Old Master Zeng did not fall into the flames, he was held in the arms of a young man.

Fei Yao still maintained a running posture, not because he wanted this, but because he couldn't move, not only that he couldn't move, but no one in the whole square could move, except for those Confucian students in green shirts and blood.

The young man just hugged the old man and walked to Gao Dalin's side step by step, and a girl in white was bending down to look at the arrow wounds on Gao Dalin's body.

Li Qing gently put the old man down, held his breath and stood like this, although he knew the ability of the lotus, but Gao Dalin's injury was too serious, dozens of sharp arrows passed through the chest, although the lotus is extraordinary, but after all, it is a human, not a god.

The Confucian students in green shirts surrounded the inner three floors and the outer three floors, and even the old master Zeng couldn't take care of his exhaustion, and he also stood beside Gao Dalin and waited anxiously.

The square was silent, except for the north wind and heavy snowfall.

After an unknown time, the girl in white slowly straightened up.

"How is it?" Li Qing asked this question with difficulty, but some things have to be faced eventually.

"General Gao's injury is too serious," White Lotus shook her head, her eyes were a little red, flashing with crystal light, "I barely protected my heart, the most important thing at the moment is to take out these arrows as soon as possible, just, just...", White Lotus couldn't go on, looking at the Confucian students' eyes full of expectation, White Lotus hated herself a little, if her ability was stronger, she wouldn't disappoint them.

Li Qing patted Lotus's back lightly, his own woman, how could Li Qing not know her intentions? He didn't let Lotus continue, since he wanted to take out the arrow, he naturally had to rush to the city as soon as possible, such an arrow wound, Lotus alone is not enough, but also a good doctor in the army.

Untied his robe, Li Qing tore it into strips one by one, and walked to Gao Dalin's side, he wanted to tie Gao Dalin to himself and take him back to the city as soon as possible.

"Young man," after the healing of the lotus flower, Gao Dalin's face turned a little bloody. Seriously tied Gao Dalin to himself, then stood up, carried a gun, and walked towards the outside of the nunnery step by step.

Fei Yao looked at the young man who was getting closer and closer, the snowflakes fluttering in the square had become as red as blood, the north wind was howling, and the blood in the air was getting heavier and heavier.

The young man's expression was calm, but Fei Yao's heart had already jumped wildly, I don't know how many people had died in fear and despair in front of him over the years, and now it was finally his turn to endure such suffering.

Fei Yao wanted to speak, he wanted to tell the young man that all this was instructed by the surname Wu, and that there was a debtor and a debtor, and he should find the surname Wu to settle the account. It's a pity that he couldn't speak, not even a word, until the spear went through his chest. Fei Yao was desperate, Master Wu was right, many people were going to die in Cixiao Nunnery today, but he didn't expect that he was the first to die.

Blood-like snowflakes flew wildly, and the north wind howled, as if singing for the spirit of these scholars and the generosity of the blood of the strong men.

Fei Yao died, drowned in the blood-colored wind and snow, and was wrenched into ashes in an instant.

Crying hard, he knew that most of these heroes were soft-hearted, as long as they showed sadness and remorse, most of them would be able to pick up their lives, after all, neither Gao Dalin nor that scholar was harmed by himself, he was just a dog who obeyed orders.

But soon he also despaired, and the boy came step by step, blood still dripping from the tip of the gun, and he cried so sadly that the boy did not even look at it.

The deadly spear moved again, cold and merciless, laborious and drowned in the wind and snow.

The killing intent in the square is getting heavier and heavier, and even the fish dragon, who has been licking blood with a knife for many years, feels frightened.

Although he was only a hundred cavalry commanders, Yuhualong was fortunate to follow the mountain gods and participated in that tragic battle in his early years. At that time, Yuhualong was just a hairy boy, and he had not joined the army for two years, but that battle left a deep impression on him, and he still bears the imprint of that battle on his back.

That day was also like this wind and snow, no, the wind and snow were even more violent than today, but the killing intent, the killing intent in the wind and snow was exactly the same, the blood-like wind and snow, like the god of death who came out of hell, if it wasn't for the Night King's action, don't talk about yourself, even the Hou Ye may not be able to come back.

After so many years, Yuhualong never thought that one day he would encounter the same situation as he did back then, looking at the oncoming boy, in the eyes of Yuhualong, the figure of the young man gradually became one with the god of death back then.

The fish dragon knew that he would not have the same luck as he did back then, he was just a hundred horsemen, how could a big man like the Night King appear here for himself?

Although he knew that he would die, Yuhualong still tried his best to stand tall, as a soldier, it was his fate to die on the battlefield, he was not afraid, he just wanted to die less wretched, and die like a soldier.

