The wind and snow are surging.

The sky gate is like opening in the distance.

Between the dragons and tigers, wind and clouds gathered around all directions, forming a cloud vortex that swept the entire northern border, lying across all fields.

Wei Yanling frowned in confusion: "Ai Ling, is this?"

Pang Jing's personal disciples were naturally familiar with the breath of the blood tiger.

But Wei Yanling didn't know.

Ai Ling knew that the teacher was fighting someone, but she shook her head and then squeezed out and said with a smile: "Master's wife, strange scenes are not uncommon, maybe which strong man is breaking through."

She lied.

Because she had an unknown premonition in her heart.

The master's wife is about to give birth, so she cannot make her mother feel any emotional fluctuations.

So, this is another lie of kindness.

Wei Yanling blinked, but didn't want to think about it anymore.

It’s not just a joke to be stupid for three years after pregnancy.

And the child is about to give birth, and her mind is all about the two children in her belly.

Gently stroked the raised abdomen, and smiled and said, "The two little naughty, now they are starting to kick their mother's stomach, wait for you to come out and hum!

Unfortunately, your father left at this time, and I don’t know where he went.

I say busy every day, but it’s okay to be busy every day, but he is not there at the important moment when you are about to be born. He is such an unreliable man. Don’t imitate your father in the future.”

Ailing raised his head.

She naturally heard the teacher's mutter.

The blood tiger in the distance roared, causing clouds to move from all directions, and the sword energy was surging, so violent that it could make thousands of knights in the north kneel down one after another.

This is the tiger in the knife, and the burning ambition of fighting is enough to touch.

Tiger roars.

Dragon Roar.

More excited.

It seems that the battle has reached a white-hot level.

suddenly

The distant world produced a strange picture.

Between the heaven and earth, there were thunders, like purple thunder dragons swarming in.

Falling wildly, entangled with the black dragon and blood tiger.

The dragon and tiger phantoms are also unwilling to be outdone and burn.

Ailing's eyes were moist for some reason.

The muttering of the master's wife came from his ears.

She wanted to say, "Master's wife, the teacher is silently protecting you and this country now. How can he be considered unreliable?"

But she can't say it.

The duel in the distance is silent and no one can approach it, so they can only judge from a distance by some signs.

Ailing seemed to see the man with a bronze pillar on his back, holding a serrated magic knife in his hand, fighting in the thunder dragon, never giving up, being forced to the critical point again and again, walking on the verge of death, but still with a stubborn and unyielding look, burning the fighting spirit of life and desire for victory.

only

Ailing closed his eyes, clasped his fingers tightly, and blessed him devoutly in his heart.

Teacher, you must win.

Must win.

Your child is still waiting for you to come back.

The misunderstanding of the master’s wife is still waiting for you to explain.

You must win.

Wei Yanling was a little tired, touched his bulging abdomen and walked back slowly. At this time, the night soup was ready and would be sent to make a midnight snack in time.

The severe pain just now was like a childbirth training, and it was two little guys who reminded the mother that she "is about to be born."

Ailing holds an umbrella and accompanys him.

Have taken a few steps

Suddenly, the Pang Jing's personal disciple felt something and suddenly turned around.

far away

The shadow of the dragon and tiger gradually faded.

The purple lightning is still endless, one after another, as if the gods are punishing the world who dare to disobey.

Erin was stunned.

The eyes are wide open.

She seemed to have a premonition.

An inexplicable sadness surged into her heart, spreading her entire chest, and she wanted to burst out, making her unable to help but shout "Teacher!!!"

But the teacher's wife is on one side.

"Ailing, what's wrong?"

The girl closed her eyes tightly, endured the pain in her heart, let out a long sigh, and smiled and said, "Master's wife, it's nothing, let's go back to the house quickly, it's cold."

In the early winter of the Wei Li calendar, the river was buried in the river.

Crown Prince Wei Zhang, Sheng Sect leader Pang Jing and Dagan Emperor Wei Longchen fight in Changmianjiang

The historian trembled in the swaying lights and wrote the last two words: Defeat.

After the end

The old man was so exhausted.

The North is finished.

Now the great emperor in the distance is almost like a god, an invincible god of war, overlooking all directions, invincible battle and invincible attack.

Where is our emperor?

Where is our emperor Xia Ji?

he

Why didn't he show up yet?

Can

Even if he appears, is it still useful?

Can personal power reach such a general trend?

History has been finalized.

The water of the long river is no longer reversible.

So, which individual can stand across the river, causing the river of history to flow backwards?

No one, really no one!

The historian sighed and put "History of Wei" well. Perhaps this dragon and tiger fighting emperor will become a good story in hundreds or even thousands of years.

At least later generations know that the northern country is not a coward, and there are still people who can fight.

Even if you lose, you will still be defeated.

"Thank you."

The old man quietly took off the historian's hat and placed it on one side. The candlelight swayed, as if he was faintly seeing the long sleeping on the river with heavy snow that day, Pang Jing and Wei Zhang, the tiger and dragon, moving against the sky.

"Thank you, thank you, for letting us not be named cowards in history books."

The old man suddenly cried loudly

The palace in the distance.

Emperor Wei Longchen touched his neck, and there was an ugly scar that was killed by the leader of the Holy Sect of the small country.

It was just that the sword was accompanied by ghost energy, the blood divine sand of the Demon Dragon Prince, the huge shadow bonus of the Shanzi Classic, and the "five sense deprivation" produced by the bronze pillar with the amplification of the illusion array, which made him have a blank idea.

The blank space of this thought left such ugly scars on his neck.

That wound.

It spread from the chin to the chest and could not heal.

In the bronze mirror.

The original emperor's majesty was destroyed and became ugly.

Emperor Wei Longchen watched for a moment.
To be continued...