With the pouring of the thunderstorm in the Central Plains that changed the color of the storm, the Qianjin wall in the north was shaking the whole earth. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was the barbarian army led by Sang Han who felt this shock, at this time the night was already full of depth, Fang Zi had not been fighting with the Sun Hu army of Fuyun Village for a long time, and they who had retreated here suddenly felt the murderous aura rolling in.

Sang Han suddenly got out of the tent, looking at the night in the north, his face changed slightly. Such a violent vibration sound is clearly a surprise attack by a large-scale cavalry, but at this time, how can there be cavalry rushing from the north? Could it be the rebels of Hehu and Luyue?

Where did they come from the ability to break through the main force led by Meng Shenjun, who went to suppress it, and kill here?

Although there are great doubts, the barbarian army he leads can be said to be the most disciplined among the entire barbarians. With the sound of the horn tightly, the soldiers poured out.

"Monsters! Monsters! Such shouts began to come from the front, as if tearing through the night, and kept coming.

Monsters? What is that? Sang Hanti took a heavy hammer and jumped onto his horse, and the soldiers of the vanguard were like a returning tide, constantly retreating in terror. He had never encountered such a thing before.

He shouted loudly, trying to restrain the retreating generals, but the billowing murderous aura was like lava erupting from a volcanic crater, devouring everything and destroying everything. Endless screams, cries one after another.

The barbarian soldiers killed in the poor mountains and bad waters were originally not afraid of death, but at this moment, as if they were facing an invincible demon, the entire military camp continued to collapse like broken ice, and patches of blood and water were falling into pieces.

The demonic qi that came from the north, surging wildly, almost without any stopping, rushed over like this.

After the anger dissipated, the moonlight returned, leaving behind broken corpses all over the ground......

***

In a military camp south of Haojing, the rain showers did not stop.

The sedan chair carried by the four barbarian warriors braved the rain like this, stepping on the rain mixed with a large amount of sludge that flowed everywhere and passed through the barracks.

In the distance, many barbarians were busy, either unloading the firearms from the chariots, or pulling up the oil canopies, trying to cover the gunpowder that had been so hard transported from behind...... Such an effort, in the midst of such a shower, is practically completely meaningless.

The sedan chair was lifted directly into a wooden building, and the hunchbacked old man got out, turned his head to look behind, raised his hand, and pointed to the soldiers who were busy in the rain, wanting to say something, but he didn't say anything, put down his hand, and walked into the depths of the big house.

"The firearms outside are gone." He looked at the woman who was constantly eating the fruit, "It makes no difference whether you cover it up or not." ”

The woman looked indifferent, peeling the lychees one by one.

The old man stretched out his hand, picked up one from the plate, straightened his waist again, raised his head, and glanced at the woman. This time, the hand was not cut off, and the woman didn't even react much, not even wanting to look at him again.

Put the lychee back again, and the old man said, "Your son, anyway, was not born by you, and if he dies, he will die, and there is nothing to care about." ”

The woman still didn't speak.

The old man sighed and sat down next to her: "Actually, I know what you are...... Your Excellency also knows...... It's hard to guess, but it's not entirely contextless. But Your Excellency doesn't care, I don't really care, the difference between you and us will never be greater than the difference between us and the Chinese...... Don't look at me, it's true. ”

The woman glanced at him, and it was hard to tell what it meant.

"By the way, what you asked me to check for you before, in fact, I have found some of it more or less, hmm, do you know Yu Xue? The place where Dayu is buried in the legend, go there, you should be able to find the person you are looking for, the last clue, na, this is some of the things I found, you can take a look. The hunchbacked old man took out a booklet with a cowhide cover from his sleeve and placed it on the table.

The woman did not look at it, but continued to stare at the old man.

