The Tiance army has five thousand forwards, and they are murderous.

Such a strong army in the world, before rushing into the formation, also set aside half an hour for the Luoyang heroes who killed through the enemy formation to evacuate the battlefield, otherwise the army will start, and under one rush, it will be impossible to argue between the enemy and us.

The old soldiers of Tiance in Shen Qiu's formation shouted loudly, causing the heroes to retreat sharply to both sides of the battle formation, not to stop the army from charging into battle.

There hasn't been much communication between the two sides, and it's not a good time to talk.

After that touch of red clouds, in the burst of firelight, taking over the battlefield, after thousands of people galloped, the earth shook, and entered the chaotic army formation of the Northern Dynasties, the general trend outside Luoyang City was decided.

Pierced by the murderous army array of the Hundred Birds towards the Phoenix Spear, the large array of the Northern Dynasty could not stop the surprise attack from behind at all, just like a big hammer bombarding the iron felt, and the things that were blocked along the way collapsed at the touch of a button.

Those heroes who have completely killed the red-eyed heroes in the rivers and lakes, although they are tired and exhausted, but seeing that the Tiance Army is so powerful, they are also heartbroken.

Grabbing knives and guns, they followed the rear of the Tiance army in a scattered manner, cruising around, and also harvesting the heads of the defeated Northern Dynasty thieves.

Shen Qiu didn't get involved.

"Xiao Tie, Yi Jian, Xiao Sheng, Xiao Hu, come with me!"

He held the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear in his hand, and without saying much, Zhang Lan understood what he meant, and rushed towards Luoyang City in the rear, and a group of brothers also followed, following the eldest brother to the city to save people.

But in addition to Shen Qiu and his gang, there were others with him.

"Brother Shen, I also want to go to the city, so I'll go with you."

Dongfang Ce's chic robe was already tattered, and the blades of the rivers and lakes such as the Xuan Snake Sword were really not as good as spears in the battle array, probably easy to use, and he was still carrying the bloody spear in his hand.

Junxiu's face was also stained with blood, making him not look like the same him before, and his well-proportioned body had a lot more masculinity.

"Whatever you want."

Shen Qiu responded, and the group rushed out a few steps, and someone chased after him.

"Shen Daxia."

The bearded Yang Fu, this Qilu swordsman, was a happy one tonight, holding his long knife in his hand, and the short knife was matched at his waist, he carried the knife and asked loudly:

"Where are you going?"

"Enter the city, Demon Slayer Sect!"

Xiao Tie carried a heavy sword and shouted back.

"Good! Count Yang as a certain one! ”

Yang Fu also laughed, pulled the reins of the horse, and joined the team of several people.

This team of people are all masters, and there are hundreds of birds and phoenix guns to bless the murderous energy, although it is far less than the murderous energy of thousands of people, but the victory is incomparable, with Shen Qiu as the sharp arrow, and with the true qi infused into the horses, the blockers are blind.

Under the city wall of Luoyang, the black shield defense line has been torn apart, and seeing the reinforcements coming, the beggars and Heluo gangs on the city wall are also ready to go out of the city to fight.

Shen Qiu and the others are like a countercurrent.

In the incessant shouting of killing, he rushed into the desolate Luoyang City under the night.

The fire in the city is about to be extinguished, and it seems that the people of the Mo Family's Tianji Pavilion are also good at fighting fires.

A group of seven people galloped through the uninhabited streets of the city, and in the night sky above, there was constantly the sound of eagles, guiding them to the direction where Qingqing and Yaoqin were.

This made Shen Qiu's heart settle down for a while.

Fortunately, they haven't left the city yet, and they're still in the city.

"Are you afraid of fighting against your brother?"

Shen Qiu didn't ride with Zhang Lan anymore, he was not rushing on the battlefield, even if he only had one hand, he could control the war horse.

Hearing Shen Qiu's inquiry, Zhang Lan, who was holding the reins of the horse, sneered.

The swinger turned to look at his companions, and he pouted:

"Young Master Ben has even killed through the battle formation of 10,000 people, and now our brothers, each of them is a peerless man, and all of them are 10,000 enemies, and I am afraid that he will be a bird!"

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On the other hand, worrying about his life, he was already able to see the pagoda of the White Horse Temple in the night.

He walked in this blood-soaked Luoyang City, but he was fearless.

I was also in the mood to chat with the Yaoqin girl in the carriage.

Yaoqin, who is not skilled in martial arts, has always shown herself as a weak woman, this will also be quite peaceful, under the veil, her beautiful face is not worry-free, and she is not just sure that Shen Qiu will come to save her.

I still really made up my mind to exchange my freedom for the safety of my sisters.

"You young man, you just made it clear to me about your acquaintance with Qingqing."

Yaoqin sat in the carriage, holding her guqin in her arms, and while plucking the strings, she asked:

"You tell me honestly, are you in love with my family?"

This question made the anxious driver of the carriage stunned for a moment.

He tilted his head and thought about it, and said to Yaoqin in the car:

"Love, that's, what? I'm just, Qingqing, as a friend, she saved me, to me, very good. and Brother Zhang Chu, the same. ”

"Hmm"

This answer did not go beyond Yaoqin's conjecture.

