Ao Fenggu's face was finally moved, and he shouted: "Old Nine! ”

Lao Jiu's figure swept away, jumped off the cliff, wrapped Huang Yiyi in mid-air, his body soared, and a snake's head wrapped around a raised mountain rock on the cliff, and finally stopped the downward trend.

Ao Fenggu sighed.

Soon after, eight hundred miles north of the Blue Bird Country, a long line appeared on the mountain road, running for a long distance, leaving these people in the dust. At the front of the line, on a carriage, the head of the Huang family took a sip of water to moisten his chapped lips, and turned to look at the team behind him that stretched to the foot of the mountain.

The old servant said: "Master, rest for a while, it's been three days of walking day and night, and the man can't stay up, let alone those old people and children." ”

A look of unbearability flashed in the eyes of the head of the family, but his eyes quickly became resolute, "Speed up, you can't stop, the chasing soldiers will come soon!" ”

"But ......"

"It's nothing," the head of the family looked to the north, took a deep breath, and showed a fascinated expression, "I already feel the breath of the ghost ancestor, the ghoul bloodline in my body is awakening, as long as there is the protection of the ghost ancestor, our Huang family will become stronger and stronger." ”

His face turned pale, and he said resolutely: "Don't stop, go quickly!" The old servant dissuaded again: "But sir, more than 200 people have been left behind. ”

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the head of the Huang family, "They are weak people, and the powerful Huang family doesn't need them!" ”

Seeing the ruthless eyes of the head of the house, the old servant only felt extremely strange, and a chill arose in his heart.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion at the back of the line. "Look, what's that?"

"Someone's coming!"

Not far away, on a low hill, battle flags fluttered, and white-armored knights spread like a tide.

"It's General Tingwu's Flying Feather Army!" The old servant's eyes were full of despair, "It's over, they're catching up!" ”

The Flying Feather Army is killing all over the mountains.

At this moment, a long rainbow crossed the sky and fell directly to the back of the Huang family's team.

The man looked up at his people on the mountain path.

"It's an eyebrow!"

"He's here to save us!"

Huang Yimei turned around, faced the charging Feiyu Army, and clenched the iron sword in his hand, "Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness have been in a dilemma, so I will stay here for my life." ”

The young sword cultivator rushed into the torrent of iron hooves, moving forward, just like his sword.

On that day, the blood of the Huang family stained the mountains and forests red. Soon after, the news came back, and the entire league shuddered.

The Ghost Ancestor led the army south, and the corpse was full of qi, but was stopped by Ling Bo Sakura.

The beast king went all the way and killed all the way, but he was stopped by the barbarian Qing and one knife in front of the Qinghe king.

The elven king led the strongest in the clan, but was intercepted by the scholar and failed to get out of the forest for half a step.

The martial arts road is like mountaineering, and the three people standing at the highest place are all blocked by the people in the back mountain.

The situation for the Terrans looks to be improving, but everyone knows that the outlook is still not optimistic.

The woman at the top of Kunlun is still recuperating from her injuries.

The Phoenix Clan is like a dormant beast, as long as the Phoenix Lord is injured, this beast will pounce out and eat people.

Kunlun in the north, the top of the sacred tree.

Huang Bingyu stood outside the courtyard, bowing his head slightly.

In the small courtyard, the Phoenix Lord is bending over, taking care of the flower pots, since she came back from the Valley of the Dang God, she has made these dozens of flower pots, carefully taking care of them all day long, rain or shine.

No one knew why the Phoenix Lord was suddenly interested in these things, or where the branches in this pot came from.

"Since you are the Ruling Palace Master, the Ruling Divine Palace will listen to your orders," the Phoenix Lord looked at Ye Xiuhong in the courtyard, and said indifferently, "But in front of the real strong, the number is meaningless, the sheep are the sheep, no matter how many there are, it is impossible to defeat the tiger." ”

Ye Xiuhong said respectfully: "Lord Xie Huang instructed. ”

The Phoenix Lord said: "This is the war of the strong, and when the overall situation has been decided, it is not too late to send out the knights to adjudicate." ”

Ye Xiuhong said: "Yes." ”

Lord Huang waved his hand, "Stand down." ”

"There is one more thing," Ye Xiuhong hesitated for a moment and said, "The Holy King is heading south. ”

Lord Huang snorted and didn't say anything more.

Ye Xiuhong retreated and left.

The Phoenix Lord looked at the two largest flower pots, but there were no branches in them, and muttered to himself, "It's only time for winter." "Emperor Wu Mountain.

Autumn is in full swing. When the wind rose, the withered yellow leaves slowly drifted down and landed in the tree-lined paths of the martial arts academy, and the instructors stepped on the yellow leaves, hurriedly walked by, or two or three people together, talking something, speaking quickly, looking a little anxious.

When the teachers were busy, many classes stopped, and the students had free time, but without the protection of Dean Guilai, the Terrans were in great trouble, and the students were also cultivating frantically, in order to add a combat power to the Terrans in the big war that would appear at any time.

In this atmosphere, many students began to break through the realm, and those senior students who had stayed in the Nine Star Realm for a long time also faintly showed signs of breakthrough. In the council hall of the Martial Academy, there are a lot less quarrels, but any resolution that has too much to do will be sorted out into a document and sent to the back mountain.

The young man, who was a little rusty at first, was a little rusty in dealing with these things, but soon became proficient, and one order after another was issued from the young man's mouth, passed to the council chamber, and then passed to the three great powers, and was carried out to the letter.

Although many resolutions were later proven to be biased or even wrong, in the face of the strong execution of the Martial Academy, these mistakes and omissions were erased.

The adverse effects of the slaughter of the Huang family gradually subsided, and after several powerful suppressions and iron-blooded killings, those forces that were about to move finally quieted down, and the three major powers returned to calm.

The perseverance and determination shown by Ao Fenggu in these matters made all opposing voices disappear, and no one questioned his qualifications to preside over the mountain protection array.

It was also in this environment that a swordsman came to Emperor Wu Mountain.

The swordsman's beard was half white, his body was a little thin, his eyebrows were like knives, and his face was like a knife and axe, extremely cold. The swordsman stood at the gate of the martial arts courtyard for a day and a night.

No one in the martial arts academy came out to greet them, because everyone could feel the killing intent on the swordsman.

At such a time, those who dare to come to the martial arts academy must not be ordinary martial artists.

It didn't take long for someone to recognize the identity of the swordsman.

"I didn't expect the Moxi Knife to appear here." In a small building, Qi Bo looked at the swordsman standing at the door of the Outer Martial Arts Courtyard and couldn't help but say.

The statement of the Mo Xi knife is not obvious, and the younger generation of warriors have not even heard the name of this person, but in the memory of the older generation, the name Mo Xi knife represents the first person to use a knife in that era.

"Mo Xi Dao challenged the Phoenix Lord back then, but he didn't even see the face of the Phoenix Lord, and he was defeated by the Holy King, and since then, he has sealed the knife and disappeared from the world, but he didn't expect to be a lackey of the Phoenix Clan." Duan Litian said.

Qi Bo was slightly stunned, "How can you see it?" ”

Duan Litian looked in the direction of the inn, Qi Bo followed his line of sight, and saw a woman standing on the balcony on the third floor of the inn.

It's Qu Ni of the Holy Courtyard.

Qi Bo's eyes lit up, "This woman, she actually dares to come to my martial arts academy, is it really that there is no one in my martial arts academy?" The alchemy master's eyes were murderous.

(End of chapter)