The wind and snow were pressing down on the border, and the three armies on the border were besieging the city. Ling Ye stood alone on the cliff, his blade stained with blood, and his murderous intent was like a tide. He is not a general, not a god of war, but a remnant soldier abandoned by the court, but he single-handedly split the throats of a hundred thousand cavalry. Chu Zhuo led the reinforcements to arrive through the snow, only to see that his body was covered with frost blades and his eyes were dull - it turned out that he had already killed his own identity in the massacre last night. She held the blood-stained military order tightly and said softly: "Ling Ye, if you are crazy, I will accompany you to burn the world." The wind and snow started again, and the two of them were back to back, and the sword light was like stars, tearing open the darkest night before dawn.
