"Yue Canglang, you can't defend this Soul-Breaking Valley! If I give up resisting now, I might be able to accept you as a dog around me!"

Seeing the army arrive, Ying Hong laughed proudly and then retreated to his own camp.

"Hmph! If you want to leave the valley, you will not step on my body!" Yue Canglang shouted coldly, and the black iron stick in his hand fell gently, and a large bluestone below was directly crushed into powder.

"You only have 30,000 people, but you want to stop my 100,000 army? It's a joke!" Ying Hong sneered.

Yue Canglang went deep into the mountains, with murderous intent spreading in his wide eyes.

"Then let's die together! I've made a profit anyway!"

Then, Yue Canglang looked at the soldiers behind him and shouted, "My sons, even if we are buried today, the Soul-Breaking Valley will never let the dynasty's puppies step out of the valley and tell me if they can do it?"

"Fight to death and never retreat, kill..."

"Kill kill..."

Tens of thousands of elite soldiers shouted in unison, and the sounds mixed with the thunder and lightning echoed in the valley.

"Chain the valley entrance!" Yue Canglang shouted violently.

Soon, a shocking explosion came from the entrance of the valley behind, and the entire valley was shaking violently.

Just now, Yue Canglang directly ordered people to blow up the mountains on both sides of the canyon exit, filling a long section of the canyon, destroying the way out, and also breaking off his own way out.

Obviously, he knew that 30,000 people had little chance of winning against a 100,000 army, so he burned his boat and fought with his back.

This night is destined to make countless people unable to fall asleep.

The war reports in southern Xinjiang have not been reported yet, which makes the whole country nervous.

A cloud covers the whole country. This was a season of stars, but now it is black. That kind of blackness makes people depressed and scary.

Outside the Longdu City, many people gathered by the moat. They all held lanterns in their hands and slowly put them into the river, then folded their hands together and prayed silently.

Everyone was in a very heavy mood. Although they didn't say anything, they all understood that they were praying for the group of passionate children fighting on the brink of life and death in southern Xinjiang.

Lanterns float on the moat, and the faint candlelight floats slightly in the wind, light and dark until they are slowly taken away by the water.

People looked up at the dark night sky and were in a heavy mood.

But they firmly believe that darkness will eventually be dispersed and light will fall on earth again.

And the person who opened the night was called Chu Jingzhe.

Although they knew how difficult this battle was and how terrifying the Imperial Cavalry was, he still firmly believed that Chu Shuai would use a good news to tear open the darkness of the night.

Because, he is the number one war god in the world, Chu Shura!

Because, he has never lost!

This time, the same goes!

In Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings in the middle of the night to urge you to fall asleep!

Tonight, the bells of Hanshan Temple rang as usual.

However, in the past, there were three sounds; but this time it didn't stop for a long time.

Half a year ago, Chu Shuai Yu Longdu faced the powerful dynasty and was almost dead. That time, the bell of Hanshan Temple rang.

This time, the Chu Shuai led the Nanye Army to fight against the Imperial Cavalry, and the bell rang again.

Next to the huge ancient bell, Monk Leyin looked solemn, and while hitting the ancient bell, he murmured to himself.

"You are his son, and you have supreme blood flowing in your body, and you will not be defeated!"

At Nanjing University, all teachers and students did not return all night, standing on the playground, staring at the direction of southern Xinjiang.

In fact, it is not just Nanjing University, but I don’t know how many people in the whole country are full of heavy moods, looking at the direction of southern Xinjiang, and praying silently in their hearts.

"Ship Chu, you must win!"

Countless worries can only be turned into this sentence at this moment.

This battle is related to the fate of Jiuzhou, and even more to the fate of generations of descendants.

Chu Jingzhe is the last hope for all the people in the world. Once he is defeated, no one in the world can stop the footsteps of the Imperial Cavalry.

The cabinet, the three giants were not sleeping all night, standing in the courtyard, looking at the direction of southern Xinjiang.

"I don't know what's going on now!" Mu Hongwen asked in a deep voice.

No one answered, because, except for the millions of men who were fighting bloody battles in southern Xinjiang, no one knew the result.

Li Fanchen held the teacup that had been used for many years in his hand. Although he had been drinking water, he still felt dry mouth.

Jin Yuanqiao smoked one cigarette in his hand, but it couldn't relieve his anxiety.

The whole dragon was silent, but they could think that at this moment, there must be a scene of killing sounds shook the sky and corpses everywhere.

The whole country was silent, as if the world had become pure.

Whether it is the office workers who should have had a long time off on weekdays or the young people who are enjoying a good life in the past, they all stand on the streets and stare at the direction of southern Xinjiang.

Even on the road where traffic was congested in the past, there were no cars, only figures standing there.

Many years later, countless people still feel nervous when they recall this period of time.

When talking about the tragic battle, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

The fifty-second year of the Apocalypse, August 13th.

Chu Jingzhe led a million Nanye Erlang to fight against the Imperial Cavalry.

That battle almost sank the mountain range in southern Xinjiang. In the end, only three or four out of ten were left for one million soldiers in the South.

It was also that battle that Chu Jingzhe fought bloody battle outside the pass, tearing the night sky that enveloped the sky, making people shine free sunshine.

In southern Xinjiang, thunder rolled and heavy rain poured.

It seemed as if God was crying for this tragic battle.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

The sound of war drums makes people excited, as if the sound of the drums can give you endless strength and courage.

In the sky, Chu Jingzhe fought fiercely with his own strength in the dynasty. Although the scene was not as fierce as the fierce battle between more than two million soldiers below, it was also earth-shaking. The void was already shattered.

Until now, Chu Jingzhe killed more than 20 powerful dynasties, and saw that he was covered in blood, just like a real Shura.

Ying Shang had blood on his lips, and his face was extremely gloomy. He was a dignified master, united with dozens of dynasty guests to siege Chu Jingzhe, but he could not fight for a long time.

On the contrary, our own camp paid a huge price, losing more than 20 masters.

Although Chu Jingzhe was also injured, his injuries were not serious.

At this time, he had a new understanding of the man's strength, and at the same time, he became more determined in his heart.

He must be a fish that escaped the net in the bloodline of the Chu clan, and the supreme bloodline flowed in his body.

The situation that has developed to the present situation has long exceeded his expectations.

He must get rid of Chu Jingzhe as soon as possible, otherwise, he may really capsize in the gutter this time.

"Break it for me!" Ying Shang shouted angrily, and endless golden true energy emerged from his body.

"boom……"
Chapter completed!