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Chapter 1393
"We're going three ways, and that's all we have left now." Jiao Sheng takes a deep breath.
They were forced over the Qinling Mountains.
All the way, they didn't stop until they got into it, and they didn't get caught.
And after the siege, there are only so many soldiers and horses left.
The autumn wind is crisp, but at this time it is full of defeat.
"Gong, Zheng and Yu, how about the three of them?" After a brief silence, Mu Sheng's amber eyes fixed on Shang, Jiao and Liang Sheng.
Although I have a premonition in my heart, but
Shang Jiao and two saints looked at each other, and their eyes were red with blood. They squeezed two words out of their teeth and said, "death in battle."
At the beginning of the division, they had received signals from both sides.
Battle, palace, symbol, feather, Sansheng, battle.
In the hands of xuanyuanche and helianyunzhao.
The word "killed" fell in silence.
There was only the grinding of teeth. It was heavy and cold.
"You too..." Turn your head and look at the defeated soldiers behind the four saints. Shang Sheng only said three words, and he can't say any more.
Think of that day, their wars.h.i.+ps are magnificent and powerful.
Step into the Central Plains, sweep everything, invincible.
Who ever thought that today would fall into such a situation.
Their two hundred thousand men, their deterrent.
At the last moment, under the attack of the northern herdsman and Tianchen, they all turned into water.
They conquered all. The n.o.ble nine saints died three and three.
The fist clenched and the face of Liusheng was ugly.
All of these are xuanyuanche, because of xuanyuanche.
"Xuanyuanche, we will get back this account, we will."
He raised his head and roared loudly. His voice shook the valley and there was little echo.
Under the blue sky, I can't describe the rage and resentment.
"You think you have another chance."
The roar, the response of the mountains, a cold voice, suddenly interspersed, cut across the sky, as if from the sky and down.
Like a cold sharp arrow, shot into the hearts of all below.
