Chapter 3040

The great general's eyes were red and glittering, but he faintly shed tears. He looked up at the sad sky stained with blood in the setting sun. His chest was filled with rolling anger and roar, which was like sharp blade pain, but he didn't say a word in the end.

Why?

Why?

Why on earth!!

You don't want the country you've worked hard for years.

After years of strategizing, now you have won the world and enjoyed the power of prosperity that fascinates people all over the world. Don't.

Which time in the past few years was not a narrow escape. You don't want it now.

What the hell do you want?!

Is this what you want now?

... Mo Liyan.

I don't know who or which soldier, with red eyes, sent out a roaring cry from the depths of his chest, tearing his heart and lungs: "kill Han Jun!!"

"Kill Han Jun!!"

"Kill Han Jun!!"

Countless voices came at this moment with one voice.

For a while,

The cry is earth shaking and the mountains and rivers want to shake!

Mo Liyan.

Is their monarch.

It's their faith.

He succeeded to the throne for less than a year, but in a very short time, he stabilized the turbulent situation and eliminated the rebellious enemies from inside to outside, step by step, decisive and cruel.

He is

Their king!

In the short silence, ushered in the most turbulent and fierce outbreak, and a new scuffle began again.

The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword are flying with blood and flesh.

The endless killing and bloody battlefield set off the setting sun in the sky. For a moment, it seemed that it was not the afterglow of the sunset that dyed half the sky red, but the red blood that paved the sky and dyed the picturesque rivers and mountains.

And all this,

Ranbai didn't care, or even look at it. Her expression was very calm from beginning to end. It was the ultimate calm of indifference, as if the thing she had just experienced was irrelevant, not sad or happy.

Deep in her eyes, all kinds of emotions surged silently, and finally returned to the cold of dead silence in an instant.

Her body was full of blood. She didn't care. She looked at the dead person for a long time.

Dyed Bai slightly sipped the dry and white lip flap and gently opened her lips, but she couldn't make a sound. Her thin lips became a straight line. After a long time, she reluctantly described it word by word, which was like a cold command: "Mo Liyan... Wake up."

After a long time without any response, dyed white suddenly reacted and said, "forget, you're dead."

Mo Liyan is dead.

Mo Liyan died.

Mo Liyan... How can he die?

How can I.

After being silent for a long time, she realized that her blood stained clothes and robes, but at that moment she had no mind to take care of them.

She hung her eyes and long eyelashes covered all the expressions in the bottom of her eyes. She just stared at the long sword that ran through the beating heart of a generation of emperors, and her name was engraved on the handle of the sword.

The blade is still bleeding. It's his.

Ranbai gently raised her hand, grabbed the sword and slowly exerted herself.

"Princess..." your childe, who was as white as snow, was stunned at the scene. He felt as if his whole body was frozen in ice. He was cold and even trembling. He could not control his broken eyes. After a long time of stillness, he ignored the killing around him. Whoever blocked his pace, he killed someone without blinking. His purpose was very clear. He approached dye white, He whispered a word, and his voice was hoarse before he knew it.

Dyed white didn't even lift her eyes, but spit out a hoarse, cold and straight word: "roll."

Xie Jinshu looked at the figure in the pool of blood with dark and complex eyes. The afterglow of the sunset outlined the outline of the girl like flowing blood. It was hazy, gloomy and dangerous: "I understand... But I must remind you that you must be calm at the moment."

Dyed white replied smoothly and crisp: "I'm very calm."

The young master in white is lined with the sunset behind him. He can't see his expression clearly. He can only see the outline of a side face. The dust is clean but fierce. At the moment, he just looks at dye white quietly.

Those Phoenix eyes reflected the girl's shadow.

Yes.

She's calm.

At least it looks really calm.

Can be so calm, but more chilling.

"Leave, don't make me do it."

Listening to this concise and comprehensive sentence, Xie Jinshu didn't want to argue with ranbai. After weighing, he retreated cautiously step by step until the moment he turned around.

He heard the "Yi -" sound, which made Xie Jinshu's back stiff.

Young master in white quickly looked back and bumped into such a picture.

The sun was setting and the bones were everywhere.

The girl in red was evil, cold and ruthless. She grabbed the sword that stabbed into Mo Liyan's heart and pulled it out without hesitation and softness in an instant!

The blood splashed everywhere, gurgling down the sword.

The blood color was reflected in the bottom of Xie Jinshu's eyes. For a time, his steps were too heavy to move, so he had to stand there.

"You take your life as a game and pay such a terrible price to let me kill you?" ran Bai holds the long sword and whispers in Mo Liyan's ear. Only that person can hear it, but now that person can't hear it.

Suddenly, she said in a heavy voice word by word: "Mo Liyan, you are wrong."

Every word is very clear, cold repetition: "you're wrong."

"You are wrong!"

"You are wrong!"

"I'll pay you back if I lose yours."

Behind her is the killing of millions of troops and a round of blood Yang, which is very much like the devil spreading his huge wings and covering people everywhere, but reduced to her background. Her red clothes are like blood and her ink hair is flying, which is a magnificent posture.

"Power, status, or the world, you don't want it, not now." her tone was flat and light, and she whispered to Mo Liyan: "think about it, the only thing I have is this life."

Ran Bai gently rubbed the long bloody sword that had just pierced the emperor's heart with her fingertips, and gently scratched along the blade. In her very calm and cold look, at the moment without warning -!

The sword in the girl's hand quickly rolled around and shook a bloody shadow. It was unable to capture the speed. She had been stabbed into the position of her heart with her own hands!

The blade pierces the skin surface and penetrates the flesh and blood.

Severe pain and fierce attack, as if it could tear people to pieces alive, and breathing began to become difficult and close to suffocation.

A sword.

Life pierces the heart.