Chapter 354 The bloody storm on the mountain

It was windy and rainy. At the foot of the mountain, Shen Guogong Gao Shizhen refused the umbrella from his servants and stood in the heavy rain, letting raindrops the size of soybeans hit him.

Don’t talk to me, Gao Shizhen, about the loyalty to the family and the country, the country, the country, the country. The huge Shen Guogong Mansion, just a stick of incense like my son Gao Shuyi, is gone. What's more, he spent more than 20 years of hard work and energy cultivating this son. As a father, Gao Shizhen couldn't find anything wrong with Gao Shuyi. Before he received the secret letter from the third prince, he had always believed that Gao Shuyi would be the best in the future. It is the pillar of the temple in Daquan. No matter who becomes the emperor and sits on the dragon's throne, the Duke of Shen will revive the family tradition, wield power over the government and the public, be promoted to the palace of a county prince, become the new emperor's confidant, annex the two great powers of the Northern Jin Dynasty and the Southern Qi Dynasty, and become a powerful nation in one fell swoop. The largest dynasty in central Tongye Continent.

His Majesty the Emperor said that he would compensate the Duke of Shen, and the third prince said that he would compensate Gao Shizhen. The Qingke aides and staff all advised him to be patient.

Gao Shizhen has been very calm during this period, and no one can tell that he is a man who has lost his only son. First he left the palace, then quietly left the prince's residence, and finally secretly left the capital to serve as His Majesty the Emperor's secret envoy, and went to Qihe City Posthouse to see Yao Zhen, everything was calm. Duke Shen's Mansion was still the Duke of Daquan's Mansion who understood the righteousness deeply. Gao Shizhen never let down the aging emperor Liu Zhen.

Without that opportunity that fell from the sky, Gao Shizhen would indeed have been unable to make waves. After all, Mirage City belonged to His Majesty the Emperor, and the Daquan Dynasty’s surname was Liu.

It’s different now.

Someone found him Gao Shizhen, and he found the eldest prince Liu Cong, who also found five thousand soldiers. As for how many mountain forces he had secretly attracted, Gao Shizhen was not interested.

When a lion fights a rabbit, he must use all his strength. Don't add fuel to the attack. This is a taboo for military strategists.

Even Gao Shizhen, a pampered person from the capital, understands the simple truth. I believe that the eldest prince Liu Cong has thought more thoroughly.

Gao Shizhen was waiting, waiting for Liu Cong to bring the head to him when he came down the mountain, so that he could take it back to the new grave of his son Gao Shuyi.

In front of the ruined temple, Chen Ping'an looked at the last two people in Liu Cong's guard, hiding their heads and tails.

After noticing Chen Pingan's gaze, the two looked at each other and took a few steps forward. It was the military general Xu Qingzhou and the immortal master Xu Tong, old acquaintances, who were with Lu Baixiang respectively in the border inn. He fought against Sui Youyou.

Xu Qingzhou took off his raincoat and threw it aside, revealing a suit of armor. In addition to the Daquan border army standard waist knife that he was showing off, he also had the sword "Da Qiao", which was an important military weapon.

Xu Qingzhou remained silent, but Xu Tong, the owner of Caomu Temple, smiled and said: "Mr. Chen, we meet again. The last time was at the southern border, and this time at the northern border, just like General Xu's beloved sword. The name 'Da Qiao' is really a great coincidence."

Except for Xu Qingzhou and Xu Tong, the ten followers behind Liu Cong are all monks who have been on the battlefield at the northern border. The border wars of the Daquan Dynasty were actually only in the north and south bordering the Northern Jin and Southern Qi.The Yao family's cavalry guards the country for the Liu family. In the north, there are 120,000 border troops under the eldest prince. They are at war with the Southern Qi all the year round. The wars are frequent. They often go to the north to conquer the country. Regardless of their combat power, the number of times they use knives is only more than that of the Yao family. There are more cavalry.

