Huo Jingyun's blunt sword has already greeted him.

His blunt sword uttered a dragon chant, and the blue halo that rose into the sky enveloped them, but was instantly torn apart by Jin Guangzhe's red sword.

He strained his face, one move after another, Liang Hongxiu dialed arrows behind him to protect him.

Ling Chen and Qing Yun also joined the war.

Jin Guangzhe smiled without fear: "Is there any more, you all come together, I don't care!"

In the distance, a short but fierce person rushed towards his face, and the Seven-Star Hammer flew up and down, and no one could get close.

That is Fan Sheng. When Jin Guangzhe's Li Jian was aimed at Huo Jingyun again, Fan Sheng's Seven Star Hammer also arrived.

The Juggernaut’s wheelchair spins, his single palm sends out countless sharp blue ice balls, hitting Jin Guangzhe, Jin Guangzhe sneered, Li Jian halfway suddenly changed to aim at the Juggernaut, Li Jian played golden fireworks like broken stars , Shot into the body of the Juggernaut, together with the guard vulture behind him.

The Juggernaut played the last string of hockey pucks, sat quietly in the wheelchair, looked up at the blue sky of Zhong Qiu for the last time, and let out a deep breath. It turned out that he was really old.

When those ambitions begin to rest on the children, people really get old.

Huo Jingyun leaped to the Juggernaut, held his hands, and whispered, "Father!"

The Sword Saint had no breath, he could not hear Huo Jingyun's long-lost "father", but what about this? These are not important to him.

Huo Jingyun knelt there on both knees.

More and more arrows flew over.

Liang Hongxiu jumped and opened the arrow to Huo Jingyun.

Qingyun and Ling Chen Han Zhitao entangled Jin Guangzhe.

Huo Jingyun looked at Sword Saint's cyan serious face. In his memory, the master had never smiled. He has never married a wife. He wants to be the overlord of the entire continent!

Now, he just died like this.

Huo Jingyun is sad. Since knowing that he is not a descendant of the Ling family, he resents the master. He has hardly spoken to him again. He wants to ask about his mother several times. Because of the war, it has been delayed. In the past, now, no one will tell him again.

It may always be a secret about how he came and who he is.

Huo Jingyun grabbed the blunt sword and turned on his horse. He looked around. The densely packed soldiers were fighting together. He understood that there was still a long way to go. He could only move forward, not back! And some roads cannot be turned back at all.

There was a raging fire in the distance, jumping like hot blood. The black smoke rushed up and slowly enveloped the sky. The sharp arrow howled as if coming from the sky.

There was an arrow in his body, it seemed that there was more than one arrow, and another arrow rushed past his cheek, and blood flowed down and fell into his mouth. His blunt sword smashed the mountains and the sea, like cutting wheat.

Ling Chen and Qingyun entangled Jin Guangzhe. Qingyun kept thinking about the master's words, only the Canglong Sword and Qiu Shui Sword could kill Jin Guangzhe. The master's words are reassurance, Qingyun is sure that they can kill Jin Guangzhe.

But she didn't seem to touch Jin Guangzhe at all.

Only when Ling Chen's Canglong Soft Sword was wrapped around Jin Guangzhe's Li Sword, Qing Yun would take the opportunity to stab him, but he could always avoid it. And Ling Chen wanted to take care of her again, and couldn't face it wholeheartedly, so even though they were two people, they actually got the upper hand.

There was a strong wind on the wilderness, surrounded by mountains and seas, the wind blowing on the face, with sand and black smoke, suffocating people fiercely.

Ling Chen hit an arrow, the arrow pierced his left shoulder, and the long arrow was exposed outside, and he pulled it out! Qing Yun's face was splashed with blood.

Jin Guangzhe smiled and his eyes were bloodthirsty. He was surrounded by fragmented corpses, with a thick layer.

Huo Jingyun attacked Jin Guangzhe from behind, but Fan Sheng walked around behind Huo Jingyun!

Seeing Fan Sheng's Seven Star Hammer hit Huo Jingyun's back.

Liang Hongxiu didn't even think about it, the sword in his hand stabbed at Fan Sheng, his body lying on Huo Jingyun's back...

