In fact, in the five years that Helan pretended to be a mountain bandit in Longmian Mountain, he never severed his connection with the Khitan Golden Horde, just for the sake of safety, he would not use secret methods to communicate unless he had to. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The last communication between the two sides was when Helan decided to spread the news of the Longmian Treasure House, and as for the price, both sides knew it, Helan ...... Surely death.

In the five years that he hid incognito in Longmian Mountain, Helan had already looked down on life and death, and he just wanted to do something for his clan before he died.

Despite the twists and turns during the period, Helan's goal was still to complete most of the time, and the Khitan Golden Horde decided to recapture his head, and did not hesitate to use the shadows that had been hidden for many years, mixed with the tide of victims, all the way south.

Although the scouts under the command of Longmen Copper Hook Copper Fish and An Dajiedu Envoy are far inferior to the old spy Tie Xue in the former Wuwang Army, they have finally pulled out many Khitan nails. The situation of serious shortage of manpower made the Khitan priest in front of Duan Pingsheng realize that it was difficult for them to regain Helan's head, and after seeing the men and horses led by Duan Pingsheng with their own eyes, they resolutely changed their goals and wanted to take off his head.

This Khitan priest hidden in the tide of disaster victims, ragged clothes, old face, before going south, his identity was an ordinary farmer old man, a few fellow villagers who were kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy because of the angry eyes of the wild sand, did not realize that this gray-haired old man who was usually kind to people was a Khitan alien.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of this person standing up suddenly, turning into a gust of black wind, and rushing into the terrible natural disaster, several fellow villagers were stunned, how could this old man who almost starved to death along the way, suddenly have such a superior demeanor?

In fact, if he could, this Khitan priest would be quite happy to guard his small pastoral and die alone, but it is a pity that his identity determines his fate, and he wants to die well? The only way to do this is to retire.

When he entered this profession, he didn't expect how long he would live, so he was extremely calm in the face of death.

There is the world-famous Huangsha Sword Monarch in front of him, and even one or two or more powerful warriors, it doesn't matter, because when he received the blood black letter, he had already made up his mind, although tens of millions of people will go to him.

With the blessing of the power of the totem, the Khitan priest smashed the Yellow Sand Sword intent with his strong physique, rushed away the stumbling blocks along the road, and came to Duan Pingsheng's front to overlook the enemy who had cut off Helan's head with his own hands.

The martial arts are mediocre, and the weakness can't help but be windy.

Can such a person sit on the throne of the Martial King? Can such a person kill the high priest of Helan?

He wanted to sneer, because he felt that the death of the High Priest of Helan was not worth it, and even more felt that even if Datang hated that Martial King, he should not let this kind of person spoil it!

The Khitan people's feelings for the martial king are special, they hate every incumbent martial king more than everyone else, but they worship the strong more than the Tang Dynasty military and civilians, in their minds, only the strongest can sit on the throne of the martial king, so they also worship the martial king, and look down on Duan Pingsheng's weak appearance.

Kill you!

The old face of the Khitan priest swelled with murderous intent, the last time he was so angry, it was a few years ago when a ruffian destroyed his crops, he always held back, did not kill the man, until the three-year drought border pass battle, hundreds of people left their homes, he took the opportunity to drown him in the river that was about to dry up.

The reason why it took so much effort was that the person said at the beginning: "Uncle, I'm thirsty, pick your cucumber!" ”

He looked at Duan Pingsheng, thinking about how to do it, and finally decided to slap him into a pulp with one palm, just like the days when Li Changfeng covered the sky with one hand in the past, no one could resist it!

If you are still the Martial King, I'm afraid that before I can make a move, I will have to be besieged and killed by your men, what about the old guy surnamed Zhao?

His gaze wandered, and he caught a ghostly white dress.

Hum!

I didn't expect you Zhao Lao'er to have today, there were countless elites under Li Changfeng in the past, you just need to watch from the wall, and now you are about to die, but you have to do it yourself.

Wuwang Mansion, after all, it's not the Wuwang Mansion!

The Khitan priest didn't care about the appearance of the white-clothed shadow guard, because he had no idea of going back alive at all, and it was his greatest wish to kill Duan Pingsheng before he died!

A palm fell, and the momentum sank, and the fierce wind made it difficult for Duan Pingsheng to open his eyes.

But his expression has never changed the slightest, and there is no wave in his eyes, and there is a bamboo in his chest.

