Chapter 690： Heart of anger (1) (1/2)

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Most of the swords that once shined with brilliance and represented the highest honors have been buried in the loess, leaving only a little bit of the hilt to stay outside the earth, covering the loess, obscuring the peaks, and the inch of cold light. Falling into the eyes of the monsoon smoke, it is like a thunder, and suddenly blasts in the heart of the monsoon smoke.

Almost in an instant, the monsoon smoke rushed to the collapsed tunnel, and the hands were carefully opened. The loess of the sword was buried, and the epee that Yang Lan had never left was dug out.

The moment when the cold blade fell into the palm of your hand, the eyes of the monsoon smoke stared at the pile of loess in front of you.

Yang Lan once said that every soldier, every general, on the battlefield, the most reliable is the blade of the side, even if it is sleeping, the blade can not leave for a moment.

but……

An ominous premonition suddenly emerged in the heart of the monsoon smoke.

And at this moment, a mess of footsteps suddenly came.

As the monsoon smoked his head and turned his head, he saw that the stunned Linghe was rushing over with thousands of soldiers.

”General?” At the moment when Linghe saw the monsoon smoke, there was a surprise in his eyes, but he had not waited for him to show his face, he found...

The look of the monsoon smoke, abnormal dignity.

Linghe’s gaze fell on the muddy epee that was held in the monsoon smoke, and vaguely felt that the epee was familiar.