: Section 765 Rest in peace

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Tang Tian heard a tremor of trepidation. He had not had time to react. The bronze nameplate in his hand broke away from the palm of Tang Tian and flew toward the sky.
At this time, the Sea of ​​Peace flew up countless bronze nameplates, and they shot at the sky.
Every piece of bronze nameplate flies into the sky, and it turns into a ghostly shadow. In a twinkling of an eye, the dense shadows rushed from the corners of the rest of the sea to the sky, and the scene was spectacular.
"The regiment is dangerous and needs support!"
A hero is shouting.
Behind him, countless souls shouted in unison: "Southern Cross Corps, move forward!"
Countless souls rushed into the sky like a tide. The sky has an invisible barrier, like a copper wall, the English soul hits it, the sky is not moving, the soul of the soul is turned into countless bronze fragments, falling into the sea of ​​rest.
Hey.
Tang Tian’s feet were raining. He looked down and the pieces of bronze nameplates sprinkled like raindrops.
But the soul of the soul went on and on, just like the tide.
"The regiment is dangerous and needs support!"
"Southern Cross Corps, go forward!"
The hysterical roar echoed over the sea of ​​rest. Countless ghosts slammed into the sky more frantically, and more bronze fragments fell. But more of the illusion, rising from the sea of ​​rest, crashed into the sky.
"The regiment is dangerous and needs support!"
Another English soul took over the command, and it roared like an angry lion.
Responding to him is a roar: "Southern Cross Corps, go forward!"
A large group of ghosts of the soul smashed into the sky.
The bones are broken and scattered in the sea.
"The regiment is dangerous and needs support!"
A female hero shouted, and she decided to slam into the sky.
Behind her, there are countless illusions followed: "Southern Cross Corps, advance!"
"The regiment is dangerous and needs support!"
"Southern Cross Corps, go forward!"
......
Tang Tian’s heart was puzzled and shocked to see the scene in front of him. Looking at the waves of crazy collisions, he did not understand what they were doing.
I don’t know how many times of impact, all the souls of the soul, all broken and scattered, spilling the sea.
The sea of ​​rest, returning to silence.
Bronze nameplate fragments, slowly gathered, a sheet of cracked bronze nameplate floating in the sea.
The souls of the heroes slowly floated from the bronze nameplates. They were covered with cracks, like porcelains that were broken and re-bonded. They looked at them and could not see the end.
A soul-stricken soul flies into the sky, and Tang Tian recognizes that he is the first soul to hit the sky. So many heroes, no one saw Tang Tian.
All the souls of the soul raised their heads.
"For ten thousand years." The voice of the soul of the soul echoed in the sea of ​​rest: "A whole 10,000 years, a reincarnation in a hundred years, we still have not rushed out. That battle has long since ended, for thousands of years, again There is no new soul, and the regiment has died. What we are doing now may be meaningless."
The dense soul of the soul below is silent.
"But what if the corps is still fighting? Is there anyone in the corps still alive? Is the corps waiting for the rise? For a group of dead old guys, one in ten thousand hopes is enough!"
He screamed screamingly: "The soldiers are dead and unknown, and my generation can rest in peace!"
Responding to him is the general roar of the landslide tsunami: "War!"
He turned and leaned his face, facing the sky, his arms wide open, and his face covered with cracks and his unspeakable resoluteness: "A hundred years later, we will stand side by side!"
Responding to him, is a figure floating to his side, is the screaming excitement of the Black Sea: "war!"
"Southern Cross Corps!"
Silent roars shouted into a sea of ​​torrents that swept through the rest.
"Go forward!" "Go forward!" "Go forward!"
The soul of the sky dragged countless illusions, like the moths that blazed fire, like the reclamation of the sea, they madly desperately slammed into the sky.
Tang Tian’s tears are flowing, his chest is like being blocked by something, and like what is burning, he feels very uncomfortable and he feels proud.
In the past 10,000 years, in the sea of ​​restless peace, in the sea of ​​rest that everyone thought of paradise, there will be such a fierce battle every hundred years. These souls that have passed away, give up rest, fight so persistently, so desperate, so crazy.
Is this the Southern Cross Corps? The person who bears the inheritance of the Southern Cross Corps is him!
How can I sit and watch?
Even if it is a fantasy, even if it is an illusion, even if it is a group of dead souls, even if they are doing something stupid.
Such persistent beliefs, such deep emotions, such a strong feelings, such bravery of sacrifice, how can you stand by?
Tang Tian didn't know if he was crying or was roaring. He had only one idea, fight!
He opened his fists and calmed the sea of ​​rest and began to stir.
Only brave people can face the futile efforts after failure. Only brave people will stick to their beliefs after the death. Only brave people, in the face of the boundaries between life and death and hopes of ambiguity do not shrink.
