The red they were dyed all over the body did not come from the remnant sun. There was a wound on Jun Chaojiu's shoulder, and the rest of the small injuries were unknown. Ao Yan didn't get a bargain, and the broken hole of the gun also broke some scars on her body, and there were overlapping bruises under her clothes, not to mention how many. The breath of the two of them was all disordered, and they no longer paid attention to any routines, but only relied on perseverance, instinct, and hung a breath, gritting their teeth and using knives and sticks, fists, kicks and joints as weapons, and hitting their opponents fiercely. Words are useless, then speak in essential ways until you lose consciousness or regain your senses.

It was blurry in front of me, and there was a buzzing in my ears.

Jun Chaojiu suddenly withdrew. Off the field, one of the queen's guards had left in a hurry, as if he had just reported something to her. The queen stood up and shouted:

"Stop!"

Jun Aoyan also felt that something was wrong, a high-frequency sound that was definitely different from tinnitus was echoing everywhere, which made people feel ominous. She stood up with her knife in her hand, and turned her straight gaze away from Junranjiu. It was like some kind of alarm, a warning of something?

"Rakshasa is coming!" The queen directly turned over to the stage and ordered sharply, "Everyone, follow the city patrol guards and go home." If you are not a bad enemy, you are strictly forbidden to fight, and you are not allowed to go out! ”

The inexplicable fear spread in an instant, and the three people in the audience looked around, and all the residents, whether they were shemales, were panicked. Their appearance is not as simple as hearing of an enemy attack, but as if a natural disaster is coming, and some powerful and irresistible threat is wreaking havoc on this place. The previous joyous excitement changed its tone in an instant, and the crowd was still noisy, leaving all kinds of horror in vain.

The city guards each led a group of residents to rush out, although it was a chaotic appearance, but fortunately, it was also orderly in chaos. They ran against the flow of people to the ring, and the queen saw it, and said to some of them:

"The current situation, you also see it. Lone also wants to know the outcome of the game, everyone has been fighting very hard so far, but there are priorities. The game is over. If you want to help, come with me. ”

Jun Aoyan didn't speak, and staggered back to his companions. Concerned about this sudden turn of events, they quickly deliberated and proposed to the queen to go with them.

Before she could elaborate, the queen hurriedly called out to her subordinates, calling them to bring their horses. The horses of Wuguo are also extremely tall, and their eyes are not like those that eat grass, but they are fierce. Their rough skin is smeared with simple dyes, outlining the lines of the ancient and wild.

The queen jumped on the most flamboyant of the horses, and before she could greet them, she rode away. Several people also mounted their horses and joined Shura's cavalry, following her horse.

After running for a while, they couldn't help but wonder when they were heading in the direction they were heading. Qi Huan clamped the horse's belly, rushed forward two steps, and asked loudly:

"Your Majesty, isn't it the Rakshasa who is coming? Why do we go to the inner city? ”

The sound of hooves and the howling of the wind in the galloping horse caravan. Whether the queen heard his question or not, she did not answer. Qi Huan had to suffocate his stomach problems and returned to the small team of friends. He hurriedly swept them on the bumpy horseback, Jun Aoyan obviously hadn't focused his attention here, Liu Shenghan and Frost Moon Jun both had thoughtful expressions, but he couldn't guess what they were thinking.

They ran all the way, wrapped in a group of tall cavalry, and could only vaguely see the scenery around them, which was difficult to distinguish carefully. It wasn't until he passed through the high walls that Jun Aoyan raised his face, approached his companions and asked:

"Look here, isn't it the Temple of the God of War?"

"yes, didn't you say Rakshasa, how did you get here!"

Running through the last wall, the Shura scattered, faintly outflanking. The queen jumped off the ground and looked at the white cornices of the Temple of the God of War. She turned her head, and happened to face Qi Huan, who was dismounting, and said coldly to him:

"I just gave you face, but the matter has come to this, and I still don't tell you where the missing one of you has gone?"

"This, yes, what about others?" Qi Huan was also taken aback, and turned to look at Liu Shenghan, "Didn't you say that you went to relieve your hands......"

"Save your tongue. I didn't expose your people who came to trouble my temple because I didn't want you to be too ugly. ”

The queen's eyebrows were cold, and the words were thrown, and the people had already walked towards the palace gate.

They hurriedly followed, still searching their stomachs and trying to say something, but as soon as they approached, a figure appeared in the hall.

It's not Bai Ya, who is it.

At this time, he was almost unrecognizable. His hair was scattered, the headband was opened at some point, the scars on top of his body were stacked, his clothes were full of tears, and there were blood stains on his face, I don't know if it was his own or something else. The usual and stable aura was also chaotic, as if he had experienced a vicious battle and had just crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood.

He stood still in the doorway, his feet floating, but his tone was full of solemnity:

"You can't go in."

"Can't get in? This is our territory. The queen glared at him. The Shura guards raised their weapons and surrounded them step by step.

"Your territory." Bai Ya gasped and sneered, "Yours? The land you plundered from the natives of the southern kingdom is naturally yours? Temple of the God of War...... It's weird. Where did Rakshasa come from? Now it's just you, the people of the capital, you've been driven home, haven't you? You don't want them to know that they can't be seen what they shouldn't......"135 Chinese

Before he could finish his breath-disordered words, his dark red hair swept through like a stream of fire. Bang, the hook blade chops on the staggered yin and yang double knives. Bai Ya's arm holding the knife trembled slightly, at this time, he was not in his heyday, far less. Even if he blocks in time, he doesn't know how to fight hard and brute force, and he has a few chances of winning.

