The night is dark.

The city of protection of the Tao, where the Beiming Ancient Realm camp is located, is brightly lit, but the atmosphere is solemn and depressing.

No one spoke.

Everyone's face was filled with nervousness, trepidation and uneasiness.

In the past, when they heard that the powerful people in the ancient wilderness camp were attacking, they would only treat it as a huge joke.

But with the bad news that Yin Jue, Blood Demon, Tianhuo, Jiuli... the destruction of the domain camps, they only had one feeling.

fear!

In less than a day, Lin Xun led a group of strong men to break through the camps. Such a thunderous attack was enough to panic anyone.

At present, the strong men in the Beiming Ancient Realm camp can only place their hopes on Kun Shaoyu.

But no one knows how hard Kun Shaoyu is, he is, and tormented, he is in his heart at this moment!

The night is getting darker and darker.

Kun Shaoyu stood alone in front of the hall, standing on the railing, the cold wind was bleak, the night was as thick as ink, and the darkness was everywhere.

After a long time, he sighed.

It is difficult to seek the way, it is difficult to compete for the enemy, and there are many different ways. Where is it now?

Drawing the sword and looking around at the brink of confusion!

He raised his hand and gently patted the cold railing, an indescribable feeling of sorrow and loneliness surged into Kun Shaoyu's heart.

Unfortunately, the passing years are sad, the wind and rain are short of heroic spirit!

"Young Master!"

In the dark night, an old man in gray robe hurried over with a serious expression, "The Daluo Ancient Realm camp was also broken. Lin Xun used his supreme swordsmanship to fight against tens of thousands of sword cultivators but was undefeated. The huge city of protecting the way was razed into ruins."

Kun Shaoyu looked tummy, and he suddenly understood the bloody blue-clothed one.

This guy is not timid, but has seen through it. After the end of the Feixian Battle Realm, there is no other opponent in the entire Nine-District battlefield!

"Yin Jue, Blood Demon, Tianhuo, Dongsang, Jiuli, Daluo... Now only we and Xingsha Ancient Domain camp are left..."

Kun Shaoyu murmured, feeling an indescribable depression filled his chest, and he wished he would ignore anything and leave.

"Young Master, the leaders of all the major forces in the city come to see you together!"

Suddenly, someone came to convey the news.

Kun Shaoyu was stunned and suddenly woke up, his eyes flashed, and he said for a while: "Let them come here."

Not long after, a group of men and women came, all of whom were the leaders of the major forces in the ancient Beiming Realm, with extraordinary power.

However, everyone's eyebrows were filled with a look of anxiety and anxiety.

"Let me guess, if you come here at this moment, should you plan to guard the city of Tao with Kun, right?"

Kun Shaoyu's eyes swept away everyone, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Everyone looked a little embarrassed.

"Young Master Shaoyu, the current situation has reached a critical moment. After discussing, we all think that it is time to make a decision."

An old man in golden robe with white hair and beard spoke in a deep voice.

Others nodded.

"Oh, what do you mean?"

Kun Shaoyu's expression became cold little by little. He had guessed some truth, and a feeling of sadness emerged in his heart.

"Lin Xun's aura was like a rainbow, sweeping across Liuhe, and straddling the six domain camp in just one day. It can be concluded that it won't take long to break the Xingsha Ancient Domain camp. At this moment, we wait... we wait..."

The old man in the golden robe seemed to feel ashamed and could not speak in the end.

Kun Shaoyu said to him: "You want to withdraw as soon as possible, avoid his edge, stay away from this city, so as to save your life?"

Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Kun Shaoyu, but they obviously had already made a default.

It was getting deeper at night, and the cold wind was like a knife, and the bitterness was harsh.

Kun Shaoyu suddenly felt indescribable powerlessness, and his heart was so depressed that it was about to explode.

He took a few deep breaths and said, "What will you do if I don't agree?"

Everyone was silent, no one answered.

This question is really hard to answer.

Seeing this, Kun Shaoyu quietly clenched his hands, and the blue veins on the back of his hands burst out, and he was almost unable to control his anger.

What a shame to retreat without fighting!?

Since ancient times to the present, in the past battles between the nine domains, the Beiming Ancient Domain camp has never had such a situation of "fearing from the wind and defeating without fighting"?

It was just Lin Xun, who led a group of powerful men in the ancient wilderness. Before the troops arrived, they scared these guys' courage!

Kun Shaoyu was so angry that his hair almost stood upside down.

He was not Xue Qingyi, and he was unwilling to admit defeat like this. His pride and dignity could not bear such an extremely shameful thing.

"That's how you... decide?"

It took a long time for Kun Shaoyu to suppress his anger, and his voice was like a squeezing out of his teeth, with a bone-broken chill.

Everyone was stiff all over and looked at each other, and finally they answered in silence.

Yes!

That's how they decided!

At present, the ancient wilderness camp is invincible, with the momentum of sweeping across the nine domain battlefields. It is no different from the mantis arm blocking the chariot and shaking the tree.

No one is willing to die, and no one is willing to leave his life in the battlefield of the nine domains!

Seeing this scene, Kun Shaoyu suddenly remembered Zhu Yingkong.

Yinjue Ancient Realm was the first camp force to be flattened. At that time, Zhu Yingkong did not choose to retreat, but chose to fight Lin Xun head-on.

Why did he do this?

Isn't he afraid of death?

No!

It is his pride, and his dignity cannot tolerate him doing this, otherwise he will become the biggest laughing stock in the Yinjue Ancient Realm, and be regarded as a sinner for the ages, and is pointed out by thousands of men!

"What a pity, I have neither the power of Xue Qingyi to make a decision nor Zhu Yingkong's intention to die. I want to accept my fate, but I am unwilling to accept it. I want to die, but I am greedy for life..."

Kun Shaoyu looked stunned and murmured to himself.

The atmosphere became increasingly dead and depressed.

"Young Master Shaoyu, time is tight, and the enemy army may be at the city at any time. The life and death of tens of thousands of lives in the city is all in your mind. Please make a quick decision!"

The old man in the golden robe gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Please make a quick decision for Mr. Shaoyu!"

Others also spoke.

At this moment, Kun Shaoyu was completely heartbroken. Nothing more sorrow than death. He finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

"Let's go, let's go."

Kun Shaoyu turned around, stood on the railing, and looked into the night sky in the distance.

My heart is as dry as it is, my heart is full of joy!

The leaders of the major forces in the ancient Beiming Realm raised their heads together, looked at Kun Shaoyu with his back to everyone. In the end, they didn't say much and turned around and retreated.

When the disaster comes, everyone flies!

Until everyone dispersed, under the night, Kun Shaoyu's long hair suddenly turned into a snow-like white.

There was only emptyness and confusion left in his eyes.

After practicing for decades, he has a brilliant talent and a unique and charming personality. He believes that he is not inferior to anyone from ancient times, but he still pats the ancients on the shoulders!

In the end, I wasted my time here, and I was alone, and darkness was imminent. There was no one to say about the hatred in my heart!

"ah--!"

Suddenly, Kun Shaoyu roared, with anger, helplessness, sadness, like a tsunami of landslide, venting in the night sky.

The whole city was shocked.

Looking at the place where Kun Shaoyu stood, he had long disappeared.

That night, one of the eight Qingming Realms, a young leader of the ancient Beiming Realm, Shaohao, the emperor son of the Kun clan, lost his mood and left in a mad manner!

In short, Kun Shaoyu is crazy.

That night, the city where Beiming protected the Tao was full of figures fleeing in panic, and each one was as anxious as a dog that was strayed!
To be continued...