The sky was already starting to get gloomy.

There was a gust of wind in the Tibetan Soldier Valley, blowing pear blossoms all over the sky, poignant and bleak.

In front of the Hundred Zhanggao Soldier Casting Pavilion, there were hundreds of disciples of the art characters around him, and the fifth uncle of the Jiang family, who was staring at the giant gate of the Casting Pavilion, unconsciously gathered his robes. Stretched out his hand and twisted the two strands of gray hair hanging down his temples, and his slightly squinted eyes had a sense of autumn coolness and loneliness.

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family, who felt that the general situation had been decided, said with emotion: "Uncle Puyang, how is the fifth uncle?"

The rickety figure beside him who was carrying a sword habitually lowered his head: "According to the old slave, only one son does not know the fixed number." ”

With the strength of the Fu who does not lose to any of the spiritual realms, the red armor is trapped in Shushan Moyan, and the 30,000 soldiers of the Qingli army led by Peng Jiusuo besiege the organ city, so that the 3,000 Tiefutu have no time to take care of him, and there is the Puyang sword head who has just entered the realm of the catastrophe, and more than half of the disciples in the Tibetan Soldier Valley are under his command...... At the moment when the old man of the Jiang family had already entered the Yellow Spring, no matter how he looked at it, Jiang Manlou probably had no life to walk out of the Casting Pavilion.

This is the only ending that the fifth uncle of the Jiang family calculated after thinking about it, teaching him how to be as hearty as an autumn rain.

Fantasizing that from today onwards, the position of the head of the first family in the world will fall into the bag, and the fifth uncle of the Jiang family is full of emotion in his heart.

He just asked casually, but he never thought that there were variables hidden in the doomed death!

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family raised his eyebrows: "Oh?

Somehow, the old sword head of Puyang, who broke his promise to help the abuse, said: "Arrow Eight who has never been born or will be born. ”

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family smiled disapprovingly: "Old sword leader, don't you think that those two boys who don't know whether to live or die can make the arrow eight who are destined to rank in the top ten divine soldiers willing to be driven by him?"

Puyang Jianshou had a hoarse voice, and he didn't raise his head from beginning to end: "The old slave is just worried." ”

Whether it was before going up the mountain and entering the academy or after going down the mountain, the Puyang Sword Leader, who had always been secretly responsible for Jiang Manlou's safety, was very tight, and the young people who fought with him in the Casting Pavilion had quite a bit of a background. He was able to carry the Sheji Mountains and Rivers Diagram to survive to this day, and condensed the catalogue into the Yuan Shen and inherited the Wuxiang Dao Zongchuan Sect...... Such a Junjie, who was listed as the second in the new list of Tianque by Tianji Pavilion, would not make him feel unbelievable if he did anything.

Anything here including Arrow Eight is born!

Although the fifth uncle of the Jiang family didn't know who the young man with the silver fox face mask was.

......

Heavy rain arrived as scheduled.

Under the gray sky, the pouring rain beat down the 30,000 soldiers who were arrayed to be extremely solemn, cleaning the dignified Changge into a new and dazzling one. Before the besieging army formation, Peng Jiu, Jiang Mangong and others still looked at the city tower and did not move.

The bored horse shook its front hooves.

There was a splash of water under the iron hooves.

This line Peng Jiu is very clear about his task. As he said to Jiang Manlou, he just came here for the Futu Iron Armor. The reason why he brought these 30,000 Qingli troops was, to put it bluntly, not to take precautions, but to temporarily borrow the fox and fake tiger power.

He knew that before he set off for Tibing Mountain, the military advisor had already paved the way.

All he had to do was simply follow this path.

That's all.

So he saw the assassination of the old lady of the Jiang family by the head of the Puyang sword in the past, the fifth uncle of the Jiang family completely tore his face with Jiang Manlou and never stopped, he saw the Fu general Hongjia man who was cast by Shushan Moyan against the disciples of Shuzi, and saw the wonderful scenes constantly staged within the Jiang family.

This time it was a feast for his eyes, and it also made Peng Jiuda begin to admire the military advisor's calculations from the bottom of his heart.