After communicating with this young man just now, I knew that he was indeed very simple in his heart.

"Love, how can I explain this to you?"

Yaoqin also chuckled, she thought about it, and thought of that night, when she was drunk, and Shen Qiu's bold words, her cheeks flushed, but fortunately, there was no one else in the carriage.

Her fingers moved to the strings and she said:

"It's not like a friend, it makes you want to leave everything behind and stay with that person. It came very suddenly, as if it took root in my heart in an instant.

No matter how the wind and rain beat, it doesn't fade a little.

Let me ask you, have you ever thought about dropping your magic knife, no longer caring about the Zhang Chu Demon Sect, and following Qingqing to travel the rivers and lakes in the future? ”

"Nope."

Wu Wu immediately replied:

"I want to help Brother Zhang Chu, become a hegemon, and after repaying the favor, I will talk about other things. I don't want to lose it, but it's evil. ”

"What about after you become a hegemon?"

Yaoqin asked again:

"Your Brother Zhang Chu, I think he wants to be the leader of the Demon Sect, just like his father, he has the power of the world, what about after you help him succeed? You're only fifteen or sixteen years old now, and you still have a long life ahead of you.

You haven't thought about what you're going to do in the future. ”

"Nope."

On his lifeless and delicate face, he suddenly frowned.

Yaoqin said this question, he really never thought about it before, but now that Yaoqin asked it, he thought about it in his heart.

After a few breaths, he replied:

"If it is, Brother Zhang Chu, it has become a hegemon, there is no need, I, and the evil, then... Then come back, come to Luoyang, make steamed buns, exchange money, and accompany Qingqing.

Pick up Uncle Bei Han too, he is old, he is old, and he always says, himself, there will be no one, it will end well. I want to, I want to protect, Uncle Beihan. ”

"You've got that in mind."

In the carriage, Yaoqin sighed softly.

She said to Wu Wufu:

"But I think, even if Zhang Chu really becomes a tyrant, he won't let you go, and people like him are afraid that they would rather lock you up and lock you up for the rest of your life than let you walk around.

I heard Zhang Lan say that when you were a child, it was Zhang Chu who saved your life.

This is a matter of repaying kindness, yes, and there is no wrong loyalty, but there is no life, you treat Qingqing as a friend, and you can be regarded as my friend.

You have to think for yourself once in a while. ”

Yaoqin squinted her eyes, without a hint of urging, just like a friend chatting, and said to Wu Wufang:

"It's better that you have time in the future, go and ask you Brother Zhang Chu to see how he will arrange you in the future.

He saved your life, and you have repaid your great favor by sacrificing your life to help him succeed.

You are a demon sect person, Qingqing is a righteous person, if you continue like this, you may really have to kill each other in the future, you don't want to harm Qingqing, and you still want to come to Luoyang to make a living in the future, then you have to think more about yourself and your friends.

You say, sister, right? ”

Worry is silent.

He felt that what Yaoqin said made some sense, but he always felt that these things made him feel uncomfortable when he thought about them, as if he had betrayed Brother Zhang Chu's kindness.

But the idea has already arisen, and it is like a flame, which cannot be extinguished no matter how much it is beaten.

This made Wu Wuxing's heart a little troubled, and the evil knife in the knife box behind his back also buzzed a few times.

He simply didn't think about it.

He didn't talk to Yaoqin anymore, and whipped it on the horse of the carriage to speed it up, and after a dozen breaths, he turned into the street in front of the White Horse Temple, and saw that the temple courtyard wall had collapsed.

It seems to have been destroyed by sword qi.

Worrying about life, his heart tightened, and when he looked up again, he saw that the two people were facing each other.

Brother Zhang Chu led the Seven Absolute Elites, as well as some Demon Sect masters, and on the opposite side was a white-bearded old Taoist priest holding a sword, as well as a few disciples who were closely guarding him.

There was also a strange swordsman with a black mask and a sword of iron in his hand.

"Brother Zhang Chu! You, hurt? ”

Wu Wuming stretched out his hand to take Yaoqin out of the carriage, swept a few steps, rushed to Zhang Chu's side, and looked at Zhang Chu nervously.

The latter's clothes were torn, his arms and chests were a little bloodstained, and the most dangerous wound was on his neck, where a sword mark slid from his neck into his chest, and only a trace was needed to cut off his throat.

"They, did it?"

Wu Wu's left eye was red, and he reached out to hold the handle of the evil knife behind his back, as if he was angry with a beast, grinning his teeth, his momentum was dead, and he looked at the old Dao in front of him, and the blood sea demon skill was ready to go.

But just as he was about to draw the knife, Zhang Chu reached out and pressed it on his shoulder.

"No life, nothing serious."

The Seven Peerless Sect Master touched the wound on his neck, he grabbed Yaoqin's wrist with one hand, and looked up at the righteous person in front of him, his eyes did not stop on the imposing Chong and Lao Dao.

Instead, it crossed directly and landed on the mountain ghost in the rear.

Mountain ghosts are not intact either.