The military commander Xu Qingzhou’s purpose of mountaineering to encircle and suppress Chen Ping’an and his party was very clear. He wanted the unusual pair of nectar armor, preferably the knife as well. .

Liu Cong only agreed to buy the armor and the narrow knife, which could be sold but not given away. It would then depend on how sincere Xu Qingzhou and his family were able to "purchase" them.

Xu Tong, the high-ranking immortal master, is the master of Cao Mu'an, the first immortal sect in Daquan. He is good at thunder magic and proficient in alchemy, which can maintain health and longevity. Through this, he has made friends with countless dignitaries. The robe worn under the coir raincoat, when the spiritual energy flows out, glows with a misty scene of colorful clouds, just like wearing a painted landscape scroll. In fact, this spiritual robe is called "Colorful Peak". It is an ancestral treasure of Cao Mu'an, and it is extremely close to the rank of magic weapon.

Immortal Master Xu Tong wants Chen Pingan to wear a golden robe that looks like a golden dragon robe after he regains his true form.

Dooling and coveting it!

Chen Ping'an looked at Liu Cong and asked: "Is it for that chair?"

Liu Cong said sternly: "Otherwise? You think I have five thousand border guards to protect Erlang's life? Not worth it?!”

At this point, the eldest prince gritted his teeth, “If I don’t walk to the door of this ruined temple today and see you Chen Ping’an with my own eyes, I will feel...”

Liu Cong pointed to his heart, "Unhappy!"

Chen Ping'an said: "Unhappy? Didn't you ask for it? Five thousand Daquan frontier troops died in this battle. A small mountain... Forget it, in fact, you know the truth. You will probably tell yourself that those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters. When you become the emperor, these five thousand soldiers will die for the country and die well."

Liu Cong chatted so much, maybe it was for himself. Being brave may also be because of the obstacles in your heart in the past.

Chen Ping'an is willing to accompany Liu Cong to talk about this all because of this last issue.

A crucial question.

The person who wants his head must be Shen Guogong Gao Shizhen, and the person who wants the thing from Biyou Mansion has already been guessed in Chen Pingan's mind, but who wants to raise the sword gourd?

After leaving Qihe City Post House, Chen Pingan had already put on his jade pendant.

When we arrived at Taoye Ferry, we were about to say goodbye to the Yao family team. On that day, Chen Ping'an announced to the world with the words "I have cultivated myself in Taiping Mountain". It is equivalent to clarifying his identity as "the direct descendant of Taipingshan Patriarch Hall" to the mirage city. The purpose is to reduce Yao Zhen's pressure in Daquan Capital. If those enemies in Mirage City who are ready to attack cannot even recognize the jade cards, the Yao family does not need to worry.

As for those who can understand jade cards, most of them will not tolerate it.An expert who underestimates will retreat in spite of difficulties. In fact, Du Hanling, the master of the Golden Summit Temple who used the divine palm to view the mountains and rivers in the Taoye Crossing Wupeng boat, was among them. As soon as he saw the jade tablet, even if it attracted the attention of Mirage City, Unhappy, he still insisted on getting away and leaving.

Liu Cong had a strange look in his eyes and only gave Chen Pingan half of the answer.

"This Taipingshan Patriarch's Hall sign is real, absolutely true, but it is also fake at the same time. It would actually be better if you don't hang it on your waist. If you hang it on your waist, I will take it." Those two words are back to you, 'seeking death'!"

Chen Pingan looked at Prince Daquan who became more and more confident.

It is indeed more difficult to talk to these guys who were born into an imperial family.

The first one was the neighbor Song Jixin.

In front of me, both sides have their own reasons. Although they have right and wrong, priority and size, Liu Cong and the five thousand soldiers, as well as the Qi practitioners and martial arts masters hiding among them, are already ready to fight. Fa, and some general trend is pushing Liu Cong behind the scenes. Chen Ping'an couldn't just say that everyone just went to the temple to have a bowl of rice and then broke up. What kind of fair and just means should be used to fight for the dragon chair? Chen Ping'an didn't want to waste his words. If it worked, he would be willing to talk about it, but others wouldn't want to listen.

