The night rain and wind are like lightning strikes, and the body is shaking violently. The heroic spirit is gradually fading like a dead tree in spring, thriving into the sky, and the clouds are towering in the sky in an instant.

My face is like a flat lake, and my chest has a tiger.

Those pairs of eyes that seemed to be a pearl that had cleared the dust, and their shining eyes were fixedly looking back at the evening snow of the mountains.

"If you want to fight, I will fight."

Who dares to say that these six short words are the domineering declarations that once were exclusive to Genghis Khan, and who dares to say that warriors and swords cannot be transformed into tenderness?

At least for Qianshan Muxue, this was the warmest love words she had ever heard.

He never said those refreshing love words, and his confession was always straightforward. For her, this was the most touching thing, so that she was willing to devote her life to it.

She quietly told herself in her heart that it was his "true self" to hide soldiers for four years, and the tiger was coming out to swallow the world. Before the world was old, how could his passion and domineering aura that made millions of people look up to worship first?

Because of her words, he felt wind and thunder in his heart. It was not because he was inferior to his brothers and beauty. It was hard to say which of the two was more important. When it comes to talking about the fact that he fell into the river with his own mother and wife, who would save him first?

But she knew that when millions of former subordinates of Tianfeng League gathered together to cheer and waited for his return from the king, he had thought of raising the Tianfeng flag and competing for the world, but he was always panicked for another four years.

Although four years have not been enough to change the world, it is enough to make her, who once rode side by side with him, a myth that has become a natural barrier between him and the brothers of the Tianfeng Alliance. Only when she destroys it herself can he kill the "intellectual demon".

Therefore, she "seeks for battle" because she doesn't want to be a real beauty and a white-haired hero, and looks back on the past and still has regrets about Tianfeng Alliance.

She knew that she was the snow of the mountains and snow. During these days when she was regaining her memory, she always remembered for no reason in her heart, “It seems that the stars are not last night, but who is the wind and dew standing in the middle of the night.”

For four years, I don’t know the life and death of the loved ones, and I don’t know where the loved ones are, and I can’t see them even if I find them hard. How great is this kind of suffering?

He often said that the Buddha said that all living beings have been in the thirty years, and all Buddhas have been in the thirty years, and the dragons and elephants have been in the thirty years. Only when the clouds are opened can the moon be bright, so all suffering cannot be considered suffering, and suffering can be considered blessings.

This is appropriate and heartwarming, but it also makes her feel even more distressed.

She wanted to tell him to let go and do whatever he wanted. How could a man who was worthy of being a man who was worthy of being a good man to give up his brothers for the beauty?

Fight, my man.

From now on, I will not stay away.

...

Soothing the rippling mood, the snow in the mountains suddenly turned around, looking down at the desert at the foot of the mountain, sweeping across the towering city at the end of the sight, like a queen who surrendered to the world.

She and his world.

"The first battle is to defeat the enemy and break the formation, to scatter the Vajra City, and strengthen my great sky wind."

"Plant the Vajra City and strengthen my great wind."

The Twelve Cavalry of Tianfeng and Chun Busy, Feng Buming and others responded loudly. They looked at the Tianfeng Battle Flag with black blood-like words in the hands of Ye Yu Liufeng, tears filled their eyes, freely**.

"Plant the Vajra City and strengthen my great wind."

"Plant the Vajra City and strengthen my great wind."

...

The top of the mountain, the foot of the mountain, from near to far, shouting and roaring one after another, spreading to the battlefield of the desert for hundreds of miles. All the brothers of the Tianfeng Alliance were shouting, tears and blood were flying in pieces.

The God of War is not old, and the wind is not dead.

Perhaps the rain and wind were not clear all night, and he was willing to really raise the Tianfeng Battle Flag again. The weight of the Tianfeng Alliance brothers who were glorious for him was far heavier than the avalanche that caused him and burying five million enemy troops.

It seemed as if the horn of charge was blowing in my heart, and the war drums were beating in everyone's ears, and a ball of fire was burning in my chest. In four years, there was no moment like this moment of fighting spirit, surging like waves.

