Six King Kong figurines carried four-wheeled carts and ran wildly in the mountain road, and behind them was the earth-shattering shouts of Liang Jun.

Yang Xian sat on the four-wheeled bicycle and looked at Han Buying, who was running beside him.

"Have the people and supplies of Danhu Water Village been transported away?"

"A hundred large ships have been temporarily dispatched from Zhounan County, and by noon today, they should be able to be transported away."

It's the first time Han Buyi has seen the power of Yang Xian's four-wheeled vehicle, this speed, where is pushing, it's simply flying! Even with Han's footsteps, he barely kept up.

"What about the soldiers of the two camps?"

"They have all withdrawn one after another!"

"That's good!"

The shouts of the Liang army filled the mountains, and most of them were words about the capture and killing of Yang Xian. However, Liang Jun didn't know where Yang Xian's specific location was, at most he was just gaining momentum.

Yang Xian's side, scouts and Tsing Yi were guarding. The road is narrow, the mountains are lofty, and the bloody killing aura in the sky has not diminished by half a point, reflecting half of the mountain area.

But this is only 20,000 Liang troops!

The terrible thing about the one line in the army lies in this, all the people are united, and the spirits retreat. The monks in the army had a low starting point, a large number of them, and a difficult journey. If this were not the case, there would be no four noble veins in this world.

At that time, Yuan Cheng, the head of the Chengtian Taoist Sect, once wanted to follow the model of the first line in the army, and he succeeded. Yuan Chengtian's talent, resourcefulness and astonishing the world, with his own strength, integrated the star lineage, and brought forth the new, creating the three heavenly talismans that even ordinary disciples can practice.

Back then, Yuan Cheng raised his arms and shouted, and the millions of disciples under his command were vigorous, and the country of the Great Zhou Dynasty was almost changed.

Since Yuan Cheng, the first vein of the star has declined, and the monks of the other two veins no longer dare to try like this, and even set up a rule that the law will not be passed on lightly, because they are afraid that ambitious people will follow Yuan Shoucheng's example, disrupt the situation in the world, and bring ruin to their own Dao system.

The crane was flying, and because of the bloody killing aura of the mountain, its white feathers became a little dull and ominous.

The crane sang Jiugao, and two monks in Taoist robes were under it, looking at Yang Xian who was running away on the mountain road, his face was filled with great interest.

"Is this Yang Zizhan?"

For thirty years, order has been formed among the monks. One vein in the mountains occupies the Central Plains, one vein in the art is distributed south of the river, one vein in the army serves the princes in various places, and one vein in the stars is scattered and scattered.

And with the Chengtian Daoists of Jing, Yi, and Liang returning to Yang Xian, this order is being broken.

"At a young age, it is really powerful to be able to fight evenly with such immortal heroes as Huan Wu."

"It's really powerful, looking at this bloody killing aura in the sky, Huan Wu is really angry."

"Brother Chu, the world is about to change. Whether it is a vein in the mountains or a vein in the arts, several sects have already begun to prepare. But my generation wants to survive this great change, but they can't get around Yizhou and Yang Xian. ”

"Brother Chongshan, what do you mean?"

"Whether we want to or not, we have to reach out to him."

"Brother Chongshan, you won't forget! Is Yang Chun's old killer still in Yizhou? He made a rule at the beginning, my great grandmaster is not allowed to set foot in Yizhou. ”

"Time has changed, Yang Chun was originally to protect Yang Ci's bloodline, but now, Yang Xian has become a talent. What's more, this great change in heaven and earth cannot be avoided by any monk. ”

The pursuit of the Liang army continued, and the 20,000 Liang troops finally converged into a unit, crossed the two villages of prison grass and trapped beasts, and chased to Danhu Water Village.

From Liangzhai to Danhu Water Village, the long road was crowded with Shu troops, slowing down the speed of Yang Xian and others.

"Oops, why is it so slow?"

Yang Xian looked at the crowd in front of him, and then looked at Lian Liangjun chasing behind, scooped himself a bowl of pheasant soup from the iron pot carried by the King Kong Demon Warriors, and drank it slowly.

Han Bu looked at Yang Xian, who was eating well, and said with some concern.

"Lord, the Liang army is about to catch up, and I will take the soldiers and horses to block one or two."

The water vapor came with the wind, Yang Xian shook his head and said, "No need. The morale of the Liang army is high, and you can't please if you go to resist. ”

Yang Xian is really strange, this has been more than ten miles down, and Liang Jun's bloody killing aura has not weakened by half a point, but has become stronger than at the beginning.

Listening to the shouting of 'don't let Yang Xian run away' in the back of the sky, Yang Xian bit the chicken leg depressedly, is he so hated?

"Would you like some?"

Yang Xian has been simmering the chicken soup with a spiritual fire, and the iron pot is still steaming at this time.

Han Buyi shook his head, he just ate a few cakes in a hurry for breakfast, and he was already a little hungry all the way. It's just that in this case, where can he eat?

The Shu army walked out of the mountain road, and the field of vision became broader. Danhu Water Village is not far away, the winter wind is strong, the lake is rippling, and the warships on the pier are shaking violently.

The Liang army was only a few hundred zhang away from the rear team of the Shu army, and only a few hundred zhang away from Yang Xian, who was walking at the end. Huan Youji saw the familiar four-wheeled vehicle, and his eyes were red.

"Yang Xian Xiaoer, where are you going?"

Liang Jun chased all the way, but there was no trace of decline.

At this time, there were not many people in the Danhu Water Village except for the soldiers who stayed behind. Huan Youji led 20,000 Liang troops to besiege this Dazhai and forced Yang Xian and others to the shore.

Heavy Shu soldiers guarded in front of the four-wheeled vehicle, so that Huan Youji couldn't see Yang Xian's face on the car clearly.

"Yang Xian, today is the end of your Shu army."

Seeing that a fierce battle was coming, there was a loud shout from the Danhu Lake behind the Shu army.

"Don't panic, don't panic, Tang Dafu is here!"

On the surface of the lake, riding the wind, dozens of warships entered the Liang army's field of vision. Tang Dafu stood on the bow of the ship with a big belly, quite a bit of the momentum of the world's heroes.

"Tianhe Fa-rectification, water dragon chanting!"

But he saw Tang Dafu mobilize his body and control the water potential, and on the turbulent lake, the wind was howling, and two water dragons jumped out of the lake.

The sound of the dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth, and even the monstrous bloody killing aura was also frustrated.

Neither Sergeant Changce nor Tsing Yi beside Yang Xian thought that the dead fat man who usually only gags and runs away when something happens, is so powerful.

As the warship approached, the two water dragons danced wildly in the air, and the huge pressure forced the Liang army, who was in full swing, to palpitate.

"The wall of gas!"

Seeing the two water dragons approaching, Huan Youji shouted. The violent collision made Liang Jun, who was on the front line, unable to bear it, was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

The front of the Liang army became disorganized. What's even worse is that the water dragon dissipated, drenching most of Liang Jun's armor and clothes. In this winter, the wind on the shore of the lake was unstoppable, and the cold spread to the whole body of the Liang soldiers, and also extinguished their blood.

On the four-wheeled car, Yang Xian took a sip of chicken soup and waved his hand.

"Withdraw!"