"Where is the future of my Da Liao?"

Sitting on the horse, Yelu Hongji, whose face was yellow, looked at Yanmen Pass from afar, and couldn't help but look stunned.

When he led an army of 400,000 to the south, he was so proud that he thought that even if he could not defeat the army of the Great Song Dynasty, he could take advantage of the rebellion of the remnants of the Western Xia Party to occupy the land of Xingling, so that the Great Song Dynasty would lose all his efforts.

As a result, the remnants of the army behind him were defeated, but only 50,000.

Fifty thousand!

These days, Da Song has been chasing and killing.

Other armies and even the Jingsai Army are gone, and the most terrifying thing is the Flying Tiger Army created by Prime Minister Huang Shang.

Those people are simply not people!

God knows what price they paid along the way before they were forced to come to Yanmen Pass.

Countless bitter tears, not only Yelu Hongji's, but also the Khitan warriors behind him.

"Kill my Qilian Mountain, so that my six animals will not rest......"

"Death of my mountain, so that my women have no color......"

I don't know who led the way, the Khitan warriors sang in mourning, and the song spread far away, and the sound was full of desolation.

This is the song of the Huns, when Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty attacked the Huns, the Huns were miserable and miserable, so there was this song.

The Khitan is a descendant of the Xiongnu, and now this suffering has also been passed down in one line.

"Sing you paralysis!"

But the next moment, accompanied by the fire of Xuanhe, a loud voice came, and the sharp voice of the thunderbolt fire sounded: "You steppe barbarians, you want to invade the south, you can't do all the evil when you defeat the Han people, you are defeated by the Han people, you start to cry and chirp, the invaders sing this broken song on the land of other countries, disgusting or not?" ”

The words are not coarse, for the grassland peoples, they do not produce, and if they want a rich life, they can only go south to plunder, so should the Central Plains Dynasty deserve to plunder them?

"Since you have become a robber, you must be ready to be defeated and counterattacked!"

One by one, the reincarnators appeared in various ways, although there were only a hundred people, but they surrounded the 50,000 remnants of the Liao State like a net of heaven and earth, and not far away, there were more Shaolin monks, elite disciples of the Five Poisons and the Beggar Gang, rushing towards here.

Huang Shang hung in the air, overlooking Yelu Hongji, and made a final declaration: "The Liao State is doomed!" ”

"Come on, then!"

At this point, Yelu Hongji didn't say much, and set up a position.

However, just when the two sides were about to break out, they suddenly heard the sound of a strong exchange of energy not far away.

When I looked up, I saw that on the mountain road above the slope, there were four martial arts people who were already there.

One of the old men was fighting, their fists and palms intersected, and they were fighting vigorously, and every move was exquisite, which surprised the masters of all factions.

Another old Taoist sat on a big stone, his eyes watching the clouds on the horizon with great interest, and he was not interested in that wonderful battle, but a Tibetan monk not far away looked at the old Taoist from time to time, showing a look of fear.

The Tibetan monk was Gu Mozhi, and the old men who fought were Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.

Gu Mozhi has been a national teacher in Tubo for many years, integrating various departments, and has a lot of power, at first he was fluttering, but gradually he also felt bored, and he was very quiet, and he was greedy for the martial arts students of the Central Plains, so he came back to the Central Plains.

It's just that this time I didn't go to the six-vein divine sword again, deliberately avoided Dali, and went to the various gates, but by accident, there were some stories that had to be told with a little monk in Shaolin Temple.

Not long ago, Gu Mozhi ran into Murong Bo again.

For this friend who once gave him Shaolin a mastery, Gu Mozhi was very enthusiastic, but Murong Bo didn't recognize him, went to Gusu to participate in Hezhuang, and always said that it was his friend's home, so he couldn't enter without telling him, making this guy seem to be a real gentleman.

Gu Mozhi was very angry, but there was no way for this old friend with amnesia, so he came all the way to Yanmen Pass.

Then he ran into Xiao Yuanshan, who was killed, and this old Taoist who was sitting on the big stone.

More than 20 years ago, when he first entered the Central Plains, he overpowered the Kurong Zen Master in front of the Tianlong Temple, and when he gave birth to a few people in the world who could tie with the poor monks, he met this old Taoist.

That battle will never be forgotten......

