Chapter 73

Nan Yang and Qing Huan exchanged glances, and then took the lead in the front, Jun Qiao followed closely behind, followed by Wu Ji, Wu Gong and Wu Ming, and a few high-level disciples of Random Flowers. Junqiao also left a few people to guard the bronze gate, afraid that the people of the Shanshan faction would do some tricks.

The group only left the gate of the main hall when they happened to see the first batch of people entering. Those who were the right elder's rebel disciples were also wearing cyan robes, and they fought with the disciples on Junqiao's side, and for a while, the green clothes were flying in front of them, and they couldn't tell the enemy from me.

I was too busy to ask for instructions: "Valley master, what should I do?" ”

Junqiao gritted her teeth, her delicate eyebrows were wrinkled by the strong wind, and her lowered eyebrows were wet in the heavy rain, and her eyes were barren. But the situation did not allow her to hesitate, and she had to say ruthlessly: "Regardless of whether you are the enemy or me, kill them all." ”

"Junqiao......" Nan Yang looked at Junqiao sideways and said softly.

"If we don't kill them all, I am afraid that after the war, there will be spies infiltrating here, and the location of our hiding place will be exposed. Moreover, although the dungeon is large, it cannot hold 200 people, and they will all die sooner or later, and sooner or later they will all be abandoned by me. Junqiao said slowly, her figure looked extremely slender in the wind and rain, but there was some weakness in the toughness, which was very distressing.

"......" Nan Yang stopped talking, lowered his head slightly, and happened to see the white jade mask on Jun Qiao's waist swaying in the wind. The long tassels on the mask fluttered wildly in the air, wrapping around Kimihashi's waist and tangling with her long hair, giving it the beauty of a white paper rendering ink painting.

The three of them received the order and dispersed, each holding a mechanism in their hands, controlling the three mecha beasts at the gate. Nan Yang quietly touched Qinghuan's hand from his sleeve, I don't know if it was nervous sweat or wet rain, Qinghuan's palms were soaked. Nan Yang turned his head slightly, looked at Qinghuan, and said in a light tone: "...... Are you nervous? ”

Qinghuan smiled reluctantly and shook his head: "No, it's just that the weather is not good." ”

"I'm here, don't worry. I will put these things that want to hurt us one by one, and even if I can't do it, I will protect you in front of you. Nan Yang's tone was slow but firm, his eyes were shallow and faint, and he held Qinghuan's hand tightly, "I am your master, you have to believe me." ”

"Master, when this matter is settled, what do you want to eat? I'll go back and do it for you. Qinghuan tilted his head, pretending to smile at Nan Yang easily.

"......" Nan Yang frowned slightly, bowing his head as if he was thinking very seriously, "...... West Lake vinegar fish, cold sweet lotus root, sweet and sour tenderloin......"

Qinghuan smiled, raised his hand and stroked Nanyang's sideburns: "Okay, okay, I'll do it for you every day." ”

Nan Yang's eyebrows and eyes bent slightly, and she took out the falling frost and gently rubbed it on her fingertips, testing the edge slightly, and the clear blade reflected her clear eyes like tea.

"Whether it's for a while, or later, if you get into a fight with someone else, if you can't beat it, run to my side. Master helps you fight. ”

"I see, Master."

The people from outside the main hall came one after another, and there was a steady stream. The three of them controlled the giant mecha beast and could barely control the peripheral situation, but because they accidentally injured many of their own people, their own strength was greatly weakened. Fortunately, Nanyang, Junqiao and Qinghuan respectively guarded the battle points and stopped many enemies. Everyone silently calculated the time in their hearts, and if Cheng Candle said that half an hour, they must hold on for half an hour.

Time passed extremely painfully, and the frost in Nanyang's hand was already stained with blood, and he couldn't see the color of the original sword blade clearly. The hand holding the hilt of the sword was also stained with blood, and dozens of people fell sideways. In fact, she didn't kill anyone, she just injured their inconsequential places, so that those people couldn't stand up for the time being. Compared to her side, the attack range of the mecha beast controlled by Wuji and the others was simply a slaughterhouse.

The huge mecha beast looked extremely terrifying in the gloom of the rainstorm, as a chaotic Zhenmen mechamon, it was all made of extremely heavy dark iron, its joints were terrifyingly flexible, and its whole body was full of highly poisonous organs that hurt people. Its heavy iron claws lifted and fell extremely quickly, and in an instant, it trampled several people in front of it to death under the iron claws, making a sound of oozing bones breaking. The Iron Claw lifted, leaving only a pile of misshapen bones and a large pool of blood seeping into the ground.

