The Rise of Phoenixes

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Just like the vows given to Changshengtian on the first day, the body and flesh and blood belong to the king of the grassland, preferring to be buried in the belly of the eagle instead of boring old in bed.

This way, very good, very good.

The group of people pushed recently, and although they were tired, they were better than others. The raised sword sparkled against the river.

Helian Zheng turned over, and countless wounds were bleeding, but his knife light was faster than the blood, and was thrown before the blood.

A man in black fell silently, his body dyed the river red.

Helianzheng entered the enemy group, and he seemed to know that tonight is the last battle. After tomorrow, the sun in the north of the mountain will shine on the border of the grassland.

Strangely, the San Falcon and Eight Badgers who had been guarding behind him at any time did not immediately follow.

They are staring at each other.

Then there was a strange answer.

"I go."

"I'm young. It's me."

"I am big, it's me."

There was another silence.

The Badger was still a teenager, with a scar on his face. Eighteen years ago, his parents died in a pack of wolves. The wolves also scratched his face. The old king of Cuku, who went out to hunt, passed the young boy, Thinking he was dead, he sighed that he was going to be buried. Zada ​​Lan who was riding a pony refused to insist on feeding him with goat's milk overnight, and the next day, he lived.

"Let's go." He carefully took a bag from his horse's stomach and tied it to his body. He raised his head and smiled at San Falcon. "There may be more difficult things to do later, brother, I want to pick up a lighter one. ."

The face scratched by the wolf claws had a terrible smile but a warm expression.

San Falcon raised his head and said nothing, patting his shoulder.

"I will be a brother in my next life."

"it is good."

The speech was plain and the answer was plain. There was no hug and no tears, like talking about the weather.

Then the two stopped talking, pulled out their knives, and rushed out with the back of Helian Zheng.

When they arrived, He Lianzheng's long knife was traversing his knees, the light of the sword was like snow, the leaves were crushing mud, and the silent and majestic collision with the other's long sword, the golden horn appeared in the sound, like countless stars. Into the field of vision.

No one saw it, with a touch of colorless light, turning around ghostly, penetrating the golden light curtain and shooting somewhere.

In a loud noise, the two sides retreated and shook each other. The eyes of the man in black exposed from the face towel flicked a cold smile.

She is the leader of this operation, leading a group of elites in this group to go all the way to this day's frontier, to execute the master's death order, or to capture or snipe, to leave Helianzheng inland At this moment, she finally feels that although the task is beyond the imagination, the difficult sacrifice is beyond imagination, but it seems that it is not impossible to complete.

Her eyes have just narrowed.

Immediately widened.

Opposite, San Falcon and Eight Badgers approached, and the two did not shoot out, San Falcon stretched his hand and caught Helian Zheng's shoulder, dragged him desperately, then Eight Badgers flew over.

The moment the teenager approached, Helian Zheng seemed to reach out to grab him, but slowed down and passed by.

The eight badgers rushed over and rushed into the arms of the black leader.

"court death!"

The reaction of the woman in this physical movement is undoubtedly revealed. She lifted her hand with a slash, and all the other people in black came around and saw the sword.

Eight Badgers couldn't avoid it. With a thump, he didn't know how many knives were hit in his body, but he didn't even have a painful look. Before the blood came out, he hugged the leader's waist.

Then he whispered: "Dead."

"boom!"

The sound of the vibration was shocking. There was crimson flames and black smoke between the world and the ground. A huge pit suddenly fell into the ground. There was a faint white red thrown by the huge waves in the fume smoke. The black The sky crossed a deep red arc.

The river was violently turbulent, and a layer of **** gray fell.

After a quarter of an hour.

The smoke was gone, and the ground was messy. Those lives that were still alive before a moment were now turned into a pile of blood and bones in the pit, and it was not clear who was who.

In the distance, at the end of the river, someone desperately dragged another person away, even though the loud noise was almost deaf, he did not look back.

The bleak moonlight illuminates the river coolly, half of it is red and half of it, and the man who is desperately swimming in the river wipes a trace of the water on his face under the moonlight. Endless.

The river is long and reddish.

The seventh day.

Mountain and grassland border.

Outside the barren city, a boundary monument stands quietly on the grassland boundary. It is said that the boundary monument is actually just when the Huzhuo Ministry submitted to the foot of Tiansheng. Tiansheng commended the merits. The stele of enemy history, the stele north, is the grassland boundary.

At the end of the day, the two rides swaying and shaking, and immediately people are swaying, like they may fall at any time.

Both of them stopped the horse before seeing the stone.

"King." San Falcon stumbled down and walked to another horse, whispering, "Let's...arrived."

The man lying on the horse raised his eyes, and the colorful eyes that were shining in the past were only dim gray. When he saw the grassland boundary monument far away, his eyes were bright.

Like a colorful star rising from the sky, at that moment his eyes were as bright as a glass, so beautiful.

"Here..." He grunted, and seemed to remember, but after struggling for a while, he still didn't get up. Mitaka supported him, leaned on his shoulder, and slowly moved him down.

"Wang, let's take a break." San Falcon squinted at the front, his smile desolate and relieved, "I went to the nearest tent and informed Wang Jun to pick it up."

Helian Zheng wiped his face, wiped off the dust and blood foam on his face, smiled silently, and suddenly walked forward.

When he moved, he almost planted it. San Hayao hurriedly supported him and wanted to say something. Helian Zheng shook his hand away and walked toward the boundary monument. San Hayao had to follow him.

At a distance of tens of feet, and walking for a full quarter of an hour, Helian Zheng almost stumbled all the way through, and San Falcon gritted his teeth to his head, not letting him reach for his hand.