Since the end of last summer, the Northern Army broke through the Central Plains line, raided into the territory of the southern country, and fought in Huainan and the Yangtze River.

Just like in response to the attack of the northern kingdom in the Jiangnan region, from Guanzhong to the northwest, a large area of Hu Yan was gathered, broke the Tianshui, and attacked the western border of Guanzhong all the way.

During the most dangerous period of time, not only in the Chencang area of Guanzhong, but even in northern Shaanxi, there were traces of Hu Yan in the Western Regions, and there were also some demons from the Holy Fire Sect and the Seven Peerless Sects.

However, the grassland tribes that were most worried about the Tiance Army in the Western Regions were destroyed by a group of martial arts people because of the peace with the Northern Dynasty, and they did not take advantage of the situation to go south.

In northern Shaanxi, the 20,000 Tiance Army, under the dispatch of the deputy general, fought four major victories in a row, annihilated thousands of enemies, captured thousands, and beat those thieves in the Western Regions.

They have always flaunted their might, and they have fled back from the same way.

Captain Li Weiguo, the second son of the general, performed very well in the four major battles, and also led his headquarters soldiers and horses to run for 200 miles, broke Hu Yan's camp, and picked off the leader's head.

After the war, in terms of meritorious deeds, this Li Jiaxiao general is likely to become the youngest deputy general of the Tiance Army.

However, compared with the fire in northern Shaanxi, the Chencang area, which was the first to be invaded, is a little tepid, but it does not mean that the war here will pull the crotch.

The so-called good fighters have no great achievements.

Li Dingguo, the deputy general of Tiance, was stationed at Dasanguan, with nearly 30,000 people, and in the face of the tens of thousands of Hu Yan gathered outside the pass, he not only did not ask for reinforcements, but also divided half of the generals to support the northern Shaanxi side.

Relying on more than 10,000 people, the Dasan Pass was guarded like an iron bucket within a radius of 100 miles.

After Hu Yan attacked three times and dropped thousands of corpses, he also suffered a lot, and he didn't dare to drive his subordinates forward to die, coupled with the defeat of the northern kingdom by the Yangtze River, so that these Hu Yan who came from the pass also stopped.

They retreated nearly a hundred miles and did not retreat.

built a few camps, made it look like they were fighting against the Tiance army, and divided their troops to plunder everywhere, but General Li Dingguo had already made arrangements in the nearby city long before the war.

It was difficult for Hu Yan to even loot supplies, and by the beginning of spring this year, more than half of them had dispersed.

After all, he is a thief who loots for a living, whether it is the will to fight or the combat ability, he is not outstanding, but Zhang Chu, the head of the Seven Peerless Sect who drove Hu Yan in the Western Regions behind the scenes, has no intention of giving up.

On the contrary, after Hu Yan's defeat, he uncharacteristically sent another force towards the Chencang area.

Jiuquan Fierce Sword Sect.

The first-class martial arts forces in the Gansu region of the Western Regions originally inherited an unrighteous and evil style, but after the northern country entered the Central Plains, they no longer pretended, and naturally fell to Zhang Chu, that is, the Demon Sect.

It's just that they probably didn't expect that just after the battle of the Yangtze River, the Demon Sect would collapse overnight, and they would not even be allowed to use their name anymore.

It's like betting on the wrong treasure when it's stud.

Tragedy has been made.

Now there is no other choice than to go to the dark with Zhang Chu.

Outside the Dasan Pass, nearly fifty miles away, there is a Jiulong Mountain, close to the Wei River, and the terrain is good. A cottage has been built here since a few months ago.

The scale is very large, and there are people practicing martial arts in the village every day.

It's not the bandits, but the hundreds of elites of the Burning Sword Sect who live.

They built houses, drilled wells, and were ready to put down roots here for a long time.

"Zhang Chuwa has a heart."

In the center of the cottage, in a very delicate wooden building.

Yang Beihan, the elder of the Seven Peerless Sect, put down the letter in his hand with a smile on his face, the temperature in the mountain was lower, and this five-short figure and unattractive elder was wearing a felt blanket.

His face was still a little sallow, and he coughed occasionally, but he was not completely healthy.

Last time in Luoyang, he was seized by the mountain ghost and pierced his heart with a sword, almost losing his life, even if he cultivated in the secret place of the Seven Peerless Sects for more than half a year, the injuries have not yet completely healed.

There will be some after-effects.

He put down the letter, pulled the felt blanket on his body, sat down on a chair covered with tiger skins, took out a piece of stationery, and dipped his pen in ink with a wolf pen, and wrote:

"The master of the door himself opened:

Hearing that the master of the door had obtained a good treasure from the Holy Fire Sect and wanted to share it with the old man, the old man was very happy and frightened in his heart.

Seeing that the owner of the door wanted to do great things, he was still thinking about the old man, and he also felt feelings in his heart.

It's just that the thousand-year-old flame and other tyrannical things, although they have the effect of healing, but they need to be stimulated by thick essence and blood, the old man is already an old man, and he is seriously injured, and the essence and blood are insufficient, and it is a waste to use this strange thing.

