[You lead the hungry people to wander in the wind and snow] [While killing demons and cutting off edible demon flesh and blood, you absorb hungry people from the border to expand your team] [Your actions are quite effective, and the team is expanding at a very fast speed] [Wu Yingxue was surprised by this] [Perhaps, this team is no longer the so-called hungry refugees. With the fool's skills you passed down, it is enough to be called an army] [It's just that you haven't thought about what name to give such a team. People have different opinions, some elegant and some popular] [You think seriously for a long time, and finally give up with a smile] [No matter what name you give, the people who join your team have only one goal, that is to live a stable life and have enough food] [That's enough, that's enough] [If you have to give it a name, do you think the name of the living army is better? It's quite good with the Eating Army]
[Aniu said he liked the name of the Eating Army] ... [After two months of wandering in the wind and snow, your team has become larger, with tens of thousands of people, tens of thousands of souls eager to live] [Moreover, they are souls that have died once] [In front of such souls, death is no longer a fear. They are eager to live towards death and seek a real way out from desperate situations] [Through practicing your Fool Skill, almost all the hungry people have entered the first stage of body forging. Among them, those with sufficient spirit and energy have even rushed to the second or third stage in one breath] [Not only that, after the girl took the True Qi Pill, she was promoted to the Xiantian in the fierce battle with the demons] [Wu Yingxue happily told you the news] "Sir, I tell you, I am a Xiantian warrior!" "Well done, Yingxue." [You said gently Smile, say encouraging words, and stretch out your palm to help the girl brush off some snowflakes on her head.] [The girl laughed foolishly, and seemed to be very happy to be praised by you] [That year, that month, that day] [Wu Yingxue put her fists on her waist, with a proud expression, not knowing what modesty is, but she only showed this attitude in front of you] [More often, she is the reliable "Mr. Wu" in everyone's eyes. Anyone who has a problem will seek help from the girl] [You observe silently, watching the girl from being flustered at the beginning to being handy later] [You are pleased with the girl's growth] [But at the same time, you really want to change this world, this world that forces everyone to change] [Long-term persistence in martial arts has transformed your "Qi Xue Ba Quan". Congratulations, you have realized You have learned the "Guan Li Zhen Quan"]
[Long-term persistence in martial arts practice has transformed your "Nine Thunder Blade" and mixed and evolved with the Xiantian Gangqi. Congratulations, you have comprehended the "Zhen Lei Dao Gang"] [Your strength has become extremely powerful, and every punch and kick is like a knife slashing, and thunder is rolling] [After Wu Yingxue entered the Xiantian realm, her awakened Qinglong Gangqi also has a power far beyond the same level. You personally tested her strength and were amazed] … [Time flies, you calculate the weather, and judge that the colder snow melting weather is coming. For the ragged survival army, this is tantamount to a countdown to death] [You no longer hide] [Leading tens of thousands of survival soldiers to attack a weak pass that has been explored long ago] [The generals sitting here are two martial arts masters of the Guanli realm, and you and the girl have one each] "Look at the gun!! " The roar resounded through the sky. Everyone subconsciously looked up at the sky. The red and white tight-fitting robe, the swift figure like a raging fire, holding a spear and dancing in the sky, blasting out a huge and ferocious dragon-shaped aura. It has scales and claws. It has horns and a tail. It's like a real blue dragon galloping across the sky. "Blue dragon aura?!" The generals of Da Gan who were guarding the pass were shocked and stunned. The blue dragon aura is exclusive to the royal family of Da Gan. Why did it appear in the hands of the rebels? Soon, the two innate generals thought of Wu Yingxue's identity. The expression suddenly turned cold. "How dare you, the remnants of Dingyuan Prefecture, dare to appear here!" "Wait for me to capture you and take you to the capital to see the emperor! " The Xiantian general walked in the air, but was forced back by a sword force as fast as lightning in mid-air. "You were just forced back, but you were not injured..." "I am not proficient enough in the "Thunder Sword Force"..." "Besides, humans and demons are different after all. I lack experience in fighting with warriors." In the snowy sky. Xu Xi's figure also came in the air. The force was like a knife, tearing the surrounding snow and wind; the sound of the knife was like thunder, shaking the iron for ten miles. No need for too much verbal communication, on the battlefield of bloodshed and death, Xu Xi and Wu Yingxue killed a Dagan general respectively. This was a battle exclusively for Xiantian warriors and martial arts masters.
And on the ground. The refugees' army of survival has formed a continuous surging wave, impacting the garrison at the pass. "Kill! " When the farmer who used to farm picked up the hoe. When the cook who used to cook picked up the kitchen knife. The rusty utensils, the inferior things reflecting white light in the wind and snow, can also burst out with a heart-pounding power. "Just a criminal!" Some cavalry rushed out of the pass, trying to break the formation of the refugees. But the "master" who was high above was suddenly horrified to find that those lowly people who were imagined to be vulnerable were not afraid of his attack. On the contrary, people rushed towards the fierce horses frantically. Raise the manure fork, raise the hoe, or the rough homemade rope. Smash the four hooves of the fierce horse. Some even rushed forward and tried to block the horse's advance with their bodies. Some people were kicked away by the horse, but it didn't matter. New people would come up. Even if they were kicked to cough up blood, they would still rush forward in a crazy manner. "Get out of here!" "Get out of here!" The cavalry fell off the horse. He was a general from the imperial capital. He had a bright future and a good future. From the time he was born, he was destined to be different from the mud legs in front of him. But now, he fell to the ground, acting shorter than the mud legs, and could only look up at their faces in horror. The battle was fierce. It lasted until sunset. The red halo dyed the sky red, bringing the final curtain. The army seeking survival won, and won as it should, and also won miserably. When the last remaining light on the battlefield illuminated the earth, countless bloody corpses were revealed, and the living continued to move forward. In front of the will that had died once and just wanted to live again like a human. Even the border troops wearing armor and holding blades. They were just the same, and they would die if they were killed. The so-called high and low, the so-called noble and humble, were absolutely equal in front of death.