On the holy mountain, the flames soared into the sky, illuminating the entire sky.

The dark clouds are even darker and oppressive in the night.

The cool cold wind, like the prelude to a sonata, shuttles back and forth in the streets and alleys.

A bright electric snake pierced the sky, from the top of the holy mountain, through the clouds, and struck a towering ancient tree, igniting a bright fire.

A thunderclap, like the clarion call of thousands of troops marching, commanded the heavy dark clouds that had been suppressed for several days, and vented the pouring rain, washing the earth, trying to wash away this turbid world.

Ancient city walls, the gates are wide open.

The mottled cyan vines seemed to come to life after being soaked by the heavy rain, quietly watching the joys and sorrows of the world, a lonely spectator between heaven and earth.

Yun Xiaotian followed behind Le Que, and followed the army of the Famous Sword Villa towards the Holy Mountain, his eyes were resolute, the sword did not leave his hand, his heart was uneasy, and his angular and slightly childish face was cold and indifferent.

And the Black Wind Sand Thieves had already rushed into the Holy Mountain and fought with those divine servants of the Divine Wing Clan.

The shouts of killing and screaming filled the mountains and forests, and even the inhabitants of the Holy City could hear them clearly.

They close their windows and doors, hide under the covers, or get entangled with their lovers to reduce their anxiety and fear.

They can only wait for the dawn and accept the arrangement of fate.

Only a few people sneaked out of the holy city at night, away from this sudden war.

No one cares about the grand sacrifice, being alive is the greatest gift, and everything else is just floating clouds, with gains and losses at will.

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The Holy City Lord's Mansion is brightly lit.

The city lord of Mo and the commander of the army sat in the hall together, and from time to time there were personal soldiers who hurriedly came and went, bringing battle reports one after another, and taking away the military orders he had deployed accordingly.

In the hall, there were several corpses of the commanders, still bleeding, and the other commanders were either silent or holding back their anger, but they didn't dare to continue to make a sound.

After dealing with a military order, the Mo City Lord stepped down from the high seat, looked directly at these commanders, and said, "I know, many of you are still not convinced, and you don't understand me...... Why do you want to form an alliance with those ferocious Black Wind Sand Bandits to attack the Holy Mountain together? ”

"Someone suggested to me that I kill you all, just so that I can vacate a lot of military positions for others, and I don't have to waste these words with you here."

"But you have been with me for a long time, I can't bear it, how can I do it."

But those commanders sitting in the hall, looking at the colleagues who were still bleeding next to them, didn't say anything, but they sneered in their hearts, you Mo City Lord, can't you really do it?

"Whoever is willing to join me in the attack on the Holy Mountain, leave with me. If you don't want to, I won't force it, don't leave this hall until dawn! ”

After that, the city lord of Mo walked out of the council hall with his own personal soldiers, waiting for the choice of others.

The commander got up and followed the Mo City Lord out, one after another, and the others all walked out of the hall.

The real hard bones have long been drained of blood, and those who are left behind are people of insight who know the times, and naturally understand that they have already boarded the thief ship anyway, and with the temperament of the Mo City Lord, they can only have this choice.

In the night, the rain was pouring down, and the city lord of Mo rushed into the walls of the inner city with the last elite men and horses, and killed the castle on the holy mountain.

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When Yun Xiaotian and the others in the Famous Sword Villa arrived at the battlefield, there was already a river of blood on the mountain road, and the severed limbs and remnants were piled up all over the mountain road.

The Black Wind Sand Thieves and the allies who came from other cities in the desert fought with those flying and hanging in the air with the method of dying and dying together, and the lives of more than a dozen warriors may not be exchanged for the fall of a Divine Wing.

This is simply a one-sided massacre, and their only advantage may be that there are many people, and they want to use this to consume not many Godwing warriors.

As the leader of the Black Wind Sand Thieves, Lao Jia was surrounded by several elders of the Divine Wing Clan, and the sword in his hand was uncertain, full of dangers, but he couldn't help the other masters of the Black Wind Sand Thieves around him, and he could only watch his old friends die one by one.

With the assistance of nearly a thousand young elites on the Famous Sword Villa, the situation was barely open, and the competition between the two sides was the consumption of human lives.

The scales of victory fluctuated on both sides.

Yun Xiaotian and Ai Bingtai cooperated with each other, tacitly handing each other's backs to each other, resisting the attack from the sky.

It was only at this time that Yun Xiao didn't understand why the fierce Black Wind Sand Thieves still had the upper hand after finding so many allies.

In fact, whether it is the strength and flexibility of the single body, or the equipment and weapons on the body, there is no accident against ordinary Terran warriors, it is to crush.

What's more, the Divine Wing Clan can also fly into the air to avoid attacks, if it weren't for the fact that it was not to resist the army attacking the castle, as long as they flew away from the battlefield, Lao Jia's Black Wind Sand Thieves would have nothing to do.

Therefore, this attack is their only chance, and the entire Black Wind Sand Thieves have already made a desperate bet and pressed all their net worth chips.

They can't afford to lose.

But who wants to lose?

The Divine Wing Clan is not retreating, and defeat means the extinction of the clan.

In the dark night, the light of the fire on the sacred mountain exudes alluring warmth, attracting countless moths to put out the fire.

Those candidates lurking in the Xingfu Courtyard in the city are these stupid moths, one by one, or in groups of three or five, constantly pouring into the sea of corpses and blood in the holy mountain.

