.One minute...two minutes...ten kinds...

The blood on his body was getting more and more, but he still did not fall down. His vision was blurred by blood. He stared at the West and moved forward step by step. Whenever his consciousness began to blur, he would bite his tongue hard. He could die... but he would never let Ningxue be hurt.

Three long spears flew towards his feet from three directions. He jumped up, swung his sword body, drew a blood arc, and lived in the air. Hundreds of bows and arrows ready to go were launched together, like locusts passing through the border, and Ye Wuchen used his sword energy to thrust all of them, and at the same time, he threw out two thunders that blew up dozens of bow and arrow cavalry.

When he landed on the ground, his body staggered. When he stood firm, the star-slashing sword in his hand had been retracted by him. The fire elements quickly gathered and threw out a fire ball compressed to the extreme and threw it forward.

The small fireball produced a mid-range explosion, turning the range of more than 30 meters in front of him into a sea of ​​fire. For a moment, the horse was in a panic, and the shrill roars and screams overlapped, almost about to cut through the night sky. Ye Wuchen hugged Ningxue tightly with his hands, dragged his heavy body, and rushed into the flames.

The thick flames covered Ye Wuchen's body and burned a large number of people to death. In the firelight, three black balls flew toward the cavalry group, bringing three large pieces of flesh and blood to fly. Then, three more flew out, blowing all the cavalry in front. Finally... a total of ten thunders scattered and flew forward.

The cavalry who experienced the power of this terrifying firearm escaped in horror and wanted to hide, but what awaited them was still ten overlapping explosions. This explosion caused the tremor of the earthquake, and the ten evenly arranged firelights became the last color in the lives of more than 200 cavalrymen.

A gap finally appeared in the thick cavalry team. Ye Wuchen rushed out quickly, kicked a horse's cavalry away, walked on the horse, threw out a few flames to force the cavalry around and in front of him to retreat, protruded and surrounded, and galloped forward.

Severe pain, dizziness, weakness... He kept biting his tongue to keep himself awake. The horse under him had become his last hope.

The pursuers behind him were like a surging tide, endless. He threw out five thunders with his right hand again, blew up the waves of cavalry closest to him, temporarily setting aside from them.

"Shoot the arrow!"

There was a loud shout behind him, and then a arching sound was whispering. Ye Wuchen held the last three thunders with his trembling hands, and threw them back three times when the first bow and arrow shot out.

The first one, with a roar and dozens of screams, the closest wave of archers to Ye Wuchen was blown up most of the time, and the horses in the rear were not enough to be stopped, and they were tripped numerous times, becoming chaotic in the trampling. The second one followed, blowing the escaped wave of teams to the ground, causing a large amount of chaos again, and the frightened horse became even more chaotic and began to run around indistinguishable direction.

The third one flew away with a scream and shot towards the most densely populated area of ​​the cavalry team, causing another chaos, dragging the speed of the entire team forward tightly.

The throwing of three thunderstorms almost took away all the remaining strength Ye Wuchen had. He slashed his sword and stabbed the horse on the butt. The war horse under his crotch was in pain. With the shock of the three explosions, he ran forward desperately. However, it was this light sword that made Ye Wuchen slump on the horse. The star-slashing sword that had extinguished the flames in his hand fell from his hand, and turned into a golden light and shot into his eyebrows before falling to the ground.

Although the cavalry is strong, the charge on the battlefield can be said to be destroyed, but its flaws are also obvious. If all the war horses are frightened, the cavalry team will collapse without fighting. The firearms of the Hua family, whether it is a small-scale thunder and a medium-scale thunder, will have several times the effect on the cavalry, and the injury is the second to the person, and the shock of the horse is the first. What Ye Wuchen could have before was, except for the flames in the medium-scale thunder, and the most important thing was to rely on the shock of the cavalry to take care of themselves.

At this time, three thunders shocked the cavalry more than 100 casualties. However, the casualties caused by trampling were far more than this number. When they finally adjusted, Ye Wuchen was already a hundred meters away.

In the Great Wind Palace, Feng Lie threw the telescope hard to the ground, and the muscles on his face kept twitching. The bloody battle did not move him. He thought that Ye Wuchen, who was flooded by the crowd, would die out of strength, but he did not expect that such a huge sea of ​​people would be torn a gap by him and escaped. Several firearms with amazing power even widened their distance.

"Is this person really still a human being... Why? He wasn't he born in my Feng family..."

Feng Lie gritted his teeth fiercely, and the shock in his heart was beyond description. He killed the God of War, left the palace, rushed out of the army, and then left again after fighting in blood... In his arms, he was still holding an unscathed girl. How many terrible things were hidden on his body.

