The old man snorted, knowing that the other party was pushing himself away, so he withdrew, got into the donkey cart, and was just about to leave, when the woman hurried again and stuffed a hot pancake into the old man's hand, "Old man, if you want to rest, there is a dilapidated house at the head of the village that no one lives in." ”

The old man suddenly asked, "Am I old?" ”

The woman nodded earnestly.

The old man was a little disappointed and drove away with the donkey cart.

The woman muttered, "What a strange old man. ”

The donkey cart drove through the village and headed northwest.

Along the way, the old man passed through many villages, almost all of them, and most of the men went to the battlefield, leaving only the women and the old and weak, looking very deserted.

The old man listened to many voices, some complained, some scolded, some excited, some pained, but the most expressed was support for this war.

The imperial courts of the three major countries were running with unprecedented efficiency, and the officials worked tirelessly to preach to the localities and do a good job of pacifying them, and the people were also very cooperative.

Even those well-known bandit rebels, not only did they not expand their territory at this time, but openly stated that they were willing to do their part if they had a place to use against the Phoenix Clan.

In the shadow of the Phoenix army, the three major countries, which always like to consume infighting, are united unprecedentedly.

But these beautiful things did not change the old man's mood in the slightest.

The old man ate half of the bread, and gave the rest to the old donkey who pulled the cart.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the old man hummed an out-of-tune song and sighed, "This world is really lonely as snow." ”

When the old donkey had finished eating the bread, he raised his head and barked, as if echoing the old man's words.

In the Valley of the Gods, the sun rises in the east, and the warm sun shines on the body of the Phoenix army, but it can't bring the slightest warmth.

Many bodies were burned last night, and the tent was covered with ashes, I don't know if it was the ashes of firewood or the ashes.

The hearts of the strong men of the Phoenix clan and those soldiers also seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.

The man stood again in the wilderness, his iron sword like a doorboard beside him.

One man and one sword, blocking the Phoenix army in the Valley of the Gods for four days and four nights.

Four days ago, when these three people appeared in front of the Valley of the Swinging Gods, neither the ruling knights nor the orcs, nor those Phoenix powerhouses took them seriously.

There are even many people who are laughing at the inadequacy of these three people.

But now, no one is laughing.

The man was not tall, but he shrouded everyone in the Valley of the Swinging Gods in his shadow.

The longer the time dragged on, the more depressed the Phoenix army became, and even felt desperate when they looked at that figure.

After four days of fighting, thousands of people died, but the man was not wounded at all.

"It's a mountain movers." Wu Jian, the palace master of the Seven Killing Palace, said.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect Sect Master next to him was surprised: "The legendary Flood Ancient Beast? Then he shook his head, "How is it possible, the mountain moving ape is just powerful, how can the combat power be so terrifying?" ”

Wu Jian twisted his fat body and found a comfortable posture, and then said, "The mountain moving ape can carry the mountain and walk, travel thousands of miles a day, and the strength is very great, if you save the strength and use it a little bit, you can naturally hold on for a long time." ”

The greater the power, the more difficult it is to send and receive freely, and to control it accurately, you can't waste the slightest, how difficult is it to do this?

What's more, the mountain-moving ape is simple-hearted, and even a little silly, in terms of wisdom and talent, even ordinary people are inferior.

The Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect voiced these doubts, and Wu Jian explained, "So, it's not that this man is powerful, it's the person who teaches him to practice. ”

Several strong people next to him are all one in the air.

The person who taught the barbarian youth to practice was naturally Emperor Guilai, the legendary tall old man.

A strong man of the Phoenix clan sighed, "The Great Emperor is indeed very strong. Then he exclaimed, "It's good that he's not here." ”

Everyone sighed.

Wu Jian shook his head and said, "The Great Emperor doesn't care about human affairs. ”

There was a sudden silence.

The drums of war sounded.

The Knights of Judgment and the Orc warriors began to assemble, and then launched a fierce charge.

That night, the Valley of the Gods lit the fire again, and a corpse was thrown into it.

On the morning of the sixth day, Manqing stood in the middle of the wilderness, his waist still straight, but Ao Fenggu could see that his hand holding the sword had begun to tremble slightly.

Under the pergola, gloomy eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were red, his lips were purple, and his face was very pale.

In the past few days, this scholar has been fighting against those roots of the Kunlun Divine Tree all the time, and his spiritual power is extremely consumed, Ao Fenggu knows that if he is himself, he may not be able to hold on for even a day.

The word "He" on the sand in front of the gloomy man had become much shallower, and it was slowly but surely fading.

No one knows when it will disappear.

The ground began to shake, and the tiny stones throbbed uneasily.

Smoke and dust flew, and the Judgment Knights and Orcs began to charge.

Ao Fenggu looked at Manqing's back and muttered softly, "Second Senior Brother hold on a little longer, it's already the sixth day." ”

The Judge Knights and Orcs had already rushed in front of the brute.

The brute began to swing his sword.

His hands were shaking, so his swing was a little unsteady, and his strength was no longer as precise as before.

Some orcs were shot and their bodies exploded. Some of the adjudicators were shot out of the way, but found that they could still stand up, so they pounced on them like hungry wolves.

Manqing continued to swing his sword.

Adjudicating the corpses of knights and orcs, more and more.

But Manqing stood where he was, and hadn't moved for a long time.

As the corpses piled up next to him, he stepped on them and walked up.

He kept swinging his sword, but no longer just with a racket, sometimes with cutting, stabbing, and splitting, and the corpses under his feet became more and more, gradually piling up into a small mountain.

The Knights of Judgment and the Orcs rushed up to the mountain of corpses and were subsequently killed, forming part of the mountain of corpses.

The mountain of corpses is getting bigger and taller.

Standing on the top of the corpse mountain, Manqing shot out with a sword, and the head of the ruling knight who rushed up burst open like a ripe watermelon, and the white brain pulp mixed with red blood splattered over, confusing Manqing's eyes.

At this moment, a nine-star peak powerhouse who had been hiding in the crowd suddenly took out his sword, and the sword light was piercing, and he let out a piercing scream.

Just when the sword light was about to pierce the heart of Manqing's eyebrows, Manqing suddenly stretched out his hand to block it, and the iron sword staggered, brushing his face.

Manqing swung out with a sword, cutting off the nine-star peak powerhouse.

And on his face, a long cut was left by the sword, and the flesh rolled up, and blood flowed out.

Looking at this scene, those ruling knights and orc warriors were stunned, and they even forgot to attack.

I don't know who roared with a trill, "Hurt, he's hurt!" ”

The next moment, the more than 300 ruling knights and orcs who were attacking shouted excitedly, and then rushed forward frantically.

Their voices reached the Valley of the Swinging Gods, and a louder shout rang out, the orc warrior flapping his chest, and the knight of judgment brandished his sword into the sky as if celebrating victory.

(End of chapter)