The autumn rain did not stop, the air became more and more damp and cold, and the fortifications above the city defense did not stop because of this autumn rain, and the craftsmen continued to transport the stones of the city and the equipment for defending the city, like hard-working ants.

Compared to the tall and sturdy walls, man is too small.

However, no one knows how long this strong wall will last under siege by the enemy.

What makes people even more puzzled is who is the enemy in this situation at this moment.

At the beginning, this swampy new city was built to resist the Gu Gate, and while resisting the attack of the Gu Gate, it was also like a powerful hand pinching the throat of the Gu Gate.

Wanli Swamp, here is the choke point for the north to enter the micro-realm.

Bypassing this majestic new city rising from the ground, not only will the pace of the Gu Gate attack be slowed down, but there will also be a lot of materials and human lives buried in the swamp.

This is a price that Gu Men can't afford to pay.

And now, the Kendo Sect has completely taken over the swamp new city, and the Kendo Sect is cooperating with the Gu Sect.

So who is the enemy?

Not only the craftsmen who built the city defense were puzzled, but even the cultivators of the Kendo Sect were puzzled.

The West Gate was opened.

A group of cultivators began to assemble in the direction of the west city gate, gradually gathered at the city gate, and walked out of the city gate step by step.

These people are all monks of the Kingdom of Winds.

Knowing that their commander in the new city, the hussar general, had his head cut off, the monks of the Kingdom of Wind began to frantically attack the cultivators of the Kendo Sect, but they were all one level behind in terms of numbers, equipment, and the number of strong people.

After the death of more than a thousand people, these monks of the Wind Kingdom finally woke up from their madness.

So there is this scene in front of us.

Tens of thousands of monks of the Kingdom of the Wind were disarmed and expelled from the city.

They are angry, they gnash their teeth, they burn with anger in their hearts, but all this, in the face of absolute power, is of no use except to increase their own casualties.

They could only be driven out of the new city in silence.

This is no longer the place they should be.

No one dared to resist, because at the head of the city, there were twelve rune cannons and countless powerful crossbows and sharp arrows aimed at them.

The first to leave the city were carriages with coffins on them, and in the coffins were more than a thousand monks of the Wind Kingdom who had died in the previous conflict.

Every monk of the Kingdom of the Wind has a white cloth tied to his right arm.

So at the city gates, a white torrent was formed.

The march in the rain seemed very dull, because of the more than 1,000 dead monks, because of the more than 1,000 coffins, because of the white cloth that everyone tied, and in this dullness, there was a tragic meaning.

Finally the monk of the Kingdom of the Winds walked out of the city gates, turned his head and looked at the city.

At the head of the city, countless bows and crossbows were aimed at him.

aimed at the highest-ranking commander of this army of more than 10,000 monks of the Wind Kingdom.

There was no sadness, no anger, no expression on his face.

The icy autumn rain fell on his sharpened face and on the spear in his hand.

He jerked the white cloth on his arm and tied it to the spear.

At the top of the city, there was a tingling sound of blinking and the tightening of bowstrings.

He threw the spear in his hand with a sharp throw.

The spear pierced the air, emitted a piercing shriek, drew a straight line in the rain, and plunged into the city, half of the spear was submerged in the walls, and the white cloth fluttered in the wind like a flag.

It was not a white flag of surrender, but a flag of revenge.

Almost at the same time as he threw his spear, countless arrows rained down on the city's head like locusts.

He stood in the midst of the autumn wind and rain and the arrows in the sky.

The arrows, when they were still three feet away from his body, could not go any further.

He turned his horse's head and galloped towards the army.

At the head of the city, a deacon of the Kendo Sect stopped the useless actions of the rest of the monks guarding the city, bent down to pull out the spear, and tried twice in vain.

The brute bull squeezed through the crowd and walked over, grabbed the shaft of the spear, and pulled it out.

The spear was drawn, and the mountain-like brute squinted at the person who had joined the large army of the Wind Kingdom, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is that person so arrogant?" ”

The red-faced elder said, "That guy is murderous, and he is also well-known in the Kingdom of Winds, as if his surname is white. ”

The brute bull frowned slightly, flipped the spear in his hand, and said, "People are not good, but the gun is a good gun." ”

As he spoke, he threw the spear to the monk next to him, and the monk who was not weak in physical cultivation was suddenly crushed to the ground.

The two sturdy physique cultivators hurriedly walked over, and lifted the spear with difficulty, and the deacon of the Kendo Sect walked over, touched the spear, which was obviously expensive, and his hand was cold, and he saw a line of vigorous and powerful small characters engraved on the gun.

"Kingdom of the Wind: White Rise."

……

"These people, you can't kill them."

In the room full of medicinal smells, Yun Mo half-leaned on the head of the bed, looked at Nie Qianrou, and said, "Have the people of the Wind Kingdom already left?" ”

Nie Qianrou nodded, "If nothing happened, they would be a hundred miles away from the new city by now." ”

Yun Mo's eyes were a little gloomy, and he said: "Those prisoners of the Confucianism and Taoism Palace, don't kill them, at least don't kill them now." ”

Nie Qianrou reminded: "You and Confucianism and Dao Zungong have become mortal enemies. ”

Yun Mo said: "Why don't I know? ”

"And why? These people stay, after all, it will be a trouble. ”

"There are already too many people who have died," Yun Mo said, and the image of the Gu Sect cultivator generously dying appeared in his mind, his expression gloomy, "And these people don't have the power of the Spirit Void Realm to help, so they don't pose a threat to us." ”

Nie Qianrou was silent for a moment, but finally nodded.

Yun Mo suddenly asked, "Why don't you ask me?" ”

Nie Qianrou asked, "What why?" ”

"Why did you suddenly join forces with Bai Xiaobai, kill a few Confucianism and Taoism Zungong elders, and completely break hostility with the entire Confucianism and Taoism Zun Palace."

Nie Qianrou just smiled slightly, "What you want to say, you will naturally say it, if you don't want to say it, I asked in vain." ”

Yun Mo smiled bitterly and said, "If there is, I really can't say it, at least not yet. ”

Nie Qianrou said: "It's okay, you can take care of your injuries." ”

Yun Mo's face was worried, and he said, "What I'm afraid of is that the Confucianism and Taoism Zungong won't give me time,"

There was a long silence.

I don't know when the rain became heavier, falling on the roof, crackling and crackling, and the rain flowed down the eaves and fell on the bluestone slabs, splashing countless droplets.

Inside the room, Yun Mo's eyes suddenly lit up with a cold light, and after a while, Nie Qianrou, who was kneeling in front of his bed, suddenly clenched the sword in his hand.

Almost at the same moment, a white figure suddenly rose from the ground, turned into a white rainbow, and landed on the head of Nancheng.

The monk in charge of the city defense on the city wall looked at the white graceful figure suspiciously, and for some reason felt that the temperature around him had dropped a lot.

Xue Qianqian's eyes narrowed slightly, looking south through the heavy rain curtain.

A figure appeared in the swamp and walked slowly towards the new city.