Wuhun felt that he had a certain chance of winning. Even if he had no chance of winning, he was better than the crazy woman Leng Huo Xueyu. With her irritable temperament, how could there be a big picture view, or directly there was no one.

But the plan will never keep up with the changes. The result of the first small game in the first game surprised Wuhun as unprecedented.

Looking at Leng Huo Xueyu's even more complacent face, Wuhun had to re-adjust his understanding of Leng Huo Xueyu.

"I didn't expect this girl to be so hiding. She was really real in terms of layout and control. But why is she so delicious in reality? No, she must hit her arrogant arrogance. Judging from her proud spirit, if I don't win a few more times, I might be able to tell her about this matter in the future."

The result is obvious, who else would the winner of this half-game be Leng Huo Xueyu, who was immersed in the arrogance?

The lid of the sand tray was opened, and the simulated pawns on the grass in the mountains were everywhere, representing the models of the villain, spreading a lot.

Lenghuo Xueyu's cavalry has gradually become surrounded, and the soulless infantry is encircled in a circle of mountains.

Leng Huo Xueyu's arrow soldiers were mostly destroyed by the soulless infantry, but the soulless infantry lost 40%.

No surprises occurred in the generals and battalions of both sides. Although the archers had low points, they defeated the cavalry with the highest points. The infantry's points were centered, and no one defeated it, nor did they defeat anyone. They belonged to a balanced army.

However, if infantry is in the valley and cavalry is in the mountains, it will be a different matter.

The sand cover was covered again, and the two of them were once again immersed in the fun of attacking, killing, fighting and defending.

The dark shadows will always be transparent. At the end of the darkness, a drop of blood suddenly slipped down, like a grain of soil throwing into clear water, the cold rendering of blood splashing and cracking, and the infusion of large pieces of fresh blood spreads across the entire end.

The cold eyes slowly opened, and the wanton murderous aura suddenly scattered in the interaction between the golden swords and iron horses.

When the sandguard was unveiled again, what came was not an exciting cheer, but two lost sighs.

"Hey, you scum, why are you sighing? It's obviously me who lost, and you should say that you should sigh should be me. What's your nerves?" Leng Huo Xueyu revealed dissatisfaction in her tone, "It's really, what's the point of blindly engaging in it? I think you are just a deliberate alternative ridicule."

Facing Leng Huo Xueyu's question, Wuhun just shook his head and smiled bitterly. His temporary disappointment on the surface is not as good as his sigh after his long-term confusion.

He won't be emotional for some boring things. The winning or losing on the surface is not important, and the final victory is the key.

"Well, what's going on? Why hasn't that broken exit appeared yet? Could it be that I'm making a mistake again. The agency is not here, but where will it be if the agency is not here?"

Suddenly, the strange sound of crackling crackling completely broke the last tranquility that belonged to here, and the sound of metal impact was crisp and pleasant.

"What's going on? What's going on before?"

The thoughts that Wuhun and Leng Huoxueyu at the same time made the eyes of the two people communicate with each other.

Swish, two friction sounds of the same metal sounded, and two bright weapons appeared in the hands of the two people.

Wuhun leaned down with Leng Huo Xueyu and hid in the shadows at the dead corner of the light.

The neighing of horses from far to near, and the sound of neatly slashing the earth trembled. The misty yellow sand was floating with rolling smoke and dust. One by one, blurry shadows slowly appeared in the yellow sand. The swaying sound of Jiayezi further confirmed the absurd thought in Wuhun's heart.

"Army, this is an army, but why did an army appear on the tunnel? Where did they come from? Is this a playful person?"

The rolling yellow sand is flying, a flying flag is flying, and the big "king" character is embedded on the apricot flag with black and blue sides on red background, fluttering in the wind, and soldiers riding white horses and holding spears are like floating undead, scattering a hint of coldness, rolling towards the soulless and cold fire and snow rain.

The faint familiarity of Wang's character Xinghuangqi made Wuhun finally know where they came from, the soldiers in the picture at the end of the tunnel.

But this, this..., how did they pop out of the painting? All of them are alive and the walls are alive. It's not right. The walls are dead objects. How can they live? Then they can only be evil spirits. But when did evil spirits be born so easily? There are a bunch of them when they come.

