"Garr Yan Yan, waste!"

At the same time, on the Dragon Ridge, looking at the scene below, Ji Fa's face was gloomy, gritted his teeth, and resentful.

The saints were slaughtered by people, and before being slaughtered, they begged for humble knees. They were thrown into the decentness of the sage.

Moreover, it doesn't matter if Kuyan Yan's kneeling is, it has made the morale of the Xiqi Army completely falling into the bottom of the valley.

Imagine that the saints were humbled and begged Emperor Xin to begging for mercy. What ordinary men and vulgar people felt that what should be used to defeat Di Xin?

"Big king, otherwise, it's down ..."

"Big king, let's fall ... go on like this, we are still afraid of a dead end ..."

"Big king, let's go, you may still live, if you fight again, waiting for us, I'm afraid it will be a dead end ..."

At this moment, a member of a famous Xiqi Army, a member of the Ji clan, looked at Ji Fa, showed his face, and sorrow.

The death of Gajiayan has made them completely desperate. A saint falls, and a strong man withering. No matter how hard they work, how much help Hongjun Taoist ancestors give them, but waiting for their final result

, But still failed.

This kind of battle makes them feel that it is no meaning at all. Even if it continues, it is just a failure, but it is just death.

Perhaps, if you surrender now, there is still a way to say.

"laugh!"

Ji Fa looked at the begging face that looked at himself. After his eyes changed, he suddenly shot. The leader of the general grabbed his hand, followed closely, and fingered the five fingers.

The neck, like throwing a broken cloth doll, threw the body on the ground, scanned the group, word by word, and said coldly: "From this moment, there are no longer daring to surrender, kill without forgiveness! In this way

, I hope not let me say a second time! "

"King ..."

Ji Fa said with a word, and a Ji family immediately exposed the color of begging, and wanted to say something.

"laugh……"

But as soon as this person's words were exported, Ji Fa had shot again. As soon as the palm fell, the head of the Ji family opened, immediately like a ripe watermelon, burst out, bright red blood, mixed with white, mixed with white ones with white ones, mixed with white ones with white ones.

The brain is scattered, and the smell is tangy.

"If it's me, don't you use it, or do you not hear what I just said?"

Ji Fa looked at the crowd indifferently, word by word, coldly.

When a word fell, the crowd immediately kept silent, one by one, one by one, and dare not say half a word.

However, in their eyes, they are full of despair and full of anger.

At the point of the battle now, Ji Zhiming has power, but he does not use this force to fight with Emperor Xin, but uses it on the body of slaughtering them.

Can you feel chilling for it, how can you not feel desperate, and how can you not feel angry?

"A group of idiots ... Want to surrender, do you think, are we qualified for surrender?"

Ji Fa looked at this scene, sneered, word by word, indifferently.

As he said, he has already seen that this fight, this battle, this battle is not just the war of Da Zhou and the big businessmen, but the fight against two ways!

It is the struggle between Hongjun Taoist ancestor and the ancestor of Hongjun Taoist!

Under such circumstances, the symbolic significance of the existence between them and Dixin have surpassed the war itself. It is not that they want to continue to fight, but that Hongjun Taoist ancestors ask them to continue fighting.

Under such circumstances, he knew that if he dared to surrender, or he dared to give up, then, waiting for his end, it must be a hundred times more tragic than now.

Even Emperor Xin may not kill him, but Hongjun Taoist ancestors will definitely not let him live.

Now, wouldn't these Ji family want to surrender, wouldn't he want to force him to death. In this case, how could he not kill these people to stop this surrender momentum, so that everything can still follow Hongjun Taoist ancestors according to Hongjun Taoist ancestors

Meaning, continue like this.

"The terrain of Dragon Ridge is dangerous, and it is easy to defend and difficult to attack! We do n’t attack it, but with this day, we can keep here, so as not to lose! Everyone rest assured, support it, there is a Taoist ancestor, the final winner, only the winner will only be, only the winner will only be there.

It's us! "

Immediately after, Ji Fa looked around and told the famous Ji family and the soldiers of Xiqi.

"The winner will be us! Victory will belong to us!"

"Destiny, in our side!"

With the fall of Ji Fa, the Xiqi Army was silent, and no one was in the words of Ji Fa, but when Ji Fa looked at them indifferently, the group could only speak.

Suddenly there was a sparse echo sound.

However, the sound, even those who opened the mouth felt weak, and felt that there was no confidence.

Victory? What to win? Even if you fill in life, you can't fill out a decent victory!

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Destiny? This thing is like a joke for them. At the beginning of this war, they also believed in destiny, and felt that the destiny shone above them. After experiencing this battle, who would believe in destiny

Who is a non -folding idiot.

"The people's hearts have been scattered, the general trend has gone, and Taoist ancestors, in which step to give us some hope?"

Ji Fa listened to the shouted shouting, his mouth was full of bitter smile, and murmured in his heart.

At this moment, he only hopes that the Jeongling Mountains can help them delay more for a while, so that this battle can continue to be deadlocked. Otherwise, once the Dragon Ridge is lost and retreated to the city of Xiqi, when he then, he was then, he then, he then, he then, when he then, he was then, and he then.

I'm afraid that I have to open my eyes when I sleep.

Because once such a terrible scene appears, the people's hearts will inevitably disperse. I am afraid that these people will not just persuade him. I hope he can surrender to Dixin.

Dedicate to Dixin and ask for a life.

"Big king, the Dragon Ridge terrain is steep, the mountains are high, and the brothers have tried to charge, but unfortunately, just entering the mountainside and being beaten back! So long, I haven't broke through the Dragon Ridge.

King of the king! "

At the same time, Xuan Fengjun, Wen Zhongda hurriedly, walked to Di Xin's behind, fell to the ground with one knee, full of face, holding boxing.

"Can't you get the Dragon Ridge?" Di Xin heard his words, raised his eyebrows, and then, with a wave of hands, in a moment, along the storage space, there was suddenly a cannon with a blue baked blue light shining.
Chapter completed!