The leaves fell quietly from the treetops, and the whole Linhuang Mansion was eerily quiet.

In the evening, people walked into the council hall one after another from the outside, and everyone had a solemn look on their faces, and there was a wonderful atmosphere in the whole council hall, oppressive, heavy, and the restless power in the heart was constantly suppressed, as if waiting for something.

After the crowd was close to full, after waiting for a while, Zhou Yi came in.

All of them sat upright, their hands on their knees, clenched their fists, raised their heads, and looked at the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue.

Torches were lit in the room, and the air was filled with the smell of smoke. More than 100 officers gathered, everyone stood up, sat down, and after being completely quiet, Zhou Yi spoke.

"I know that most of the soldiers in this city are the old Khitan troops, and you have risen up to resist for freedom and oppression, and I have deep respect for you.

"However, I still have to explain the intention, perhaps many people already know that we are not the envoys who came to liberate you, it is only because Mongolia cannot face the powerful Turks on its own that we have come here In a sense, we have been using you"

"I'm ashamed, but for now, I still need to continue to borrow your powers! Yesterday, a Turkic emissary placed the head of a Mongol warrior in front of us, it was my brother. Now in the mountains of Birhan, the iron hooves of the Turks are trampling the birthplace of the Mongols day and night, and Temujin and them are living a very hard life."

"We are not sending troops because Mongolia is worth saving. I can't use my emotions to decide who is worth saving and who isn't. However, in this world, everyone can only save themselves first, and in the future that we can see, the Turks will become stronger and stronger, and they will conquer the Burhan Mountains, occupy the entire Saiwai, and even go south to the Central Plains, and their power will become more and more consolidated! ”

"And the only way in front of us is to completely defeat the roaring golden wolf before it comes back to its senses!"

The night is deep and full of stars.

On the distant plain, the heavily armored army jumped out of Linhuang Mansion, and the army of more than 10,000 people rushed out of the mountains without the slightest hesitation and flew out towards the front line of the Buerhan Mountains!

After the failure of the negotiation with the Turks, the first round of clashes between Zhou Yi's side and the Turkic army broke out completely on the same night, and the army of more than 10,000 people quickly divided into more than ten teams of about 1,000 people after rushing out of Linhuang Mansion, and ran across the entire grassland overnight.

The flat official road looks quiet and solemn in the night, the Turkic soldiers escort the carts back and forth, since Huangshagang was captured by Zhou Yi and others, the supply of grain and grass for the Turks has been a problem, but Fengyancheng is not willing to suspend the offensive, and orders the Turkic headquarters in the rear, day and night, looting grain and grass, escorted to the front line, to maintain the crazy offensive of Fengyancheng's headquarters on the Buerhan Mountains!

Bleak or tragic things happened in this land from time to time, but loose resistance did not mean much in the face of the formed army, only a lot of blood flowed, which became the material for the Turks to kill chickens and monkeys.

At this time, the escort officer was ordering a team of soldiers under his command to quickly escort dozens of truckloads of grain and grass to flow forward.

In the silence of the night, the sound of whipping and invincing was mixed with the cries and cries of the people. For a while, there was indeed a feeling of being in full swing.

However, at this moment, two teams of black-clothed angry horses appeared on the slope of the official road, and the killing intent that rushed to the sky was already rushing towards them, as if an awakened male lion was waving its claws and letting out a low roar.

The horn of warning had just sounded, and before the Turkic soldiers who were escorting had time to react, the warriors in black and furious horses had already rushed over like a torrent.

When the sun rose here, the logistical lines of the entire rear of the Turks almost collapsed! The mighty Khitan new army, along the main road, swarmed from all directions!

Midnight, the King's Tent.

A thunderclap suddenly flashed from the sky, and a spirit in Fengyan City suddenly woke up from his sleep, wiping the fine beads of sweat on his forehead with some tiredness. The terrible cold wind gradually blew through, rolling up the curtain slightly, and through the gap, Feng Yancheng suddenly felt a chill in his back, and a mysterious feeling suddenly rose from his heart.

It was as if something terrible was coming with thunderous fury

On the grassland of Saibei, a tall and majestic figure is standing with his hands in his hands, looking up at the sky hanging low overhead, as if he can take nine heavens with one hand.

The owner of this figure was draped in a gray robe, and the gray hair on the back of his head spread out like a lion's mane, and at first sight, people felt a dignified majesty, and on his face, at this moment, he also wore a dark black mask, without any carving.

"There are people like Brother Xiao outside the Demon Gate, which is really not to be underestimated." At this moment, an elegant magnetic voice sounded. Just by listening to the voice, you know that this must be a very attractive man.

"Oh? You are? The man in gray couldn't make out the expression on his face because of the mask, but his surprise could be heard in his voice alone.

With his rare martial arts cultivation in the world, he couldn't find any trace of this person, how could he not be surprised?

"Don't be surprised, if you talk about it, you and I are brothers!" A gust of wind blew, and the man in the green shirt and robe had suddenly appeared, and when he looked at it, this person was actually the son Xiaoyan who had been missing for a long time after Luoyang?

At this time, although Gongzi Xiaoyan still had that signature smile on the corner of his mouth, some gray hair had appeared on his temples, and he looked like he had a lot more dignified taste.

"At the small banquet of the prince of the Lower Demon Gate, I saw the little magician Xiao Canglan!"

"Oh?" The man known as the Little Demon Master slowly took off the mask on his face and said sharply: "I didn't expect you to recognize me, but there are two sects and six ways of the Demon Gate, what qualifications do you have to call yourself the Demon Gate as a descendant of the Flower Sect?" ”

"Huh!" The smile on Gongzi Xiaoyan's face became more and more intense, and he stepped forward and said, "Junior brother has recently learned a few new kung fu, and I would like to ask my senior brother to give me one or two?" ”

?“ The green dragon is jealous! Childe Xiaoyan shouted, his hands wrapped around the changes, the changes were wonderful, and the killing opportunities were heavy.

But seeing this move, Xiao Canglan's face couldn't help but sink, the eighteen claws of returning to the soul are the stunts of the Demon Palace, and the son's small banquet will actually make it?

However, he was surprised in his heart, but the movements in his hands were not full in the slightest, and the same type of Vermilion Bird in the eighteen claws of the Soul immediately fought back, but the moment the fists and feet intersected, Xiao Canglan's face suddenly became iron-blue, his pupils couldn't help but dilate, and he looked at Gongzi Xiaoyan with a frightened face, and lost his voice.

"How can you know how to do it?" (To be continued.) )