Unexpectedly, after so many years, Lao Dao is not dead, his face seems to be younger than before, and his white hair has turned into black hair!

Gu Mozhi followed his heart's choice, and stood there without daring to move, even Xiao Yuanshan suddenly appeared, and he didn't care about Murong Bo's angry hammer.

You can't see me! You can't see me!

Not to mention the poor little Gu Mozhi, Xiao Yuanshan finally found the culprit of the year, pointed to a big rock and said: "Murong Bo, the Central Plains martial arts people who were deceived by your design back then ambushed me here and killed my wife and entourage, and today I will kill you here, and I will pay for the blood debt!" ”

Murong Bo's face was full of inexplicability, but he didn't say a word, burying his head in a hard fight.

Obviously, he had explained it before, but Xiao Yuanshan didn't listen to it at all, his shirt was torn, and the tattoo on his chest was exposed, and his demonic nature was dangling, which made people's eyes hurt.

That's not all, Xiao Yuanshan was originally a god of war, and now he met the biggest enemy in his life, it was really like a wolf and a tiger, hammering Murong Bo to the point that his temples jumped suddenly.

But in the midst of the scolding, many memories also loomed in his mind, making him even more painful.

And the two fell into the eyes of the Flying Tiger Army, Shaolin Abbot Xuan Ci was quickly stunned: "Murong Shi? ”

Before Murong Bo could answer, Xiao Yuanshan had already laughed wildly: "Your bitter master is here!" Xuan Ci, you are the leading brother back then, and our enmity has not yet been settled, but there is also an account to be settled between you and Murong Bo, a descendant of the royal family of the Yan Kingdom! ”

Xuan Ci looked at Xiao Yuanshan, and recognized this old man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a delicate face, and a strange tattoo on his chest for a long time, before he realized that this was the Khitan man of the year, and hurriedly folded his hands: "Amitabha!" ”

The guilt in his heart was even deeper, and he immediately flew forward.

It was he who mistakenly believed the slander back then, caused the Yanmen Pass tragedy, and tortured the other party to what he is now......

He must also bear this sin.

"My Buddha is merciful, the king is heroic, the sea of blood is deeply hated, all to dust, disappear into invisible! Xuzhu, you go! ”

However, at this time, among the Shaolin monks, the sweeping monk also spoke.

Xuzhu originally glared at Gu Mozhi angrily, obviously there was indeed a story that had to be told between the two, and after hearing this, he followed Xuan Ci's figure, and also used light skills to pedal and ran up.

Half of the sweeping monks went out of the mountain for Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.

Originally, he had a plan, when the hatred between the two reached its peak, he would explain and persuade them to return to Buddhism, but Murong Bo disappeared more than 20 years ago, and Xiao Yuanshan never came back after leaving more than a year ago.

The sweeping monk had no choice but to go down the mountain, but the old Taoist priest on the big stone was overjoyed, got up and waved his hand: "Little monk, you are here too?" ”

In the whole world, the only one who can call a little monk to the sweeping monk is this extremely long-lived Xiaoyaozi, and the sweeping monk saw his hands folded: "I've seen my predecessors!" ”

Xiaoyaozi looked into the air again, revealing his heartfelt joy: "You are really here, our unfinished battle more than 20 years ago can finally have an end!" ”

Everyone met his gaze, and saw a figure as pure as water and as vast as the sky, like a fairy descending from the sky, step by step from mid-air, landing in the center of Xiaoyaozi and sweeping monks.

"Huang Xianggong!"

"He's Huangshang?"

Everyone saluted immediately, even the Liao Emperor Yelu Hongji looked at the number one enemy of the Liao State who was like thunder, but had no chance to officially meet him.

And just as Huang Sheng appeared, Murong Fu appeared and protected Murong Bo: "Father, where have you been all these years?" ”

Murong Bo looked at Murong Fu in a daze and didn't say a word.

Is this the son of a friend's family?

So familiar! It's so familiar!

……

"It's really a boba jumping on the trampoline - a wave of unevenness and a wave of rise!"

Seeing the small Yanmen Pass, gathering forces from all sides, and so many strong plots, the panda among the reincarnators suddenly laughed: "Boss, who do you say is the protagonist of the stage in such a scene of heroes?" ”

Huang Shang smiled and nodded leisurely: "Yes, who will be the protagonist......"