Nightfall

The people on the street, the people who are standing in front of the Lord, the people who fell in the pool of blood, and all the people who make up this new city wall, are actually very clear that their death may not change anything. []

But they still did it because thousands of years ago, the Confucius and their predecessors founded the Tang State on Weisi Shui and owned the academy. Since then, they have at least changed themselves.

Ning Que previously said such a sentence to the subject that he knew that he could still keep it. This is his guardianship. The Tang people who were dying at this time seemed to be proving his sentence.

However, looking at the long street stained with blood, and the people who kept falling, Ning Que's heart began to tremble, and the frost on the eyelashes made a fine sound.

There was a clear whistle in the distance, he knew that the master was finally here, and he shot-this is not the timing of the academy. The timing of the academy is missing in the body, but in the face of the **** long street, the master can no longer Waiting for silence, just like he could not help it at this time.

He has come to this world for more than 20 years. He still believes that he is a Tang dynasty. He has met too much darkness. He has always believed in the cold-blooded rule of survival. As long as he can live, he can pay whatever price. His heart is like The body that had been frozen by the Lord's silence was as cold as before.

Most of the ice and snow flakes, and Ning Que's body is still cold. At this time, he feels that his body gradually becomes hot, the blood in the blood vessels begins to evaporate, and he feels a long-lost feeling.

That feeling is called blood.

He didn't like words like sorrow, and he tabooed the feeling of hot blood, but how could the blood flowing out of the wound not appear as hot mist after watching countless people die in front of the Lord?

It's just that the blood represents hope and longing, and Ning Que longs to live, hoping to overcome the subject, facing the ending of this story that can't find a trace of hope. [] What's the use of blood?

From time to time someone ran past him and rushed toward the subject not far away. He picked up the Park knife that had fallen from the snow and held his body hard.

Piao Dao's blade pierced the snow and pierced the hard bluestone street.

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The master was defeated again, blood gurgling from the tears of the jacket.

He stood in the south of Suzaku Boulevard, coughing all over his body, suffering and lonely.

Yulian didn't know where she went.

The subject continued to walk forward. Many people were killed. Zhen Fei had a lot of people, passed a lot of people, ignored many people, walked on foot, and there was blood behind him.

Suzaku Avenue is full of dead and injured people.

The subject was not far away before Ning's absence.

At this time, between the two, only the last hundreds of old women and children were left.

The thin Taoists have lived in Chang'an City for life. From the most ordinary Taoist to the current Taoist, he still only lives in that Taoist temple. He had never seen the red priest in the Xiling Temple, and he enrolled Changan City a few years ago. He knelt down all night and had no chance to listen to the teachings of the gods.

At this moment, he finally saw the one who was really supreme in Haotian Daomen, his body shivering uncontrollably. He wanted to kneel in front of the Tsing Yi Taoist, and kissed each other's instep religiously.

He shouted suddenly, took the incense burner from the little Taoist, and smashed it towards the Lord.

The incense burner is used by the Taoist temple to worship Haotian. (Looking at the novel to the leaves · You ~ You M) Bronze casting, very heavy, thin Taoist mood is very heavy, and very thin, where can throw far.

Only with a crackling noise, the incense burner hit the thin Taoist's feet, and the feet suddenly bleed, he cried out loudly, and did not fall under the help of the little Taoist.

Mr. Chu took the saber from the hands of the third daughter-in-law and stopped in front of the host.

Walking towards the old man with a cane, he walked from the back to the front of the crowd.

The look of the Lord is calm, and his eyes are extremely indifferent.

There were hundreds of millions of stars in his eyes, and then there was only silence.

It was palpable and awesome.

Under the gaze of this empty gaze, everything will end.

The dying Tang people, the unyielding Chang'an, the great Tang kingdom, the millennium academy, all the glory and blood, the majesty or sin, the light or the dark time, will end here.

The long street is cold.

Ning Que looked at the ordinary face and eyes of the viewer, and suddenly remembered the amazing people he had met or felt in his life.

Whether it is a master, an uncle, or a lotus, they are all truly enlightened, self-free, and then understand what they want, so they are powerful and unimaginable.

The subject is also such a person.

It is a matter of course for the academy to lose to the master today. The academy believes in it for granted, then those who died on the long street should be as calm and calm as those who died on the long street.

But he couldn't do this.

Because of him, not reconciled.

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Xiang Wanyuan is a ranch with excellent water plants, in the north of Datang.

Now this ranch has become the most tragic battlefield.

The cavalry of the Golden Account King Court and the elite cavalry of the Zhenbei Army fought for three days and three nights in a row to compete for a vital riding path on the edge of the ranch.

After paying a very heavy price, the Golden Account Cavalry, which had the highest number of cavalry, finally suppressed the Tang Army between the hills north of the cavalry, and was launching its final offensive.

The horse's impact made a dull and frightening sound, the friction between the machete and straight knife made an ear-sounding sound, but the hissing sound and the drum sound were relatively low, because both parties were exhausted to the extreme.

The cavalry has become a step-fight. In the end, nearly a thousand Tang troops, with their last strength and life, resisted the attack of the Golden Horde cavalry, but it was almost impossible to support it.

A Datang military officer with more than ten subordinates was surrounded by the Golden account warriors.

This officer is a little short, not as strong and powerful as the general Tang Jun, but at such a critical moment, he burst out with unimaginable fighting power and cut down three enemies in a row.

Several handle scimitars broke into the air.

The short officer raised his sword and knelt down with one knee pressed, supported by a coolie.

He heard the cries of pain around the hills and crossed the hair that fluttered in front of him. He saw many companions fall to their deaths in battle, watching the barbarians patch their swords cruelly on their companions.

Really can't hold it?

He thought so, can't he support the main cavalry?

There was no despair in his pale and delicate cheeks.

He didn't think he should be desperate.

Because of him, not reconciled.

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A team rushed across the wilderness of Eastern Xinjiang.

They are cavalry soldiers of Xiaoqi Battalion. They left Chang'an City and went to fight in East Xinjiang.

At this time, they have to rush back to Chang'an City.

The cavalry and mounts were already exhausted, but no one asked for a rest.

Because they finally confirmed the whereabouts of the Longqing prince and the two thousand prairie riders.

Long Qing is heading towards Chang'an City.

This means that the Allied Forces ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ confirmed that Chang'an City could be broken.

Facing the small tree's face, it was thin like a cut hard stone, dark and haggard.

The cold wind blew on his face.

Many days later, he and his cavalry went chasing, and should not be able to catch up.

What if it catches up?

But he still asked his subordinates to continue to run toward Chang'an City.

Because of him, not reconciled.

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(There are not many words in these two chapters, but there is really no way. Recently, it is really, oops, I tried my best to write. I will take a rest tomorrow Saturday and a Sunday change, and then I will resume the double change on Monday. I swear, my other character is not good, but everyone should be able to recognize the seriousness of the work, so please rest assured that it must be written.)