Infinite Sims

　　 Arrows raining all over the sky.

　　 In an instant, half of the horse was covered with arrows and fell into a pool of blood.

　　 Only ordinary arrows were shot from above the valley.

　　 The marksman of the innate realm seemed to be in case someone took advantage of their shooting interval and went up the mountain wall, so they didn't make a move.

　　 Relying on the skill honed from the battlefield, everyone in the Killing Moon Army can fend off the arrows.

　　 But the manpower is always exhausted.

　　 When most of his internal strength and strength were consumed by the almost endless rain of arrows, he immediately suffered casualties. One person after another fell to the ground with arrows, and instantly turned into "hedgehogs".

　　 "It's really powerless!"

　　 As a long stick, Jiang Ren can only watch his surroundings.

　　 This powerlessness refers not to the Moon-Slaying Army who is in desperation around him, but to himself.

　　 The weapon's perspective is novel and safe, but compared to a person, there is too little and too little that can be done, and he can't even decide his destiny and path.

　　He is in Wuchen's hands at this moment.

　　 turned into countless blackened afterimages, like an airtight shield, covering several soldiers and claret horses.

　　Because Yanhuo is not only useless to deal with these arrows, but also accelerates the consumption of true energy, so Wuchen did not call out Yanhuo in the stick.

　　 "Commander!"

　　 Several riots suddenly rang in the distance.

　　 Wuchen tried his best to maintain the shield, while looking in the direction of the sound.

　　 At a glance, he saw that Zhou Xiaozhi had fallen from his horse, with several arrows stuck in his body, one of which happened to pass through his left chest.

　　 There are several people around him wielding weapons vigorously, helping him withstand the falling arrows.

　　 One of them was full of pain, and kept chanting words like "If it were not to protect me, the commander would not be hit by an arrow."

　　 "Sorry, I killed you..."

While 　　 was dead, Zhou Xiaozhi did not blame the person, otherwise he would not have given up his life to save him just now.

　　 He just hates.

　　 hate my weakness, hate my weakness, hate my innocence...

　　 "Commander!"

　　 "Commander, didn't you say that you wouldn't let us make meaningless sacrifices?"

　　 "You stand up for me, your promise to us has not been fulfilled!"

　　 "Otsuki ghost, pay for our army commander's life!"

　　 "Even if we die, we will turn into life-destructing ghosts, killing all of you Da Yue..."

　　 Zhou Xiaozhi did not hold the arrow in his chest, and his death immediately drew a great reaction.

　　 The entire Killing Moon Army, whose morale was gradually declining, had once again exploded with fearless morale.

　　 This includes the slightly weaker martial arts under the dust-free protection, as well as Lian Shaofeng, the youngest member of the Killing Moon Army.

　　 "Why did it become like this?"

　　 Wuchen did not move, he only felt an inexplicable emotion emerge from the bottom of his heart.

　　 is a little bit painful, a little uncomfortable, as if unable to breathe, like losing something very important.

　　 "The turtle in the urn still wants to escape?"

　　 Hu Yanhan snorted disdainfully, and said sharply: "Kill me! Don't keep one!"

　　 Brush Brush!

　　 On both sides of the valley, more archers emerged.

　　 The arrows in the hands of these people have also been changed. The arrows are all **** with combustible materials. There is a special person holding a torch next to them, who is responsible for lighting the arrows that are about to be shot.

　　 At the same time, at this interval, there is another strong man with a strong body holding fire and oil.

　　 A lot of kerosene fell along the mountain wall, causing many people to slip the soles of the sergeants who killed the moon and fall back into the valley.

　　 And more kerosene directly fell on the sergeants who killed the moon.

　　 When the first rocket ignited kerosene.

　　 The flames soared and spread rapidly, covering most of the people in the valley.

　　 Lost a lot of cover, the innate masters also fell back into the valley under the threat of the innate marksman. Many people even got a few sharp arrows that could penetrate the stele, life and death are unknown.

　　 In a short time.

　　 In the successive screams, the snow-white valley was dyed with two distinct reds.

　　 The blood red of the human body, the bright fiery red.

　　 Seeing this scene, Wuchen shook his head for a moment.

　　哧哧Yo!

　　 The burgundy horse that had been with him for a long time hit the arrow in his body and fell to the ground.

　　 "Horse donor!"

　　 Wuchen shouted loudly, feeling that he had lost something.

　　 but only saw Zao Hong Ma's eyes that seemed to him and the nostalgia for the world, and then his eyes gradually lost their luster.

　　 His heart is even more uncomfortable, only to feel that something is breaking through.

　　 "Brother Wuchen..."

　　 In the flames dissipating from the side, there was a faint sound.

　　 Wuchen's ears moved slightly, waving the arrows of the fire stick, and quickly found the person who made the sound.

