Ning Yi had no more thoughts in his mind.

He doesn't want to see anyone.

He didn't want to face anything... He just wanted to bring "crossing the sea of ​​suffering" back to the old tomb.

Then let the girl wake up.

This may be a kind of avoidance, or a kind of "cowardice", but no one's growth is overnight.

Ning Yi cannot lose Pei Fan.

The flying swords were continuous into a ray of sky light. The miserable sword cultivator who broke the divine pool could not even guarantee the stability of the flying sword during the flight, and the thin snow swayed.

His mind was no longer stable, and countless pictures were intertwined, swaying, dodging.

Ning Yi's sword never escapes.

Ning Yi's way is unyielding.

But now, it seemed to have changed a little... He stretched out a finger and pointed it at his sea of ​​divine power, blocking all the past, hesitant and entangled thoughts, and no longer thinking about it.

This is not a good way.

Because not thinking about it does not mean that these things have disappeared.

Ning Yi's eyes became confused, clear, and clean. The flying sword no longer shook, turned into a long rainbow, roaring through the sky and slashing through the thunder.

He looked back deeply and looked at the gradually shrinking Tiandu Imperial City behind him.

No looking back.

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"Senior brother, you're awake."

Chen Yuanjun fell asleep for a long time.

He opened his eyes and saw Qian Shangjun's face as soon as possible. The junior brother's expression was very pale. It seemed that he had been sleeping for a long time, and the general's mansion must have been in an uproar... For the generals in the northern border, what he most hoped for was not how much damage he had caused to the White Emperor.

But peace.

Chen Yuanjun's mind was entangled with the scene of the battle.

He pondered in pain, trying to sit up.

There was some difficulty, but it was not impossible to do it... A dense sound of shattering sound sounded in his body, and Chen Yuanjun's expression suddenly changed a little.

Qian Shangjun keenly captured this detail.

"What's wrong?"

“…Nothing happens.”

Chen Yuanjun coughed in a low voice and squeezed out a smile, "How long have I been sleeping?"

Let’s talk about what happened to Mr. Qian Shang these days.

The two brothers spent a "long" half an hour in the room.

"The Pope is outside, and there are many other figures from the holy mountain." Qian Shangjun let out a deep breath and said meaningfully: "They are all very concerned about your injuries."

"Caring?" Chen Yuanjun leaned against the side of the wooden couch, and he forced a smile: "The Pope helps the people all over the world and is merciful. Among these people, he should be the only one who really cares about me... As for the others, I don't know. I only know that the prince must be very disappointed if he didn't die in the northern border."

This sentence is a bit ironic.

Qian Shangjun also smiled, and the big stone in his heart finally landed on the ground.

"Get a knife for me...and then help me up."

Chen Yuanjun spoke instructors.

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A moment later, the waiting people outside the general's mansion saw a young man in a light black shirt, with a familiar sable tail still covering his forehead, and his expression was calm and peaceful, bringing great pressure to people.

Chen Yuanjun had a one-handed knife, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured in the duel with "Baidi".

Among the crowds of the Holy Mountain, there were a very small number of practitioners who narrowed their eyes and covered their disappointed expressions... Chen Yuanjun suffered a lot

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He was seriously injured but not dead, which was something that made the sky feel regretful.

It was not only King Chujiang from the underworld who was ordered by the prince. These holy mountain sword cultivators arrived at the Great Wall of the North in such a large number. It was too simple for the prince to install power.

"Everyone, I've been waiting for a long time."

Chen Yuanjun appeared in front of everyone, and most practitioners felt relieved. For this "major hero" of the Northern War, more people could clearly distinguish between merits and demerits.

When Pei Min was there, the demon clan's spirit was greatly reduced. At that time, the northern border was extremely strong, and the fate of the Great Sui country was prosperous enough.

Now, after returning from the fight against the White Emperor, Chen Yuanjun has reached the peak with great reputation... Although he is not as good as Pei Min, he is not much different with the old name of Mr. "General's Mansion".