The old man's injury, the door master does not need to worry, since he has already made up for his blood in the Blood Demon Cave, he only needs to recuperate to heal.

The wonder of the holy fire, the old man also heard the old master talk about it, such strange things, in the martial arts have thousands of wonders, not only can make the body transform into an ordinary person, the internal strength of the true qi refining, but also have a miraculous effect.

The main martial arts of the gate is stuck in a bottleneck, and it is in need of such treasures to help break through.

This is a God-given opportunity, and the owner of the door is for his own use.

In addition, the old man has arrived in the Nine Dragons Mountain, and the elite of the Fierce Sword Sect is stationed here, and the 100,000 demon soldiers in the gate have also been assembled in the countries of the Western Regions.

Tens of thousands of forwards have all set off, crossed the grassland, and headed north to meet the master of the gate.

The old man knows that the major events that the master of the door is thinking about have been carried out to the final stage, although he does not know much about the inside story of the Battle of Jinling, but he also knows that the master of the door has made up his mind to take the chestnut in the fire and turn the tide.

This matter is very important, and the master of the door has made up his mind, and the old man can't persuade him, so he will send his lifeless, the blood sea demon skill he has cultivated has been broken through, and there is an evil sword to help, and the door master's major affairs will also go smoother. ”

Writing this, Yang Beihan's pen stopped, as if he heard some strange sounds in the cottage outside the door, sounding in the night, as if someone was roaring and howling.

He listened, but he didn't hear the strange sound again.

The Seven Absolute Elders frowned, he lowered his head, the ink on the tip of the pen condensed into a small ball on the letter paper, and under the fluttering of the candle flame on the table, it was like a small ball of blood.

Yang Beihan's heart moved slightly.

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked elder pursed his lips, touched a few whiskers on his chin, glanced at the night that seemed to float outside the window, and then picked up his pen and continued to write:

"In addition, there is another thing that the old man is worried about."

Ren Hao tried his best to defeat the alliance of the five sects with his life, and attracted the old master to show up to see him off, although he did not reprimand the master of the door, but he saw the second son alone, but did not see the master of the door.

Come to think of it, the old master should also have some nostalgia for the door owner.

The relationship between father and son should not be so weak.

From the old man's point of view, the owner of the door wants to do great things, so the assistance of the Penglai demon is not necessary, if he is surrounded and killed, it can be regarded as an explanation to the old master. ”

Writing this, Yang Beihan stopped writing.

There was another strange sound outside the window, but it couldn't interfere with Elder Beihan's mind.

All his thoughts seemed to be on the letter in front of him, and the elder who had watched Zhang Chu grow up since he was a child sighed, the words in this letter, speaking of this, were extremely deep.

But Zhang Chu didn't know if he could listen to it.

He sighed again, as if he was worried about the elders of the younger generations, and in a long sigh, he folded the letter paper in front of him, put it in the envelope, sealed it with hot paint, rolled it up, and stuffed it into a small bamboo tube.

The elder jumped down from his chair, draped in a blanket, and tied the letter to the talons of the spirit eagle that was kept in the room.

This eagle is not as wonderful as the crested eagle.

But it's also a rare bird of prey, and it's very well trained.

When Yang Beihai opened the window, he released the eagle and watched it fly into the night sky and disappear into the vast night.

The little old man-like elder stood at the window, and after a few breaths, the terrible roar like a dying person once again interrupted Yang Beihan's flying thoughts.

He returned to his desk, and with a flick of his hand, a long black sheathed knife fell into his hand.

Not a good knife.

Yang Beihan does not pick weapons.

He also never actively looked for a good knife.

His weapons are like his people.

Plain, understated, unremarkable.

It's just that as soon as the knife was in his hands, Yang Beihan's momentum suddenly changed.

It seems that from a frail old man, he suddenly changed back to the appearance of the master who is rampant in the world, and as soon as he threw it away, the felt blanket on his body was thrown behind him and hung accurately on the hanger.

The corners of the clothes fluttered up, and there were a few rat whiskers on the chin, which were also automatic without wind, so that these five short figures, sharp-beaked monkey gills, and thin little elders also had a little more majesty on their bodies.

"Bang"

In the next moment, the door was pushed to the sides with force.

Yang Beihan carried a knife as high as his body, carried his hands, and walked out of the door.

In front of him, the high platform of the guard tower at the entrance of the Jiulong cottage has been lit, as if it is a sign of invasion, but the entire cottage is as quiet as a yellow spring.

"What kind of guest is not sleeping at night, coming here to disturb people's dreams?"

In the night where the flames were shining but the silence was chilling, Elder Beihan shouted loudly:

"What's the point of bullying the weak, please show up!"

This voice is infused with a strong true qi, just like the muffled thunder in the night, rolling out, echoing in the firelight of the cottage, as if it is a warning, as if it is an invitation, a temptation.

The guards in the cottage are the elite of the Jiuquan Fierce Sword Sect.

These Seven Absolute lackeys are naturally not as strong as Yang Beihan's martial arts, and they are rampant all over the world.

