The next morning, Madara woke up and went to look for the orange cat, and sure enough, the orange cat was nowhere to be seen.

The same consciousness that had been left on the orange cat had also lost contact.

He climbed out of bed and ran downstairs to find Yang Youyi, who was talking to the shopkeeper, and told her that his cat seemed to have run out, and he wanted to go out to find it.

"I'll help you. ”

Yang Youyi was about to get up, when she saw the little guy shaking her head at her with the corners of her mouth pursed, "It's better for me to go out and find it myself, the cat may be scared away when it sees a living person." ”

"That's right. ”

Yang Youyi then sat down again, "Pay attention to safety, this side is about to start a war with its neighbors again." ”

War?

Madara didn't quite understand the meaning of the word, but now that he wanted to go out, he didn't bother with it, nodded and walked out.

Out of the inn, although the weather is sunny and sunny, there are still few people on the street, and a street can be seen at a glance.

Madara casually found a corner where no one was around, took out the remaining Divine Talisman, and pasted it on his body without hesitation.

The vision shifted, and when the vertigo was gone, Madara looked around, revealing some blank expressions at the surrounding wilderness.

Where is this?

What about Dong Wusheng?

Just as Madara was looking around blankly, he heard a whisper from behind the bushes not far away.

"Where's the kid?"

"Go and take him away! The soldiers of the Sandbank Country will be coming in a moment!"

Madara wanted to walk over and ask if anyone had seen Dong Wusheng, but before he could take a step, he heard another voice from behind the bushes, and tried his best to dissuade him, "You can't go out!

“......”

It seemed that those people didn't want him to pass.

Madara stopped and looked around.

He didn't know where he was going, and he didn't dare to walk around casually, after all, the Divine Talisman teleported him here, which meant that Dong Wusheng should be around here.

After a while, Madara heard a kicking sound in the distance, and when he looked up, he saw some dark shadows at the end of his vision.

When the shadows got closer, they saw a group of soldiers on horseback.

Someone is coming......

Why do those people have knives in their hands?

Madara stepped aside and ducked behind a tree, then watched in amazement as the pair of centaurs fell into the trap as they reached the spot where they were standing.

He had just stood on it, obviously nothing......

In the bushes next to it, many people who were also wearing iron armor and armed with machetes were killed, and the two groups of people were close to each other, even if it was a scuffle.

The clatter of swords and halberds, the neighing and wailing of soldiers, the muffled sound of horses being pierced through the flesh by sharp weapons at the bottom of the pit as they fall into a trap...... Madara shivered between the horse's hooves and the blade, and occasionally stray arrows passed him.

What's going on......

Everywhere he looked, Madara didn't know where to run, and when he saw an arrow coming straight at him, he gathered his spiritual power in front of him in the shape of a shield, wondering if he could stop the seemingly unstoppable arrow.

Out of nowhere, another arrow flew and collided with the one that shot at him in the air, and both of them fell to the ground.

Madara unconsciously took a few steps backwards, hitting a soft object on his back, and he looked back to see a corpse with round eyes falling straight at him.

Directly in front of the corpse, there was another person holding up the machete, probably with a red eye, and he didn't see clearly that a child was standing next to him, and when the knife was raised, he didn't catch it, and slashed it down when he swung his head at Madara—

"Qiang—"

Someone on his side swung a knife to meet him, and took the knife for Madara.

Madara glanced up as he retreated, only to see a pair of turquoise eyes hidden behind his skull.

The two were at a stalemate for less than a moment, when an arrow flew and pierced the chest of the man who was fighting with the blue-eyed master.

"Don't stay here, kids!

The blue-eyed master glanced at him, pointed him in the right direction, and then didn't have time to take care of him, and went straight to meet the sword of the next man.

Madara didn't have time to respond, and turned around and fled in that direction.

In total, he didn't escape a few steps, and the rain of swords and arrows had already dodged several waves, although every time arrows flew to save him from fire and water, but the human legs and horses' hooves came one after another, and Madara still had some difficulty dodging in them.

The blue-eyed soldier seemed to notice Madara's predicament, and after killing the enemy in front of him, he rushed to his side, picking him up and rushing out of the battlefield.

"It should be safe here for the time being, you stay here first. ”

Blue Eyes pressed Madara's shoulder and admonished.

With that, Blue Eyes quickly got up and wanted to join the battlefield again.

At the moment when she got up, Madara saw a flying arrow shooting from behind her, and he subconsciously held up the spiritual power shield, but the spiritual power shield only supported in front of the flying arrow for less than a moment, and then shattered into a spiritual power mass and dissipated into the air.

The force of the arrow blocked the spiritual shield, and the speed slowed down slightly, nailing it to the blue-eyed armor, only to hear a crisp sound, and the blue-eyed armor split in half and rolled off her shoulder.

A long wavy hair as dazzling as gold fell along with the tumbling armor.

"It's that archer again!"

Blue-Eyes whispered to herself in a solemn tone, and she turned her head, her gaze sharply scanning a few places suitable for the archers to hide, and finally fixed her gaze on a tall beech tree on a high slope.

She raised her hand and threw her machete, and Madara saw it arc through the air like a living one, slashing towards the canopy of the beech tree.

It seems that I feel the breath of spiritual power...... Is it Swordsmanship?

Madara looked up at the blue eyes, and due to the height difference, he could only see a neck that was white and glowing in the sunlight.

An arrow shot from between the canopy of the beech tree, colliding with a machete in the air, shattering into powder in two.

A long sword appeared out of thin air in the blue eye's hand, this sword was obviously not of the same level as the previous machete, and Madara could clearly feel the spiritual power fluctuations coming from the sword.

Blue-Eyed chased after him with his sword, and in the blink of an eye, Blue-Eyed was already in front of the archer.

It was obvious that the bow and arrow at such a close distance would no longer come in handy, so the archer simply threw away the bow in his hand and fought with the blue-eyed swordsmanship with a strange palm.

The palm technique used by the archers seemed to have been specially created to deal with the monks, and every time they collided with the blue-eyed sword, there was a sound of spiritual power being corroded where the palms and swords touched.

However, the battle between the two did not end there, as time passed, the archers' movements became noticeably slower and slower, and gradually they began to lose their ability to catch the blue-eyed sword skills.

Finally, Blue-Eyed slashed through the archer's armor with a sword, and the archer barely turned his head to avoid it, and the tip of the sword slashed shallow across the archer's neck, leaving a trail of blood.

The archer's head armor rolled down, revealing the face of an unremarkable man, which at this time had a faint smile on it.

Twelve golden pillars of light rose from the ground, encircling the blue eyes.

The golden intricate mantra was accompanied by an ethereal Sanskrit sound coming from nowhere, like a golden ribbon, wrapped around the golden pillar of light, slowly spiraling upward.

The archer clutched his bleeding neck, picked up a machete from the ground, looked at the blue eyes trapped in the formation, and lowered his head and coughed.

Blue eyes stood in the twelve golden pillars of light, like a child who strayed into the temple of the gods, she swung her sword and slashed at those golden pillars of light, but she couldn't shake it, she could only watch the pillar of light collapse, and the heavenly dome built by the golden light also collapsed with an instant, just like the real heavenly pillar was broken, the sky collapsed, and the small world surrounded by the golden light seemed to be buried forever in a piece of heaven and earth with blue eyes.

"Your Majesty!"

"Protect Your Majesty—"

Madara stared at this scene with wide eyes, he couldn't tell what it had brought him, he just longed for the power in it for no reason and sincerely.