Chen Pingan picked up the dead branch and nodded twice at Liu Cong.

The rickety old man next to him rushed away first, capturing the thief first and the king first. Even if it was a trap, Zhu Lian really wanted to understand the conspiracy on the mountain in this world!

To the right of Sui, who was standing on the right, and to the left of Lu Baixiang, they rushed out one after another.

Wei Xian, wearing the God's Chenglu Armor, strode to keep up with Madman Wu who was ahead. He would not be trapped in the battle for the time being, and his main purpose was to protect the ruined temple.

Chen Pingan was patient and waited for the opponent's trump card.

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A peak higher than the top of the mountain where the ruined temple is halfway up the mountain.

There are two people standing on the top of the mountain. It’s hard to say whether they are experts from this world. At least they are standing very high.

An old man in a Confucian shirt did not have the jade pendant gifted by the academy hanging around his waist. In the Daquan Dynasty, no one dared to question where he stood, even if the old man stood in the Jinluan Hall of Mirage City. roof.

Beside the old Confucian scholar stood a burly man with gnarled muscles and an inhuman aura.

The matter was so important that the old man still asked a question that was suspected of being disrespectful: "Your master, will you never break your trust?"

The strong man's answer was even more straightforward and rude. , "How do I dare to talk nonsense about my master? If you have the ability to ask the master yourself, the premise is that you

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You must have Such courage."

The old man said to himself: "I act on the basis of justice, and it will be justified after all. Even if the academy is angered by Taipingshan and takes away my title... it doesn't matter. "

The strong man sneered: "You are so sanctimonious, are you talking about scholars like you?"

The old man smiled bitterly and said: "You can improve a lot if you know your mistakes. I have read more than ten thousand volumes and have dabbled in hundreds of schools of knowledge. I only missed this teaching from my own sage."

A strong man also. Unwilling to push the envelope further, he continued to ridicule the old man next to him. If he suddenly changed his mind and had a sudden awakening, wouldn't it ruin the master's improvised plan? So he comforted him with kind words: "That treasure, what a Rare, don’t tell me that you are tempted and have worked hard and planned for this for so long. In fact, I am also greedy. After you get it, I will make a deal with you. I will give you the magic weapon given by the master. Now, you only need to pass me half of the article, and I will work hard for you for another sixty years. After that, how about you pass on the remaining half of the article?"

The old man thought for a moment, nodded and agreed: "That's it. It's settled!"

The strong man reminded: "Before leaving, my master told me not to make a move unless it was to save your life, and you'd better not make a move easily, even if I do. , take your time, otherwise it will be easy to attract the attention of the Confucian Temple Saint. Although the Saint is currently busy searching for the old Taiping Mountain ape, once he comes quickly and comes here, Liu Cong and other ants can still say that we The two of them will definitely have to walk around without food."

The mention of the saint to the burly man, especially the prefix "Confucian Temple", made the old man's already solemn mood fall even further. Which of the "gentle and authentic" seventy-two saints in the Middle-earth Divine Continent is easy to mess with? This is not the master of the seventy-two academy, nor is it the "saint" of the academy that the secular dynasty compliments, but A true Confucian sage! The old man's face was gloomy and he nodded: "Life is at stake, of course I understand."

The wind and rain on the top of the mountain was even worse, but the raindrops were like falling on an invisible oil-paper umbrella, splashing in all directions above the two people's heads. Shoot away.

The strong man yawned. He actually didn't quite understand why, with his master's status and ability, he had to feel sorry for that young man.

It barely makes sense to replace the top few positions of Tongye Sect and Yugui Sect at the north and south ends of the continent, otherwise it would be like the old ape with a sword who simply killed the great gentleman Zhong Kui. , in the future, he will also be qualified to serve as the grand sacrificial wine of a certain Confucian school.

