第七章突袭伏龙(3/10)

                                                                                      近乎永恒一般的宁静，被尖锐的惨呼声划破。各门派的弟子们狂呼着冲上了城墙，冲进了街道，奋力砍杀着反抗的敌人。
                                                                                                                                                                就象是那来自灵魂深处的声音，在人们杀戮时大声的呼喊着。鲜血象花一样绽放着，在夜色中飘洒开来。
                                                                                                                                                                火光中，长街上，混战着的人群中不断闪烁着冰冷的锋刃，挥起了一道道刺眼的寒光，划开了一具具人的肢体。一股股鲜血喷溅而出，在石板上汇合，象春天消融的冰雪，在长街上汇成了红色的溪流。
                                                                                                                                                                杀声渐渐高扬，每一个人都在大声的呼喊，用来驱散心中的恐惧，或许还可以增加对手的恐惧。就象大海中的波涛，从低平处奋然向上，那跃动的力量，来自于生存的欲望。
                                                                                                                                                                置身在这战场之上，被火光映亮的眼睛，翻腾着熊熊的火焰。几千人的搏斗，每一次的厮杀，都有那看不见的生命，却在看得见的消失。
                                                                                                                                                                千百人的厮杀就在身旁，却又觉得是那样遥远。朱隶站在这陌生的城堡中，站在这喧嚣的长街上，只觉得一阵阵寒意袭来。
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           刀剑仍在不停闪动，敌人已在迅速死去。绝望的呼喊依旧尖锐，却已缓缓降低了声调。
                                                                                                                                                                抵抗的力量越来越弱，红了眼的人们还在杀戮。他闭上了眼睛。
                                                                                                                                                            

本章未完，点击下一页继续阅读