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"What should I do? They rushed over," Leng Huoxueyu screamed in shock, making Wuhun's head shiver and return to reality from his thinking.

The continuous stream of ancient soldiers, each carrying weapons and riding horses, swooping towards them, shouting and killing the sky with shocking voices, and the murderous aura on the battlefield alone made people scared.

The heavy momentum is like a wolf or a tiger. If the sharp sword's sharp edge tear apart the sky, the flow of air will be just a hunting dog that wags its tail in front of the tiger and smoke. It has its tail been clamped and turned into a pool of mud.

The turbid and sticky air floated wet on people's body, like a huge rock that weighed people's hearts and mouths so hard that they could not breathe.

"Well, why is the breath so strongly pressing, it's very difficult to move, less than two-thirds of the previous level, and even the strength is declining. How can I fight this!"

He remembered that the wall at the end of the tunnel was filled with murals, and the soldiers and generals were painted on it, and it was densely packed with soldiers and generals, and it was at least more than 300.

The pressure suppressed most of their physical fitness. In this state, rushing up is undoubtedly a death.

The soldiers in their sight were neatly arranged, and the murderous aura on the tip of the gun and the blade rushed towards them, making people feel scared.

Wuhun held the hand of the knife tightly and turned around unconsciously. The bronze giant gate was not far behind them. The way of retreat was broken and it had long reached the point where he could not retreat. The only thing he could do now was to kill, kill, and keep rushing until he had a bloody path.

The murderous intent filled the body, Wuhun leaned back and rushed towards the group of ghost-like soldiers. The long sword in his hands kept flying, and the white sword aura was as vast as mountains and seas, wrapping Wuhun in the misty mist.

The sad blood splattered, and the arc of sword energy slid across several sad arcs. A flashing aperture suddenly appeared on the sole of soulless feet. As the bloody red spots blowing snow were blowing all over the sky, the blue aperture spread out bit by bit, and the sword array reincarnation.

"Kill", Wuhun shouted loudly, pointed his toes and jumped backwards. The instantaneous blue light swallowed the yellow sand and the darkness.

The white sword fog was chaotic, and the worn-out soldiers instantly disappeared, turning into a handful of sand.

"Oh, it's finally OK now. The bodies of these ancient soldiers were broken into pieces. They should not cause any storm. This place is too dangerous. No matter what you think, you must leave here as soon as possible."

Wuhun turned around and was about to pull Lenghuoxueyu up and rushed towards the wall at the end of the tunnel.

But when naive encounters reality, you will always lose completely, and you will lose so miserably.

As soon as the soulless footsteps moved, the figure was already one or two feet away. However, the figure flashed for a moment and then retreated back to its original place.

The sudden rustling sound in the tunnel made him dare not enter. The sand on the ground made a crackling sound, and the wind whistled by in an instant. One by one, one figure appeared in the blowing wind, and the neat steps, and the sound of gold and iron clashing appeared in his ears again.

The murderous aura in front of him made Wuhun's heart burst, which was even more surprising than seeing them come out of the mural.

I clearly saw the things that were broken into pieces, but they were intact again. No one would believe it when they said it, but the facts were cruelly born. They had immortal bodies, so how could this happen?

Leng Huo Xueyu saw those ancient soldiers who were broken into pieces appearing in the tunnel again, and he knew that the complexity of things was far more complicated than before.

Wuhun's heart was unprecedentedly upset and resentment, "Ah, how did things turn into this current field? If they were resurrected infinitely without fear of death, there would be no way to defeat them."

Swipe, Wuhun swept two sword flowers and placed the sword in front of his chest. Leng Huoxueyu came to Wuhun with a short sword, and raised the sword and wanted to break into the enemy group.

A flash of sword light was blocked by a bright long sword.

"Hey, what are you doing? Do you want to fight?" Wuhun said, "You are resting first. Now is not the time for you to do it. No one knows how many times these things will be restored. From now on, one of us must maintain enough physical strength to prevent accidents. I'll go first this time, you'll be in the back."

Shun, Wuhun wanted to rush up with a steed step, but this time the situation seemed to be very different from last time. The ancient soldiers did not rush towards him at the first time, but stood on the left and right, giving way to a wide road in the middle, as if some people were going to walk through here.

The sound of horse hooves pedaling from far to near, and a white horse appeared coldly in the soulless sight...

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