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Nan Gong Yi was startled, then his face turned serious.

After thinking for a while with his eyes closed, he slowly opened his mouth, "Three years ago, Master told us to go find him and bring him back to the sect for cultivation. He said that he was the only one who could save the sect in the future. But he didn't agree to come back with us. He just handed Sister Lin over to us.

"To be able to use my master's unparalleled secret arts to deduce that the person who would help the White Deer Cave survive the great tribulation in the future is naturally no ordinary character."

Song Jiao said in a low voice, "After entering Mount Qilian, we have also heard about the affairs of the An Tian Sect, including the battle at Blackrock Ridge and the battle at the west of Sun Moon City's Three Urns City."

Nangong Yi said, "When I first heard of these things, I always heard of Song Zheng's name. I always thought that An Tian Sect was just basked in his glory … The notice posted by the Ministry of War is also the highlight of our performance, Song Zhuo. "

Song Jiao said, "I think so too."

Minamiya said, "But what if it's not? If... "And the opposite is true?"

Song Jiao said, "Then it's not impossible for him to kill Yeru Protection!"

Nan Gong Yi took a deep breath and said: "This guy is definitely not simple, let's go ask him and we will know! Master said that the person who can help the sect should be the number one person in Xiliang City. Only such a person would be able to do it! "

Without hesitation, the two of them jumped down from the city walls and brought the last four hundred White Deer Cave disciples into the chaotic battlefield.

Now that he had joined the battlefield, it would no longer be of much use, because victory and defeat had already been decided.

They just couldn't wait to see Cheng Qing.

He didn't want to wait any longer.

"… …"

When the first rays of the morning sun shined over the dilapidated Sun Moon City, the battle within the city had already largely ended.

Nine out of two hundred thousand Uighurs who entered the Sun Moon City died in battle. Less than twenty percent escaped into the sky, rushed out of the north gate in chaos, and fled into the wilderness, fleeing into the heart of the Uighurs.

No one chased them.

No one cared about them.

Under the orange sunlight, the cultivators of the Sun Moon City no longer had any battles in their hands, and they no longer had any enemies standing in front of them.

These warriors, who were all bathed in blood and wearing tattered armors, raised their bloody faces one after another in the middle of the bloody ruins. Seeing the rising sun above the east city, their exhausted faces were somewhat at a loss.

The morning sun today was no different from yesterday.

The Sun Moon City in front of him was already in a state of devastation.

The surviving Western Lion Soldiers looked around, and the blank expression on their faces gradually faded.

All that was left of the majestic tower was its skeleton, but it still stood tall and straight like a dragon.

From the City Lord's Mansion to the west, in half of the Sun Moon City, there was not a single complete house, nor was there a complete courtyard wall. The collapsed piles of stone and wood were dyed red with blood, and the unrecognizable streets were piled with corpses. Under everyone's feet was scorched earth, and the sticky blood was everywhere.

The morning breeze blew past their faces, causing their bloody and sticky hair to be slightly lifted.

The corpses of the soldiers of the two armies were the carpet covering Sun Moon City. In the end, the warriors who stood on the battlefield possessed the victories that their enemies desired and their companions strove for.

"We, won …"

"Sun Moon City... It was guarded? "

"We, we defeated an army of over two hundred thousand Uighurs?!"

"We've won, a great victory!"1

"Xi Liang won!"

At first, it was just a few scattered shouts, but soon, origin energy waves began to spread out. In the blink of an eye, Sun Moon City was like a pot of boiling water as it erupted into cheers.

Every sound was extremely hoarse.

Every word was filled with joy.

Every word of his was like seeing a new life.

Every word of his made people's blood boil.

This was a glorious moment that belonged to every Western Lion Warrior.

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