　　 A scorched man who was burned by flames and could not see his appearance.

　　 Although he could not see his face clearly, and even his voice was hoarse and unfamiliar, Wuchen knew that this slightly breathable person was even Shaofeng, and only he would call himself that.

　　 "I'm sorry...it..."

　　 Lian Shaofeng's fingers flicked slightly, and a weak voice was exhaled.

　　 Wuchen was silent, he knew that Lian Shaofeng’s "it" was not anyone in the valley, because he did not apologize to them.

　　 The "it" in Lian Shaofeng's mouth, or "she", should refer to the childhood sweetheart who signed a marriage contract with him.

"why?"

　　 "Why did it become like this?"

　　 Once again, Wuchen asked her own heart.

　　 It was clear that everything was fine before; he had made countless achievements; even if he had been taken away from a lot of victories, he had never thought of resisting anything.

　　 But why did it still become like this?

　　 Wuchen is like a madman, and the long stick in his hand that is constantly waving protects the people who may still be alive.

　　 I don’t know when.

　　 The arrow rain stopped.

　　 Within this snow-covered valley, the kilometer-long road is full of blood and charred bones, as well as more than 10,000 arrows.

　　 Under the almost endless rain of arrows just now, even the innate masters hated on the spot.

　　 But there is one more person.

　　 There is one more person who never died.

　　 Wuchen knelt on the ground covered in blood, with dozens of arrows stuck in his body, and seemed to have lost his strength, but because he firmly held a black stick, he did not fall.

"why?"

　　 Wuchen lowered his head, muttering to himself in his eyes blankly.

　　 At this moment, he has little life left. It is reasonable to say that he should have died long ago, but he did not die.

　　 Jiangren sighed.

　　 In this situation, the only thing he can do is to treat the dust-free injury.

　　 After witnessing the death of one of his former comrades-in-arms, Wuchen not only closed his heart, but also his consciousness and body.

　　 This made Jiang Ren unable to reach him through consciousness, let alone heal him.

　　 Above the valley.

　　 The quick-hearing entourage heard Wuchen's voice and told Hu Yanhan the words.

　　 "Why? Why did you fall into this situation?"

Hu Yanhan couldn't help laughing, and said: "For the sake of your ability to live to the present, I will tell you compassionately, because your goals and horizons are too small, you only know a little Xuemenguan. And my Hu Yanhan's goal is the entire Qianguo!"

"too small?"

　　 Wuchen raised his head and looked at Hu Yanhan, repeating the words.

　　 "Since you already know, then you can go to die."

　　 Hu Yanhan smiled triumphantly, and then said to his entourage: "Get the bow!"

　　 quickly handed over a strong bow and a quiver.

　　 Hu Yanhan picked up the strong bow and drew an arrow on the bow, aiming at the dustless who fell into an unconscious state again, and said: "From now on there will be no more killing moon army!"

　　 The arrow pierced the air.

　　 pointed straight at the clean chest.

　　 Clang!

　　 Dust-free sweep with a stick, and knock down the arrow that I am determined to win this time.

　　 Immediately, he tremblingly stood up with a stick, and forcibly cut off and pulled out the arrow in his body. He looked at the stick in his hand and said seriously: "The stick donor, the little monk wants to break the precept today, I don't know if I can help one or two!"

　　 Blood is constantly flowing out of the wound, but the dust is not showing the slightest pain.

　　 No dust is very clear.

　　 The reason why I can live is because I don't know when there is a breakthrough.

　　 It turned a wisp of innate true Qi into Efa Qi, and forcibly suspended his last trace of vitality.

　　 But if you want to repair your body, or even do more things, you need the consent of the stick donor who has been with you for a long time.

　　 "Yeah~"

　　 Jiangren replied.

　　 Seeing the dust-free at this moment, he knew that the dust-free was no longer the original dust-free.

　　 As for the better or the worse?

　　Jiangren doesn't know what others think, but he thinks this change is a good direction.

　　 "Disappointment!"

　　Hu Yanhan saw that one arrow did not work, and stopped shooting the second arrow. He threw the longbow to his entourage and pointed at a congenital marksman in the distance: "You, kill him for me!"

　　 He has a clear understanding of himself.

　　 Martial arts archery is ordinary. If the second arrow is blocked again, it will affect his majesty among his subordinates. On the contrary, it is better to directly order others to solve it.

　　 The innate marksman nodded, took out an arrow, and bent the bow to shoot.

　　 The arrow made a burst of sound.

　　 flew into the valley below like lightning.

　　 Clang!

　　 Wuchen blocked the arrow again, and a faint blue flame ignited from the stick of flame.

　　 Within a short period of time, his damaged flesh and blood and internal organs were completely restored, and the refilled innate true Qi also became more domineering and domineering under the influence of that wisp of Evil Qi.