In the blur of the heavy rain, a few carts of things were faintly pushed in the distance, and after vaguely recognizing the shape, Junqiao and Ranhuagu and others all secretly said badly.

"It's gunpowder! Valley Lord, he also pushed the cannon barrel in the powder magazine in the southwest corner! He shouted in vain.

Jun Qiao closed his eyes in pain, and immediately opened them, killing a disciple in Tsing Yi in his hand neatly, and his voice was deep: "He really wants me to die." ”

"Gu Lord, the right elder has changed a long time ago, don't you still refuse to believe his rebellion?" Reactive power controlled the mecha beast to advance and control the field, while almost shouting at Junqiao.

"The family is ruined, and the people are betrayed and separated, am I going to explain here today, and the genius is an eye-opener?" Kimihashi's eyes turned red, and he smiled as if he was smiling abnormally while killing people quickly. The feelings she had suppressed for a long time were like a volcano with lava surging, restrained long enough, and the eruption would become more and more violent.

"Valley Lord! We will definitely survive this catastrophe, and you will definitely become the new valley master of the Ranflower Valley......"

"Does it work? Do you sue me for this? Junqiao shouted loudly, his cyan robe was stained with the blood of his fellow disciples, and the corpses around him were piled up into a small hill, "My mother is dead, my father is also dead, and the person who grew up watching me since I was a child also betrayed me because of the position of the valley master!" He's going to kill me! What exactly am I doing wrong? Why did you let me watch my parents die one by one, why did you make me the lord of the valley, why did they all betray me! Am I so damned? Why are my fellow disciples all trying to kill me one by one!! ”

Nan Yang glanced at the sky, and less than a quarter of an hour had passed, and it was still far from the time that Cheng Zhuming had instructed to delay. She threw down what she was doing, came behind Junqiao in a few ups and downs, and grabbed Junqiao's shoulder: "Junqiao, calm down." ”

Jun Qiao almost subconsciously swung his sword and slashed behind him, and Nan Yang didn't raise his sword to resist, just stood there, frowning and looking at Jun Qiao tightly.

After Junqiao saw that it was Nan Yang who was grabbing her behind him, it was like a bucket of ice water pouring her from head to bottom. She hurriedly blocked the sword that was slashing towards Nanyang, and stopped the sword dangerously at Nanyang's side of the neck.

"Calm down. I know that both of your parents are gone, and you must feel bad about this change in a short period of time. But you still have your subordinates, and I will help you too. Nan Yang said softly.

"Nan Yang...... Jun Qiao's eyes suddenly turned redder, and he actually choked up when he spoke, "You don't understand anything...... You don't understand anything......"

Nan Yang looked at Junqiao for a long time, and slowly put down the hand resting on her shoulder: "Junqiao, I understand everything, but many times I don't want to understand, and some things are only suitable for heart." ”

"Seventeen years, seventeen years......" Junqiao cried with a chuckle, Nan Yang's figure was separated by a layer of vague tears in her eyes, unreal.

"Junqiao, calm down......"

Nan Yang's voice was suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice behind him: "Master!" ”

Before Nan Yang could turn her head, she felt someone quickly grab her shoulder from behind and make a big turn. Qing Huan grabbed Nan Yang with one hand and Jun Qiao with the other, and fell backwards with great effort.

It's still too late.

Qing Huan firmly protected Nan Yang and Jun Qiao under him, and before everyone could react, a huge explosion roared behind him.

Where Jun Qiao had just stood, a terrible crater was blasted out by gunpowder, and the bricks were cracked, and dust was flying, and in an instant, it was forced down by heavy rain.

And that's just the beginning. Immediately, the same explosions exploded in my ears one after another, far and near, and the sounds of selflessness and flustery came faintly. Nan Yang was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned over to look at the person who was pressing on her and just protecting her.

Her body was soft and weak, and she seemed to be unconscious from the violent explosion injuries she had just had.

Qing Huan's face was stained with dirty black ash and scattered blood, and his eyes were closed tightly unconsciously. Nan Yang hugged her carefully, accidentally touched her back, and felt sticky and damp.

She suddenly didn't dare to look at her hands.

"Nanyang, quickly carry her in, she is very badly injured!" As soon as Junqiao got up, he happened to see Qinghuan's back.

Nan Yang suddenly felt empty in his heart, and he was not in decline, which made people panic. She raised her hand tremblingly, and her breath froze, and the next breath could not be lifted for a long time.

A shocking bloodshot palm.