Chapter 816: The last battle (1)

Chapter 816, The Last Battle (1)
The golden light is a little bit, and it shines on the lush trees. It smudges a piece of warm yellow halo. The faint white mist fills the mountains and forests, and the whole Wushan is rendered more mysterious...
A row of soldiers wearing armor, armed with spears standing in front of Wushan, fixedly looking at Wushan, full of vigilance and alert, daunting.
"Father Wang... Father..." A scream of sorrow broke through the sky.
The soldiers raised their heads and saw the three princes wearing the black princes serving. They were flying on the sheep's intestines on Wushan. The hair was messy and panicked. The Turkic king who had just walked out of the camp was full of faces. Displeased: "What is panic? Are there ghosts chasing behind you?"
"No, no..." The three princes hurriedly shook their heads. There was no ghost behind him, but the person who chased him was more horrible than the ghost: "The big brother and the three hundred palace guards died in Wushan..."
The rough face of Turkic King instantly gloos down: "What is going on?" The eldest son, the three sons quietly brought people into Wushan to do something very hidden. He did not know until recently that he was preparing to send people into the mountains to meet them. I did not expect that. The third son has come out...
The three princes were full of fear and hurriedly said: "Things are like this..."
"Tuo Yuhao did not understand Wushan, and he brought people into Wushan privately. He met Wushan's poison, poisonous fog, and died in Wushan." A cold voice suddenly sounded and interrupted the words of the Three Princes.
The Turkic King looked up and saw Murong Xue, Ouyang Shaohao, Tuo Han and others walked along the path of the intestines, and walked slowly, and the leisurely walked like a leisurely look, seeing the three princes look dark and cold. Road: "The big brother is not poisoned, but you are kicked into the fire and burned..."
"That is what he wants to do. If he does not come to attack me, how can I be kicked into the sea of ​​fire?" Murong Xue returned to him without mercy.
The three princes stunned and didn’t know what to say.
The Turkic King suddenly stunned his eyes, the sea of ​​fire? He heard people say that there is a sea of ​​fire in a cave on the top of Wushan Mountain. I thought it was made up. I didn’t expect it to be true. Murong Xue found the fire. It is obvious that they have already walked in Wushan. Circle...
Turkic king sharp eyes swept over Ouyang Shaohao, Murong Xue, Tuo Han Han, hurricane, no trace, etc., the bottom of the flashing flashed a touch of imperceptible horror: a walk in Wushan is still unharmed, they are It’s amazing, but it’s useless, because their journey ends here...
The Turkic king waved his hand with a blank expression. The soldiers at the foot of the mountain took out the bow and arrow of the back of the mountain and put the bow on the string. The arrow pointed directly to Ouyang Shaohao, Murong Xue, Tuo Han and others.
Murong Xue frowned and looked coldly at the Turkic King: "What does this mean?"
"What else can it mean? Naturally kills you!" The Turkic king slammed his eyes and his eyes were sharp. He personally led the soldiers to chase Wushan, just to kill them and smash the roots!
She knew that the Turkic king took the soldiers around the foot of the mountain and was not well-intentioned.
Murong Xue’s cold eyes swept over a bow and arrow and fell on the Turkic king again. I saw a smashing smile on his mouth:
Hands, kill them.

"Yes!" The soldiers were ordered to shoot the feather arrows. Murong Xue snapped: "Wait! You know what this is?"
Murong Xue raised the long sword in his hand, and the complex pattern on the hilt exudes an ancient atmosphere. The sapphire in the middle of the pattern reflects the dazzling light in the sunlight. A beautiful saint is looming on the gem...
The big mountain feet quieted down at once, and everyone looked up at the long sword with their eyes wide open, and the scorpion was full of shock and incredible...
"That is... God-given sacred thing!" I don't know who shouted, everyone waking up like a dream, watching the sword for a moment, full of excitement: "Holy things, holy things... This is God-given Holy things..."
"I don't think there is a god-given sacred thing. I thought it was just a legend..."
"The legend has been a hundred years of things, it must have been real..."
"This is also..."
(End of this chapter)