Brave people can win!
Tang Tian, ​​with tears in his eyes, countless rays, from all corners of the Sea of ​​Rest, to his fists.
The dazzling light, lit up in Tang Tian’s fist, the black rest of the sea, as if to raise a sun.
Countless souls, witnessing this round of the sun, they turned into countless black shadows, into this sun.
Did you break the boundaries of dreams?
Tang Tian didn't know, but he felt the deep hopes and expectations contained in the firm will and the madness of the broken bones.
Tears are coming out again.
Tang Tian’s boxing is constantly being opened, and the light of his right fist is so dazzling that he can hardly see his figure.
The sea of ​​rest is like boiling, the tsunami is tumbling, and lightning is thundering.
Those changes in Tang Tian's glazed mood are like clouds and smoke, and the celestial body is soaring in the sky. The blue flowers flying between the flowers and the fingers are turned into a fascinating blue flower, which hangs down and circulates. The raging flames of the anger fists jumped vigorously, like a drum, and every time they beat, there would be a violent red light sweeping.
Tang Tian put everything on, he has no reservations.
The gods and light trees, the last three light columns are united, turned into the only light column, and continue to grow to the ground. The longer they are, the slower they are, and the three feet away from the ground, it stops.
Still a little! Still a little...
At this time, his ears rang and roared.
"The soldiers are dead and unknown, and our generation can rest in peace!"
A soul of the Tao, flying into the body of Tang Tian from all directions, they entered the mind of Tang Tian, ​​turned into a grain of light, went on and on, and cast it to the backbone of the gods and light trees.
Compared with the huge Shenquan light tree trunk, they are as small as sand.
But there are more and more light sands, and they are continually immersed in the backbone of the light tree.
The trunk of the of the gods has miraculously began to grow slowly.
When the backbone of the light tree touched the heart of Tang Tian's glass, Tang Tian's body shook, and he was full of tears at this moment.
The fist that has never been completed, the first time, the sea of ​​violent rest is suddenly calm, it seems to be suppressed by an invisible hand.
"Breaking!"
Tang Tian punched the sky.
The sky is broken.
The black sea of ​​restlessness under the feet is like a broken mangling.
Everything around, like the broken foam, is constantly annihilating.
Tang Tian only felt that he was spinning around, and his consciousness was a little bit away. Before he was in a coma, he vaguely heard the cheers of the earthquake.
The face full of tears involuntarily raised a smile.
Dongxian City in the night, the streets are very quiet, during this special period, no one will go out at night.
The windy wind looked at the house in front of you and quietly sneaked in.
He has been doing this for many years, and the celebrities who have been assassinated do not know how many, and naturally understand the assassination. He arrived in Dongxian City a few days ago, but did not start, but carefully inquired about intelligence. Assassination does not seem to be difficult, but to get a good shot, full preparation is essential, and the more information you have, the more room you can lay out.
This is not only to make it easier to get it, but also to be able to take it easy when you miss it.
Life is only once, the life of the target is so, and so is the life of the assassin. Just retaining your life means there is still a chance. In order to pursue a fatal blow, and increase your own risk, in the eyes of veterans like Yin Wu, it is a stupid thing.
He inquired very clearly, for example, every family in Dongxiancheng had already returned to the face. This was a big trouble, but he was lucky. It was said that the elites of all ethnic groups were taken out of the city by a subordinate of the grimace.
There are only Xu Wei and zero prisoners around the face.
Xu Wei’s strength is low enough ~EbookFREE.me~ is not enough to pose a threat to the yin and wind, but also seriously injured. The physical quality of the minitary prisoners is good, but in the eyes of the strongmen of his level, the combat power is almost zero.
These are not important. The focus of the vain-free exploration is whether the ghost face is injured. This is the key to this spur.
A strong man who can counter the one-armed slasher of death is not injured, and he runs without a wind and turns around because it means that the other party has already touched the highest level of power.
The strongest in the field of law, the entire crime area, no more than five. There is no wind to know who can provoke, and who can't provoke, these people can never provoke.
If it is injured, it means that the law is complete and the temporary eruption.
Although the strongmen of this level feel jealous of the yin and the wind, they still have the possibility of succeeding, and the wounds formed by the highest level of power will never be so easy to heal.
It’s very clear that the wind is not clear, and the face is hurt!
He sneaked into the house quietly, and the ministries were very responsible and responsible, but their guards were in vain and invisible.
Soon, he touched the place where the grimace was.
The sinister sword is in the hand, and his heart settles down. This sword is really evil and it is suitable for assassination. With this sword, his strength can be improved by almost 10%!
At his level, it is extremely scary to increase the strength by 10%.
He narrowed his eyes and was about to start.
Suddenly, the residence of the grimace suddenly revealed a strange light.