Most of them believe that the so-called gate of purgatory is where they tested this time, and at least it won't be a bad thing to see, it's a big deal to quit.

The war was chaotic, the order collapsed, and the initial silence passed.

In the holy city, lawless people with bad intentions lit chaotic bonfires, smashed and looted, and rioted incessantly.

Chaos, arousing the demons in the heart, unscrupulous.

Coming out of the dry well, Ye Bingyue and the others saw such a scene.

Ye Bingyue said to Mo Yuyan, who looked aggrieved and apologetic behind her: "You don't have to apologize, this has nothing to do with you, we took our own risk, something happened, and we can't blame others." ”

Berwynth didn't say a word, carrying his brother's corpse on his back, his face frighteningly calm.

As soon as they came out of the dry well, a group of guards wearing heavy armor walked over to them, and the officer at the head spoke to Mo Yuyan and said, "Miss, the city lord commanded, ordering us to leave the holy city with Miss immediately. ”

Mo Yuyan was in a bad mood, and said angrily: "You go back, I won't leave." ”

Listening to the noisy shouts of killing, Mo Yu said strangely: "Tonight, what's the ...... Why is it so noisy? ”

"Miss, there is a war going on on the holy mountain, and the city is also in chaos, this is really not a place to stay for a long time!"

Mo Yuyan looked stunned, obviously unexpectedly, when they jumped into the dry well, there was still a singing and dancing outside, and the lights were bright, and when they left the dry well, there was a fight outside.

She may never know that as soon as she jumped into the dry well, at the same time, the Mo City Lord in the Holy City ordered to join forces with the Black Wind and Sand Thieves, open the gates of the Holy City, and kill the Holy Mountain.

Whether it was the Holy Mountain or the Black Wind Sand Thieves who were ambushing outside, they did not expect that the war would happen so casually, and such an accident was only in the thoughts of the Mo City Lord.

Both sides did not make adequate preparations, and the original planning and foreshadowing came to naught.

But even so, it was still the Black Wind Sand Thieves who took a big advantage, after all, one attacked and one defended, and the surprise soldiers rushed forward almost without encountering any resistance, and in the end, the Holy Mountain was caught off guard.

In this regard, the Lord of Mo City is the one who uses his soldiers like a god, and he is like a god, and more importantly, his control of the entire Holy City army guards makes all this feasible.

Just when Mo Yuyan was still stunned, Ye Bingyue said: "Even if you are not afraid of danger, these children have suffered so much, only you can take them out of here safely at this time." ”

Ye Bingyue looked at Mo Yuyan and continued to speak: "Since you feel that you are sorry for Berwynshuang, then help us take these children out of here safely, even if it is to repay us!" ”

Mo Yuyan didn't know who the Bowen Shuang in Ye Bingyue's mouth was, but he quickly understood who else could there be besides the man lying on Bowen Shi at this time.

Ye Bingyue saw that she was still undecided, pointed to Bowenshi, and said, "Help us take him out of here, if he can't be saved, find a good place to bury him!" ”

Hearing this, Bo Wenshi looked at Ye Bingyue viciously, his eyes were full of anger, and he roared: "Ye Bingyue! What the hell do you want to do......"

Ye Bingyue ignored Bo Wenshi's anger, and just said calmly and lightly: "You can save him?" You're just going to do bad things, useless, brainless things. ”

"If the daughter of the Holy City City Lord can't save him, what can you do? Besides crying, and getting angry, can you grow up a little, little boy! ”

Ye Bingyue took Berwyn Shuang off Berwyn's back and handed it to the officer standing next to him.

When Bo Wenshi heard Ye Bingyue's ridicule, he knew that his concern was chaotic, but he still didn't give in, and said in a deep voice: "I don't believe them!" ”

"I believe it!"

Ye Bingyue stared at Berwenshi, the contempt in her eyes was self-evident.

Pointing at Mo Yuyan, Ye Bingyue said, "I believe in her." ”

"Aren't you going with us?" Mo Yuyan looked at Bo Wenshi and Ye Bingyue and invited.

Ye Bingyue shook her head, Berwen Shi was a little moved, but was pulled back by Ye Bingyue.

"Where are you going? How are we going to find you. ”

Mo Yuyan whispered: "Huang Fengcheng, Ye family. ”

Ye Bingyue nodded, signaling that she knew.

Ye Bingyue lowered her head in Bowenshi's ear, whispered to him, and said for a long time before he gave up following Mo Yuyan.

At this time, the heavy rain had already drenched them and soaked them all over.

Seeing Mo Yuyan and a team of sergeants leave, taking Berwyn and a group of children away, Berwyn whispered, "Is this true? ”

Ye Bingyue held her forehead silently and said, "Only a fool like you hasn't understood until now." ”

"Do you think those guys, why aren't they afraid of death, they desperately want to die."

"It's not like it's a game."

Before leaving the courtyard, Mo Yuyan suddenly ran back, squeezed out a not good-looking smile towards Ye Bingyue, and said, "Good sister, thank you." ”

Ye Bingyue also smiled in return, but she smiled much better than Mo Yuyan, and said, "It's nothing, help us take good care of him." ”

"Okay."

Mo Yuyan suffered a lot of fright tonight, like a frightened little rabbit, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of tears, but he still held back his tears and ran towards the gate in the night rain.

And those small children and young children, their eyes are dull, and their tears have already flowed cleanly, and they can only accept their fate weakly, and they can't see the way forward in the dense rain.