"Leave it to you here."

Xia Wudi looked at the flagpole of Zhenbei, and a figure fell from above. His expression changed drastically. After taking a look, Beiwu had already retreated to Mohe, and he still fled wildly.

He turned around and left without hesitation.

"Leave it to you."

He Xi also saw this scene, his face changed drastically, and he instantly followed Xia Wudi.

A group of two figures turned anxiously towards the South Tower.

In the South Tower, He An walked silently, looking at one corpse after another.

Xia Tianrong wanted to help, but He An's appearance made her stop her thoughts.

"Are you okay?"

Xia Wudi fell down, looking at the center of his sight, the white robe was supported by someone, and his heart was slightly relaxed, but when he thought of the sword, he hit Mohe, a deep sword mark fell.

He An shook his head and did not speak, but glanced at the south building, walking step by step, the sound of war dissipated.

Jinse was helping her, and Xia Tianrong followed her.

However, the corpses all over the ground were fighting for a night of blood, and one out of ten were not allowed. Even the surviving people were just supporting each other and looking at He An one by one.

Zhenbei was guarded, but everyone couldn't laugh.

After walking through the city tower, He An silently walked down the city tower and walked to the gate of Chengguan.

The mountain-like corpses prove what happened here.

A tragic bloody battle

At this time, many figures appeared outside the city gate, and He An looked up.

The visitor, looking at the tragic city gate, stopped moving forward one by one, and was obviously shocked by the Shura Field in front of him.

"Class leader..."

He Jindong even jumped in front of He An.

He An just nodded, his heart was really heavy, and he glanced around and his eyes fell on a 'shadow'.

He slowly approached, opened his eyes, and looked silently ahead, with madness and a trace of nostalgia remaining in his eyes.

A dozen meters away from the city gate, it was obvious that he was fighting for control of the city gate and rushed to the scene.

The sword, spear and halberd pass by, the spear supports the ground and stands.

He An looked at the nameplate holding a spear in one hand and the other holding the nameplate tightly. The nameplate was held tightly. He tried to take it, but he was a little weak, but he didn't take it down for a while.

"kill..."

A soft and silky sound was clearly heard at the scene where the sound of war dissipated.

"It's over, I'll take you home..." He An spoke gently, as if he heard He An's words, a line of blood and tears fell down the corner of his eyes, and his hands quietly let go.

With a clang, the spear landed on the ground.

A bloody nameplate was held in He An's hand.

The nameplate was stained with blood very clearly. He An gently held the corner of his clothes and wiped the blood on the nameplate.

Yan Zhou, a native of the southern suburbs of Xia capital, has a wife and children at home, and hopes that my son can become a master.

Above the city tower, the prisoner was silently staring at He An at the city gate.

"The white robe that has never been stained with blood..." Zhao Tong stared silently.

He An was wearing a white robe that had never been stained with blood. The first time he was stained with blood, it was not the blood of the enemy, but the blood of the nameplate, and the blood of his own people.

The others in the prison in the prison in the prison in the sky were silent, and all the soldiers in the north and south building in the town were silent.

Even the soul-dead person who came quickly seemed to feel something and was silent.

Huang Zhen and Mu Tian were also silent.

The white robe as white as jade and picturesque as the country was stained with blood, and the blood on a nameplate.

"Although you don't laugh at me when you are drunk on the battlefield, you have been fighting for a few people in ancient times, but you have made Zhenbei Zhongyi, and it is extremely ridiculous..." He An looked at Yan Zhou who was pierced by dozens of weapons in front of him. These were the new recruits he brought from Xiadu.

He An was very angry.

Zhenbei Zhongyi, one out of ten is not left.

It was all for the throne. He An didn't see Emperor Xia at all and only thought Emperor Xia was a hero, but he lost all his feelings this time.

The soldiers in Zhenbei were silent, Xia Wudi was silent, and everyone present knew what He An said.

"Pull out the weapons, come cleanly, leave cleanly, take the brothers home..." He An was so angry that he shouted in deep voice.

"Take your brothers home."

Everyone looked at it silently, shouted deeply, without caring about their injuries, turned around one by one and began to clean up the nameplate, very careful and careful.

He carefully wiped the nameplate, as if he was not covered with blood, and carefully pulled out the weapon.

Their brothers were going home, but the sword could not be used.

The entire Zhenbei Pass soldiers were silent one by one.

Zhenbei Zhongyi, one out of ten is not left.

After Huang Zhen came, he didn't say a word.

Looking silently at the mountain-like corpses of Zhenbei Pass, the red earth,

The bloody battle in Mobei was only for the throne.

Huang Zhen was also angry. He asked for the position that was not wrong, but that was not what he wanted.

Bury 200,000 soldiers and ignore the safety of a country.

Xia Mingzheng was also silent, looking at He An silently, sighing softly in his heart, Emperor Xia really did it, and Tianxia Pavilion was indeed too conservative.

He An glanced at him, sighed softly, looked at Huang Zhen, and with Jinse's help, he returned to Zhenbei Pass.

Xia Wudi and his group followed silently.

"I will go back to Du and ask Emperor Xia to be at ease." Xia Wudi followed He An with a decisive tone.

"I'll go find Tianxia Pavilion when I go back and dismiss it." Xia Mingzheng also said.

He An waved his hand.

"This is your Xia family's business, it has nothing to do with me. I just want to take the people I brought out home..." He An waved his hand and felt heavy.

When there are invincible puppets, he doesn't want to participate in the battle for the throne, let alone now.

He was really not interested in the so-called battle for the throne, and he was not as interested in the immortality.

The invincible puppet has been used, and his current strength can only deal with the first-class blood melting level. This is still under Chen Zheng's situation, so he knew he had to be careful.

"I'm late." Huang Zhen was silent for a long time.

"It's good if you can come." He An glanced at Huang Zhen and shook his head.

When I walked to the North Tower and watched silently, the battle here was obviously more tragic than the South Tower.

Standing on the north building and looking at the sword marks outside the pass, He An looked silently, in a daze.

There was a sword intent left on it. Although it seemed very strong, He An felt that these sword intents were dispersing.

It’s hard to pay attention to the great success?

He An stood here silently, watching a sword mark pointing directly at Mohe.

Xia Wudi looked at the sword mark in silence, as if it was a sign of a sentence, Zhen Mohe Wuya.

And on the south of Zhenbei Pass, above the mountain, the elderly, weak, women and children on the hill were watching silently.

"Zhenbei Zhongyi, there is still a home to go back, so where can we go back?" The old man Zhuguai sighed. He didn't hate the fact that he saw him, but he gritted his teeth for the reckless actions of Emperor Xia.

"Grandpa, I want to go to Xiadu and see the Zhenbei Zhong Monument."

The eight-year-old child suddenly spoke, and the old man was stunned for a moment and nodded gently.

"Okay, let's go to Xiadu with us."

The old man Zhuguai glanced at Zhenbei Pass. At this time, Zhenbei Pass had already turned into blood.

The bloody battle in the northern part of the world was in the middle of the pass.

Zhenbei Zhongyi, one out of ten is not left.

In the battle of Mobei, the Western tribe retreated directly to Qiongxi, and the Northern Wu retreated to Mohe, looking from afar.

The white robe and the golden sword made them afraid.

At that level, they dare not overcome it in their lives.

He An's name is like a bird, scattered and opened.

In the hearts of the Western tribe, they dare not forget it, nor can they forget it.
To be continued...