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Ye Lingtian smiled faintly, withdrew his fist, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, it's not that I look down on you, knowing that the two sides are hostile, you are still so arrogant and provocative, it is really disgusting.

But it's okay, in the end, you still have to rely on your fists to speak, and if you abolish one person first, it will be easier later.

It rained all the time.

The round-faced old man stood in the rain and became a chicken in the soup, soaking wet, looking so embarrassed.

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "Old Wu, is there anything wrong?" ”

The round-faced old man covered his chest, blood overflowed between his fingers, his face was a little pale as paper, and he shook his head and said, "It should be fine." ”

He staggered into the hall, his eyes looking at Ye Lingtian with a deep look of resentment.

He said that no obstacle is not really unhindered, but just strong support.

The middle-aged man looked at the round-faced old man coming over, and scolded the masked black-clothed man next to him: "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and help me over." ”

The round-faced old man sat in the corner, took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a few emerald green pills, swallowed them in one gulp, and then closed his eyes to recuperate.

It seems that there will be no combat effectiveness for a while.

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy, he turned his head and stared at Ye Lingtian fiercely, and said viciously: "Boy, I didn't expect you to be so ruthless, the old man was kind enough to spare your life, but it seems that this time it was wrong, a ruthless person like you can't keep you." ”héiyaпgě

The two sides confronted each other in the main hall, and the masked man in black stared at the big snow dragon rider in silver armor, and the two sides pointed at Mai Mang, all of them with unkind expressions.

Ye Lingtian said: "Spare my life?" Do I need you to stay? ”

After speaking, he stepped out of the main hall with an arrow step, his figure flashed, and he escaped into the rain.

Before leaving, his lips moved twice, Du Chun's expression was stunned, and his eyes became solemn.

"Where to go! If you hide to the ends of the earth, the old man will kill you! The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and grabbed the air, stomped his feet, and then broke into the rain.

The pressure in the Sanyuanguan hall dropped sharply, and the two powerhouses left, leaving time for them.

At this time, the enemy is still strong and I am weak, but the round-faced old man is already half wasted, and he will have no combat power for a while, and the advantage of the opponent's high-end combat power has disappeared, but there are many people, and there is no strong one, but it can be a fight.

"If you don't fight now, when will you wait? Brothers, kill! Kill them, and we'll be saved. Du Chun shouted, drew his knife and rushed down first.

"Kill!" One by one, the Great Snow Dragoon raised his weapons, shields, and longbows and began to fight back.

At this time, it is the only chance for them to survive, and if they don't fight, they can really only wait for death.

The big snow dragoons roared wildly, their morale was like a rainbow, and they used their strength to slash and kill one by one.

"Kill, kill them, and there will be a reward!" Although there were many masked black-clothed people, they did not have effective commands, and they were always scattered, and finally one of them shouted a slogan, wanting to gather everyone to counter-charge.

Shout!

A white feather flew by, the man screamed, and was hit by an arrow in his throat, and the big snow dragoon on the side made up for it, and blood sprayed his face.

But the gorgeous woman grabbed the longbow in her hand at some point and shot an arrow.

The army was defeated like a mountain, and the masked black-clothed man was sluggish, and he broke through in a panic one by one, and most of the people were trampled to death and injured.

The round-faced old man's face trembled, and the movement of the outside world affected his healing, and he couldn't reach it quickly, and he wanted to heal as soon as possible, but it caused the true yuan in his body to backlash.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the round-faced old man opened his eyes in a dejected expression.

Blood burst out in front of him, and severed arms and stumps danced wildly.

His own manpower was almost wiped out, and the round-faced old man roared angrily: "Come back!" What are you afraid of? Block them, block them, don't run! ”

But how can it be so easy for people to calm down when they are in a panic, and when people's hearts are scattered, how can they gather?

The round-faced old man was so angry that another mouthful of blood spurted out, and the gray color on his face became thicker.

