Chapter 598

"Ah!"

On the battlefield, a middle-aged man with a long sword was almost dyed red by blood.

Beside him, there were corpses all over the ground, including demons and human beings.

His sword holding hand trembled slightly, and his whole body was numb by the huge wound on his shoulder.

"Run away."

Someone ran past him, exclaimed.

How can we resist such powerful forces? Can't resist at all!

"Run away? It's impossible. "

The middle-aged man's face suddenly showed some nostalgia.

"Do you know the swordsman of he family?"

He closed his eyes slightly. "That's my wife. She died on this battlefield, too."

"I don't want to quit Ah

He stirred up the last of his strength and rushed towards the great shadow in the sky.

His charge is not imposing, but it has no turning back.

Then, a piece of blood, dyed the sky red.

Heaven on the left, soldiers on the right!

Or from the moment he picked up the sword, the end was doomed.

It's not just him.

At this moment, on the whole land of China, countless people like this stand out.

In a school.

The leader stood in front of the martial arts arena, facing thousands of disciples.

"The Japanese pirates and the demon world are coming together."

"What we are going to face and what we are going to do must be known to you."

"Now, those who are afraid can quit," he said slowly

"Because..."

"those who enter this door should give up all hope."

However, in response to him, it was the chorus of all the disciples.

"We will not be afraid!"

This voice, resounding through the sky, earth shaking.

Long night has come, they will defend to the death, until the dawn pierces the darkness, the dawn frightens the sky.

Full of blood and courage, in exchange for this bloody hope.

"Don't be perplexed. In the name of faith, the trial will fall. Please pray..."

"may the girl behind me... Be healthy all my life!"

They are not practitioners, most of them are just beginners.

Only a little sword skill.

In the eyes of the demon world, it is just like a mole ant. In the eyes of practitioners, it is not worth mentioning.

However, their faith is blood and sand.

They are really the lowest, and the cultivator is the most noble.

However, they are the only ones who have been fighting on the battlefield. I would like to fight the sky with the remains of my body.

This is their will to charge against the enemy, whether the enemy is an invincible demon or a strong cultivator who brings death. They are determined to resist them with a sword in the last front line of the mainland of China.

I met a disciple who killed the enemy in the front line.

At that time, several foreign strongmen killed him, and then he did not dodge a single person.

As if he was very angry, he waved his fist at the leader and threw his sword at the other side.

And then he died in the crowd.

Ling Chen stood aside, quietly looking at his body.

He is just a passer-by, and he can't interfere or help.

however, he is just a corpse, but Ling Chen feels his eyes staring at the enemy.

Those people are laughing. People in China are all fools.

In fact, Lingchen also wants to follow the feigned relaxed to say a, really silly.

I had a chance to escape.

He didn't say it.

He suddenly had an impulse to come into this life, to sit with him in front of the fire in the hotel to drink, and talk about the ups and downs along the way.

Ling Chen bowed to his body.

He seems to die, but Lingchen can read his strength that has not burst out, and I know that I will die.

When snow covers the road, people do the depth of the moon.

Soldiers all the way, like a desert.

A weathered castle, a cracked but still standing Populus euphratica, a yellow leaf, stubborn and the sunset.

Can be understood as a kind of pride, a kind of persistence, a kind of blood, a kind of hard and tough man who has never been seen for a long time.

All this is not a crime of war.

A soldier has no dawn, but always believe!

Heaven on the left, soldiers on the right.