　　 Wuchen’s legs were slightly bent, his eyes fixed on Hu Yanhan above him.

　　 "Are you a monk?"

　　 Seeing the flame on the dust-free stick, Hu Yanhan was surprised at first, and then became greedy again: "How can a monk fall to this point, so that your stick is a treasure?"

　　 He just heard a "boom" when he was about to order the shooting of the dust-free treasure.

　　 I saw that the person below was like an arrow from the string, and instantly jumped to the mountain wall several feet high. In just a few breaths, he escaped the arrows shot by several innate archers and came to him.

　　 "Protect the general!"

　　 Hu Yanhan's entourage hurriedly shouted.

　　In an instant, several arrows with roaring sound shot towards Wuchen.

　　 Clang! clang! clang!

　　The arrows were all stopped mercilessly by the stick of flame.

　　 Wuchen looked at Hu Yanhan, who was paralyzed on the ground because of fear, and said softly: "Don't worry about the donor, the little monk will save your life for the end!"

　　 Immediately afterwards, the long stick swept away.

"what!"

　　 Hu Yanhan let out a scream.

　　 His legs were instantly broken and bloody, as if they were already useless.

　　 "Kill that fucker!"

　　 "If the general is dead, none of us will survive!"

　　 "Protect the general! Kill that fucker!"

　　 The people of the big moon suddenly burst into the canthus, pulling out their weapons to kill Wuchen.

　　 Because Hu Yanhan is nearby, no one dared to shoot arrows.

　　 greeted countless rushing sounds.

　　 Wuchen looked compassionate, like the reincarnation Buddha, waving the long stick in his hand.

　　 The entourage who was closest to the side was swept upside down.

　　 Help Bone sink deep into his body, plunge into his heart, and he was killed the moment he landed, and his face was still full of confusion.

　　 "Let me help you!"

　　 Jiangren looked at the blood energy light spot ahead and quickly absorbed it into his body.

　　 This is the first time in more than three years that he has seen blood energy light spots.

　　 Just now, in order to help the dust-free heal, most of the energy left in his body has been consumed and must be replenished.

　　 Wuchen's strength is much stronger, but facing the siege of several innate masters and the siege of hundreds of elite soldiers with his own power, there is no possibility of victory at all.

　　 But with your own help, that's not necessarily the case.

　　 The killing is in progress!

　　 The great moon soldiers who had appeared as hunters before, all turned into prey at this time, and died one by one under the dust-free stick, and died under Jiang Ren's body.

　　 After a quarter of an hour, the sides of the valley turned into **** on earth.

　　 Below the valley are hundreds of scorched corpses, and above the valley are thousands of limbs torn apart by the stick of fire.

　　 Above a pile of flesh and blood.

　　 Standing without dust and covered in blood, his expression is full of compassion.

　　 It seemed that he didn't do everything around him. He was just a monk who passed by by accident. Seeing this, he couldn't help feeling pity.

　　 "Amitabha."

　　 Wuchen chanted the sound of Buddha, and looked back at the only living person besides himself

　　——Hu Yanhan~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Demon! You monster! do not come……"

　　 Hu Yanhan looked at Wuchen who was approaching him in fear, enduring the pain in his legs, and backing back with his hands supporting his body.

　　 Suddenly, he felt a hand fall in the empty space, and the whole person instantly lost his balance and fell backward.

　　 It turned out that he had retreated to the edge.

　　 With a scream, Hu Yanhan completely disappeared into the valley.

　　 walked to the edge in silence without dust.

　　 Hu Yanhan who fell into the valley seems to be because his head hit the ground first, it has exploded for the most part, and he can't die again.

　　 Wuchen jumped into the valley without saying a word, and piled the bodies of all his comrades and war horses together.

　　 Jiang Ren watched quietly, without making a sound.

　　 "The little monk will take you back."

　　 Wuchen looked at the baggage concealed in front of him. Inside were the military cards of all his comrades in his collection, each with a familiar name engraved on it.

　　 Three hundred and twenty-four.

　　 There are not many, but not many.

"fire!"

　　 Wuchen waved the fire stick, a ball of flame flew out and fell on the pile of corpses.

　　 The flames that cannot burn specific things are like changing nature.

　　 "There is one more person!"

　　 Wuchen tightened his back with the baggage full of military cards, turned around and looked in the direction of Xuemenguan.

　　Hu!

　　 Under the howling wind and snow.

　　 Wuchen rode a tall horse from the Great Moon Kingdom and disappeared into the vast snow field.

　　 For a long time, an old sigh sounded in the valley.

　　 "In less than a year, I developed a ray of relief. It should be a gratifying and congratulatory thing. I hate the magic weapon to lose my eyes..."