The Khitan priest looked at Duan Pingsheng's appearance and smiled disdainfully, just looking at the momentum is not weak Li Changfeng, but unfortunately he still has to die after all!

But as soon as the smile appeared, he noticed that something was wrong, what was it?

The bamboo dragon spat out the letter, his eyes burning.

He and Zhulong's eyes were intertwined, and he was puzzled in his heart, Fangcai, why didn't I see the existence of this thing?

Forget it, don't care, let's shoot it all together!

Despite thinking so in his heart, his eyes still couldn't help but look at the magical creature on Duan Pingsheng's shoulder, watching it spit out letters again and again, and then suddenly opened his mouth, and the sky and earth suddenly changed color!

In the eyes of others, the sky is still the same sky, and the earth is still the same land, but in his eyes, heaven and earth are intertwined in a spiral, like a black hole that swallows everything, and it is difficult to struggle. This person can be the big leader of the Khitan nail, and his heart is naturally far beyond ordinary people, he knew that he had been hit by an unknown magic, so he increased the force in his hand regardless of it, and slapped Duan Pingsheng's head, during which there was just a snap of his fingers.

But it was at this snap of a finger that the white-clothed shadow guard's fist crept in.

The fist rushed forward, smashing the fingers of the Khitan priest, the phalanges were shattered inch by inch due to the huge force, and the entire arm was completely dislocated.

Duan Pingsheng watched the Khitan priest come and go in a hurry, but when he came, his momentum was like a dragon, and when he left, he was like a rag, and as soon as the wind blew, he fell to the ground.

"It's also difficult for you, it's obviously a big spy who is used to assassinate powerful people, and he has to be buried in the hands of this king because of a Helan." Duan Pingsheng glanced at the severed corpse and returned indifferently, "But don't worry, I will definitely dispose of Helan's head properly, keep and suppress him at the foot of Wanbei Mountain, and he will never be reborn!" ”

Huang Shadao Jun noticed that the tide of victims had stopped, so he retracted the artistic conception of Tongtian, his face was a little pale, and there was no way to use his vitality in the near future, so Huang Yan, who had just experienced a bloody battle, hurriedly protected him and was extremely attentive.

Duan Pingsheng, who had returned to his horse, asked Wu Heita to follow him and come to the Endless Disaster Victims.

The eyes of the victims were complicated, still immersed in the shock of the monstrous yellow sand, looking at the appearance of Duan Pingsheng and Wu Heita, but they didn't care much.

Duan Pingsheng glanced around, his gaze calm: "I am the King of Martial Arts!" You probably know the names of my family's ancestors and ancestors, now that the sun is shining, this king doesn't want to talk nonsense, walk along the official road for another two hours, and you can reach Youzhou City, at that time, Gu Hao's assassination history will place you in the newly built camp! There is no need to worry about sleeping in the open air, let alone worrying about food, as long as you no longer make waves in Youzhou City, one day, you can return to your hometown! ”

For these displaced victims, returning to their hometown is the ultimate dream, and when they heard Duan Pingsheng's words, they couldn't help but feel hopeful in their hearts.

Duan Pingsheng's words were actually a bit high-sounding, so he didn't care about whether these victims would have an impact on Youzhou City, he only cared about whether the beggar gang could deepen their influence in the hearts of these victims.

"If you don't want to be bullied in Youzhou, you can find an organization called the Beggar Gang, most of the members of the gang are victims from the north, even if you have no intention of joining the Beggar Gang, you can seek their refuge!" Duan Pingsheng pointed to Wu Heita beside him, "This person is Wu Heita, the leader of the beggar gang, he is the son of the old pawn in Jiangdong, and he is also from the northern Liaobei territory, and the beggar gang was founded by him!" ”

Although the victims of the disaster rejected the word "beggar" in their hearts, Duan Pingsheng's words made them no longer entangled, a gang established by the victims themselves, what reason did they have not to believe it? And Wu Heita's honest appearance also fell into their eyes, and the last trace of doubt in their hearts disappeared.

At this point, Duan Pingsheng resolutely returned with Wu Heita, and watched the mighty tide of victims continue to move south along the official road, and then set off again.

