Pirate's Infinite Wings

But in this kind of world, the survival of the elites of 10,000 people on the battlefield is actually relatively weak, and they cannot turn danger into peace every moment.

When I entered the Romance of the Nine Kingdoms, there were nearly four to five hundred people in the emperor’s court, but now I can count them with the eyes of my companions.

Not only the older generation, young and handsome, such as the dark night brothers, Xiao Wei, Mu Tong and other major ethnic elites in the early days of the imperial court, they also fell a lot.

The method of practice is not just bones.Looking back, this road is full of blood.

Huang Xi, Huang Xuanyan, Yan Chi and others are standing on the Kunpan at this moment, also reticent and distraught.Their other companions in the nine kingdoms are already difficult to contact between heaven and earth, mostly fierce, outside of the nine realms.Huang Ying and Fire Soul each have tens of millions.

Thinking of the tragic ending of these people today, it is difficult for everyone to calm down.Once they closed their eyes, their blood surged, engulfing familiar faces, parents and relatives, brothers and sisters, many of them, along the way.There was more than a wailing, but nothing changed.

In short, there is only the shadow of a fairy, always so far away from the light of dust, showing off the fairy, it seems that there will never be a little fluctuation.

People stood beside her, as if the pain had dissipated a lot, and returned to the dead, only full of anger in the burning.

In the age of the emperor, the invaders, once everyone thought this was a golden age, but now it seems more like the end of life.

Those who walked at the end of strangers, did not give up, were willing to be full of blood, die on the road, or a new world.

"Master is sad, Fang Lang and others must follow you to break through the shackles, stand up again in another world, come back in the future, life will not die, and the intention of war will never die!"

Huang Ying's fairy Huang Xi whispered.

"Life will never die, and war will never die!"

Others are also roaring, it is not a desperate cry, but a catharsis of hatred, they will move forward without regrets!

"At any time, Fang Lang is the last to fall!" Fang Lang raised his head and said, from this moment on, he buried his hatred deeply in his heart.

Because there is hope, we cannot despair, because there is a huge discord, hundreds of millions of people, so we must start from scratch!

When Kunping Zhengzheng landed on a mountain at the end of the Seventh Territory, several major clan masters were relieved.This road is difficult to walk.Without gods, they cannot continue.

Phoenix Moon stood there gritted his teeth, covered his own air from the rain of dreams, knew all the truth, and now really wanted to do something, his son's odor was suppressed and hung up.

But seeing that the body of God had not yet come back, and all her eyebrows were full of sadness, she bit her silver teeth and decided to pick up the boy again.

Immediately, everyone looked up and looked at the distant mountains. The space there was a mist, with mountains and rivers, like a valley, that was the eighth field that had not been opened yet.

Now that the Nine Realms have not been fully opened, the order is incomplete, and it is difficult to withstand the compression of the face, but it must pass through.After encountering difficulties and obstacles, everyone finally gathered at the end of the seventh land, standing on the mountain, looking at the eighth field on the corner.

In the distance, the mountains are uncertain, like a hazy world, because the Taoist order has not been established, only the tip of the iceberg radiates from the scene...