"Let's get out early, basically, there's no hope for us anymore." The old man shook his head, "That Ning Jiang...... It's really unfathomable, Lin An is obviously under his control, and the emperor will die at this time, and he can't understand what he is doing at all. As soon as the emperor died, I thought we had a chance, but who knows, these people didn't withdraw their troops, not only did they not withdraw their troops, but they also made some kind of killing barbarian texts, I really don't know how he did it. Hehe, he must have promised these people some great benefits, but the old man couldn't figure it out, what the hell was this? These people in China, no matter what they do, must have a righteous name, and it is impossible to openly divide the territory, these people have different temperaments and different goals...... What kind of pie did he paint for them? I don't understand...... There are even things I can't figure out. ”

He let out a long sigh: "The battle between Your Excellency and those people is about to begin, to be honest, I don't have much hope......

The woman said slowly: "If at this time, the surname Ning is dead...... What will happen?? ”

The old man hesitated: "As soon as he dies...... I'm afraid those people themselves will be in chaos. He glanced back at the woman, was silent for a while, and slowly stood up: "In the future, I probably won't see you, right?" Alas...... I really miss the days in Yinchuan before, it's hard to endure, but at least ......"

At least what? The old man choked at once, or he couldn't find the words to describe it, or he felt that there was no point in talking about it now, so he left with his back hunched over and sighing.

Behind him, the woman slowly raised her head, her eyes flashing with a bloody crimson......

That night in mid-May, Ning Jiang sat outside his tent, flipping through the battle reports in his hands.

In this season, even if there are occasional showers, they basically come like thunder and go in a hurry.

It was too hot in the tent, so he simply moved outside and took care of the paperwork by the light.

All kinds of soldiers and horses have begun to besiege the main force of the fierce investigation and stab, in this case, even if it is a fierce investigation and stab, it is difficult to defeat the four fists with both hands, but for Ning Jiang, until the last moment when the victory is really decided, he will never relax easily.

In addition, some of the movements in the north have also become obscure at this time, and the spies arranged in the north and the Heaven and Earth Society have not heard new news for a long time, although he has sent someone to investigate, but there is an accident on that side, but it is also conceivable.

The screams of knowing were heard continuously around, one falling and the other rising. The air seemed to be stuck together, without any flow. The moonlight was very bright, and when I looked up, there seemed to be a circle of pale yellow light and shadow around the full moon, but the light on the grass was blue.

The color of the weeds itself is mixed with the reflection of the moonlight, like a layer of green frost. Looking beyond the camp, the mountains in the distance, outlining a hazy outline, the soldiers walked back and forth at the gate of the village, not daring to make a sound, so as not to disturb the commander inside.

And the misty cold air came at this time, with a bewitching atmosphere and an unknowable fragrance of flowers, and the moonlight seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier. The shadow came like a tide, there was a firelight in the walled door, the figure fell, the firelight flashed, and the strange darkness went away.

On the other side, the rest of the Lei He Daoren, the "puff of Luo smoke" Luo Fatzi, and the "Kaishan Boxing" Yue Bai were almost at the same time aware of the abnormality in the atmosphere. The three of them rushed to the direction of Childe together, but the surroundings, for some reason, have become foggy.

Yue Bai let out a low shout, and the internal force vibrated with the fist, trying to dissipate the mist, the white mist, but it just retreated slightly, and then it surged over again. There was a flow of air swirling on his right side, and he shot out suddenly, and his strength followed the sand pot's big fist to open the mountain and rubble, followed by a bang. There was a peaceful force, and it surged back, and the two forces collided together.

He took a step back, and his face changed slightly: "Thunder Crane? ”

The voice of the Thunder Crane Daoist almost came in front of him: "Yue Bai? How do you get in this position? ”

Before getting up, the two glanced at each other, but now they collided almost face to face, such a mysterious situation made both of them have some color changes. The sky was dark, but the strange and unsettling feeling was getting stronger and stronger. In the distance, there was the hurried sound of soldiers and the neighing of war horses.

Whew-

There was a strong wind coming from the same direction, like a tsunami. Flying sand and stones, the gods and ghosts were panicked, stabbing the two of them like knives, and it was difficult to open their eyes. "Someone stabbed the child!" Lei He Daoist whispered, full of anxiety, but in such a situation, it was difficult for them to even find out the location of the son, let alone rescue.

