On the grassland, the last battle of the Xiongnu and Beimu really ushered in the enemy.

The blood color spread, and the wind in the late summer and early autumn was scraped, bringing a strong **** atmosphere.

A piece of slaughter, a frenzy.

Xuanyuan stood tall on the high slope, watching this situation, the smile in the eyes slowly brewed out.

He knew that Haoyue understood what he meant.

He knew that Haoyue knew what he was going to tell her, how he needed her to go, and when he needed her.

The most understandable thing in the world is the moon.

Similarly, the one who knows the most about the moon is him.

The clouds are flying deep and there are countless wolves.

As soon as he broke into the fluent Xiongnu camp, Ouyang flew over the horse while he was flying. He waved his sword and slashed it all the way. He turned his head and looked around.

"How do I feel that this main force has become us?

Haoyue, I never knew that you and Tobymu had their minds connected to this point? ”

Now there are only wild wolves and Xiongnu soldiers and horses on the entire battlefield. All the northern shepherds and horses have disappeared. Ouyang Yufei absolutely does not believe that there is such a coincidence.

Haoyue waved the sword in his hand and opened the Huns around him, rushing toward the opposite side.

When I heard Ouyang Yufei’s words, there was no opening. Only a Xiongnu soldier who flew over her sword and looked up, looked up at the high **** behind the Xiongnu soldiers and horses.

The sun is shining, and the black shadow above it is above it, not who is Xuanyuan.

The corner of the mouth outlines a smile, but it is light but full.

Xuanyuan Che on the high station and the high slope, seeing the moon and looking up at him accurately, the smile in the eyes is even more brilliant.

A wave of hands: "Go, let's meet her." Then he turned and leaped down the high slope, and went to the moon in the Xiongnu camp.