Whether it is the key to the internal contradictions of the Jiang family in the Tibetan soldiers of the Tibetan Soldiers Mountain, or the decisive figure who determines the outcome of the outcome in this internal struggle, they are all within the calculation of the military division.

Among them, I have to mention the Puyang sword leader.

Let an old slave whose heart is like ashes and is willing to repay the kindness of the Jiang family for a hundred years for a hundred years kill the former Engong with his own hands, if he does not calculate the heart of this person, how can there be these later things? I am afraid that the corpse is standing up in the torrential rain now, and it is the Jiang family who will inherit the family business of Tibing Mountain in the future!

Jiang Mangong, who had been thinking about it for a long time, turned his head and glanced at Peng Jiu: "Brother has always had a question in his heart. ”

After the overall situation of the Jiang family has been decided, Peng Jiu, who has to complete the order of the military advisor and bring back more than a thousand pairs of Tiefutu, did not have any shelf: "Brother Mangong, please speak." ”

"That Puyang sword head has a great relationship with the old lady, and my eldest brother is actually like a master and apprentice, and the younger brother really can't figure out how the military master persuaded this person to surrender to my father. ”

Peng Jiu said with a smile: "What the military advisor said, the world's infatuation, is nothing more than a grievance and hatred. This Puyang sword leader is willing to repay the favor for a hundred years as a slave, and naturally has no revenge to avenge and no resentment. The root of what can shake it or repay it is still that love word after all. ”

Jiang Mangong seemed to understand: "I seem to have heard that the old lady was kind to the head of the Puyang sword at the beginning, like because of a woman." ”

Peng Jiu narrowed his eyes and looked at the organ tower: "Not long ago, the military master found that woman. ”

......

A muffled thunder rolled across the sky.

In the midst of the heavy rain, the huge gate of the Casting Pavilion slowly opened, and a slender figure with a blood-stained robe came into view, carrying a long sword.

That's Jiang Manlou.

Jiang Manlou, who looked a little embarrassed but did not damage the name of the world's first family, walked out with a sword.

The heavy rain washed the body of the ink attack sword, washing away the red blood of many people before they died.

The silver-white blade is revealed.

The Divine Soldier Ink Attack is inch-sharp, flickering and dazzling.

Jiang Manlou flipped his wrist.

A cold light swam from the blade and finally disappeared at the end of the sword's tip.

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family looked at the empty door of the Casting Pavilion, and then looked at his nephew playfully: "It's just you, it's okay, one is dead, one is alive, it's not too disappointed!"

Jiang Manlou grinned: "This time, I'm afraid I'm really going to disappoint the fifth uncle." ”

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family frowned slightly.

There was another muffled thunder overhead.

Hundreds of eyes outside the Forge Pavilion looked at the dim sky in unison.

Where are thunderclouds rolling in the sky?

I saw that the top of the towering Armor Casting Pavilion suddenly shot out a burst of light. The flash of light broke through the pavilion and rushed into the sky, turning into a figure and falling suddenly in an instant.

It was Luo Changfeng with a silver fox face mask.

Luo Changfeng, who held the eight arrows of the divine soldier that exuded golden radiance.

The Puyang sword head beside the fifth uncle of the Jiang family raised his eyes slightly, he smelled an extremely dangerous smell, and he subconsciously raised his sword and stepped forward to protect the fifth uncle of the Jiang family behind him.

In the majestic rain, the Puyang sword slashed into a forest.

At this time, Luo Changfeng, who fell in mid-air, made a big move, and a red arrow with a whole body in the fiery hearth of the Casting Pavilion trembled violently, and it suddenly flew out in a tremor when he felt it summoned by the Eight Divine Arrows. The golden black arrow drew a ray of fire in the sky, and then flew into Luo Changfeng's hand.

Luo Changfeng draws his bow and arrows!

The first arrow of the Divine Soldier Arrow Eight!

The loud sound of the golden crow pierced the dim sky and resounded through the heavens and the earth.

A three-legged golden crow with fireworks flapping its wings of the fire cloud and flying towards the Puyang sword head below.

Wherever the golden crow flew, the torrential rain was burning.

Puyang Sword, with a rickety figure and a slave tattoo on his face, had fear in his eyes.