Volume 2, Chapter 92: Chao Tianque passed away, and the iron hoofs came again.
Xu Ping'an felt Chu Ge's breath disappear.
A hint of disappointment flashed across his eyes.
Then dragged his tired body.
Sat down beside it.
He straightened his body and put his arm around Chu Ge's shoulders.
This was an action that only Chu Ge would do to him in the past.
And he would subconsciously dodge every time.
At that time, Chu Ge would always laugh out loud.
He always looks carefree.
But I guess I'll never hear his laugh again.
The corners of Xu Ping'an's eyes were slightly red.
As red as his bloody lips.
He murmured to himself, his handsome face full of bitterness and reluctance.
"Brother Chu, have a safe journey."
Chaotianque looked at the three cities with bright lights.
On the pale and bloodless face, one can see that there are black air wandering in the meridians.
He suddenly coughed violently.
Covered his mouth with his hands.
"Cough cough....cough cough cough."
Looking at the dark blood on the palm of his hand, with the help of the firelight here, he could also see that there seemed to be black gas floating on the blood.
This is demonic energy.
A day of exhaustion.
The evil energy that had originally devoured his body once again corroded his heart and lungs.
If you look closely, you can see the neck of Chaotianque at this moment.
It is covered with black lines.
He looked up and looked at the vastness in the distance.
There is endless darkness.
In the air, the cold wind was slapping his face.
It's so cold.
"Is he going to die?"
He knew that he might not be able to hold on any longer.
He should have died a long time ago.
I have survived to this day just by prolonging my life.
He just felt a black screen in front of his eyes and felt dizzy.
The world is turned upside down at this moment.
Not long after, he fell down from the dragon throne.
"His Majesty......!"
"Father......!"
Chao Tianque opened his eyes weakly.
In a daze, he held Chaofeng's hand tightly.
Feng He and others had already gathered around.
But he was watching from a distance.
He didn't come forward.
Chao Tianque glanced at the crowd.
His eyes were blurry, and he coughed violently again.
Shouted at the wind.
"Someone, call the imperial physician!"
Chao Tianque's hands subconsciously clenched a little.
He shook his head vigorously, but in the end it only swayed slightly.
He looked at Chao Feng with a bitter smile on his face.
He knew his own body clearly, so how could he be cured by an imperial physician?
More than 20 years have passed since the invasion by the magic sword.
He has reached his limit.
He said weakly: "Call...Call Yi'er, come here!!"
Upon hearing this, Chao Feng turned around and shouted to the crowd.
"Chao Yi, where's Chao Yi? Come here quickly."
"Father, don't worry, it's coming soon, it's coming soon."
Feng He heard this and walked past the crowd.
Came to the front of Chaotianque.
He kept his eyes lowered.
There is no sign of sadness.
Even now, when his father is about to die, he still looks calm.
Maybe he just didn't have any feelings for Chaotianque.
In his eyes, Chao Tianque was just an ordinary old man who was about to die.
Chao Tianque looked at him, with the corners of his mouth slightly tilted up, with a faint smile,
It brought a touch of life to his pale face.
"A little closer."
Feng He frowned when he heard this.
Hesitate for a moment.
Just keep moving forward.
Finally, he squatted down in front of Chaotianque.
Looking at the familiar face, that resolute face.
Chao Tianque grabbed Feng He's hand.
Feng He resisted instinctively.
But this time, he didn't hide.
Chao Tianque stared at Feng He like this for a few seconds.
Then his eyes became particularly serious.
He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the nameless mountain.
Suddenly, he started coughing violently.
Blood clots gushed out, this time all over the mouth and nose.
And in his eyes and ears.
At this moment, black blood also spilled out.
His body began to shake.
The eyeballs begin to bulge at this moment.
"Draw...the knife."
Just two words.
But he used up all his strength in this life.
There was expectation and pleading in his eyes.
Feng He turned his head and looked in the direction of the nameless mountain.
The mountains at this time are hidden in the darkness.
Hiding his figure.
Feng He turned around.
Nodded to Chaotianque.
Replied with one word.
"good."
Chao Tianque felt relieved when he heard this answer.
The bulging pupil returned to normal.
His eyes swept back and forth between his two sons.
"Help me up, I want to take another look at this beautiful river..." The voice stopped here.
Suddenly stopped.
Chao Tianque's hand then fell.
The body is limp.
The breath dissipated.
The sky suddenly fell.
A genius of his generation, he inherited the throne and commanded a country.
In order to break the clan curse, he climbed to the top of the mountain and drew his sword.
Suffer backlash and suffer for the rest of your life.
He lingered on for decades, suffering from the torture of evil spirits.
In the end, he still didn't wait for the moment when the knife was pulled out.
It was too late to even take a look at the last mountains and rivers.
If Feng He had not appeared, he would have died long ago.
In order to wait for Feng He to draw his sword.
He took elixirs every day to strengthen his body, and used the energy of the saints to prolong his life.
That's why I have survived.
But at this moment, he couldn't bear it anymore.
Although he did not participate in the battle.
But on this day, he remained on the top of the ancestral peak, advancing and retreating with the soldiers.
But the cold wind was biting.
Evil spirit invades.
In addition, evil energy spread everywhere.
Therefore, this life is exhausted.
A great emperor died.
"His Majesty... has passed away."
In the dark night.
The atmosphere in the entire Zufeng was terribly depressing.
It was a world of difference compared to the cheers and shouts just now.
People lowered their heads silently.
Silent.
Did they win?
Yes, they won.
But after a brief cheer, they could no longer be happy.
Such a victory is a pyrrhic victory.
It is also tragic.
The price paid was the lives of countless people.
It’s not so much a victory, but in the eyes of most people.
It's better to say that we lost.
Most of the saints have fallen.
Entering the holy realm, almost everyone was destroyed.
Only one out of ten of the 100,000 imperial guards survived.
The citizens of Zhulu City suffered no less than one million casualties.
This is a war, but also a disaster.
However, this disaster only stopped in Zhulu City.
And in the distant Yanzhou.
A great war is still going on.
Ye Tingmu lay on the ground, looking at the sky above his head, breathing heavily.
His side.
It is the deep blue of the ocean.
But the woman was no longer breathing.
A long black sword was still stuck in her chest.
Shou came to his side and lay down as well.
The heavy breathing sound echoed between heaven and earth.
It licks its wounds.
Chao Xiao also walked over.
Still shirtless.
In his double pupils.
One was covered in blood.
It can be seen that it is caused by overuse.
Ye Tingmu glanced at him.
He laughed and said, "There's something about your eyes!"
He shook his head at Xiao with a wry smile.
He uttered two words lightly.
"good!"
Just as the two were resting, the ground began to shake.
Then came the sound of swords and horses.
Countless torches appeared on the skyline.
Light up the night instantly.
Ye Tingmu raised his eyebrows.
"It seems that some people don't want us to rest!"
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