Li Qing came step by step, if he stayed on other occasions, for the man in front of him, Li Qing might spare his life. But where is this? It was said to be a nunnery, but now it is a battlefield for Li Qing, there are only comrades and enemies on the battlefield, and when you treat the enemy, Li Qing will not care if you are a hero or a despicable villain, Li Qing will only speak with the spear in his hand.

The fish dragon saw the spear getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, the blood-colored lotus, the roaring dragon head, and the cold and merciless eyes, and he knew that he was finished. The fish dragon has always thought that he is brave enough, he is not afraid of death, in many battles, countless brushes with death, he has never flinched.

But today is different, the spear seems to be fast, and it seems to be very slow, the fish dragon feels that he has waited for a long time, he watched the spear approach little by little, at first he could still keep his eyes open, but fear, the fear of death, followed him like a shadow, like a beast out of a cage, gnawing at his heart little by little.

After all, the fish dragon still closed his eyes, he was indeed afraid, maybe death is not terrible for some people, but waiting for death is enough to make most people fearful, desperate, and frightened.

After waiting for a long time with his eyes closed, Yuhualong felt that this moment was as long as a thousand years, he shouted in his heart, hurry up, come quickly, he couldn't hold on, he felt that he was shaking, shaking, tears crossed his cheeks and flowed into his mouth, it was bitter and salty.

The spear didn't stab him, and the man in front of him was already shaking, tears and snot flowing all over his clothes, but Li Qing didn't feel pity for him, he just felt the danger. Obviously, there was no one in the square, no one, but Li Qing just felt that there was a knife behind him, as a master of the Divine Mansion Realm, Li Qing did not doubt his judgment at all.

The fish dragon finally mustered up the courage to open his eyes, and to his surprise, the boy stood in front of him, and the sharp spear would never be more than an inch away from him, but the boy didn't move, not at all.

The White Lotus walked behind Li Qing, and without paying attention, she almost hit Gao Dalin's body, and she was startled and quickly stopped. It's not been a day or two since she followed Li Qing, and White Lotus knew that Brother Qing'er must be in trouble, she didn't make a sound, and she didn't move, she believed her Brother Qing'er.

The Confucian scholars in green shirts carried the old master Zeng and his hard-injured companions, they had not practiced kung fu, so they naturally did not know the danger in front of them, but they believed that the young men and women in front of them, seeing the white lotus waving, the Confucian scholars did not hesitate at all, and stood together in the wind and snow. They kept dusting off the snowflakes on the old master and his companions, and kept warming their frozen bodies, although they themselves were shivering from the cold, but no one complained.

The wind and snow slapped on Li Qing's face like a knife, it was very painful and cold, but Li Qing didn't dare to move, because he had never encountered such a situation. Obviously, the whole square is shrouded in its own world, and it is clear that it can sense the presence of the enemy, but there is no way to find out where the enemy is. This feeling is like a child facing a big man, the child knows the existence of the big man, but he just can't hit him, and as long as the big man moves his fingers, the next moment will definitely be the child.

What should I do? I can wait, and Lotus can wait, but what about Gao Dalin? What about the old master Zeng and the scholar whose life was on the verge of death? Now every quarter of an hour of delay, they may lose their lives.

Although he was not sure, the situation was urgent, and Li Qing decided to give it a go.

The north wind howled, and a green shoot suddenly grew on the blood-like earth, swaying gently in the cold wind. In the blink of an eye, the shoots had risen and turned into small saplings. The sapling grew branches and leaves, one, two, three, and three-leaf small trees swayed, as if they were still a little unfamiliar with the world they had just arrived. Suddenly flowers bloomed on the branches and leaves, and flames were ignited, milky white flames, and the flames flowed gently, caressing the flowers, branches, and in an instant the whole small tree burned, and the blood-colored earth was gradually covered with a layer of black soil, and a stalagmite rose from the ground, rising higher and higher, and a clear spring flowed down from among the stones, ding ding dong.

The black dirt became more and more and thicker, and in a short time, the soil surged up like a wave, rising higher and higher, and in a blink of an eye, the whole square was covered in black mud.

"Let's go!" Li Qing knew that these dirt could not stop the enemy for long, there were many Confucian students here, but he only had two hands, where could he save so many people?

With Gao Dalin on his back, the White Lotus and the old master Zeng had one in one hand, and the huge Geng golden wings were flying, and Li Qing was like a bolt of lightning.

Seeing that there was a temple gate in front of him, Li Qing's wings flapped more urgently, but at this time, a hammer appeared in front of him.

Whew, the hammer is not big, but it is very direct, with the wind, just a hammer, the black dirt is scattered, and the hammer passes through the dirt and goes straight to the door.

Li Qing is carrying people in both hands at this moment, and now he is in the air, who will he leave behind?