The continuous rain began to fall, and there was no sign of stopping, and the Mongol army at the ferry last night was still chased by the Turks, and the bloody ravages were about to break out, and when night fell, many soldiers were also lost in the dark night when they could not see their fingers. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

On the mountain road at the moment? A group of forty-three people came from south to north. On the way, he picked up four wounded horses, carried four of them, and when he saw the corpses on the way, he also sent out people to collect and search for something.

?“ ...... You say, 'Where are we going now?' At the forefront was the squad leader Yamucha, who clenched the steel knife in his hand and watched the movement around him with a frown.

There was silence in the team for a long time, and everyone involuntarily pulled down their heads in deafness, and everyone's hearts were confused about the future.

It was still gray and gloomy autumn rain, and more than 40 people walked along the mud and had to turn around the rugged mountain road ahead. Under this silver-gray canopy, on the side of the mountain road, more than 20 men in Turkic military uniforms were also descending along the mountain road. Due to the obscuration of earth and rocks. The two sides have not yet seen each other.

While everyone was still observing, there was a sudden movement above the hillside, and someone actually fought each other, and the crossbow sounded. At the corner of the road in front of the queue, someone suddenly shouted: "Engage!" "Arrows flew by, and those who walked in the front had raised their shields.

A few simple shields set up a loose array in the blink of an eye, and the opposite bow and arrow flew to hit the shield, and Yamucha held a knife and shouted: "Kill them!" ”

At the corner of the road, a war horse rushed abruptly towards the hastily formed shield wall in front of him. A Mongol soldier was knocked away by his horse, and the Turk rode in, wielding a long knife and slashing at him.

Yamucha walked in the mud with a knife in one hand, and saw the Turkic cavalry rushing towards him, the pace was not slow, the one hand holding the knife turned into two hands, and when the war horse was close to each other, the pace stopped abruptly, the body moved sideways, and he shouted and slashed out.

The horse flew out with blood, and before the Turks could get up, they were stabbed to death with spears by those who rushed from behind.

The splatters of blood stained Yamucha's face, his pupils had gradually turned scarlet, and he raised his knife and looked at the Turkic soldiers who had been cut to the ground, and let out a low roar.

Suddenly, a Turkic soldier suddenly pounced from behind and pressed Yamucha to the ground, the two scuffled together, and kept rolling in the muddy ground, after all, Yamucha was more powerful, and one turned over and rode the Turkic soldier on the ground, and when he reluctantly lifted the steel knife and was about to kill the man, a cold light suddenly flashed from behind!

"Captain!" The soldier beside him let out a burst of exclamation, but it seemed that it was too late, and when he saw that the sword light was about to burst out of his body, "Huh! The light sound of breaking the wind pierced the long sky, and the pale cyan sword suddenly shot from the sky, piercing the body of the Turkic man behind Yamucha.

Just when everyone had not come back to their senses, a figure of white-clothed Shengxue flashed like a magic in everyone, and lightly lifted the pale cyan long sword, held it in his hand, and couldn't help but have a look of memory on his face.

"Butterfly Love Flower ......"

Zhou Yi's thoughts suddenly returned to a few days ago, above the extreme peak of the Sword Realm!

Under the bloody sky, a quiet peak stands, shrouded in fairy glow, and a clear stream flows. In the sky not far away, the sun and the moon reflect each other, scattering a faint curtain of light, rendering a mysterious mystery that is difficult to make.

A white-clothed figure stood under the sun and moon with a sword, and the gentle breeze blew his clothes, making this figure look like a god in the sky, falling into the mortal world. Even the rays of the sun and moon seemed small and worthless around him.

Hearing a crisp and melodious sword groan, Zhou Yi saw Yan Fei bowing slightly, and the elegant long sword was already out of its sheath, seemingly stabbing out slowly, and in an instant, endless sword qi burst out, and they all stirred in the entire space.

Then, the long sword held in Yan Fei's hand drew more than a dozen flawless ring trajectories in front of him, laying out one after another innate energy full of yin attributes, condensing but not dispersing.

Rushing forward, the sword turned into a long mang, and the yang attribute innate true qi spit out from the tip of the sword, connecting more than ten rings, and a sword went straight out!

It's just a circle, a string, except for the two kinds of energy of yin and yang at the same time, there is no other outstanding place, even in the eyes of a swordsman like Zhou Yi, I am afraid that it is too clumsy to describe in words!

"Crackle"!

A lightning bolt that seemed to be able to crack the void appeared in front of him!

Flashes of lightning and lightning emitted strange sword flashes and piercing sounds that dazzled everyone on both sides and exploded at the tip of the blade.

The heavens and the earth suddenly darkened, the stars stopped flickering, the flowing moonlight was condensed like amber, and the cold wind that had never stopped for thousands of years could no longer be felt on the top of the sword peak, as if it was in another space.

Then everything stood still, dead silence.

Irresistible energy poured out from the "portal", and infinite energy surged in the void, instantly breaking the condensation state of heaven and earth.

"Is this the Immortal Gate?" Zhou Yi behind him let out an exclamation, staring at the unbelievable everything in front of him with wide eyes.

Yan Fei lightly pulled out a beautiful sword flower, and the huge immortal gate flowing in the space slowly disappeared, and gradually, the sky and the earth returned to the original state of condensation and solidification: "Yes! What do you think? Do you understand? ”

"Hmm......" Zhou Yi nodded seriously, his expression serious and solemn.

"Huh! That's really a complete merit! Yan Fei smiled, turned around and walked over slowly: "It's almost time, if you don't leave the Sword Realm, I'm afraid your physical body won't be able to recover, and you will have to be imprisoned here forever like the Sword Yue below, so let's leave quickly!" ”

"......." Zhou Yi's lips opened slightly, and he was about to say something, but was suddenly stopped by Yan Fei reaching out.

"Thank you and something like that, you don't need to mention it anymore, I'm already very satisfied to have such a talented and beautiful jade as you to inherit my swordsmanship, so you don't have to thank me at all, if you really have the heart, don't fall into the name of my Xianmen Sword Technique when you go out in the future!"

Zhou Yi nodded hard: "I must pay for my full strength!" ”

"Oh! That's right! Yan Fei looked Zhou Yi up and down, and couldn't help frowning: "By the way, what about your kid's sword?" ”

"Uh......" Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly showed a look of regret and reluctance: "When I was chased and killed by the demon leader that day, I fell into the Sword River...... I'm afraid I won't be able to take it out now......."

"How about trying my butterfly love flower?" (To be continued.) )