Ying Hong immediately spit out a large mouthful of blood. Then, he felt the true energy in his body flowing away quickly like a pool with a gate open.

He was full of pain and despair because he knew that his cultivation had been abolished.

The cultivation of a body will instantly turn into nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his body lightening, and his whole body rose from the ground uncontrollably and flew to the sky.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

Immediately afterwards, sword energy appeared out of thin air, emitting a cold and harsh murderous intent, surrounding his body.

Suddenly, Ying Hong felt a sharp pain coming from his left hand. He looked closely and saw that his thumb was actually cut off by a sword energy.

"ah……"

Looking at the bloody wound, Ying Hong screamed.

But no matter how hard he struggled, he could only stay in the air above the canyon.

"Shit..."

Several sword energy flashed through his body, and more than a dozen wounds were immediately left everywhere in Ying Hong's body, and blood was flowing continuously.

For this person, Chu Jingzhe would not let him die easily, but would let him suffer the pain of being cut into pieces.

These injuries were not fatal, but they could clearly make him feel pain.

Ying Shang could only watch the sword energy passing by his body, pieces of minced flesh and broken limbs fell from the void, truly experiencing the fear of the god of death step by step towards him.

But even so, it is difficult to offset one ten thousandth of Chu Jingzhe’s hatred in his heart.

He slowly withdrew his gaze and ignored Ying Shang, who was suffering from Lingchi's pain in the void. Instead, he picked up Yue Canglang's body and turned toward the exit of the canyon.

At this time, in the direction of the entrance to the Broken Soul Valley, Yuan Zhenshan led the Xiye army to fight, blocking the remaining soldiers of the dynasty in the canyon. The remaining soldiers of these dynasty had already been scared and had no combat power.

With Yuan Zhenshan's order, more than 20,000 people were killed in the Soul-Breaking Valley.

At the exit of the canyon, the stones that were blown down were also cleared by Qiu Yi's northern army.

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Yi and 200,000 soldiers from the north saw a scene that they would never forget for their lives.

Chu Jingzhe held Yue Canglang's burly body and walked towards the entrance of the canyon step by step.

Chu Jingzhe's eyes were blood-red, with endless sadness. The Canglong's handsome robe had already been stained with blood.

I don’t know if it was the bloodstains left by the previous battle or the body of Yue Canglang.

Seeing the dense and crisscrossing wounds on Yue Canglang's body, everyone's eyes looked complicated, with respect, anger, but more sad.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

With the neat sound of armor rubbing, Qiu Yi and 200,000 soldiers from the north knelt on one knee, and their movements were unified.

The governor of the Northern Territory Qiu Yi and his 200,000 Erlangs used this method to express their supreme respect for Yue Canglang and the 30,000 elite troops in the Blood-Breaking Soul Valley.

Chu Jingzhe walked hard and slowly walked over. Finally, he stopped at the entrance of the canyon and placed Yue Canglang's body next to him.

"Canglang, in order to protect the Soul-Breaking Valley, you will be willing to pay your life at the cost of your life. Today, my brother will bury you here!"

His voice is very small, and every word makes people feel endless sadness.

Yue Canglang's parents died in the war many years ago. It was precisely in order to avenge their parents that he resolutely chose to join the army.

Suddenly, two lines of blood and tears rolled down in Chu Jingzhe's eyes, shocking.

Then, he pinched the sword seal with his hand and slashed out. Most of the cliff above the canyon was cut off with one sword.

The endless gravel was shattered by the sword energy, and fell into powder, burying Yue Canglang and the corpses of 30,000 elite Nanye soldiers.

They protected this canyon with their lives and ensured that the rear camp in the Nanye camp was worry-free.

For them, this place is more important than life.

Then, I will bury them here and let their heroic spirits continue to protect the Soul-Breaking Valley.

The cliff above was cut off half by Chu Jingzhe with a sword, and it was as smooth as a mirror.

A sword energy condensed from his fingers, and waved his hand to stab the cliff. As his fingers danced, deep traces were left on the cliff wall by the sword energy.

Finally, as Chu Jingzhe's last stroke fell, eight big words appeared on the cliff.

The mountains and rivers are so sad, and their reputation will last forever!

Once upon a time, there was also a hero tomb on the Futu Mountain behind Yumen Pass in the northern border, where there were 10,000 heroic spirits of the divine generals of Tiance.

Chu Jingzhe also left eight words where he left,——Unriving loyalty and courage, and his reputation will last forever!

Now, he personally buried Yue Canglang and the 30,000 Nanye soldiers who died heroically when defending the Broken Soul Valley.

If you can bury their corpses, where should those 30,000 loyal souls go?

Everyone looked up at the eight words, and their inner feelings were hard to express.

For the world, it is the supreme glory to allow the commander to erect a monument with his own hands.

However, for soldiers, especially those who witnessed the tragic scenes of mountains and rivers shattering the sky with blood, this is the picture they least want to see.

Not far away, Ying Hong's body had already been beyond recognition, and only white bones were left in many parts of his limbs and many parts of his body.

After being cut into pieces, he truly felt what life is worse than death.

He could no longer remember how many times he had been killed, and how many times he fainted, but he had just fainted and was awakened by the heart-wrenching pain.

At this moment, for him, death has become the biggest luxury, but unfortunately, Chu Jingzhe has already made up his mind not to let him die.

"Give me a good time!"

Ying Hong, who was no longer a human, used all his strength to squeeze out a few words from his teeth.

However, Chu Jingzhe ignored it and saw him lifting his eyes with two blood marks and staring at the eight words on the smooth cliff, his heart ached as if he was stormed.

In his mind, there was a scene where Yue Canglang came to southern Xinjiang alone and asked to join the army.

Chu Jingzhe gave him three years to let people all over the world remember his name.

Because of this sentence, Yue Canglang almost fought for his life in a big battle. In less than three years, the Four-State Army was extremely famous for its name against the chariot Yue Canglang.

On the battlefield, he was a terrifying southern Xinjiang chariot, but in private, he was just a silly and cute big boy.

In fact, Yue Canglang is less than 30 years old this year, but he is already a veteran who has been honed on the battlefield for a full ten years.

Such a situation is not uncommon for both the southern border and the other three fronts.

Many people, including Chu Jingzhe, joined the army as young people, leaving their youth and passion on the border battlefield.

Many peers are enjoying their youth, or feeling the affection of their children, and some are even under the protection of their parents.

But the other group of people, who are at this age, put on armor, picked up weapons, and stepped onto the border.

What they see is no longer the prosperity of the world, the lights and wine.

In their eyes, there are only beijing fire, wolf smoke and red blood battlefields.

Who else in the world deserves more respect than these people?

More qualified to enjoy the world's praises and admiration?
Chapter completed!