It’s a pity that the master had calculated so hard that he had almost included the entire Tongye Continent. A young boy from the outer sect unexpectedly appeared from the Fuji Sect, and he discovered it by accident. The existence of a senior in the twelfth realm affects the whole body at once, so much so that it completely disrupts such a grand and wonderful layout that the master has been planning for a long time.

Is it possible that Tongyezhou has such strong energy? Can't even compare to the Whispering Island closest to Daoxuan Mountain?

You must know that there is a man named Chen Laoer in Nan Posuo Island who can carry the sun and the moon on his shoulders. According to his master, he is very famous in his hometown and is regarded as one of the top enemies. Even The master said that as long as he was in the world, he would never be able to beat Chen Chun'an, a scholar.

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A young Taoist priest wearing a hibiscus crown came to the border town south of Daquan, but did not enter the fox house.Town, just walking slowly along the outside of the not-so-high loess city wall, stretching out a palm and gently sliding over the rough wall with a smile on his face.

Finally, he walked along the official road to the inn near the town. The business inside was deserted. The little cripple was lying on the table and taking a nap, the old hunchback was sitting on the other side of the curtain smoking a cigarette, and the woman was sitting behind the counter settling accounts. , the calculations continued, making her want to throw away the abacus.

The young Taoist priest crossed the threshold of the inn, his eyes gentle, and he softly called Jiuniang Jiuniang.

The little lame man raised his head drowsily, feeling a little annoyed. Why did the down-and-out scholar leave, and here comes a young Taoist priest who covets the beauty of the shopkeeper? Are there no good-looking women in the world? ! Do you have to come to their inn to pester the landlady?

The woman raised her head and asked doubtfully: "Little Taoist Priest, do we know each other?"

The young Taoist priest who looks not out of the ordinary, except for the relatively rare Taoist crown, in fact, in all aspects They are not eye-catching, they have ordinary looks, neither tall nor short, and their Taoist robes also look old.

The woman felt that this man’s eyes were very strange. There was neither the obscenity of the young and strong man from Hu’er Town nor the puzzling infatuation of Zhong Kui. It was as if he was following a man. The acquaintances who reunited after a long absence said hello, but they were clearly looking at her, but they seemed to be looking further away.

Jiuniang was a little unhappy. After she asked the question, the young Taoist priest just looked at her with a smile. His eyes became brighter and brighter, making people more and more heart-stopping.

For no reason, the young Taoist priest burst into tears, but he smiled and asked, "Jiuniang, let's go home?"

Jiuniang didn't wait to curse.

The young Taoist priest had wiped his tears and laughed at himself: "I mistakenly recognized the person, please forgive me."

He sat down at a wine table and took something from his sleeves. He took out a few grains of silver, slapped it on the table, and said with a smile: "I have bought wine. I can buy as many bottles as I want."

The inn is located on the border, where there is a mixture of fish and dragons coming and going, and there are often people. A good traveler, the cripple boy has been working as a busboy in the inn for many years. He has seen many customers who are confused, and he didn't feel that he needed to think too much, so he took the broken silver and said: "The green plum wine in our inn is divided into three grades. , If it is the best green plum wine, the guest can only buy one jar..."

The young Taoist priest did not wait for the little cripple to finish speaking, and said with a smile: "I want a jar of the best green plum wine."

Traveling far away from home, the world is vast, and you can’t have a heart-to-heart with anyone. Traveling like this is more lonely than a sage, how can you do it without drinking.

He drank almost all the good and bad wine in Tongyezhou.

He likes to drink, and he has a decent-looking sword gourd that he can use as a wine flask, which is just right.

As for the two natal flying swords with strange origins in the Sword-raising Gourd, it doesn’t matter if they are destroyed, it’s better to keep them.

After returning to my hometown, giving gifts to the younger members of the family can be considered as a way to make up for missing their coming-of-age ceremony. In his hometown, giving a sword is better than giving anything else.

