"Why did you come in?" Tian Yu arrived shortly afterwards. Needless to say, he led the troops to guard this area.

"Come in and take a look." Zhao Yun smiled.

"Come with me." Tian Yu said with a smile, and Zhao Yun was on the same page, as if he knew Zhao Yun's mission. He could die in battle, and the Yulong Army could be wiped out, but the emperor of Daxia must not be buried here, no matter what.

, but also to rescue the emperor.

Zhao Yun followed step by step, looking at each step as he walked.

The mountain was bloody, with rocks, vegetation, and mountain walls... Everything he could see was covered in blood. It was bright red and glaring. There were corpses scattered everywhere, including those from the Black Dragon Dynasty and some from Daxia soldiers. How could one be so tragic?

Ah! As tough as he is, he can't help but be moved.

There is no such thing as quiet time, it’s just that someone is carrying the burden for you.

This sentence, used here, really sets the scene. Those who dare to go to the battlefield are all tough men. If they had not guarded the border, there would be no great rivers and mountains behind them.

"Meet the Holy Son."

Walking through the mountains and forests, too many people saluted.

Zhao Yun held his hands and fists all the way to show respect for the soldiers.

They are all respectable.

When he reached a rock, he suddenly stopped and saw an acquaintance: Yun Yan's grandfather Yun Cangxuan.

The ancestor of the Yun family is still alive.

However, he was alive in just a few days, and his hair was gray, and his whole body was filled with death. Even so, he still stood like a monument between heaven and earth, trying his best not to fall. He was waiting for the final battle, and he would not hesitate.

Hesitantly sacrifice everything.

People like Yun Cangxuan can be found everywhere in the mountains.

The elders should look away, they no longer care about life or death, they just want to do their last bit to protect their home and country before they die.

Following Tian Yu, Zhao Yun came to a mountain peak.

Dragon War is right there, his body stained with blood and his cloak fierce.

Next to him was Tian Yu's grandfather, Commander Yu Long, who was also very old.

"I've met senior."

"It is true that young people produce heroes."

Commander Yu Long patted Zhao Yun hard on the shoulder and smiled boldly.

Zhao Yun was hit so hard that he couldn't stand still. The old man's palm was as heavy as a mountain.

"You shouldn't have come!" Long Zhan took a deep breath.

"You're all here, I have to take senior away." Zhao Yun said with a smile.

"I won't leave."

"In this case, this junior will fight alongside you."

"you....."

"Eh...? Princess Yu Ling?"

Before Long Zhan could finish his words, he heard Zhao Yun chuckle.

This guy's acting skills are superb, and he even looked in one direction while talking.

Hearing this, Long Zhan turned around subconsciously.

It doesn't matter if I turn around this time, Mr. Zhao slapped me with a sap.
Chapter completed!