"Tianfeng Alliance, glory."

It makes the earth shake the mountains cry like a thousand waves, endless.

The blood is boiling, the scalp is exploding.

Indian players who hope to use human sea tactics to gradually erode the forces of Tianfeng Alliance were suddenly frightened. The enemy they faced turned into wild beasts and bloodthirsty wolf in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, they saw a huge beast with flames burning all over the mountain rising from the top of the mountain, flying towards the Vajra City with the wind and fire; they saw the twelve cavalry of Tianfeng who had already been ready to go on the mountainside rolling down like an erupting mountain torrent; they saw a sudden lifting of the sky wind battle flags, covering the sky and the sun...

Then, the blood mist blurred his vision and the sword light shone brightly on his eyes.

No matter how many or dense the flocks are, how can they compete with the wolves? What's more, they are facing a tiger that is more terrifying than the wolf. They suddenly wake up and look at the world.

Not long after, due to the disastrous defeat of Fengxue Silver City, the elite masters were stretched to the army of King Kong City. The first line of defense was quickly torn apart, and the only tens of thousands of elites were almost completely injured and killed. Then, the Tianfeng Alliance began to retrace and shrink the front line. Later, the cavalry troops who came from above suddenly stepped forward. The infantry relied on the barren mountain to hold onto the two wings. The entire military formation gradually advanced to King Kong City in a month and a half.

At this time, the defenders of the Vajra City were exactly the same as many Japanese, Korean, and Indonesian players. I wonder how many Indian players had resentment towards their leader's lawlessness. If it weren't for the fact that this number one god, who has always been the wise and bravest in India, ruined 80% of their national elites in Fengxue Silver City, the huge Vajra City would be forced into a desperate situation by just one million enemy troops.

Regardless of personal operation skills, this can't play any role in a large-scale battle of hundreds of thousands or millions of people. However, the level and equipment advantages of cheating have caused an impossible gap in strength between the two sides. The most direct consequence of this gap in strength is that after all the elites on the front line are killed, the situation of the two armies' offensive and defensive stalemate is completely broken, and then it turns into one-sided slaughter and torture.

They could only watch in vain as the Chinese army, which was less than a quarter of their number, was like a huge and boundless ancient beast that was devouring their players in pieces, rushing towards King Kong City step by step in an orderly manner.

The murderous aura that soars into the sky, the fighting spirit of aura, the roar of tsunami, and the majestic momentum of a giant mountain to crush the city... All of this is like Lingchi, bit by bit, eroding the will of Indian players to resist.

Many times, fighting to the death may lead to a desperate situation, but the premise is that the gap between the strength and spirit of both sides is not so big that it is insurmountable. It is a group of third-rate warriors to fight against first-class elites, or a group of world's number one army that has been honored in the past and is not afraid of fighting to the death. It is even more difficult to achieve a counterattack miracle than climbing to the sky.

If everyone could give up the outer periphery of Vajra City and expand the battlefield by one or two hundred miles deep, with the powerful advantage of the number of people, it might be able to kill the Tianfeng Alliance. After all, compared with the myth, the Eternal National War has the setting of hunger degree in the national war. If a master is fierce, if he cannot eat in the middle, he will not be able to go from white to black. Once the hunger degree drops to the critical point, his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

Unfortunately, war is war, and war never exists if, even if it is a war in the virtual world.

War is like a game between experts. If you take action and take action, you will lose everything.

At this time, the night rain and wind had driven the Fire Kirin to fly to a long-range sniper position not far from the outer wall of the Vajra City, where there were hundreds of trenchers.

He is here.

All the operators of the catapults were disgraced, and their panic eyes looked at the man standing in the air on the fire unicorn.

Once, he was the undefeated god of war; once, he was a barrier in China; once, he made a miracle city in China; once, his sky wind battle flag almost penetrated all over Asia; once, he was the nightmare of the entire virtual world...

He came, like the legendary stepping on the fire unicorn and walking against the wind.

The night rain and wind are flowing, a man like a god.
Chapter completed!