He only heard a sound of "Bang Dang", Liang Hongxiu fell under his horse, vomiting blood, and crawled on the ground.

"Red sleeves!"

Huo Jingyun yelled, and the blunt sword cut off Fan Sheng's chain of Seven Star Treasure Hammer. Fan Sheng was still in shock and was chopped over by Huo Jingyun under his horse.

Huo Jingyun got off his horse and picked up Liang Hongxiu.

Her spine had crumbled into foam.

"The emperor..." Liang Hongxiu wanted to reach out and touch Huo Jingyun's face, but she couldn't lift her hand anymore.

"I miss it very much. I was so happy when I was in Ziyitang... Why, slowly, it became what it is now, I have a lot, but also lost a lot..." Slowly came out before her eyes. Large swaths of colorful flowers.

"Red sleeves... do you want to go back? Do you want to go back to Yuncheng?"

Liang Hongxiu shook his head: "No, there is no place without you... The emperor, can you, can you give me a kiss?" Her eyes were blurred, and her eyes were distracted.

Huo Jingyun's eyes were filled with light, and he gently kissed her forehead.

Liang Hongxiu leaned in his arms, tears falling in a row, wet his clothes...

She finally let go of his hand.

This is the woman who has been with him the longest. He knows her mind, but in his heart, she is really just a sister. He couldn't give her the love of men and women, so he didn't want to detain her in the harem and hurt her.

She left him several times and came back several times. Now, she completely left him.

With so many people surrounding Jin Guangzhe, it seemed that they could not kill Jin Guangzhe.

Qing Yun and Ling Chen had fought Jin Guangzhe from left to right, but they had never succeeded. And whenever Jin Guangzhe attacked Qingyun, Ling Chen would be distracted.

Qing Yun thought about it for a long time, and with an idea, he suddenly leaped forward and was about to jump onto Ling Chen's horse. Ling Chen caught her with both hands for a moment.

She was petite, nestled on Ling Chen's chest, and could not affect Ling Chen's performance at all. Ling Chen could still protect her.

Ling Chen understood what Qing Yun meant, she kept attacking Jin Guangzhe in the gap between Ling Chen and Jin Guangzhe's battle!

In this way, Jin Guangzhe really can only deal with it, and cannot take the initiative to attack.

The blue wind was floating, the grass was swaying, and the blue cloud was in Ling Chen's arms like a monkey. Attack Jin Guangzhe from time to time, using Qiu Shui sword, poison bomb, or poison needle.

The two people at this time seem to be one person.

When Ling Chen's Canglong Sword was once again wrapped around Jin Guangzhe's Li Sword, Qing Yun looked at the opportunity and pressed the poisonous needle of Piccolo with his left hand, and the Qiu Shui sword with his right hand went straight to Jin Guangzhe's chest!

Jin Guangzhe withdrew his sword and turned back, Ling Chen's Canglong sword firmly nailed to his back!

The moment Jin Guangzhe fell off the horse, Ling Chen held the Qiu Shui sword in Qing Yun's hand and flew up and pierced his chest!

His brilliant red shirt was slowly drenched with blood. He had Ling Chen's Canglong Sword inserted in his back, Qingyun's Qiu Shui sword was inserted in his chest, and Qing Yun's poisoned needle was in his hand. He exhausted the last trace of his strength and threw the Li Jian in his hand towards Qing Yun, watching as Li Jian plunged into Qing Yun's chest accurately.

With a smile on his face, in Ling Chen's frantically low roar, he slowly fell to the ground...

History records only the results, without details. The historical records of the Western Zhou Dynasty only record: Jin Guangzhe died in the Battle of Xuancheng at the end of August in the third year of Daxin, at the age of 27. Few pens.

Emperor Jin Guangzhe of the Western Zhou Dynasty succeeded to the throne at the age of fourteen. He reigned for thirteen years with iron and blood on his wrists and killed countless people. It took him six years to unify the turbulent Western Zhou Dynasty.

But he did not guard his own world.

Some emperors are born military strategists, but they are not good politicians and cannot manage the country well. Some people are suitable for fighting and plundering, and some people are more suitable for management.

The big waves wash away the sand, and the fittest survive.

No matter how heavy the snow is, no matter how long the night is, it will eventually pass.