After listening to her words, Han Li knew the complexity of the battle in the Soul Tower, and he wanted to meet the end of the Lingxiao Pavilion, but he couldn't say it, and said as soon as the topic changed, Sister Qing, you see that more and more people are gathering at the foot of the mountain, what is the way to deal with it?

Zhao Qingqing's veiled face looked stunned, and then shook her head slightly and said, "When you were with Lingling." Is it the same way that you have to listen to her in everything? ”

Zhao Qingqing said it casually, but Han Li's eyes were in a trance and he suddenly thought, "It turns out that I used to listen to Lingling's ideas for many things, and she was a little girl who had to worry about my affairs, but it was difficult for her." ”

Zhao Qingqing saw that his expression was a little trance-like, she didn't think much about it herself, turned around, and turned her back to Han Lidao, maybe you are right, let the people of the Yin Yang Valley and the people of the Immortal Sect mix together, you are not afraid of the Night King making ghosts, but if the Immortal Sect does not work in this way, it will inevitably be a big mess, and everyone will be mixed together, I am afraid that I will not be able to get out, after all, there are many people in the Yin Yang Valley, I can't ignore it.!

Her figure has a deep determination, as if it is a sword that is sworn to be drawn, even if it is to see blood, even if it is to be broken, she must not retreat, maybe this is the fate of people's helplessness.

Han Li thought about Xiao Lingling, slowly reacted, and casually turned around to catch up with Zhao Qingqing and asked, Sister Qing, what should we do according to your thoughts?

Her eyes looked at the magnificent mountains and rivers in the distance, and a little tenderness floated up her eyes, but her voice was cold, the Holy Demon Hall rushed over, just kill it, even if Qingqing dies in this soul building, it is worth dying.

Han Li was stunned, he couldn't say a word for a long time, he vaguely heard the shouts and shouts of people coming from the middle of the mountain, the shouts, looking down from the high place of the mountain, the Holy Demon Hall, the Ten Thousand Gu Sect and countless people, with swords in their mouths, and their footsteps rushed to the top of the mountain, among them, there were many people with strong martial arts, walking like flying, stepping on the cliff in a chic manner, flying step by step, what was surprising was that there were many huge demon beasts in the middle of the crowd, holding the mountain rocks with four claws, rushing towards the top of the mountain like walking on the ground, From time to time, he let out a strange roar.

Boom, a few loud noises, the boulder on the mountain rolled down, with the momentum of thunder, surging down towards the enemy who climbed to the top of the mountain, at this moment, not far from the bottom of the mountain range, in the seven absolute arrays, dozens of big flags, echoing in unison, emitting five-colored light, shooting to the top of the head, straight to break through the sky, gathered into a point, the light is great, the light that converges into a point, quickly condensed, fused, roared, suddenly in all directions, shot out bursts of light, shrouded in the people and monsters who climbed on the mountainside, The boulder rumbled down, but it was like smashing on a smooth iron egg, rubbing, sliding over, but it didn't cause any damage.

Han Li looked inexplicable, secretly said, the Dao method mastered by the seven great families was really weird.

On the other side, the Night King smiled and said to the dozens of gray-clothed old men next to him, you see, in addition to the people of the Holy Demon Hall who are moving some ignorant demon beasts to support the field, there are only the Seven Absolute Demon Methods of the crooked and evil ways, isn't this an extremely ridiculous thing in this world?

His words depreciated those demon beasts that were about to climb up halfway up the mountainside to be worthless, those old men were all the predecessors of the Immortal Sect, all of them were strong in martial arts, and they really didn't put some demon beasts in their eyes, listening to the Night King just finished speaking, an old man walked out of the road first, a few little demons are not planted, there is a sect master here, even Dugu Taizhen, we are not afraid of him.

The Night King stretched out his hand and patted the old man on the shoulder, looked at the enemy who was about to climb up, and said with a slow smile, "How can I be virtuous, it is all thanks to your protection that I can keep Changzong safe, this is indelible."

He said this modestly and seriously, and many people next to him were moved, looking at the Night King's face full of excitement.

Besides, the Night King suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand and waved down, sweeping a demon beast that had just poked his head on, the demon beast was swept by the palm wind of the Night King's palm, and suddenly there was a residual howl, and there was a five-finger concave mark on his head, and his eyes showed a fierce light, slowly flowing blood, and fell down the mountain with a plop.

