Super Star Martial Arts

At this moment, despair came.

Since the transformation of Xia Jing City was successful, no foreign enemy forces have ever invaded the city.

It is the only base city in the world that has never been entered by a star beast.

but now……

In the city, star beasts are rampant and rampant.

Dozens of fifth-level beast kings, as well as low-level star beasts like a torrent, rushed out from the white beams of teleportation array, like ferocious wolves entering the home of the young rabbit.

"Old... handsome?"

The adjutant's voice was like gibbering, and he subconsciously asked from the side.

In fact, at this time, most of the officers and staff in the entire command post had a blank mind and almost lost the ability to think.

Everyone knows what the teleportation array means.

No one wants to admit it.

"Damn Igus son of a bitch."

Hua Zhongyue cursed.

Then calm down quickly.

Under the crazy attack of the star beasts and the Igos alliance, Xia Jingcheng's defense force was already a bow stretched to the full moon. Any increase in strength would cause the bow to break.

There is almost no reserve force in the city.

The white eyebrows condensed slightly and said, "All the Preface Guards are dispatched to intercept the star beasts and destroy the teleportation array."

Preface guard!

The last special garrison force at the command post.

Once evacuated, the command post will be in great danger.

Because in past battles, the location of the command post had long been exposed.

The adjutant hesitated slightly, then gave an order loudly.

Immediately, a sound broke through the air.

Three hundred ancient martial arts masters wearing star armor turned into streams of light and rushed towards the teleportation array area in the city.

The most brutal battle broke out at this moment.

Hua Zhongyue took a deep breath.

"You guys go too."

he whispered.

There was no movement.

"Go ahead, there's no point in guarding an old man like me." Hua Zhongyue said again, "This is the last order I give you."

Still silent.

After a brief silence, some vague ripples appeared in the air.

The two strong men at the peak level of saints left silently.

They were Hua Zhongyue's former subordinates.

True brothers who lived and died together on the battlefield.

It is also the last force to protect the last veteran of the Great Xia Republic.

Hua Zhongyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he suddenly looked at the other people in the command post, his eyes calm and determined, and said, "It's an honor to fight with you here every day and night, but from now on, the command post has little meaning. Everyone, please wear armor. Join the battlefield, if we can’t destroy those teleportation arrays, there will be no tomorrow for Daxia.”

Yes.

He wants to send out all the power around him.

At this moment, any good steel that can be squeezed out, no, even a piece of scrap steel, must be used on the blade.

"Old handsome!"

“It is our honor to serve you.

"

"Long live Daxia."

The officers in the command post all performed a military salute.

Huazhongyue made a snap, stood upright on the spot, his body as straight as a javelin, and returned the military salute.

At this moment, there seemed to be flames burning in the silent air.

The officers, old, middle-aged, young, male and female, turned and left silently.

They put down their optical computers and touch screen pens, picked up swords and weapons, and put on battle clothes and armor...

When someone goes out, he looks back at the command post and the white-haired old general standing inside.

They understand.

If you leave this time, you may never have the chance to come back.

Huazhongyue said goodbye to everyone.

His old body is like a pine that has stood alone in the crevices of the mountains for thousands of years. When all the water has been absorbed and the cold wind in the mountains hits, he has to fight the coldest storm in the world. The most difficult struggle.

He stared at the real-time surveillance screen.

Behind him, there was suddenly a sound of footsteps.

"Old General, long time no see."

A strange voice that was almost buried in the depths of his memory, like grains of sand piling up into a tower, came from behind.

Hua Zhongyue sighed softly.

"I really don't want to see you again."

He turned around slowly.

opposite.

An old man wearing an ancient Tang suit.

He is about the same age as Huazhong Yue, with white hair and white eyebrows, a vicissitudes of life, and a trace of vague memories in his eyes.

It was like a dead person crawling out of a coffin, with an aura of decay all over his body.

"I would rather you really died in that action a hundred years ago."

Hua Zhongyue asked.

The old man smiled, his eyes reluctantly looking away from the various furnishings in the command post, and said, "If you can live, who would want to die?"

After saying that, he looked at Huazhongyue carefully and said, "Old friend, look at you, you have aged so much. I feel the breath of death spreading in your body. Your life span is about to come to an end. Think of the time when you were in your prime." You are handsome, with black hair, tight skin, and a vigorous body. You are a popular figure in the military academy, showing off your vitality and attracting the attention of countless girls...Don't you miss those days?"

Huazhong Yue said, "What I miss most now is the time before you died."

The old man said, "I'm not dead now, and if you look carefully..."

As he spoke, something wonderful happened.

The old man's hair instantly turned black, his skin became smooth and tight, his body became straighter and straighter, his eyes became bright and sharp, and his muscles became strong and bulging. The whole person instantly returned to his youthful state of twenty years old.

"Do you feel the breath of youth?"

The old man laughed.

He opened his arms and his voice was full of enthusiasm and sincerity, "No flower will bloom again, and no one will be young again... Lao Hua, you have contributed everything to this country, no matter what

If you are no longer bound by those empty ideals and ridiculous beliefs, it’s time to think about yourself, come back, and feel young again. "

Hua Zhongyue was silent for a moment.

Then he took action suddenly.

call out!

