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Xiliang against Uighur Uighurs, there has never been a scale of tens of thousands of people to win more than a few.

And now, the Western Cold Warriors of the Sun Moon City had defeated the army of the Hui Ying which was several times stronger than him!

This would be a great victory that would be recorded in the annals of history. Every warrior who was involved in this would be greatly honored.

In the military, the military has advanced to the rank of general. The aristocratic families have received special training from their families, and the cultivators of the martial arts world have received generous rewards … All of these things were as good as one could imagine.

However, he didn't know when, but he could hear sobs amidst the ecstatic roars.

After that came sobs, followed by low sobs, which eventually turned into even more frenzied wailing.

For the rest of his life in the blood and fire, the howling of the sea of corpses was the most moving existence this morning in the Sun Moon City.

Song Qianshu's eyes rolled white when he was dug out of the pile of corpses by Song Xuejun. He had to hold his breath for a long time before he finally managed to regain his senses.

"We... You win? " Song Qianshu's first sentence was three parts incredulity as he asked Song Xuejun, full of anticipation.

Song Xuejun nodded heavily and said solemnly: "Victory! Victory! "

Song Qianshu threw his head back and laughed.

He was exhilarated and relieved of his hatred.

After laughing for a short while, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his face was covered in blood. Song Xuejun hurriedly stopped him from laughing and fed him a pill.

Facing the north gate of the city, Bai Xiu-li's lance fell to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he continuously giggled. His entire body was trembling.

His appearance was very miserable. While he was shaking with laughter, a few bloody holes on his body were still constantly leaking blood. But he was so pleased with himself that he could not stop laughing.

Even a three year old child, who had defeated an adult brute, shouldn't be laughing like that.

Bai Xiu Li, who had always been cautious, had never shown off.

It was the same now.

If he hadn't been holding it in, he would have laughed maniacally instead of chuckling in a low voice.

If that happened, all the wounds all over his body would have been torn apart and he would never be able to get back up again, lying in a pool of blood.

"Yelu Protection Machine, you old scoundrel, encountering this little monster Cheng Qing, your luck is really good!" A monster will have its own demon-level character, the ancients truly do not bully me. "

After Bai Xiuli had said these words, he used great willpower to stop his laughter and had his personal guards come over to wrap his wounds.

Compared to Song Qianshu and Bai Xiuli's unruly laughter, Cheng Qing seemed much calmer and calmer.

Even if warriors from all over the place rushed here and "gazed upon" the head of Yale, they would happily bow to him and sincerely praise Sect Master Chen's might, the young hero of Sect Master Chen, the domineering aura of Sect Master Chen, and so on.

There were so many people that Cheng Qing's arms were going numb from the salutation. He had no choice but to let Li Muzhao carry the corpse of the Yezhou Bodyguard through the city.

He decided to find a quiet place to rest. After all, the night of battle had exhausted both his body and spirit.

However, before he could find a place to lie down, two particularly familiar faces appeared in front of him.

Of these two faces, one had delicate features and was filled with elegance. The other had fiery red lips as cold as ice, both of which were extremely pleasing to the eye.

However, no matter how beautiful her face was, when she looked at him, he looked like a monster. She would not feel at ease or happy at all.

Fortunately, Cheng Qing had just been baptized by the eyes of countless warriors, and now he was barely able to keep his heart calm, thus he didn't run away.

He clasped his hands together in a serious manner and bowed. His smile contained a natural warmth. "Senior Song, senior Nangong, how have you been?"2

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