This incident in Tongyezhou revealed the secret early. The two subordinates were not able to stay dormant until the end. It was not his fault. It was really the timing.In the world of Haoran, it is now up to us to see whether things will go smoothly in Posuzhou and Fuyaozhou.

Originally, Taipingshan and the Fuji Sect were supposed to be destroyed. Taipingshan Tianjun’s founder and sect leader, Ji Hai and his wife, would all die. The female crown Huang Ting accounted for a lot of luck in the continent. The proud man of heaven is no exception.

As for Zhong Kui, a gentleman from Dafu Academy, he actually ranks very high on the list of this young Taoist priest from Taiping Mountain.

The death of a Zhong Kui is as significant as leveling a Taiping Mountain.

So the order he gave the sword-carrying white ape was to trade his life for a life. If he could successfully escape into the broken dragon vein afterwards, no matter how injured he was, he would have gained. Get up and hide honestly, otherwise he won't be able to protect the old ape. After all, he can only take away one person from the vast world. If the old ape has not harmed the foundation of the Dao, he is still at the level of the twelve-level sword cultivator. He may I will take it away instead of reminiscing about some old feelings and coming to this border inn to drink.

Zhong Kui should have lived longer and been more infatuated.

The hunchbacked Third Master’s eyes signaled Jiuniang to be careful about this person, but the woman still insisted on carrying the wine jar and two white bowls, and sat down opposite the young Taoist priest.

Jiuniang poured two bowls of wine and asked with a smile: "Did the little Taoist misunderstand me, or did he really recognize me?"

The young Taoist took a sip of green plum wine from the bowl and praised it. He drank a good drink and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "I admit my mistake."

Jiu Niang asked with a smile: "The Taoist priest is brave and heroic. In his words, he never calls himself a poor Taoist. Is it possible?" Could it be that he is a fake Taoist priest pretending to be an immortal from Taiping Mountain?"

The young Taoist priest shook his head and said: "A true Taoist priest can no longer be real. The jade tablet later died while traveling down the mountain, with no bones left. The master couldn’t even take back the jade tablet. It was so miserable. After that, I changed my appearance, wandered around, and started looking for wine again. Finally, I returned to Daquan and visited many places, such as the Buried River. I also met a scholar named Wang Qi in Mirage City. The man was quite old at the time, and his name was really good. Qi, the sage explained. He has a slender body and a sincere heart."

"It's a pity that a thousand-mile embankment was destroyed by an ant nest, and was destroyed by a greedy man who was greedy for life and afraid of death."

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She drank all the wine, put down the wine bowl, and asked: "Why are you telling me this to kill me?

The young Taoist priest seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and murmured: "I told you that I admitted the wrong person, and it has nothing to do with you. My old friend, who has nine lives, how can I kill you once?" , Mr. Bai is about to feel something. You don’t know how pitiful Mr. Bai has made us. Even if the Confucian saint kills me, I will only be half-dead. Mr. Bai only needs to see it with his own eyes. When it comes to me, even a world away can make me fall into pieces."

He has it.Feeling a little sad, he sighed and said: "I can't bear to kill him either."

This "young Taoist priest" who could drive two great monsters to fight to the death smiled, picked up the wine bowl, and took a sip of wine, " Tongyezhou suffered such a catastrophe. Looking back in the future, it was actually a blessing in disguise."

Jiuniang's heart was filled with confusion.

"Don't worry, I've already drank the wine and said the grumbling words, you won't remember anything." The young Taoist priest put down the wine bowl and stretched out his finger to trace a circle on the rim of the bowl. Then he stood up, turned around and left the inn.

The scene in the inn is strange, as if time has reversed, Jiuniang, Third Master and Little Cripple began to talk and do things upside down.