Du Chun is like a fierce tiger, every time the big knife in his hand is swung, he will hit one person, pushing the other party out alive, and the knife falls, and the blood rushes wildly.

The round-faced old man roared wildly, Du Chun's eyes were red, and he looked at the other party showing his back, raised the long knife in his hand, threw it violently, and threw it towards his back.

Poof!

The two-foot-long broadsword pierced through the opponent's back and came out of the chest.

The round-faced old man shook twice and fell to the ground with a bang.

A foundation-building monk died like this!

On the battlefield, cultivation is by no means a decisive factor.

The battlefield, that is a meat grinder, 1,000 people, 10,000 people, 100,000 people attack at the same time, that kind of power, even the power of Jindan Yuanying may not dare to easily resist.

This battle, for the masked man in black, was just an ambush.

And for the Great Snow Dragoon, it was a battle of life and death.

Everyone knows that if the battle can't be ended before the two departing men are decided, then what awaits them is unknown.

I was worried that the round-faced old man would be invincible after his injuries healed, but in the chaos, Du Chun found an opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop.

Now, as long as you kill these men in black, even if that young man is defeated, he can escape while walking.

Du Chun killed several more people, and the masked black-clothed man who was squeezed into the corner was completely killed, completely collapsed, screamed and fled, desperately slammed into the wall and broke into the rain.

"Chase! Don't let any of them go! The situation has been completely reversed, Du Chun looked at his knife, the blades were all cut, and he didn't know how many people he had killed.

The Great Snow Dragoon, who was not seriously injured, chased into the rain, and the screams were heard far, far away.

The sound of slashing gradually came to an end.

The big snow dragon rode more than 30 horses, and now there are more than four or five comrades left, all of whom are wounded on their bodies, and the injuries can be seen in the bones.

Outside, the heavy rain washed over the bodies lying in the pools, taking away large swaths of blood.

The entire Sanyuan Temple was littered with corpses, and blood was spilled all over the ground.

"My lord, excluding the three or five who absconded, we have killed a total of fifty-eight people, and there are more than twenty brothers...... Nope. A big snow dragoon hurried over, pursed his lips, and reported the battle damage.

Du Chun's eyes were sad.

This night was too thrilling for them, and they almost died here, and it was lucky to be able to survive, and there was really no guarantee that everyone would live well.

"Gather their bodies and go back...... Thick burial! Du Chun let out a long breath, feeling as if his spirit had been suddenly drained away.

The battlefield is so cruel, and the companions who were still laughing just now may turn into a pinch of loess in an instant.

The rain kept falling, everyone was silently cleaning up, Du Chun stood at the door, looking at the vast heavy rain in front of him, as if waiting for something.

The night was long, and the fire broke out again in the hall, and the remaining snow dragoons sat together in silence.

The gorgeous woman held the little girl and cowered weakly in the corner, cold all over.

Miss Chunhong died, and too many people died, all to protect her.

However, the most important thing in her body was lost.

"Mother, I'm so cold!" The little girl was rarely silent, and said in a low voice as she pulled the corner of the gorgeous woman's clothes.

The gorgeous woman approached the fire with the little girl in her arms, and a large snow dragoon with red eyes yelled: "Get out! You scourge, if it weren't for you, my brother wouldn't have died, get out! Get out of here! I don't want to see you! ”

The little girl cried, and the gorgeous woman stiffened, biting her lip tightly, and desperately hugged the little girl.

The cry brought Du Chun's thoughts back and forth, he walked in and whispered to the gorgeous woman to comfort: "Don't mind, madam, they are also very bitter in their hearts." ”

The gorgeous woman showed a hint of misery and said to herself, "I know, I know." ”

At this moment, a figure in the rain slowly approached.

Du Chun trembled, and his eyes widened.

It's the boy!

Ye Lingtian stepped into the main hall a little tired, dragging a corpse in his hand, it was the middle-aged man, who was already dead at this time and couldn't die anymore.