Pirate’s Infinite Wings

But in this kind of world, the elite survival of 10,000 people gathered on the battlefield is actually relatively weak, and they cannot turn the crisis into safety all the time.

When I entered the Romance of the Nine Kingdoms, there were nearly four or five hundred people in the emperor's court, but now I can count them with the eyes of my companions.

Not only the older generation, but also young and handsome, such as the dark night brothers, Xiao Wei, Mu Tong and other major national elites in the early days of the court, also fell a lot.

The method of practice is not just bones. Looking back, the road was full of blood.

Huang Xi, Huang Xuanyan, Yan Chi and others were standing on the Kunpan at the moment, also silent and distraught. Their other companions in the Nine Kingdoms have been difficult to contact between heaven and earth, most of them are ferocious, and they are outside the Nine Realms. Huang Ying and Huo Hun each have tens of millions of people.

Thinking of the tragic ending of these people today, it is difficult for everyone to calm down. Once they close their eyes, their blood surges, engulfing familiar faces from the past, parents and relatives, siblings, many of them, along the way. There was more than one wail, but nothing changed.

In short, there is only the shadow of a fairy, always so far away from the light of the dust, showing off the fairy, and it seems that there will never be a little fluctuation.

People stood around her, as if the pain had dissipated a lot and returned to the dead, only burning with anger.

The Age of Emperors, the Invaders, once everyone thought it was a golden age, but now it seems more like the end of life.

Those who walk at the end of the stranger, do not give up, are willing to be filled with blood, die on the road, or a new world.

"The young master is sad, Fang Lang and others must follow you to break through the shackles, stand up again in another world, and come back in the future, life will not be extinguished, and the intention of war will never die!"

Huang Ying's goblin Huang Xi whispered.

"Life never dies, war never dies!"

Others are also roaring, it is not a cry of despair, but a catharsis of hatred, they will move forward, never regretting a hundred deaths!

"At any time, Fang Lang is the last to fall!" Fang Lang raised his head and said, from this moment on, he buried his hatred deeply in his heart.

Because there is hope, we cannot despair because there is a huge discord, hundreds of millions of people, so we have to start from scratch!

When Kunping Zhengzheng landed on a mountain at the end of the Seventh Territory, several major clan masters breathed a sigh of relief. This path is difficult. Without immortals, they cannot continue.

Fenghuang Yue stood there gnashing her teeth, covering her air from the dream rain, knowing all the truth, what she really wanted to do now, her son's stink was suppressed and hung up.

But seeing that the body of God had not come back, all her brows were filled with sorrow, she gritted her silver teeth, and decided to pick up the boy again.

Immediately, everyone looked up and looked at the mountains in the distance. The space there was a mist, with mountains and rivers, like a valley. It was the eighth field that had not been opened yet.

Now the Nine Realms have not been fully opened, the order is incomplete, it is difficult to bear the compression of the face, but it must go through the past. After encountering difficulties and obstacles, everyone finally gathered at the end of the seventh field, stood on the hill, and looked at the eighth field around the corner.

In the distance, the mountains are indeterminate, like a hazy world, because the Taoist order has not yet been established, and only the tip of the iceberg emanates from the scene. ..