Vol 4 Chapter 207: The army was destroyed, the last meteor shower (on)

One minute... two minutes... very kind...
There is more and more blood on his body, and he still has not fallen. The line of sight was blurred by blood. He stared at the West and progressed step by step. Whenever consciousness begins to blur, he will bite his tongue. He can die... but never let the snow get hurt.
Three long guns flew from his three directions to his feet. He jumped up, and the sword was swaying, drawing a blood arc. He was in the air, and hundreds of bows and arrows waiting to be launched, such as transiting Shooting at his body, Ye Wuchen used the sword gas to drop all of them. At the same time, he took out two thunderstorms and exploded dozens of bow and arrow cavalry.
When he fell to the ground, his body was awkward. When he stood firm, the comet sword in his hand had been taken back by him. The fire element quickly gathered and pulled out a fireball that was compressed to the extreme and threw it forward.
The small fireball produced a mid-range explosion, turning the range of more than 30 meters in front of him into a sea of ​​fire. For a time, the horse was in amazement, and the sharp screams and screams overlapped, and the desire to break through the night sky. Ye Wuchen clasped the snow with both hands, dragging the heavy body and rushing into the fire.
The thick flame obscured the body of Ye Wuchen, and also burned a large number of people. In the fire, three black flew together, flew to the cavalry, and brought three flesh and blood to fly. Then, three more flies out, and all the cavalry in front of them are also blown up. Finally, a whole ten thunderstorms are scattered and flying forward.
The cavalry who had learned the power of this horrible firearm escaped in horror and wanted to escape, but waiting for them was still a ten-fold explosion. The explosion shook the earthquake and the ten evenly arranged fires became two hundred. The last color in the life of many cavalry.
The thick cavalry team finally had a gap. Ye Wuchen quickly rushed out and kicked a horseman who was flying right away. The horse was on the line and took out a few flames to push the cavalry around and in front of him, highlighting the encirclement and flying forward.
Acute pain, dizziness, weakness... He constantly bites his tongue and keeps himself awake. The horse under him has become his last hope.
The chasing soldiers behind them are like the raging tides. In his right hand, he again pulled out five thunderstorms, and the few waves of cavalry that had been closest to him were blown up, temporarily pulling away from them.
"Put the arrow!"
A big drink behind him, and then the bow of the brush, Ye Wuchen with the trembling hand to hold the last three thunderstorms, three times in the first bow and arrow to the rear.
The first one, a roar, dozens of screams, the wave of archers who were closest to Ye Wuchen were blown up by half, and the rear was not enough. They were stumbled and countless, and became confusing in the trampling. The second one followed, and the wave of the team that survived was blown to the ground, once again provoked a large chaos. The frightened horse became more chaotic and began to confuse the direction.
The third one, flying far away in a scream, shot at the most dense place of the cavalry, and then smashed a big chaos, dragging the speed of the whole team forward.
The thunder of the three thundering thunder almost exhausted all the strength of Ye Wuchen's remaining. He gently slashed his sword on the horse's buttocks and screamed at the horse. He added the shock of the three explosions and died. Run away. However, this is a gentle sword, so that Ye Wuchen's whole body is squatting at the moment, the comet sword that has extinguished the flame in his hand falls off from his hand, and falls into the ground before he falls into the ground and turns into his eyebrow.
Although the cavalry is strong, the charge on the battlefield can be described as devastating, but its flaws are equally obvious. If the war horses are frightened, this cavalry team will collapse without fighting. The firearms of Huajia, whether it is a small-scale explosion of Lei Zhenzi, or a medium-range explosion of the thunder, will have several times the effect against the cavalry, hurting the second, the first is the first. Before Ye Wuchen could stand out, except for the flames in the middle range, the most important thing is to rely on the earthquake to let the cavalry take care of themselves.
At this time, three thunderstorms caused the cavalry to die and die. But the casualties caused by self-destruction far exceeded this figure, and when they finally adjusted, Ye Wuchen was already 100 meters away.
The Gale Palace, the wind slammed the telescope to the ground, and the muscles on his face continued to twitch. The killing did not make him move. He thought that Ye Wuchen, who was drowned by the crowd, would soon die, but he did not expect that such a huge sea of ​​people would be torn open by him and escape. Go, a few firearms with amazing power, let them distance far apart.
"This person... is it really human? Why, he is not born in my style..."
The violent gnashing of the teeth, the horror in my heart can no longer be described. Killing the of war, leaving the palace, rushing out of the army, and detaching from the blood after killing him... His arms are always holding a girl who is unscathed, and there are still many terrible things hidden in his body.
And by his side, Feng Ling did not know when he had left. Because Ye Wuchen was in the direction he was going to take, he decided to die.
The contaminated blood mixed with the sweat that had soaked him all over the body, dripping on the horse's body and on the ground. Ye Wuchen has no strength to straighten his body and stumbles on the horse. Only the hand holding Ningxue is still so powerful, and has not been released. For too long, his left arm has become stiff.
"Brother... Are you hurting?" Tears swirled in the eyes of Ningxue, and she didn't even dare to step on her death. She didn't feel a trace of screams and heartbreaking screams. Scared. Because even if she really dies, she is also a brother who is dead together, and what can be scared.
She only hates herself and hates herself for not doing anything. If she can have half of her heart, she will not drag him down.
After waiting for a long time, she did not get an answer, so she quietly approached her body, closed her eyes, and no longer disturbed him.
Whether it is the cavalry team in front or the city guards in the back of the sky, they have not given up, such as the same wave, trying their best to expel a small sea sand. But at this time, none of them felt relaxed, but instead they were chilling in the heart... He was the one who defeated the God of War, or a real devil... Three thousand cavalry, 20,000 city guards, could not leave him. Instead, the death and injury were heavy, and the blood and residual limbs covered the ground.
But even if he is a true god, the real devil always has his boundaries. What's more... each of them knows that the road he chose is a real road to despair.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and the fine moon in the sky is getting brighter and brighter. Ye Shuiyao curled up and sat quietly in the grass, and did not move. The longer she waits, the colder her body and heart are, and the second is so long.
"Xiao Chen..." She called silently in her heart and prayed. In this life, she has not been afraid of fear as she is now.
I don't know how long it took, Ye Wuchen's blurred vision and consciousness were clear. Behind him, he is still a huge team that is chasing after him. Although the distance has not been close, they did not stop chasing. There are constantly arrows flying from behind. But because it is too far apart, it will fall down before it touches his back.
At this point, as long as there is a decent master in the army, you can easily catch up and put Ye Wuchen to death.
"Snow, are you okay?" He struggled to prop up his body, and his mouth made a weak voice, and his hoarseness was so weak that he could hardly hear it. Just now, the slim body of Ningxue has been pressed under him.
"Well... brother."
"Ah!! Master! Front... look ahead! Be careful!!"
Naner suddenly gave a horrified scream, letting Ye Wuchen feel mad inside. He concentrated his spirit and stared at him... The front was a dark piece, spreading forward and not seeing the margin.
At the time of the encounter, there was a name in the brain of Ye Wuchen that no one knows about the mainland. The forbidden land of the windy country, a length, width and depth are horrifying - the soul of the soul!
It... actually in the west of Tianfeng City!
The horse underneath did not stop, but still madly rushing forward, rushing to the dark cliff in front of Ye Wuchen's constantly enlarged eyes... Finally, the front hoof emptied and fell down...
Ye Wuchen fiercely bites his teeth, his feet squat, his body borrows a maneuver, and he holds the snow and falls on the edge of the cliff. And the horse fell into the abyss in a long humming sound, disappeared in the blink of an eye... In the long silence, there was no sound of falling.
That horse, this is the last hope of Ye Wuchen's escape, and this long broken soul, completely cut off this last hope. For a time, even the soft wind, the bleak moonlight is desperately desolate.
Ye Wuchen trembled and stood up. As long as he stepped back, he would fall into the abyss and return without a return. Looking at the army that is approaching in front of him, he looked so slyly.
The heart is still far away from him, and the breath is equally weak. His heart, conquered by the power of the soul, has always had a soul connection and induction. Therefore, even if they are far apart, they can sense each other's position and state.
This time, he has to face real despair, without any room for turning.
"Brother, are you cold?" Ningxue stroked his cold face and chest, and asked worriedly.
One hundred meters... fifty meters... thirty meters...
The rushing cavalry team was getting closer and closer, the knife and gun reflected the cold and cold light, and the archer also opened the bow, but did not shoot it immediately. When he chose this direction, he was already destined to be the ending. At the rear of the cavalry, the City Guard did not relax at all, followed by running and chasing...
"Snow... Want to see the meteor shower?" Ye Wuchen's eyes were scattered, and he looked at the front and whispered.
Ningxue raised her face and nodded gently.
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