On the grassland, the last battle between Xiongnu and Beimu really ushered in the enemy.
The blood color spreads, and the wind blows at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn.
A fight, a frenzy.
Xuanyuanche stands on the high slope, looking at this situation, the smile in his eyes is slowly brewing.
He knew that Ryukyu understood what he meant.
He knew Ryukyu knew what he was going to tell her, how he needed her to go and when he needed her to arrive.
The most obvious man in the world is Ryukyu.
He is also the one who knows Ryukyu best.
Clouds fly deep and bring wolves howling.
He smashed into the flustered Xiongnu camp. Ouyang Yu Fei fought and galloped while wielding a sharp sword. He cut and killed them all the way. At the same time, he looked around his eyes.
"How do I feel that the main force has become us?
Ryukyu, I never know that you and tobim are so close to each other? "
Now there are only wolves and Xiongnu soldiers and horses left in the whole battlefield. All the northern herdsmen and horses are gone. Ouyang Yufei absolutely doesn't believe there is such a coincidence.
Ryukyu, wielding a long sword in his hand, splits the Huns around him and rushes to the opposite side.
Hearing Ouyang Yufei's words, he didn't open his mouth. He only split his sword and flew to the Hun soldier who rushed to her. He raised his head and looked at the high slope behind the Hun soldier.
The sun is shining, and a little black shadow above it, not xuanyuanche.
The corners of the mouth outline a smile, light but rich.
The xuanyuanche on the high station and the high slope saw Ryukyu looking up at him accurately, but the smile in his eyes was more brilliant.
With a wave of his hand, "let's go and meet her." After that, he turned around and jumped down the high slope and left for Ryukyu, who was in the Xiongnu camp.