When the young Taoist priest finally crossed the threshold of the inn, everything was as before. The little lame man lay down on the wine table and dozed off, the old hunchback was smoking a dry cigarette on the other side of the door curtain, and Jiuniang was still making calculations. .

Everything is still.

Only the young Taoist priest’s wine bowl suddenly remained on the table.

He leaned back and looked towards the counter.

"Jiuniang" looked up at him coldly and looked at the young Taoist priest.

The young Taoist priest looked behind "Nine Niangs" and saw snow-white tails as thick as beams, crowded behind the woman.

The young Taoist priest counted the fox's tails, frowned, then quickly relaxed his brows and left with a smile.

"Jiuniang" said coldly: "Sooner or later you will be found out."

He had already left the inn, but the lingering voice lingered in the inn: "I can't ask for it, otherwise why would I do it this time?" It's a waste of time to deal with a young man who has to be protected by Taipingshan."

After a while.

The little lame man continued to snore slightly, the smoke continued to linger, and the woman's abacus made chaotic sounds.

After a long time, the woman caught a glimpse of the white bowl on the table. She slapped her palm on the abacus and said angrily: "Little cripple, you are blind. Why don't you accept the wine bowl on the table?" !"

The little cripple suddenly woke up and scratched his head when he saw an extra wine bowl on the table. He clearly remembered that it had been cleaned up, but he did not dare to talk to the unhappy boss lady. He talked back, put away the wine bowl and walked to the kitchen.

In the vast border area, a young man with a crooked Taoist crown sang loudly, "Collect the gourd, collect the wine gourd, collect the wine gourd to hold the wine, I love my little lady's delicate hands when pouring wine, As tender as a white jade lotus root..."

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Outside the ruined temple, the wind and rain were swaying.

But even such a heavy rain can make people smell the smell of blood.

Sui swept to the right side. Tonight, she did not fight like a swordsman at the inn, but held Chixin in her hand, and her body was as strong as a mountain ape. She moved around in the woods again and again, often in a hurry. The sword went away, and the sword energy was released, splitting the Daquan border soldiers in half with their armor.

Lu Baixiang went to the opposite direction to the right of Sui Dynasty, striding forward. As long as the soldiers of the border army came close with a sword, they would use it casually, which was different from the sword on the right side of Sui Dynasty.Together, Lu Baixiang would only pick the necks of armored soldiers, or "point" the foreheads of those frontier warriors with the tip of the blade, whether it was the blade or the sharp aura as thin as hair.

During this period, there were martial arts masters and military monks hiding among the ordinary border troops in the mountains and forests on both sides, waiting for opportunities to secretly attack Lu Baixiang and Sui Youyou.

More powerful crossbows are coming.

The aura on the right side of Sui's body was actually stronger than the aura of the sword in his hand.

She is worthy of being the first female sword fairy in the history of Lotus Flower Land to try to open the sky with a sword and ascend physically.

Lu Baixiang takes a leisurely stroll.

These are only the elite soldiers in the world. Even if they are mixed with a few slightly more difficult enemies, are they worthy of being "encircled and killed"? Don’t you know how many masters of good and evil gathered together in Lu Baixiang’s last battle before his death?

Moreover.

Together with Zhu Lian, the three people who came out of the picture scroll at the inn outside Hu'er Town are different from the past.

Sui Youyou devoted himself to practicing swordsmanship and quickly adapted to the flow of energy in this vast world. Why did Zhu Lian and Lu Baixiang slack off? There is a big difference between a Sixth Realm martial artist who needs to be distracted to adapt to the influx of spiritual energy from this side of the world, and a Sixth Realm peak martial artist whose realm is stable.

Directly in front of the gate of the ruined temple.

Chen Pingan only used Feijian on the 1st and 15th day of the lunar month to cooperate with the martial arts madman Zhu Lian, and raided the prince Liu Cong once. After that, he stopped taking action and still stood under the eaves carrying dead branches.

