Bamboo Horse Strawberry Flavor

Chapter 183 The Blood-Stained Painting ([-])
Watchtower.

There is an endless wasteland in front of you, and in the distance, hundreds of thousands of soldiers are lined up heavily, with a fierce aura rising to the sky.

The almost stagnant air between the heavens and the earth, this kind of scene of gold and iron horses covering the sky but silent to depressing.

Overcast clouds billowed above the sky, the wind gusts, the flags in the army formation fluttered in the wind, and the cavalry on horseback stood upright, like a forest of swords, standing firm between the sky and the earth.

In front of the army, the white-robed general riding on the tall horse, the young boy's picturesque eyebrows and eyes, seemed to be covered with a layer of ice and snow, gloomy and ruthless.

He raised his sword and pointed it straight at the gate of Xiliang City, the light of the three-foot green front was cold and harsh.

"kill."

One word will kill.

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Chaoyang is dead.

In a foreign country, there are even no bones left.

The young emperor was furious.

Regardless of his mother's obstruction, he waved his long sleeves in the Golden Luan Hall and ordered a hundred thousand troops to attack Xiliang, intending to avenge his sister, who was a fellow mother.

The general in command is the wonderful young son of the Qi family, Qi Jue.

The Xiliang army retreated steadily.

The regent, who was originally in charge of military power, stayed behind closed doors and refused to lead the army.

Now Qi Jue's army has approached the city of Xiliang.

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Xu Shi was dazzled by hatred and sorrow, eager for revenge, and the young general was successfully assassinated by the enemy.

Qi Jue was in the final battle.

The army was defeated.

There was only the sound of fighting in the world, and as the living fell one by one, there were only endless corpses left on the wasteland outside Yanmen Pass.

The billowing smoke, the spears and swords stuck in the ground are generally almost invisible to the edge.

Reinforcements were delayed.

In the end, only the young general remained.

Qi Jue smiled, thrust his long sword into the ground with his backhand, and slowly stood up... His body swayed, and then he raised his sword and pointed it at the Prince Regent of Xiliang who was facing him.

"Xiao Yunran, how dare you, how dare you kill her..."

The young man on the opposite side froze immediately, his white and slender fingers clenched, and he clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand.

After a while, he asked, "Who are you?"

Before Qi Jue could answer, the pale young man with a beautiful face had already answered on his own, "You are Qi Jue." His tone was indifferent, without even the slightest hint of doubt.

His Xiao Yunran's wife, the young man whom he loved so much, and the sweetheart whom he protected until death...

How could he not know.

"Fall, or, die."

A young man's indifferent words, a stroke of cinnabar between his brows is as bright as blood.

He promised Chaoyang that no matter what the circumstances, he would spare this person's life.

Qi Jue sneered.

He had no intention of going back alive.

His little girl is gone, why would he go back...

A secret order from Xiliang's coach.

Without the permission of the Regent.

"Fire arrows."

Xiao Yunran's eyes froze for a moment, and that pale face was filled with tyrannical anger.

"Who allows you to make your own decisions."

Lifting the sword, beheaded the so-called coach, the ghost planted by the Xiliang emperor, the young man's beautiful eyebrows sank, and the corners of his red lips curled up in a look of misery.

The only thing he promised Chaoyang, he didn't do it either.

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The sound of breaking wind sounded, and Qi Jue raised his hand subconsciously, raising the long sword in his hand, to block the arrow that contained the mighty force.

But he underestimated the power of that arrow, or he forgot how long he had been fighting, and his physical strength had already reached its limit.

The sharp arrow sank into his shoulder, and the huge impact knocked him to the ground in an instant. He forcibly supported his body with the sword. The young general with a straight posture still held the three-foot green blade in his hand.

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(End of this chapter)