Jian Qiushan knew that he had to fight quickly, and if the injuries of Ye Jiong and the wolf hunters could not be treated in time, he was afraid that he would stay here. As soon as he thought of this, Jian Qiushan did not hesitate any longer, the blue, white, and blue three-color books unfolded in the air, and the sound of Lang Lang's books resounded in the night sky, and the big characters that flashed with golden light flew around, and they disappeared into the bodies of the army.

Wei Chen and a group of archers followed Jian Qiushan out to handle the case for the first time, originally thought that although this white-faced scholar was a good official, he was only afraid that he would have to be taken care of by someone in the battle array, but at this time, he suddenly felt that the aura in his body was surging, and the previous fatigue was swept away, and his body seemed to be full of strength again, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed in his heart, and then looked at Jian Qiushan, his eyes were full of admiration.

"Kill-" I don't know who shouted, and then hundreds of sergeants roared in unison, and for a moment the morale was like a rainbow, and the fighting spirit was boiling, causing the surrounding fog to roll and stir, and the snowflakes in the air were scattered and flying.

"My lord," a faint cry came from his arms, Jian Qiushan looked down, and saw that Ye Jiong was struggling to speak, and every time he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Jian Qiushan had the intention to stop it, but he knew that what Ye Jiong said at this time must be very important, so he gritted his teeth and endured it again.

"My lord," Ye Jiong almost tried his best, "Beware of the snowflakes," Ye Jiong's voice was a little hoarse, but he still insisted on it, "protect your face." After saying a word, it seemed that he had a matter on his mind, his head drooped, and he passed out.

Jian Qiushan's heart froze, beckoned to summon the herald, and commanded in a low voice.

The rapid drum sounded, but it was not the agreed order in the army, and all the troops were shocked and looked at it together. I saw a few sergeants standing high on the horses, pulling down the visors of their helmets, and saying that their whole faces were tightly protected.

Although the army did not know why, the order in the army was forbidden, and there was no need to explain too much, one by one, they followed the order, and some of them were wrapped in the whistling wind and snow, screaming and falling off their horses, but more sergeants pulled down their armor in time and were able to be saved, Jian Qiushan exhaled heavily, and his heart was so dangerous.

Pei Baifa has been following Jian Qiushan for several years, and after seeing such a scene, he knows Jian Qiushan's decision in his heart. The sword in his hand was raised high, and with a bang, the red knife qi was like a raging flame, rolling up the old high, and the snow and fog around him were burned a lot lighter, and the five hundred flying tigers each raised the knife, and the raging flames soared into the air, entangled with each other and turned into a flame flying tiger several zhang high and more than ten zhang long, and ran towards the clouds and mist with a roar.

Seeing this, Wei Chen also shouted, and the rain of arrows in the air scattered and wrapped downward, and the two hundred wind-chasing archers suddenly turned into a black falcon and followed the giant tiger to pounce.

A young man stood beside Jian Qiushan like a javelin, and behind him stood ten swordsmen in Tsing Yi, like ten sharp swords inserted around Jian Qiushan. Dozens of wolf hunter cavalrymen who were still able to stand each other, each holding a sword, supported each other to protect the fallen comrades.

"Roar—" With a roar, a bone snake was knocked away by the giant tiger, turning into a sky full of white bones and scattered in the fog.

A giant white jade bee was pecked by a falcon, and fell to the ground with a wail, struggling a few times but finally unable to get up again.

"Boom—" A rock beetle crashed into the flame tiger without knowing whether it was alive or dead, and the next moment it was already torn apart, and its long scythe-like feet flew out of the distance, sticking diagonally into the ground, trembling endlessly.

"Yo-" A shrill chirp sounded, and the fog faded around them, revealing a courtyard in the distance.

Li Qing had already made up his mind, and walked towards the fog against the wind and snow, the fog around him was extremely heavy, and it was already white and vast a few steps away, and he couldn't see any scenery. Li Qing closed his eyes, quietly perceiving, wisps of aura spread, the surrounding grass and trees responded happily, Li Qing only felt that he had countless pairs of eyes, although the eyes could not see, but the surrounding scene was delicate.

Li Qing walked slowly like this, and after walking a short distance, the fog around him gradually disappeared, revealing a courtyard with green tiles and white walls, green wood and sparse bamboo, and two brown wooden doors ajar, as if the owner already knew that a guest was coming.

Li Qing calmed down, walked slowly to the door, gently pushed the door open, and did not rush in, but stood outside the door and looked.

Along the gate is a bluestone path with stone statues standing on both sides of the path. At the end of the path, there is a pavilion with low thatched eaves, and there is a stone table in the pavilion, and two stone cups are steaming from a furnace of clear tea, and the fragrance of tea comes from afar, refreshing people's hearts. There was a white-clothed boy sitting next to the stone, and a beautiful girl was standing next to him, who was gently shaking a pu fan to make a tea there, and when she heard the sound, the young man did not look up, but the girl turned her head to look at it, and smiled, as if she was greeting.

Li Qing has already walked here, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, he has to break through, he has his clothes straightened, and the red long knife is in his hand, and he walks in like this.

As soon as Li Qing stepped on the stone path, the stone statue standing in front of him suddenly moved, it was a giant man with an axe, and the big axe in his hand slashed down, with a terrible sound of wind.

Li Qing didn't look at it, the long knife in his hand was suddenly handed out, and through the heavy axe shadow was stabbing in the chest of the strong man, the stone statue shattered, turned into smoke and disappeared in all directions.

"Huh-huh-" The two big men holding blood-colored scimitars danced together, the sword light was like a match, not like the mighty giants, just a simple single knife, but Li Qing felt that the upper and lower left and right were shrouded by the knife intent, and there was no way to avoid it.

The two long knives in Li Qing's hands stabbed out like lightning, hitting the scimitar one after another, the crisp sound of the exchange was endless, the two scimitars had not been cut off and had been taken aside, rubbing Li Qing's body and roaring, but Li Qing grabbed the front, and the long knife was slashed on the waists of the two big men, and the two big men also turned into green smoke and disappeared.

The melodious music sounded, four women in white danced in the wind, the green bamboo swayed, the tulle rippled in the wind, the white body loomed, the woman murmured like a dream, and seemed to be telling her long-lost lover about lovesickness.

Li Qing only felt that his body was hot and unbearable, and a flame rose up, and he just thought about rushing forward immediately to hug these women and show mercy.

The young man after Shi Ji originally saw Li Qing pass two levels in a row, and his face was already surprised, but at this time, seeing Li Qing's eyes red and shortness of breath, he couldn't help but shake his head lightly, and lowered his head to taste tea.

Although the flame rose in his heart, Li Qing knew that if he couldn't hold it today, it would be an abyss, and it would be difficult to turn back. Barely urging the aura, the long knife in his hand was blazing.

When the four women saw it, they suddenly lifted the tulle, and the tulle fluttered, gradually turning into snowflakes and flying in all directions, towards Li Qing.

Seeing this snowflake, Li Qing's eyes flashed in front of his eyes, and a chill swept through his body, he hurriedly closed his eyes, let the snowflakes fall on his body, and wrapped Li Qing into a snowman in an instant, but Li Qing's heart gradually became clear.

Seeing that the enemy had been sealed and sensed, the four women couldn't help but let go, turning into four huge moths, and between the flapping of their thin wings, several long mouthparts stretched out like lightning, stabbing at Li Qing like spears.