There was no danger of surviving a catastrophe, Zhang Yu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, to tell the truth, he was really worried about the outbreak of the disaster, how should he survive? Even Mr. Qiu Zhi couldn't use the heroic righteousness of the sage book against these people, fortunately, Huangsha Daojun made a move, and as for Duan Pingsheng's last exhortation, he selectively ignored it.

There is no reason to know it with emotion, and there is no earth-shaking righteousness, it is nothing more than a simple declaration, and the words even reveal a superior posture.

Laugh at!

Isn't it just a little county king? What is the spirit? If I were one of those victims, I would have to stone you!

However, Duan Pingsheng has his own reasons, the existence of the victims is extremely special, it stands to reason that they are the most powerful and vulnerable group, and the strong declaration is likely to cause a backlash, but Duan Pingsheng is concise and straightforward to say what they care about the most, that is, the camp where they live and the food they depend on for their livelihood, as for the possibility of returning to their hometown, it is just a big pie that can be completed.

Duan Pingsheng didn't want to be a good person that everyone admired, and he didn't have the heart to greet these people who still wanted to loot him, so he just showed them coldly, and those victims who were suppressed by the Yellow Sand Knife Intent had no objections.

In this way, Duan Pingsheng and General Liu led the carriage queue all the way north, and finally saw the outline of Wanbei Mountain in the distance before noon.

It is a special mountain that people will never forget, there is not a single plant and tree on the mountain, only a dense blood-colored stone tablet, lonely and densely standing. Duan Pingsheng was a little fascinated, because there were many brothers buried on this mountain who accompanied him to fight the world, and because he hadn't seen it for a hundred years, the blood-colored monument was filled with the vicissitudes of life and the breath of slaughter.

Zhang Yu, whose legs were sore and almost unable to walk, was holding on to the reins, and he didn't know whether he was leading the horse or the horse dragging him, seeing the red light in the sky, his eyes burst out with endless hope, as long as he walked for a while, he could get a good review, the mantle of the master was waiting for me!

Zhang Yu bit his lip stubbornly, for fear that he would scream out because of excitement, in fact, he didn't know what pain was like, because his feet were numb, and every step seemed to be stepping on cotton, which made him think that he would have to be proficient in light skills in whatever he said in the future, flying around all day long, and saving himself from suffering this sin again.

And at the end of the team, the three figures also looked at the posture of Wanbei Mountain, and the woman was amazed: "I heard that every stele here is a martyr who has died in battle, and there are really many people who are willing to die for King Wu!" ”

The man standing beside him shook his head gently: "You are wrong, there are not many people who are willing to die for King Wu, most of them have to join the army, or go into battle for their hometown or for their juniors to kill the enemy, not many people really voluntarily go to the dangerous place where their heads are spilled with blood, the existence of King Wu is just to make these people die less." ”

The last masked man snorted, "What bullshit? One will be a success! None of the martial kings of the past dynasties were good things, and Li Weimin didn't make a big move, but in order to control Liaodong, did he secretly do less pickled things? I think the current Tang royal family estimates how to deal with the Blood Feather Sect that has a headache, in the final analysis, it's not because Li Weimin needs the Blood Feather Sect to help him clear the obstacles? ”

The other men were noncommittal, and the women pouted and said no more.

The masked man's gaze was condensed on the blood light on the top of the mountain, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "As long as I absorb this blood cloud into my body and snatch that thing from that ant's hand, I can be fearless of the Heavenly Dao tracking and try my best to make up for the missing soul." ”

Hearing this, the man and the woman glanced at each other, and they all showed worried looks, after the people slaughtered the Dengxian Jade Platform, they actually did not escape into the deep mountains and old forests, but hid in the shadows with dangerous tactics, and happened to catch the two of them.

After forcing Duan Pingsheng to find out his whereabouts, Ren Tu actually wanted to wipe out the two immediately, but fortunately, the man showed his life-saving hole card, so that the two of them escaped by luck, but the price was like a hostage, and they were held hostage by him.

Han Xiao turned his head to look at Duan Pingsheng's back with some annoyance, and said in his heart, why haven't you noticed it yet! If you really let people succeed, not to mention that your life is not guaranteed, even this girl will not be free.

In contrast, the thief king is still calm, he doesn't care whether Duan Pingsheng can save the day or not, he is more concerned about whether the price he paid is worth it!

"Two years to go! In two years, I have to be fully prepared, otherwise there will be no room for recovery! ”

Thinking of this, there was a hint of deep sorrow in the eyes of the thief king......