It's just that on the surface, his injuries are much more serious than Zhang Chu's, that Ye Luo kills the knife, every time he swings out, there are knife leaves scattered and hurt people, this Zhang Chu slashes casually, it is a sharp group attack.

The mountain ghost seems to have fought to the death with a group of swordsmen.

In addition to the face and neck are protected by masks, and there are no scars, there are blood marks left in every place on the body, and the hands holding the Chengying Sword are a little trembling.

The most serious injury was on the left leg, where little by little blood was left from the trouser leg, and there was already a small pool of blood under the feet.

"Brother Devil, let's win or lose again."

Zhang Chu glanced at the knife that was already cracked in his hand, and he said loudly to the mountain ghost:

"That's all for tonight, if someone is bothering, let's talk again next time."

"Let go of the woman!"

The mountain ghost's tone was dead, and under the mask, a pair of eyes stared at Yaoqin who was held by Zhang Chu's wrist, and he felt guilty in his heart.

obviously promised Shen Qiu to protect her.

I lost my words.

"She's your friend?"

Zhang Chu glanced at Yaoqin, and the strange different-colored pupils swept over, making Yaoqin's body tremble a little, the person in front of him was different from worrying about lifeless.

Being targeted by him is like being targeted by a poisonous snake or a hungry wolf.

There is an eerie and sneaky momentum, brewing in that eye, Yaoqin has never been in contact with the Demon Sect, but the man in front of him should be the Demon Sect!

That look is the only one that the Demon Sect has.

"Brother Devil, you really don't understand amorous feelings, how can I be willing to hurt such a beauty?"

Zhang Chu glanced at Yaoqin.

He said picturesque beauty in his mouth, but he didn't reach out to touch one or two, he is not Zhang Lan, indulged in the affairs of men and women, what kind of enjoyment is the love of men and women?

is invincible in the world like his father, and makes countless people kneel and worship, that is his Zhang Chu's ideal.

"Not only will I not hurt Miss Yaoqin, but I will also take her back to the Western Regions and become the Holy Flame Saintess under that one person and above ten thousand people, with a respected status and enjoy the prosperity and wealth of the world."

Zhang Chu took a step back, he looked at the righteous person in front of him, and said:

"Let's stop here tonight, save some strength, and face the future, what can you do if you hold Luoyang?

The rivers and mountains of the Central Plains are already in the bag of the Northern Dynasties.

The battle between good and evil is also implicit in the general trend of the world, and your generation is short-sighted, and now it has fallen into the inferiority.

I, Zhang Chu, have made a plan, and the defeat with the Southern Dynasty will be the final fate of you elm heads!

Walk! ”

Zhang Chu grabbed Yaoqin's wrist, and under the escort of a group of seven peerless elites and demon sect masters, he turned around and walked into the night.

The sword light was galloping, and he wanted to involve Zhang Chu and Yaoqin together.

But Wu Wusheng took a step forward, and the demonic red light suddenly came out of its sheath, and the illusion of the sea of blood was endless, engulfing the sword light, and pulling everyone in front of him into the sea of corpses and blood.

As early as in Suzhou, Chong and Lao Dao were impacted by the unstable illusion of the sea of blood at that time, which would be very close to the sword technique of worrying about lifelessness, and the unity of the evil man's knife, the sea of blood burst out, and it was five or six times stronger.

Even the half-step heavenly list was shrouded in illusion, and his mind swayed for a while.

Only the mountain ghost held Chengying in his hand, protecting him in front of him, and the black sword hummed, making him hold on to his mind.

"Don't ask for it, come along!"

The knife is only for deterrence.

Brother Zhang Chu didn't let him kill anyone.

He took a few steps back, followed Zhang Chu, left the White Horse Temple, and was about to speak, when he heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from the street at night, and the murderous aura was like invisible water, surging along the street, and a group of demon sect masters drew their weapons one after another.

Worrying about lifelessness is a few steps forward, holding the evil in his hand, and the sea of blood is running, protecting everyone in front of him.

The sound of the horse's hooves, Yaoqin, who was clasped by the wrist, also raised her head at this moment, and by the light of the White Horse Temple, in the swaying of the light yarn, she saw the man who rushed out of the night, was riding on a horse, holding an eight-foot bright silver gun.

Shen Qiu...

He was covered in blood, his clothes were scattered, and his body was in disarray, as if he had just crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and everyone behind him, everyone was like this, like a remnant of the battlefield.

But the earth-shattering murderous aura that entangles is so real.

It's as if everything in front of you can be broken by that gun.

When the mountain ghost saw his brother coming, he also took a few steps, staggered and fell into Qingqing's war horse, just like the last drop of water, and also merged into this battle array, making the fierce spirit three points stronger.

At this moment, Yaoqin's big eyes widened.

She was laughing.

A smile from the bottom of my heart.

Just as the world is difficult, there is no fear.

She hadn't said to Sorrow Wufang before, what kind of love is, but now she doesn't need to say it.

Now...

Isn't that exactly what that?

The ruined city, the lonely army, the shining silver spear.

Bloody, heroic, young man.

Isn't this exact, the best of love?