Han Li stood next to Zhao Qingqing, and saw that the mountain of the Immortal Sect over there, and the mountain of Lingxiao Pavilion had already exchanged hands, the demon beasts were huge and bearish, their teeth were exposed, and they were standing upright with knives and axes to kill the enemy, and it was difficult to distinguish for a while, but only on the side of his Yin Yang Valley, because he was guarding the place that deviated the most from the avenue under the mountain, the enemies and demon beasts had only belatedly climbed up, and the people who had been guarding the Yin Yang Valley for a long time stood on the edge of the cliff with swords in hand, seeing the bloody rain and bloody wind of chopping hands and claws, and direct killing, Zhao Qingqing and Han Li stood side by side on the edge of the cliff, Witnessing the tragic battle on both sides, she pointed to the foot of the mountain with her jade hand and said, you see, most of the terrain is flat, and there are many slopes on the edge, the Holy Demon Hall, many people from the Ten Thousand Gu Sect, use the tactics of the sea of people to besiege us continuously, if we send five battalions to ride down the slope to disrupt their camp in one fell swoop, and then go down the mountain with all our strength, we will definitely be able to reverse the situation.

Han Li looked at it carefully and found that it was indeed as Zhao Qingqing said, the continuous flow of enemies at the foot of the mountain was really the key this time, but the five battalions of the Yin Yang Valley could be as brave as the Di cavalry, he didn't know, thinking of this, he blurted out, Sister Qing As far as I know, the five battalions are two hundred people, and they have already gone through a fight, how many are left?

Zhao Qingqing pondered for a moment and said, the disciples of the Holy Valley who came in, six hundred people on foot, two hundred people in five battalions, now there are only one hundred and eighty people in the five battalions, and there are only four hundred and seventy people on the top of our mountain, not counting you and me.

Han Li heard that the five battalions of cavalry had experienced a tough battle with the Holy Demon Hall, and there were still one hundred and eighty people left of the two hundred people, and the combat effectiveness was really brave, but he still said that Sister Qing's eight hundred people would die one hundred and fifty people in a battle with the Holy Demon Hall, so according to this, the Holy Demon Hall was also overstretched when it saw the endless sea of people tactics, and after such a cruel battle, no matter how strong the Holy Demon Hall was, it would not be much better.

Zhao Qingqing carried her hands behind her back, her eyes were like autumn water, she had seen the mountains and rivers, the bright sun was shining warmly on her snow-white dress, the beauty of her posture was better than the fairy of the Heavenly Palace, the snow clothes were fluttering, and her slender hair swept the skin of her neck.

Han Li said this, there is also some truth, Zhao Qingqing didn't look at the other side of Changzong He, Ling Pavilion against the Holy Hall, the battle situation of the Ten Thousand Gu Gate, she stood on the edge of the cliff, her white-clothed figure like snow, fluttering like an immortal, slightly leaning and quietly saying, After a fight last night, there are still 690 people left in Ling Xiao Pavilion, 740 people left in the Immortal Sect, and 650 people left in our Yin Yang Valley, I don't know how many will be left after this fight?

Han Li didn't dare to look at her, his eyes looked to the side and said, Sister Qing, look, the five battalions of one hundred and eighty rode from the slope and suddenly rushed down, how many chances can these one hundred and eighty people have?

Zhao Qingqing said without thinking, not counting those who are climbing up, there are a thousand enemies at the bottom of the mountain, there are many masters in it, and dozens of demon beasts with giant axes, guarding the edge of the crowd, it is the nemesis of the five battalions, if you really want to calculate, I am afraid there is no chance of winning.

Han Li frowned and said, so Sister Qing never sent five battalions to ride, right?

Zhao Qingqing nodded and smiled slightly, Well, that's right.

Han Li looked at the three sides of the mountain, there were many masters guarding the edge of the cliff, and for a while, the enemies could not attack it for the time being, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and continued, Sister Qing, are you waiting for something?

Zhao Qingqing turned her head, looked at him strangely, and asked indifferently, how could you say that?

Han Li coughed and said slowly, I look at Sister Qing, as if she is confident, no matter how those demon beasts howl, how the enemy screams and scolds, even if it is blood splashed next to her, Sister Qing is not impatient, but always looks at the foot of the mountain intentionally or unintentionally, as if she is waiting for something.

Zhao Qingqing nodded, her face covered with a light purple veil, and she looked smiling and silent.