Sun Lang was so anxious that he went straight down the mountain desperately, feeling that he had never run so fast in his life, but the hillside was very steep, and a row of narrow stone paths was covered with slippery moss, so he could only follow the trend and carefully poke his feet down to climb. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After walking for a long time, I came to the top of the seventh gate. At present, the gate of the village has been tightly closed, and there are many soldiers standing on the sentry on the side, swords out of sheaths, arrows on bows, all of them are holding their breath to guard and prevent the enemy from breaking through the pass.

Sun Lang stood in front of the door and shouted loudly: "Hurry up and open the gate of the village and let me go down the mountain!" ”

"Who are you? At this time, there are people attacking the camp at the foot of the mountain, and you can't open the door casually! A minion at the gate replied loudly.

There was a banging sound of Jin Ge hitting each other at the bottom of the mountain, obviously the two armies had already fought, Sun Lang was shocked, and said anxiously: "I am the husband of your Miss Yan, hurry up and open the door and let me go down the mountain, I have 100,000 urgent matters!" ”

When the minion heard this, he hurriedly exchanged his head with the military leader beside him, and whispered a few words, the military leader also went to drink the wedding wine yesterday, obviously recognized Sun Lang, and shouted respectfully: "Since it is Xianggong, how dare I not open the door and let me go?" Then he ordered them to jump off the sentry and open the gate for him.

Sun Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and then rushed down the mountain, and passed through two or three gates repeatedly, each of which had to be explained to the guards for a long time, and then moved out one after another as the young lady's husband, so that he could be allowed to pass.

After tossing and turning like this for nearly an hour, he passed through the fourth gate. At this time, the sun was in full bloom, and the dense fog in the mountains gradually dissipated, and I saw two groups of people and horses fighting fiercely under the mountain in the distance.

It turned out that there were seven gates in this cottage, at this time Sun Shangxiang led five hundred soldiers to break through two of them, and when he was about to attack the third gate, he met Yan Baihu to help, and the two armies would fight on an open ground in the mountains.

I saw thousands of thieves like bees and ants, the sound of killing shook the sky, the momentum was surging, and the black pressure was rolling forward. The five hundred soldiers of the Sun family army were attacked by two walled gates, and only two or three hundred people were left at this time, fighting with the bandits, obviously hitting the stones with eggs, and fighting and retreating again and again.

And there is a young and handsome white-faced general in the Sun family's army, wearing a bright silver armor, wearing a vermilion red curtain on his head, holding a pair of double-strand swords in his hand, straddling a white horse, flashing and moving between the sword rain of the bandits, whirling and dancing, like a swift through the forest, graceful, light and elegant.

It's not someone else, it's really his sister, Xiaoji Sun Shangxiang.

Although the soldiers of the Sun family were defeated and retreated, Sun Shangxiang turned the tide on his own and resisted the fierce charge of the bandits. A group of thieves shouted and screamed, and gradually rushed towards Sun Shangxiang, besieging her in the middle, swords, guns, swords, halberds all beckoning to her fragile body.

Passing through the trees in the mountains, rays of sunlight shone on the blades of the swords, refracting blinding radiance, blood splattered everywhere, and the wounded screamed to the sky, making people frightened to see and hear. Sun Shangxiang brandished his double swords, barely parrying and dodging, and gradually felt overwhelmed, and for a while he was drenched in sweat, panting, dangerous, and quite embarrassed.

And Yan Baihu stood on a big bluestone, commanding the group of gangsters to rush and kill with the whip handle in his hand, with a smile on his face quite calmly, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Kill!" Kill me! This little white face has fine skin and tender meat, and the taste is sure to be good! Those who can kill the head of this white horse junior will be rewarded by this king! ”

There must be a brave man under the heavy reward, and when Qunkou heard this, he simply left the hundreds of weak soldiers of the Sun family alone, and all of them went towards Sun Shangxiang.

Sun Lang's heart was beating in shock, and he hurriedly shouted loudly: "Uncle! Exercise restraint...... Don't hurt my sister! She is my sister, your sister is her brother-in-law, you and her are also relatives, they are both family, why hurt the peace......"

However, he was too far away from the battlefield, coupled with the sound of killing under the mountain, Jin Ge contending, how could his weak voice be heard in the ears of all the bandits? Seeing that it was useless, he could only anxiously speed up his pace and continue to run down the mountain.

Two fists are invincible to four hands, and two swords can't resist the attack of swords and halberds. A cluster of sharp knives and guns stabbed at Sun Shangxiang's body together, and they were about to tie her into a hornet's nest.

Could it be that such a beautiful girl is about to be cut into meat by a sword?

At this moment, he suddenly heard a clear sound from her mouth, threw away the long sword, and then twitched in a red silk silk around his waist, and took out four flying knives, and threw them all out with a volley of both hands.

Sun Lang was originally discouraged, and thought that he was going to watch his sister lose his fragrance and jade, but when he suddenly saw her move, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

That's right, this flying knife is nothing else, it is Sun Shangxiang's exclusive divine weapon - Jiufeng Luan Ming Knife, which he worked hard to forge into a blade, mixed with the spiritual power of the dragon bone, and reforged!

"Woo woo woo ......"

The air flow surged, drilling into the thin hole on the blade, stirring up a burst of echoes, and the clear sound of Luan and Phoenix resounding in an instant resounded in the sky, passing through layers of dense forests, and heading straight for Xiaohan!

This is not surprising, what is surprising is that the four Luan Ming knives burst out, and they did not fly out of a straight line, but rotated back and forth around Sun Shangxiang's body! The sharp frost blade slashed at the clump of swords, spears and halberds, as if harvesting wheat and cutting leeks, and the brush cut it all in two.

The flying knife swirled, and a circle of azure blue rays swirled around her, like the brilliance of an angel, which was both wonderful and dazzling, and it was amazing. When Sun Lang saw this, he couldn't help but stop, and looked at it with his mouth wide open.

This is the artwork in his hand, and the organic combination of a peerless beauty during the Three Kingdoms period, as if it is a dry firewood, it is majestic between heaven and earth, which makes people feel angry and moved. Thinking of this, Sun Lang forgot about the tense battle under the mountain, and actually felt a slight sense of satisfaction and ease.

The bandits surrounding Sun Shangxiang were all horrified by this abrupt scene, and they couldn't figure out what the reason was, so they all froze in place one by one, not knowing where to go, and not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

"Eat my magic skills!" Sun Shangxiang stretched out her arms, and the four flying knives obeyed her command, and the radius of the rotation became larger and larger, and the first to bear the brunt of the explosion was on the bandits in the front row around, all of them were splashed with blood on the spot, which was miserable. The flying phoenix swirls between the bits of crimson blood, blooming with a cold glare and emitting a low cry like a grim reaper's smirk, interpreting the aesthetics of violence to the extreme.

Where had a group of bandits seen such a strange weapon, they hurriedly turned their heads and ran, and scattered in a hurry.

The hundreds of sergeants of the Sun family's army, who had been defeated and retreated, saw that the main general was actually one enemy and one hundred, and suddenly their momentum was greatly boosted, and they shouted loudly, and launched a counterattack, chasing and slashing all the way towards the bandits, and gradually forced the bandits to the bottom of the walled gate.