However, as a first-class force in the Gansu region of the Western Regions, these elite Sword Sects have strong combat power, and they have all learned the Seven Peerless Sects Life and Death Covenant Method, and their true qi is much higher than that of ordinary martial artists.

Even if the people who come are superb, they can't resist it.

But to warn one's companion or to sound a gong to warn him must have been done.

It's just that the situation in front of him makes Yang Beihan feel cold in his heart.

The whole cottage was dead silent.

Either that, or everyone is poisoned.

Either that, or they're all killed.

Although, there was almost no blood in the night.

Yang Beihan's left hand gently brushed the handle of the knife behind his back, and his breathing also became longer at this moment.

A flush appeared on his face, which was to use his true qi to forcibly protect the unhealed heart veins in his body, so that his own force would not be affected by injury and pain in a short period of time.

Whoever comes must be a master!

The wind in the night had already brought a little scorching, but every time he breathed, Elder Bei Han felt that he was inhaling the gloomy cold air, as if the five organs of the heart and lungs were being frozen little by little.

He was ready to face a strong enemy.

I was wondering who was coming?

In this pass, there is absolutely no such master, could it be that the Tiance Army has invited some reinforcements?

"If Your Excellency doesn't show up again, the old man will leave."

Yang Beihan shouted again.

This time, there was a hint of ridicule in his voice, as if he was provocative and sarcastic, but the elder's perception had reached the limit, and the wind and grass within twenty zhang of the surroundings were all in his ears.

But it still hasn't...

"Bang"

A loud bang interrupted Yang Beihan's thoughts, he raised his head, and saw a wooden wall of an attic shattered in front of him, and a figure swirled and flew sideways in his direction.

"Bang"

Yang Beihan took a step to the left in a hurry.

The man brushed his body and slammed into the room behind him, causing a loud bang, shattering the desk and smashing against the wall, splattering blood all over the floor.

The elder's exquisite wooden house was completely shattered under the bombardment of this "flying man".

Yang Beihan didn't look back at the ruins.

There's no need to look at it.

Such force, such speed, such impact.

is not a top master, even if he barely survives, his whole body is broken, and he can only drink porridge for the rest of his life.

"Liangyi Divine Fist?"

Yang Beihan was amazed.

He looked at the familiar figure who came out of the broken wooden house in front of him, and he said:

"I haven't seen you for more than half a year, Shen Daxia's fist has Ren Hao's six-point skill, and he is worthy of being the heir to the mantle of the martial arts alliance, which is really extraordinary."

"Sixty percent?"

"Elder Beihan looks up to Shen too much."

Shen Qiu lowered his hands and walked forward, with each step, blood droplets fell from his ten fingers, but as soon as he left his fingers, the blood droplets were frozen into blood beads in the faint cold air.

It drips into the ground, but it does not splash dust.

"Shen's punch, to have Uncle Ren's four points of skill, is already a blessing to invite heaven."

Shen Qiu raised his head, and in the backdrop of the firelight behind him, his figure appeared more and more slender, and the shadow cast on the ground was also stretched into a strange appearance.

It is as if there is an evil spirit, and he wants to jump out of that beating shadow and harm people.

"Ga"

A strange scream sounded from the sky above Shen Qiu and Yang Beihan, who were facing each other.

A trace of disgust appeared on Elder Beihan's face, he couldn't hear the crested eagle's cry the most, which would make him resound what happened in Luoyang City.

Shen Qiu, on the other hand, raised his left hand, and something fell steadily in his palm from the sky.

A letter.

A letter stained with blood and broken eagle feathers.

"To whom is this letter addressed to, Elder?"

Shen Qiu asked.

Yang Beihan didn't answer, but slowly drew the knife, the movement was extremely slow, and the snow-white blade slid out of the scabbard inch by inch.

With the moonlight in the sky and the fire on the ground, the murderous aura on the elder's body was also stirred.

Shen Qiu didn't seem to feel Yang Beihan's murderous aura at all.

He opened the letter in his hand, looked at it by the light of the fire, and after a few breaths he lifted up his head and said:

"You really treat Zhang Chu as your own son, telling everything, worrying about everything, planning for him, and suggesting for him, but unfortunately, that person is not worthy of a cool father like you."

"Wow"

A ball of fire, ignited from Shen Qiu's palm, and burned out the letter written by Elder Bei Han's heart.

The sharp wind flew around Shen Qiu, blowing away the ashes in his palm, and at the moment when the last wisp of ashes dispersed into the night, Yang Beihan and Shen Qiu started at the same time, turning into two blurred shadows.

Hit each other hard.

One touch and go.

Shen Qiu returned to the same place, and Yang Beihan also fell in the same place.

"Click"

The knife in the elder's hand was like shattering glass like a spider's web.

With a crisp sound, the pieces broke apart.

Yang Beihan's expression changed.

In front of him, Shen Qiu stood with his hands tied, he looked at the broken knife, and whispered:

"Watching a knife is like a man."

"It's just that I haven't seen you for half a year, Elder Beihan, you're really old."