they want to live Wen Xingzhong watched these people move up madly without knowing fear, their palms were wet with sweat, there were killing sounds and screams.
This place met all the elements to become a battlefield, and it also met the elements to become a hell.
Their lives were constantly being harvested.
The three little beasts in Murong Wu's arms had never experienced such a large-scale massacre.
Just hearing the sound and smelling the blood, they were already shrinking deeper in fear.
They should be thankful that they did not see the cruelty of the scene.
Murong Wu observed it for a long time and frowned as she looked at the blood-flowing Shura field.
Suddenly, she saw a little further away.
A middle-aged man was sitting on the sturdy monster.
The red tassel on his head showed that After losing his position, he is Murong Wu's eyes sharpened, and he moved very fast.
He walked around to a relatively inconspicuous place and jumped down.
Almost no one could catch his agile and fast body.
Wen Xingzhong was wearing armor with body protection around his body.
He stood on the city wall and commanded.
Occasionally, a streak of blue fighting spirit passed by and cut off a bunch of people who were rushing towards him.
However, the gap was quickly filled.
Come up These people are not tired and are not afraid of life and death.
Wen Xingzhong is sweating more and more on his forehead.
Behind them is the last supply of the army.
Nothing can happen to them.
Suddenly, in the place where the main theme was iron blue, a white shadow floated like the wind.
On the red-eyed battlefield, perhaps no one noticed it, but Wen Xingzhong accidentally saw it, and his heart immediately hung in his throat.
Eye In the critical moment, he completely forgot about Murong Wu.
At this time, he saw that the direction the wind was blowing was exactly where the enemy was gathering.
He screamed in his heart that it was not good.
The scene of the emperor going crazy had already appeared in his mind, and his face finally showed fear However, it was already too late at this time.
He could not go there and save her.
He could only hope for a miracle and leave her intact.
But, is this possible?
Even he couldn't escape easily, not to mention that woman didn't know how to fight, and she wasn't a swordsman either.
But here, Murong Wu didn't care about the impact his actions had on Wen Xingzhong behind him.
With a stern look on his face, he passed through the sword so fast that he didn't even leave an afterimage.
In the eyes, there is only the general who is sitting still, shooting people and horses, capturing thieves and kings.
Poisons and formations cannot exert their maximum effect at this time, so the only way is to completely cut off his morale from the root.
Murong Wu moved very fast, and it didn't take long for her to arrive at the enemy's formation.
However, the white clothes on her body were too conspicuous.
In the livid surroundings, if she stopped, she would be a living target.
Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and he patted the three little beasts in his arms.
"Do you have a way to create the smallest movable barrier?"
Murong Wu asked as she walked.
There was silence in the arms, but within a few seconds, the news came.
Yes, but the time can only last for a snap of the fingers, which is ten seconds.
Murong Wu nodded, that's enough.
Murong Wu concealed her aura, even the coldness, so completely that even if you were standing next to her, you wouldn't notice anyone.
The wind blew by, and in the iron-green military formation, the cold wind drifted past his nose.
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The general, who was sitting on his horse, suddenly felt a chill in his body, as if he was locked by something.
He hurriedly looked around and found nothing.
Abnormally, the strong sense of oppression disappeared.
I slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
I straightened my expression again.
Looking at the soldiers falling in front, my face once again showed the expression that a general should have.
Relaxation is not considered laxity.
No one dares to relax on this battlefield.
However, just after being frightened, he returned to normal.
At that moment, he was caught by a hunter.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
The next second, a jet black dagger was stuck across the general's throat.
At the same time, a burst of dark blue mist suddenly rose around him.
Everyone around him was in a trance for a moment, as if his soul had been taken away.
The stinging pain at the blood stain quickly woke up the general.
He didn't know what was thrown into his mouth, and his whole body was sore and weak.
A pair of slender but cold and strong hands dragged him to move quickly, with a black dagger hanging across his neck.
Constantly oppressing his life: