The smile on the enemy general's face has not disappeared, and panic has already climbed onto his face.
He shouted: "Quickly——"
Before the word "retreat" even came out of his mouth, the next second, his neck was broken by Yan Shunhua who jumped up.
The "click" sound was very crisp.
Yan Shunhua looked at the blood on the back of his hand and laughed softly: "It's so dirty."
He does cherish his appearance.
These people had to pay a price for ruining his face.
Yan Shunhua casually threw the head in his hand to the ground. Yellow sand filled the sky and quickly covered the head.
He raised his head and looked at the thirty thousand troops.
At this moment, the 30,000 troops retreated all together, their eyes full of fear.
They couldn't understand why Yan Shunhua still had such great power after he was hit by their high-tech weapons and robbed 99% of his vitality.
Are these Chinese people all monsters?
Ye Banglan knew what happened to Yan Shunhua.
The title of Xiaoyao King was taken over by Yan Shunhua from his father.
The so-called "free and easy" refers not only to the free and easy world, but also to the ghosts and ghosts of his martial arts and his willfulness.
Yan Shunhua once casually mentioned to her and Hua Yingyue that his father had not successfully practiced the magic skill, but he had already practiced it to the ninth level.
It's just that this ninth level of magical power can kill a thousand enemies and damage oneself eight hundred. Unless it is in desperate situation, it must not be used.
Because once it is used, the only outcome will be death.
At that time, Yan Shunhua said in a joking tone: "If King Qin is killed one day, I will definitely use this magical power to avenge King Qin."
After hearing this, Hua Yingyue was so angry that she picked up a whip and started a fight with him.
But I never thought that the prophecy would finally come true.
"Shua——"
The man was dressed in red and looked like a ghost.
Wherever he went, blood flowed.
At this moment, the powerful force burst out from his body, and his movements were so fast that even the enemy had no time to use weapons.
I don't know how long it took until the last enemy soldier fell to the ground.
The blood and yellow sand merged into one, turning into blood sand.
Yan Shunhua's hands were also stained red with blood, blending in with his clothes and indistinguishable.
This place is still a hundred miles away from the border of Donghuang.
Life cannot be the same quilt, and death cannot be the same hole.
But if they can die for China and be buried in their homeland, it is expected that thousands of years later, the vicissitudes of life will change accordingly, and they can meet again.
After his last breath was exhausted, Yan Shunhua's body fell down.
A generation of Xiaoyao King, he died for his country.
Ye Tuanlan was silent and clenched her fingers.
No wonder, no one has ever found Yan Shunhua’s body.
He died of old age, and the bones were hundreds of years old.
Even if his bones were discovered, archaeologists simply could not believe that this was King Xiaoyao who died at the age of twenty-seven.
Ye Banglan slowly knelt down, raised her hand and covered Yan Shunhua's eyes.
She whispered: "Brother Yan, don't worry, you are still the most beautiful in Ningchao. You were before, you are now, and you will be in the future."
There seemed to be a faint sigh in the wind, which seemed to be relieved and gratifying.
Suddenly, Ye Banlan felt the moisture in the corners of his eyes.
Tears fell and wet the collar.
At the Universal Museum Center, everyone, including the female professor, looked at the girl who was crying silently in surprise.
They really couldn't understand why they shed tears in front of such an exquisite ancient fan.
Ye Banglan blinked slightly, with no expression on his face.
She didn't take the paper from the girl's hand to wipe away her tears, she just turned around and walked off the stage.
There is nothing shameful or sad about crying.
Everyone feels pain and pain.
The viewing continues, but the atmosphere is ruined.
Many people looked at Ye Tuanlan frequently, with a look in their eyes.
"I know her. She is the one who has been in the limelight a few days ago, but I really don't understand. Why is she crying?"
"They Shenzhou people are so nervous that they can cry even if they look at a fan." "That's right, this fan is so beautiful, and there are poems about supporting the light on it. Historical records record that Xiaoyao Wang Yan Shunhua was good at singing and dancing, so he must have This fan symbolizes the prosperous China.”
"I can't see it wrong. We are all so happy and excited, but she is from China and she is crying like a mourner. It makes people-"
The next words were stuck in his throat.
The speaker felt as if his throat was being strangled by something. At this moment, it was difficult to even breathe and he couldn't breathe.
Everyone else was silent for a moment because they saw a pair of blue eyes.
It is as clear as the sea and stretches as far as the eye can see.
But at this time, the eyes that were as blue as the sea were dark and cold, as if a storm was about to gather and thunder down.
Several students from China University were startled and stepped back together.
Ye Banglan withdrew his gaze and suppressed all his anger and murderous intent.
She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling.
No one will know, and probably no one will know in the future.
6◇9◇Book◇Bar
Everything that can be recorded in history books was seen by someone.
But in that battle of ten thousand armies, too many people were buried.
The world will not know the death process of the princes from all directions, let alone what the six sects paid in this war, nor will they know what Emperor Yongshun said to his veterans before he hanged himself.
Because there were too few survivors, in the end there was only one summary in the history books——
In the year of Yongshun in 1732 of the Chinese calendar, unknown forces invaded. The kings of the four directions, six sects and eight hundred princes died in order to protect the mainland of China. Princess Jing'an was torn apart by a chariot and died. Emperor Yongshun committed suicide to save the people. Princess Yongle He burned himself and perished with the enemy, and the Ning Dynasty was destroyed.
It is known in history as the Battle of Ten Thousand Armies.
Things that do not leave a single word in the history books will not be remembered by future generations.
But she is different.
She saw the blood and heard the cry
She is Princess Yongning, she cannot forget, and she dare not forget.
"Turn the tide?" The girl stepped forward and looked at her with some worry, "Are you okay?"
"Nothing." Ye Banlan smiled slightly, "I just thought of some things during the filming of "Collection of China" and I was distracted for a while."
"Collection of China" has reached its tenth episode, and there are still two episodes left.
The audience was very reluctant to give up, but also looked forward to the final ending.
"The filming of "Collection of China" is really great, as well as the song "Shenzhou Wanxing" written by you to turn the tide." The girl became excited, "Especially the narration of each historical figure, but the part about the fall of the Ning Dynasty , a lot of characters are missing.”
"Yes." Ye Banglan suddenly smiled, "But I think it will be completed soon."
She closed her eyes again, her thoughts running at high speed.
She has met too many old friends, including the owner of Shenxiao Tower several times.
But there was no trace of Rong Shi in the pictures she saw.
Rong Shi, the head of Taisu...
After half an hour, the viewing ended.
The female professor clapped her hands: "Now, we will seal the Liuyun Fan and wait for it to be officially announced to the world tomorrow. Next, please follow me to the cultural relic restoration area to learn relevant knowledge."
The team moved forward mightily, and Ye Turnan was among them.
However, at this moment, an alarm suddenly sounded.
"Didi didi!"
Everyone was shocked and didn't know why.
Someone with sharp eyes said in horror: "Where is Liuyun Fan?"
The Liuyun fan that had just been put into the glass cover had disappeared!
Ye Banlan's eyes narrowed.
Even she didn't realize where Liuyun Fan was going...
Was it really taken away, or was it directed and performed by oneself?
"Da da da——"
Footsteps sounded, and the guards of the Universal Museum broke in.
The Liuyun Fan was stolen. They were the last people to see the Liuyun Fan, so they were the most suspicious.
The students were a little panicked. This was the first time they had seen such a battle.
"Don't panic, everyone." The female professor was very calm, "Routine inspections are not done by us, so nothing will happen."
"No one can leave and must be inspected!" The guard captain's eyes swept around the hall and finally landed on the exchange students from Yunjing University. "These Chinese people must be taken away alone!"
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"Yes!"(End of this chapter)