And Feng Ling had left at some point beside him. Because the direction Ye Wuchen escaped at this time, he would have ended up dying.

The contaminated blood mixed with sweat that had soaked his whole body into thighs, dripping on the horse's body and the ground. Ye Wuchen no longer had the strength to straighten his body and collapsed on the horse's back. The only hand holding Ningxue was still so powerful that he had never let go. For too long, his left arm had become stiff.

"Brother... do you hurt..." Tears rolled in Ningxue's eyes. She didn't dare to step on an ant to death. She didn't feel a trace of fear amid the bloody fighting and heart-wrenching screams. Because even if she really died, she would still die together, so what's there to be afraid of?

She only hated herself, hated herself for not doing anything. If she could be half as powerful as her pupil, she would not have dragged him down so much.

After waiting for a long time, she didn't get an answer, so she quietly approached him, closed her eyes, and stopped disturbing him.

Neither the cavalry team in front nor the city guards in the sky behind did not give up chasing them. They tried their best to drive out a small grain of sea sand. But at this time, none of them felt relaxed, but instead shivered in their hearts... He was the one who defeated the God of War, or a real devil... Three thousand cavalry and twenty thousand city guards were unable to keep him, but they were killed and injured, with blood and limbs covering the ground.

But even if he is a true god, the real demon always has his boundaries. What's more, each of them knows that the path he chose is a real path of despair.

The sky became darker and darker, and the thin moon in the sky became brighter and brighter. The east of Tianfeng City was as quiet as before. Ye Shuiyao curled up and sat quietly among the dead grass, without moving. The longer she waited, the colder her body and heart became, and every second was so long.

"Xiaochen..." She called and prayed silently in her heart. In her life, she had never been as worried and afraid as she is now.

After a while, Ye Wuchen's blurry vision and consciousness became clear. Behind him, there was still a large team of chasing him relentlessly. Although the distance had not been brought closer, they had no intention of stopping chasing. Arrows kept flying from behind. However, because they were too far away, they would fall before they touched his back.

At this time, as long as there is a decent master in the army, he can easily catch up and put Ye Wuchen to death.

"Xue'er, are you okay?" He struggled to hold up his body, making a faint sound from his mouth, hoarse and weak so much that he could hardly hear it clearly. Just now, Ning Xue's slender body was always under him.

"Well...brother."

"Ah!! Master! Front... Look ahead! Be careful!!"

Nan'er suddenly let out a terrified scream, which made Ye Wuchen's heart tremble. He concentrated and looked at him in a slight darkness ahead, spreading forward without any limit.

In an instant, a name that everyone knows about Tianchen Continent appeared in Ye Wuchen's mind, the forbidden land of the Great Wind Kingdom, a terrifying soul abyss that is terrifying regardless of length, width, and depth!

It...is actually in the west of Tianfeng City!

The horse under him did not stop, and still ran forward like crazy, running towards the dark cliff in front of Ye Wuchen's constantly magnifying pupils... Finally, his front hooves stepped into the air and fell down...

Ye Wuchen gritted his teeth, kicked his feet, and his body whirled with force, hugged Ningxue and landed on the edge of the cliff. The horse fell into the abyss with a long neighing, and disappeared in the blink of an eye... In the long silence, there was no sound of falling.

That horse was the last hope for Ye Wuchen to escape, and this long soul-breaking abyss completely blocked the last hope. For a moment, even the gentle wind and the bleak moonlight were filled with despair.

Ye Wuchen stood up tremblingly. As long as he took a step back, he would fall into the abyss and have no way back. Looking at the approaching military tide ahead, he just stared blankly.

Tongxin was still far away from him, and his breath was equally weak. Tongxin, whom he conquered with the power of his soul, had always had soul connections and sensations. Therefore, even though they were far away, they could sense each other's position and state.

This time, he has to face real despair and no room for any turnaround.

"Brother, are you cold?" Ningxue asked worriedly, stroking his cold face and chest with her hands.

One hundred meters...fifty meters...thirty meters...

The running cavalry team was getting closer and closer, and the swords and guns reflected the cold and silent light. The cavalry archers also opened their bows one after another, but did not shoot out immediately. When he chose this direction, it was destined to be the end. In the rear of the cavalry, the city guards did not relax at all, followed closely behind and chased after...

"Xue'er...want to see the meteor shower?" Ye Wuchen's eyes were dissipated, and he looked ahead in a daze and murmured lightly.

Ningxue raised her face and nodded gently.

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