He stretched out two fingers and gently pinched the short thorn.

Like pinching a grass stem.

He looked at the short jade-colored thorns, shook his head slightly, and said, "The military thorns made of Liren jade, each of the 'eight people' had one handle in those days, could pierce the bone shield of the sixth-level beast king, with eight drops of blood dripping on it, symbolizing

With the truest friendship and the most..."

"Shut up."

Huazhongyue shouted loudly, his beards stretched wildly, and he wildly activated his inner energy again, pulling out the thorns and pricking them again.

The 'old man' flicked it lightly.

Ding.

There was a sound like a jade chime being struck.

Hua Zhongyue's body flew backwards.

He spat out a bloody arrow in mid-air.

His body hit the large optical computer console hard, denting the metal tabletop and bursting out with clusters of sparks that shone brightly.

"Don't you understand? There is a huge gap in our strength, just like our age, old friend."

The 'old man' shook his head with pity in his eyes.

He just raised his hand and waved.

Huazhongyue's body floated in the air.

Another flick of the finger.

The second Liren jade thorn shot out like a stream of light, passed through the left shoulder, and nailed Huazhong Yue to the metal wall of the command post.

Yes.

In the hand of the ‘old man’, there is also a Liren jade thorn.

Number 4.

He was once a member of the "Eight People".

"Sorry, I don't have much time."

The 'old man''s tone became urgent, he stared into Huazhongyue's eyes and said, "Boss, please don't let me down. Just agree and join us. Believe me, as long as you let go of your obsession and join us, you can get out."

Take a look at the real world outside the sky."

"I reject."

Hua Zhongyue shook his head.

The palms covered with brown age spots were slowly raised with great effort. Twisted cyan blood vessels could be seen on the rough and wrinkled skin.

The old palm held the Liren jade thorn numbered 4 and pulled it out bit by bit.

opposite.

The eyes of the 'old man' showed unconcealable disappointment, and then gradually became cold.

"Old friend, our one hundred and twenty-year friendship, really, really don't force me to kill you. Do you know how much I paid to save your life and get this mission opportunity?"

, come to see you in person."

He was unwilling to be honest.

Huazhongyue stopped answering.

He held the Liren Jade Thorn in his hand, his expression was firm, and there seemed to be sunlight shining in his eyes.

"Abandon your life at the edge of the edge

How can I be pregnant? If my parents don’t care, how can I say that my son and his wife should be compiled into a list of strong men, and they should not be selfish."

"Sacrificing one's life to go to the country's disaster, seeing death as a sudden return home!"

Hua Zhongyue did not answer his opponent's words.

Instead, recite the poem silently.

The voice gradually became louder.

The poem "White Horse" by the ancient poet Cao Zhi is not only the creed of the Daxia Dragon Group, but also the code of the Daxia soldiers.

In an era where star beasts are wreaking havoc and disasters occur frequently, in an era where the inheritance of ancient martial arts is ups and downs and martial arts families are gradually derailed, in this era when ambitions continue to expand with strength and the country is regarded as a shackle...

In such an era, the official influence of Daxia was constantly weakened due to the deliberate guidance of the Starry Sky Council, and the situation of the army and the dragon warriors became increasingly difficult.

This song "White Horse" was selected and became the beacon and fortress in the hearts of the soldiers.

This poem, which was born more than 2,400 years ago, so appropriately describes the beliefs, ideas and perseverance of every Daxia soldier.

The high-pitched singing was like the flames of the scorching sun, making the 'old man' feel like his soul was being burned.

The next moment.

Hua Zhongyue's whole body burned.

…

…

The sudden changes that occurred in the city attracted the attention of the three commanders on the city wall battlefield.

Why does the teleportation array appear in the city?

This question is puzzling.

But it's no longer important.

"Hold them."

Hua Qinglian shouted at Li Donglou and Chu Yuncheng, then quickly left the battlefield on the city wall and shot towards the city.

The teleportation array and the star beasts that broke into the city must be eliminated in the shortest possible time.

Otherwise, the civilian casualties will be immeasurable.

But it only flew a hundred meters.

Whoosh.

A beam of light fell from the sky.

Hua Qinglian's cultivation at the level of a great sage was enveloped in this milky white light beam before she had time to react.

The next moment, he appeared in a strange white cloud space.

A huge astrolabe.

There are white clouds rolling around, and no boundaries can be seen.

Hua Qinglian's heart sank.

Realizing that he was teleported.

He activated his inner energy, concentrated his attention, and sensed all the changes around him. His mental power spread like a tide into the surrounding sea of ​​rolling clouds.

Snap, snap, snap.

Clear footsteps came.

The clouds ahead were moving.

Finally, a solid figure emerged and walked out slowly.

Hua Qinglian took a closer look.

Suddenly his body shook.

The face that was always majestic but devoid of emotion or anger showed a trace of surprise, and then turned into a deep anger.

"I want to say something, but I don't know how.

thanks for your support.

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