Xu Qingzhou, who was wearing military strategist's Golden Crow Jingwei Armor, and Caomu'an Immortal Master Xu Tong, as well as the group of monks accompanying the army stood in front of Liu Cong. Xu Tong, a talisman warrior and the lives of a monk accompanying the army were at risk. At the cost, this attack was blocked.

No way, Chen Pingan used all his methods to deal with Li Li, the eunuch in python suit. Xu Qingzhou and Xu Tong knew it all, so they had already anticipated the two flying swords that appeared on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. .

Liu Cong fought and retreated, while Xu Qingzhou and Xu Tong always protected the eldest prince.

The rest of the battle-hardened monks who accompanied the army tried their best to resist the attack of the rickety old man, and also paid attention to the short and capable man wearing snow-white armor who had not yet taken action.

With two thousand soldiers on the mountain, and three thousand who can climb the mountain for reinforcement at any time, plus all the military monks and martial arts masters who have been recruited with huge sums of money, Liu Cong does not expect that such a lineup can kill Chen Ping'an. and four grandmaster followers, but as long as two or three people are killed or seriously injured, it is enough to win the game.

At this moment, Zhu Lian is worthy of the nickname "Martial Madman".

The whole body is supported from all directions, the whole body is like a spring, and it is as fast as thunder.

As soon as there was any disturbance, the monks accompanying the army had the sneak attack method of pressing the bottom of the box. Their hair was like a halberd, and they could predict the situation accurately and dodge it accurately.

When Zhu Lian rushed to kill, the rickety old man was accustomed to bending down more and more, with his hands hanging on the ground. Every time he stepped on the ground, he didn't know where he was shooting like an arrow. His body was too fast.

Seizing an opportunity, Zhu Lian appeared like a ghost to a middle-aged soldier.In front of the monk, he punched the man in front of him in the abdomen, and then used the body that died suddenly on the spot as a shield to block the sword of Xu Tong, a silver-armored warrior. After throwing away the body, he instantly moved sideways, and then moved forward several times. Without even looking, he hit the monk accompanying the army on the head with one arm. It shattered into pieces and turned into a headless corpse, which fell heavily several feet away.

Wei Xian, who was wearing one of the eight ancestral nectar armors of Xiyue, used his hands to grab the monks' spiritual weapons that passed by Zhu Lian. As long as he caught them in his hand, he would either crush them or burst them. He bent it with both hands.

In addition, there were also border troops armed with swords and armor who continued to pour out from both sides of the road.

Wei Xian began to retreat.

Zhu Lian often slapped his hands and kicked his feet, throwing the spiritual weapons controlled by the monks towards Wei Xian. Wei Xian not only wanted to kill the armored soldiers rushing towards the ruined temple, but also wanted to catch Zhu Lian and throw them away. of tatters.

Liu Cong, who was far away on the mountain road, tried his best to look at the battlefield with a normal expression, and asked: "Do I really want to use up my five thousand troops? Is it necessary to pile these guys to death with five thousand lives?" "

Xu Qingzhou said in a deep voice: "This can only be the case. Xu Tong and I, as well as the three people arranged by His Highness in advance, will seize the opportunity and give these four people a fatal blow while they are taking a breather. Just try not to let these people die in vain."

Liu Cong tightened his grip on the sword at his waist, his veins exposed, "Why is the content recorded in the intelligence so different from the strength of the four martial arts masters in front of me? How big?”

Immortal Master Xu Tong said bitterly: “Actually, General Xu and I are even more confused than your Highness. We were able to compete with our opponents at the inn. If we fight against each other tonight, I will. He and General Xu will definitely die."

Liu Cong exhaled, "I don't blame you, it's Chen Ping'an who hid too deeply. It doesn't matter. No matter how heavy our casualties are, we can make up for it from this guy. !"

Under the eaves of the ruined temple, Chen Pingan looked down and saw the jade plaque of the Zushitang given to him by the young Taoist priest of Taiping Mountain hanging around his waist. Chen Pingan fell into deep thought.

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