There was a piercing scrape between the blades, and sparks burst out, reflecting the queen's gloomy, furious eyes. Bai Ya gritted his teeth, and his hands became heavier and heavier.

A chill swept by.

The queen let out a low growl of exasperation between her teeth. A knife—a scabbard, a scabbard entwined with ancient runes, stopped her hooked knife.

She lifted her gaze, and met her with a face as cold as iron.

Frost Moon Jun didn't know when he was in front of Bai Ya, and in his cold voice, his indifferent tone like hail snow seemed to freeze thousands of miles.

"Don't make things difficult for you. All said, your opponent is me. ”

“……”

The king deliberately staggered his weapon, not knowing what his intentions were. When the hook knife struck the metal tassel of the Demon Sealing Blade, a small piece of golden fireworks splashed.

"It's over, draw your sword." She probably smiled, "The battle with the Demon Sealing Blade is also expected by me. ”

"Huh?" Frost Moon Jun frowned slightly, "But it's not in my plan." ”

"You don't have a choice."

She slashed to the side, and Bai Ya dodged the fatal blow with a side flip. The wall where the bones were stacked opened in an instant, and huge cracks spread upward.

"Oh, I can't help it!"

A queen's cadre was in a hurry. It seems that this temple of the god of war does have an extraordinary meaning for them. But at this moment, their king apparently did not think so. That's not something more valuable than that.

"Again, don't come in!"

Before Bai Ya's figure disappeared at the door of the God of War Temple, this was the last thing he left behind. He should know that his words have always fallen on deaf ears when they are thrown in front of this group of people. He should know that he was injured like this, and this group of people would never sit idly by. He probably didn't expect them to come at this moment, he thought it would be longer, and the effort he had just come out to take refuge would put them in front of the new danger. So Bai Ya had to re-plunge into that unknown bloody storm, and he had no choice.

"Did he underestimate our righteousness?"

Qi Huan was a little unconvinced. Liu Shenghan glanced at him, he comprehended, and exhaled a string of small paper figures connected together. Liu Shenghan traced a trace with that crystal beautiful pen on every paper figure that flew in front of him. The paper people suddenly scattered, flying all over the sky, incredibly fast, chaotic and orderly. Behind each paper figure was a thin line of light, as if the paper figure was a needle and a thread, and they quickly formed a huge net.

In this process, there are naturally countless guards who want to rush in, but Jun Aoyan will not give them a chance. The light net dissipated and melted into an invisible wall, until the trash fish on the left and right were blocked outside this huge net, and Ao Yan had a breathing space.

Her father—probably—drank probably, but watched from afar, without intervening or stopping it.

The henchmen of the King of Shura, there are still six people. One of the red-haired men smashed his fist on the sturdy barrier, and naturally there was no reaction. The rest of the guards punched and kicked, and even with their weapons, they couldn't break it. From the spacious inside, the guards looked a little scary. Qi Huan crossed his arms, satisfied with the enchantment they had set up together.

At this time, one of the generals came to the front of the barrier. It was supposed to be a woman, but her muscles were so strong that some of them were hard to identify, and if it weren't for the small pair of beast ears of unknown breeds, she would have easily been recognized as Shura. Instead of striking the barrier hard, she placed her palm on it and poured demonic power into it. Qi Huan's face changed, and he glanced at Liu Shenghan, and both of them took two steps back at the same time. The barrier the youkai touched suddenly softened, and she broke it open with all her might, and walked in like tearing a membrane. Although the barrier immediately closed behind her like a curtain, the other generals also broke through the barrier one after another. The demonic power seemed to soften it and increase its resilience. But it was still not easy for the other ordinary Shura to walk through this barrier, and they were still struggling anxiously on the other side of the transparent wall.

"Let's ...... away"

Liu Sheng said that it was not good, so he was going to go to the Temple of the God of War. Qi Huan knew that they had no choice, so they had to take refuge inside the temple, and they planned to help Bai Ya in the first place anyway. Ao Yan took one last look at Jun Chaojiu before entering. He stood at a distance, indifferent. Maybe he knew that with his identity as a human, he couldn't break through the barrier like those ordinary guards, so he simply didn't try. Who knows, Jun Aoyan doesn't plan to think about it anymore. No matter what kind of person he was back then and what choices he would make, it has nothing to do with him now.

There was a slight stain of blood on the floor of the hall, but it wasn't a mess. Some of the statues had been slightly damaged, but the Queen, Bai Ya, and Frost Moon were not here. They should have been heading deeper into the temple in the first place. Couldn't hear any fighting, probably they were far away.

Without giving them much time to react, the Queen's subordinates walked into the temple one after another. If they face off at this moment, they don't have much chance of winning. Just the one-on-one format of the ring is enough for them to drink a pot.

"Hit, or ......"

Ao Yan whispered as he clutched his weapon. The three of them slowly retreated in the face of the approaching enemy.

"Only fools fight! It's two to one, what a simple arithmetic problem! ”