The moment the mist appeared, the young man had already raised his head, and when the wind rushed madly in his direction, the demonic energy was rolling in the darkness where he could barely reach his fingers. In the air, it is like a dense collection of fine needles, and every movement will be stung. The voices of Lei He, Luo Fatzi, Yue Bai and others, in all directions of him, were like ghosts hitting a wall, and they couldn't determine the direction at all.

Inexplicably, there was a loud explosion from the space, and this explosion came from the deepest part of the void, in fact, ordinary people couldn't hear it at all. His gaze seemed to be able to cut through the darkness, through the wind and sand, and look up at the whirlpool that suddenly bloomed above him. The vortex circled round and round, against the clockwise, swirling in his direction, obviously silent but slamming, the void shattered like a barrier, the vortex expanded further, and the ghostly voice rushed towards him with an indescribable, astonishing murderous aura.

It was like an erupting torrent, but it was an extremely cold, life-threatening impact, and with a bang, the young man fell, but the spirit god flying out of his eyebrows had already collided with the demon shadow that had been killed. The wind and sand are still blowing, the weeds are dancing, and the monstrous air currents are in the two energy that collides with each other...... Erupt.

It was like the sky was shaking, as if the sky was collapsing, but it was hard to figure out what was going on. A soldier who wants to protect the boss but can't even touch the figure of the boss, a terrified master who obviously has the strength of a grandmaster but doesn't know what's going on at all. It was a situation they had never encountered before, they could not see the moonlight, they could not hear the cicadas, and no one knew where to erupt from the wind and sand, and the phantom flew into the sky.

The earth was shaking, shaking, and shaking, making it impossible to stand still. There was an eerie crashing sound, and at a certain point, it spread rapidly like a spiral, and the space was full of wrinkles.

The vortex that burst out of the shattered void carried a beautiful bright red, a bright red that only the spirit gods of Ningjiang could see. Under the powerful energy that is not inferior to the sect saint level, there is no physical and soul explosion. The extraordinary battle between the two gods in the Void Plane was a terrifying, surreal contest that no one could really observe.

The bright red rushed up layer by layer, constantly rushing higher, a ray of light from top to bottom, obliquely slashing, perfect to the extreme arc, destroying gods and destroying demons. The space is divided, but what comes is indifferent to the extreme, but gorgeous to the extreme.

There are no knives, but knives are everywhere.

The arc-shaped Yan suddenly cracked, followed by a cold snort...... Or rather, a miserable hum.

Woman? In the darkness, the Thunder Crane Dao people and others all heard this snort.

The cold and angry aura did not end there, the smell of blood was permeated, and the mysterious demonic aura swelled further. The vortex that poked out of the terrifying black hole was full of fragrance, and the sword light and the bright red of demon blood flashed in all directions. I can't see how many moves have been exchanged, and the wind seems to have swept the entire heaven and earth, and the red shadow between life and death wanders.

The sword light flew and suddenly became ethereal, and the incorporeal but fierce sword qi danced wildly in the void, flashing quickly.

The second scream came, and it was terrible, the wind calmed down, and the sand was quiet. The bright moon returned, and the song of the cicadas that had been cut off from the outside sounded again, as if it had never been interrupted in the first place.

"Childe!" Lei He Daoren, Luo Fatzi, and Yue Bai rushed to the side of the young man who slowly stood up from the back of the case.

The young man paced to the desk, looked up with his hands in his hands, and looked at the full moon in the night sky. More generals rushed over, looking at the place in disbelief. The ground seemed to have been scraped by a knife, the turf was all turned down, and the documents on the case were blown everywhere by the wind, but other than that, there was nothing unusual to see.

"Childe, what's going on?" Lei He Daoren asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing, someone came over to play for a while, and now they have escaped." The young man said carelessly.

The corners of his mouth overflowed with a sneer.

He originally thought that the knife was the first demon in this world......