He took out a short jade-colored thorn from nowhere, and struck it like lightning, piercing his opponent's throat.

Although he is old, the cultivation level displayed by this Daxia coach is actually at the level of a saint.

The energy is rippling.

The 'old man' opposite smiled slightly. .??.

He stretched out two fingers and gently pinched the short thorn.

Like pinching a grass stem.

He looked at the jade-colored short thorn, shook his head slightly, and said, "The military thorn made of Liren jade, one of the 'eight people' in those days, can pierce the bone shield of the sixth-level beast king. There are eight drops of blood on it, which symbolizes With the truest friendship and the most..."

"Shut up."

Huazhongyue shouted loudly, his beards stretched wildly, and he wildly activated his inner energy again, pulling out the thorns and stabbing them again.

The 'old man' flicked it lightly.

Ding.

A sound sounded like a jade chime being struck.

Hua Zhongyue's body flew backwards.

He spat out a bloody arrow in mid-air.

The body hit the large optical brain console heavily, denting the metal tabletop and bursting out with clusters of sparks that shimmered and dazzled.

"Don't you understand? There is a huge gap in strength between us, just like our age, old friend."

The 'old man' shook his head with pity in his eyes.

He just raised his hand and waved.

Huazhongyue's body floated in the air.

Another flick of the finger.

The second Liren jade thorn shot out like a stream of light, passed through the left shoulder, and nailed Huazhong Yue to the metal wall of the command post.

Yes.

The ‘old man’ also had a Liren jade thorn in his hand.

Number 4.

He was also a member of the "Eight People".

"Sorry, I don't have much time."

The 'old man' spoke urgently, staring into Huazhongyue's eyes and said, "Boss, please don't let me down. Just agree and join us. Believe me, as long as you let go of your obsession and join us, you can get out." Take a look at the real world."

"I reject."

Hua Zhongyue shook his head.

The palm covered with brown age spots was slowly raised with great effort. Twisted cyan blood vessels could be seen on the rough and wrinkled skin.

The old palm held the No. 4 Liren jade thorn and pulled it out bit by bit.

opposite.

The eyes of the 'old man' showed unconcealable disappointment, and then gradually became cold.

"Old friend, our one hundred and twenty-year friendship, really, really don't force me to kill you. Do you know how much I paid to save your life and get this mission opportunity?" , come to see you in person."

He was unwilling to be honest.

Huazhongyue stopped answering.

He held the Liren Jade Thorn in his hand, his expression was firm, and the sun seemed to be shining in his eyes.

"Abandoning one's body on the edge, one's life

An Kehuai? If the parents are not taken into consideration, why should the son and the wife be included in the list of strong men? They must not be selfish. "

"Sacrificing one's life to go to the national disaster, and seeing death as a sudden return home!"

Hua Zhongyue did not answer his opponent's words.

Instead, recite verses silently.

The voice gradually became higher pitched.

The poem "White Horse" by the ancient poet Cao Zhi is not only the creed of the Daxia Dragon Group, but also the code of the Daxia soldiers.

In an era where star beasts are wreaking havoc and disasters occur frequently, in an era when the inheritance of ancient martial arts is ups and downs and martial arts families are gradually derailed, in this era when ambitions continue to expand with strength and the country is regarded as a shackle...

In such an era, the official influence of Daxia was constantly weakened due to the deliberate guidance of the Starry Sky Council, and the situation of the army and the dragon warriors became increasingly difficult.

This song "White Horse" was selected and became the beacon and fortress in the hearts of the soldiers.

This poem, which was born more than 2,400 years ago, so appropriately describes the beliefs, ideas and perseverance of every Daxia soldier.

The high-pitched chanting was like the flames of the scorching sun, making the 'old man' feel like his soul was being burned.

The next moment.

Hua Zhongyue's whole body burned.

…

…

The sudden changes that occurred in the city attracted the attention of the three commanders on the city wall battlefield.

Why does the teleportation array appear in the city?

This question is puzzling.

But it's no longer important.

"Hold them."

Hua Qinglian shouted at Li Donglou and Chu Yuncheng, then quickly left the battlefield on the city wall and shot towards the city.

The teleportation array and the star beasts that broke into the city must be eliminated in the shortest possible time.

Otherwise, the civilian casualties will be immeasurable.

But it only flew a hundred meters away.

Whoosh.

A beam of light fell from the sky.

Hua Qinglian's cultivation at the level of a great sage was enveloped in this milky white light beam before she could react in time.

The next moment, he appeared in a strange white cloud space.

A huge astrolabe.

There are white clouds rolling around and no boundaries can be seen.

Hua Qinglian's heart sank.

Realizing that he was teleported.

He activated his inner energy, concentrated his attention, and sensed all the changes around him. His mental power dispersed into the surrounding sea of ​​clouds like a tide.

Snap, snap, snap.

Clear footsteps came.

The clouds ahead were moving.

Finally, a solid figure emerged and walked out slowly.

Hua Qinglian took a closer look.

Suddenly his body shook.

The face that was always majestic but emotionless showed a trace of surprise, and then turned into a deep anger.

"I want to say something, but I don't know how.

thanks for your support.

I'm not in a good state lately, whether it's writing or life.

I wish everyone happiness, health and success. "