Although they were separated by three miles, with the eyes of the Elder Chuangong, the Precept Elder, and Qingluan, they could naturally see each other, and what they did was naturally clear. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Qingluan was extremely angry now, but fortunately, the cyan ghost mask blocked it, so that the two elders of the Lingshan Sect couldn't see his expression clearly, and they couldn't infer his current mood, they could only be sure that the person wearing the cyan ghost mask had a relationship with one of the people in this group, otherwise they wouldn't accept their threat, but they couldn't be sure of this person.

But that's enough, as long as the person with the cyan ghost mask is lured, they have a way to kill him, and as for the people who have a relationship with him, they also feel that it doesn't matter, anyway, kill the cyan ghost mask, and these people will all have to be buried with him.

Qingluan tried his best to control the anger in his heart, and he knew that the more angry he was now, the more dangerous his father's life would be.

He controlled his tone, tried to make himself appear flat, and said slowly: "I didn't expect the people of the royal family to threaten an outsider with the lives of their subordinates, this is really like your style." ”

The voice is extremely flat, without a hint of emotion.

Qing Changshan showed a look of relief, and his child finally grew up.

Compared with Qingluan, Elder Chuangong didn't seem to have too many scheming, and he said in a cold voice: "If it weren't for you, they wouldn't have suffered like this, and I'll tell you honestly, because they didn't protect them well, so they all had to bury my deceased royal children!" His voice was not loud, but it was so loud that the whole barracks could hear it clearly.

He wasn't worried about the people in the barracks rebelling, with the strength of him and the Discipline Elders, it was only a matter of minutes to destroy the people in the rear barracks.

However, the Discipline Elder was not as brainless as the Elder Chuan Gong, and he even complained that the Elder Chuan Gong was an idiot and didn't know how to use his strength at all.

Seeing that the rear barracks were agitated, the Discipline Elder, who had been silent, finally spoke: "As long as you can commit suicide and apologize, we can spare the lives of these people in the rear barracks." ”

He's going to transfer all the anger of the entire barracks to the cyan ghost mask.

"Or you can take off the head of the man wearing the cyan ghost mask in front of you, and you can also avoid death!"

The people in the entire military camp were in an uproar, one side was someone from the royal family, and the other side was someone who could kill the royal family, which made it difficult for them to choose.

After a heated discussion, the city gate slowly opened, and those soldiers and generals finally made a choice, after all, it was much easier to kill one cyan ghost mask than to face three royal families.

The gates of the city slowly opened, and nearly 100,000 troops in the barracks walked out of the interior in order, taking nearly a quarter of an hour to line up.

In this quarter of an hour, Qingluan was anxious, and every second was like a year. He saw that Qing Changshan's face was pale when he saw hanging on the city wall, and sweat was running down his cheeks under the scorching sun.

The Elders of the Transmission and the Elders of the Precepts sprinkled their divine senses throughout the army, observing the movements of each and every one of them, and they wanted to find out from among them the person or more people who were related to the person wearing the cyan ghost mask, and catch them to deal with the cyan ghost mask.

But they finally forgot about the Qingchang Mountain hanging on the city wall, because they thought that if Qingchangshan had something to do with the Mask Guest, then the Mask Guest would have come to the rescue a long time ago, and it would not have lasted so long.

The army was assembled, and at this time, there were two long and deep wolf howls from the top of the mountain, and the wolf howls spread to the mountains and forests, and the wolf howls in the mountains and forests suddenly rose and fell one after another, reflecting each other.

Countless jungle wolves came out of the mountains and forests, grinning their teeth.

The timberwolves lined up quickly, their movements were swift, and the black pressure walked into ~ the plain and confronted the soldiers who went out of the city.

The soldiers were a little flustered, and the veterans felt incredible, in the past, the timberwolves would always avoid them, intentionally or unintentionally, and this was the first time that they had confronted them so head-on, and the number was amazing.

"Go ahead!" Qingluan said to Xiaobai and Big Gray.

Xiao Bai Da Gray nodded, and his body was already standing at the front of the wolves in an instant, confronting those soldiers, but not attacking.

Elder Chuangong and Elder Discipline were not in a hurry to let the army fight with the wolves, they didn't know the depth of Qingluan now, and being able to kill more than a dozen Lingshan Sect disciples at the same time showed that this person's mind and strength should not be underestimated.

They could afford to wait, but Qingluan couldn't afford to wait, his father was hung on the city wall, and he would not turn a blind eye unless he was a cold-blooded animal.

The two sides set up a confrontation, and the two royal families on the city wall were so slow that he was anxious, so he took out his bow and opened his bow in a hurry, the arrows shone like the bright sun, and galloped towards the two elders of Chuan Gong and Precepts.

The two elders of the Gong Transmission and the Precepts were surprised, and they all exclaimed in unison: "Houyi Clan! ”

Although they had never seen the Houyi tribe, they had seen it from some classics, the Houyi people were good at using bows, could take people's heads thousands of miles away, and were an elite unit under the command of the martial saint, with few numbers, but they could often turn the tide of battle.

This information is classified in Xuanwu, but almost everyone knows about it outside of Xuanwu.

"The people of the Houyi clan appeared, could it be that the Martial Saint has been resurrected?" Elder Chuangong was upset, if the Martial Saint was resurrected, then the Lingshan Sect would be reduced to rubble in a moment.