The next one, Pei Min.

In the true sense, the leader of the North.

What's more, the shadow beside him, Qian Shangjun, has already shown his identity in this war.

Mr. Second Mr. of the General's Mansion.

Qian Shangjun beat a heavy drum at the top of the city. At the critical moment, he ordered the iron cavalry to plunder, recovering a huge loss for the Sui Dynasty. Otherwise, the number of iron cavalry shrouded by Tianhai Tower would probably reach 90%, and the newly added tombstones in Baijiapo would have doubled.

Chen Yuanjun glanced around and said, "The results of the Northern War... I don't want to say anything more. This is the greatest victory achieved by the Northern Great Wall in the past ten years. You are waiting here, and you must also witness this scene."

Chen Yuanjun paused and smiled and said, "The wildfire in the north will never be extinguished... Everyone, I am still alive after experiencing the duel with the White Emperor of the Eastern Demon Realm."

After this sentence, it was silence first.

One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one.

Someone raised the sword in his hand high.

The beacon towers on the top of the city are burning at this moment, and sword lights and sword shadows are reflected at this moment. The bright wildfires occupy everyone's eyes. The silent and solemn sound of the scabbard impact is transmitted and spreads out-

The wildfires in the north will never be extinguished!

This quiet and iron-blooded will was rumbling in the heart of the Sacred Mountain Sword Cultivator.

The end of the Northern War... It is a test of will and physicality for practitioners who have personally experienced this war, and it is also a training.

It is a silent nirvana.

Lian Qing from Yingtian Mansion looked serious and slowly raised the long sword in his hand. He spoke seriously and said word by word: "The wildfire in the north will never be extinguished."

Behind him, there was a sound of a disciple raising his sword, like a tide.

This will, like a stubborn flame, is the indomitable and tenacity left by Pei Min. It only takes a little bit of Mars, which burns when touched, burns when it is pointed, rumbling and spreads, and becomes more and more intense.

A fierce tide.

Chen Yuanjun smiled and looked at the crowd in front of him. He suddenly felt that the sacrifices he made had a deeper meaning behind the strategy and chess game.

Even if we abandon the essence of the game with the prince, this war would be enough if these young people in the future of the Sui Dynasty could realize the pain of loss and live stronger...

Chen Yuanjun is a very cold-blooded person.

He is also a very fraternal person.

Qian Shangjun looked at his senior brother but couldn't help feeling a little sad. Senior brother knew how to love the world, but he didn't know how to love himself... In the fierce battle with Baidi, he escaped by "lucky" and returned to the general's mansion, and almost broke his soul and left.

The General's Mansion can no longer afford to bear more losses.

Chen Yuanjun saw

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Seeing the meaning in Qian Shangjun's eyes, he smiled and patted his junior brother's shoulder, his eyes full of comfort.

Then he continued to speak, looking at the long sword raised high in his eyes.

He also raised one hand.

"This is...that I lifted off Baidi." Chen Yuanjun grinned. He spread his palms. The "scals" stuck to Baidi's eyebrows were stained with dried blood. At this moment, he was held in his palm and released, and then suspended in the air.

The man said in a deep voice: "He wanted to kill me...but failed. I took off the scale from his eyebrows. He was seriously injured. The Eastern Demon Realm would be silent for a long time, very long."

A thunderous sensation resounded throughout the Great Wall.

This is simply miraculous news... Everyone knows that Chen Yuanjun is extremely brave. On the day when he stepped on Fengming Mountain, he cut off the head of the White Sea Demon Saint of the Northern Demon Realm, and directly made a powerful Nirvana Realm die in the ashes.

But no one expected that Chen Yuanjun could be one-on-one with Baidi without suffering any losses.

Even peeled off the scales between the eyebrows.

This news will soon spread to the northern border and to every corner of the Great Sui Dynasty.

Chen Yuanjun is the next Northern War God, Pei Min.

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To be continued...