Thirty years ago, there was always such a saying on the major cities of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

"The head is still there?"

"When you can pick it up at your disposal!"

If you shout out that the person who still has his head will jump off the city wall. Even if there are thousands of people in front of you, I will go!

During those glorious years, whenever such shouts sounded on the city walls, no matter how difficult the situation was, the prosperous Tang army believed that it would win!

Because, you can pick up the head at will!

Thirty years later, on the night when the war was approaching, four of the six kings of the prosperous Tang Dynasty shouted the words that made people excited as if they were thirty years ago. However, this time no one jumped down the city wall and rushed into the thousands of troops, but laughed from the heart.

Nowadays, most of the Six Kings are over fifty years old, and their laughter is not as bold as when they were young. However, there are very few things in this world that can make them laugh. They have not laughed like this for a long time.

The Lord of the Great Wilderness Temple, the head of the Western Regions Church!

No matter how many people in this world are, how many people who hear these two names will not be weak?

But the barefoot monk Wuhai has been looking forward to this battle for a long time. His life is full of toughness and has accepted two disciples who are willing to do so. The only fear that he lacks is just a beautiful end.

The ending is outlined with the light of the Lord of the Great Wilderness Temple and the head of the Western Regions Church. It will inevitably be brilliant and perfect. The barefoot monk Wuhai naturally hopes that he can end the curtain perfectly in the last moment of his life!

The laughter gradually drifted away in the cold night. The barefoot monk and his brothers were preparing to have a big meal, but a dark spot appeared in the vast silver snow in the distance.

The black dots quickly magnified in people's sight. First, they saw a horse's butt. After getting closer, the four of them saw the person on the horse and couldn't help laughing again.

The erotic horse riding upside down sat on his horse that could only walk upside down and shaking with the bumps, as if half-dream and half-awake.

Although the erotic woman is almost middle-aged. She has a beard without clitorizing her borderline appearance, she cannot block the handsome appearance of her sharp edges and corners. With the masculine taste brought to men by her beard and the mature male charm accumulated over the years, if a little girl is here, she may be instantly fascinated.

Hearing a laugh from afar, Sepie opened his eyes slightly. He had a pair of phoenix eyes, but his eyes were not big, but bright. He saw the brothers on the city wall. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was indescribably unruly.

"It's still the way I deserve to be beaten." Li Zizhi teased.

Wu Hai climbed up the city wall barefoot, looked into the distance and said, "How can the city wall be raised?"

The distant seductive pussy heard this and said, "Of course I'll hit it."

After saying that, he raised his foot and suddenly flew into the air. The expensive fur boots of the Western Regions stepped on the horse's butt, and suddenly disappeared in the air.

Li Zizhi, Zhao Donghai, Wen Qingfeng and the other two lit up their eyes, and they instantly saw that Sepi was already standing in the void opposite Wuhai. Without a word, Sepi kicked it lazily.

After the kick was kicked out, a hurricane came towards the city wall. Without sea, no sea was moved, and only one slapped his palm. The hurricane suddenly stopped in front of him, as if there were countless turbulences in the air. But he could not move forward.

The sepig suddenly laughed and slapped her finger!

Suddenly, all the static turbulent flow suddenly exploded. The space in front of me seemed to have been cut into countless pieces. The barefoot monk raised his eyebrows and pressed it down with his palm. The vision disappeared, but the color pussy had already reached the top of the city.

After Wang Luohan's careful care over the past few days, Zhang Xiaodao has obviously started to gain weight, his eyes appearing smaller and smaller, but he is becoming more and more focused.

Especially when he got into the bed at night, his eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky.

After dinner, Wang Luohan cleaned everything on the table, then stared out the window in a daze. He closed his eyes and said, "It will be almost tomorrow morning."

Zhang Xiaodao was about to pack up the bedding. After all, he still got out of bed sheets at night, but when he heard this, he suddenly lost his mood and said, "You have to get up early."

Wang Luohan nodded and said, "Let's rest."

Zhang Xiaodao blew out the candle, and the two went to the bed, but did nothing. Wang Luohan leaned on Zhang Xiaodao's shoulder, and the two enjoyed the last silence, as if they were waiting for dawn, and as if they were asleep.

The dawn of the morning illuminated Shengjing, and the surrounding areas of the North City Gate had been confined. I don’t know how many people from other places came to watch the battle.

Emperor Tang Yinlong of the prosperous Tang Dynasty joined hands with Empress Wen Qinglan to climb the northern city wall early, which attracted the people who stopped outside the cordon under the city wall to kneel down and shout: "Long live the saint..."

In addition to Tang Yinlong, students of Hanlin Academy, masters of the inner sect, and senior officials of the six central departments of the court climbed to the city wall, which added to the tension in the hearts of the people and the atmosphere became more and more tense.

After a simple breakfast, Zhang Xiaodao and Wang Luohan rode the old green cow towards the north city gate. In addition to feeling that the morning in Shengjing was particularly lively today, it was more solemn in his heart.

He came to the North City Gate and under countless eyes, Zhang Xiaodao and his wife climbed the city tower, but was led to a whistle tower on the city wall.

There is naturally a better vision on the whistle tower. As soon as you climb the tower, Zhang Xiaodao saw familiar faces. Who else could be if it weren't for Chen Qingzhu and a group of students of the same class?

There are not many people in this whistle tower, only Zhang Xiaodao's friend in the academy. He was slightly surprised by this arrangement and couldn't help but think that he was afraid that the gentleman hoped that they would have some insights and comprehend each other in this battle.

Not to mention Wang Luohan and Chen Qingzhu and others, Zhang Xiaodao looked down from the whistle tower and saw many colorful government officials, thinking what is this? If someone shattered the city wall with one sword, wouldn’t all the elites of the prosperous Tang Dynasty be lost?

No one cared about the issues Zhang Xiaodao was concerned about. Li Yuemei, who was standing beside him, was excited to share with everyone. At this time, a person came to the silver-white plain at the north gate of Shengjing!

This person is alone, with no followers around him, and he steps forward with great strides, and every step will lead to extremely deep footprints.

The city wall that was already a little noisy suddenly became silent. Although the man came alone, he seemed to be standing tall in the wind and frost. As his steps approached Shengjing, his momentum became more and more powerful.

These thousand steps were a kind of momentum for Mongolian and Hanbaku who came from the Great Wilderness. When he looked at the city wall, a brilliance suddenly appeared, and infinite pressure enveloped Shengjing, which was quite the supreme momentum of one person being able to fight a city.

Behind him, there were sounds from time to time, and three hundred golden knights came into view. Against the backdrop of the morning light, they were as noble as gods descending to earth, and they dared not let people look at them directly.

Then the chariot of the masterpiece of light seemed to float in the air and passed the knights in golden armor. The beam of light was lifted. The old man walked down the chariot, looked at Shengjing City in the distance, and sighed: "What a big city!"

His amazement was not responded. The sound of the huge Shengjing North City Gate opening began to resound throughout the world. The darkness inside was gradually illuminated by the morning light. Wu Hai was wearing a simple monk's robe in the Futu Temple, wearing a blood-red cassock, and walking on the snow barefoot! (To be continued...)
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