"Don't panic!" The precept elder scolded the Elder Chuangong, he was actually a little flustered, after all, it was about the Houyi people, and he couldn't do it without being alarmed.

But since the others had already made a move, they couldn't stand still and not fight back, and the Elder of the Precepts snapped his fingers, and a magnificent spell greeted them, colliding with the arrows.

After a burst of brilliant brilliance, the two of them also breathed a sigh of relief, even if the masked guest was from the Houyi clan, according to his current strength, they were not afraid now.

"What are you still standing there stupidly for? Waiting for someone to kill them? Elder Chuangong angrily yelled at the group of sergeants under the city, he didn't want to care about any comrades or not, so let this group of people kill each other!

The generals did not dare to slack off, they were afraid that they would become the next cavalry general.

With a wave of his hand, the sergeant swarmed towards the wolves.

Two wolf howls, the jungle wolf quickly retreated towards the jungle, after all, the plain place is not a place where the jungle wolf is good at fighting, they retreat in order to play their strengths more advantageously.

The Timberwolf's sudden retreat caught all the sergeants off guard, but they didn't dare to stop and hurried towards the jungle.

As soon as they entered the jungle, the complex terrain suddenly disintegrated their formation, and the jungle wolf attacked with its own advantages, and immediately wailed all over the field, and blood flowed like a river.

The sergeants who advanced after seeing the blood flowing from the jungle were so frightened that they didn't dare to chase inside, and saw the cold eyes of the jungle wolf and the corpses of their comrades who kept gnawing on them, and their psychological defense line collapsed.

But the timberwolves seemed to be holding on to the edge of the jungle, never daring to attack the frightened soldiers. As long as the soldiers do not go into the jungle, they will not hurt anyone.

Seeing this, the soldiers stopped pushing forward, but waited at the edge of the jungle.

"Useless stuff!" Seeing these soldiers being killed by wolves on the edge of the jungle and losing their armor, the Elder Chuangong said very ugly: "These low-level warriors should be killed!" He didn't care at all if the Qingchang Mountain hanging on the city wall could be heard.

"Let's do it!" The precept elder, who had always looked contemplative, suddenly spoke, and with a flying sword, he slashed towards Qingluan's side.

Elder Chuangong didn't dare to be a little lazy, and followed the precept elder to kill the past.

Qingluan knew that these two people were not easy to mess with, and he was extremely careful when the two of them went together.

Shoot the arrow with a bow and shoot it again, it is the move of Changhong Guanri, an arrow faintly shows signs of wanting to shoot through the void, and shoots towards the leading precept elder.

This arrow contains his ten-layer skill, and the power it carries is not at all comparable to the previous arrow.

"Hmph, who can you do with the same move?!" The Elder of the Gong Gong drank coldly, and the Elder of the Discipline shook his head, secretly saying that this Elder of the Gong Gong really only has muscles and not brains, but he didn't remind him, and it was also a good thing for the Elder of the Secret Dao to make the Elder of the Gong Gong suffer a loss.

He dodged the arrow sideways, did not change the direction, and went straight towards Qingluan.

However, the elder did not shy away from the arrows, and grabbed the arrows.

The moment he made contact with the arrow, the arrow spun rapidly, carrying countless winds that directly twisted the palm of the Elder Transmission Sect, and it was only for a moment that blood splattered, making the Elder Transmission all over.

The elder of the Gong Gong screamed bitterly, hurriedly resisted, and scolded: "The despicable and shameless villain actually uses such a nasty~ contrived means!" ”

Qing Luan smiled, and after shooting an arrow at the Discipline Elder, he shot back: "The two of you are a hundred years older than me, and you still fight me together, is it called being above board?!" ”

Elder Chuangong was so angry that his face was red, he no longer talked nonsense with Qingluan, and regardless of the injuries on his hands, he used his sword to kill Qingluan.

When Qingluan wanted to use the bow again, the distance was no longer allowed, so he could only take out his spear and fight with the Elder Chuangong.

A huge force came from his hand, and the technique of the Elder of the Gong Gong rushed straight towards Qingluan's body along the spear, entering the body and constantly impacting Qingluan's body, if it weren't for Qingluan's body being condensed by Jiao's blood, I am afraid that he would have exploded and died at this moment.

Although he was not afraid of spells, the tremendous force was still too much for him to bear, and after one contact, he retreated again and again, his toes constantly smashing the trees below him, unloading the force.

But he didn't notice that the Elder of the Precepts had already reached the line where he retreated, his palms accumulating, waiting for him to throw himself into the net.

Qingluan, who had burst back, was suddenly hit hard by the Discipline Elder from behind, and he was already a little angry, and after being hit so hard, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and even mixed with some internal organs, and his expression suddenly became sluggish.

Elder Chuan Gong and Elder Precept sneered, and both of them killed Qingluan at the same time.

Qing Luan smiled bitterly, looked in the direction of the city tower and saw Qing Changshan's worried and sad look, he suddenly felt that he couldn't die, at least not here, at this moment, he had run out of oil and the lamp had dried up, and the Vermilion Bird mark that had been hidden for a long time slowly appeared on his forehead again, getting brighter and brighter!