Mu Dianke burst into tears and laughed, and said, "You give me the flute." ”

Chang Qianfo stretched out his hand and said, "Take it yourself." ”

Mu Dian could see that his hands were covered with snot and tears that had been wiped from his face, and he was holding himself with the other hand, so he couldn't spare time, so he had to take the flute out of his sleeve with a red face.

Chang Qianfo said: "I have grown so big, and I have never been touched by a girl, you have to be responsible." ”

Mu Dianke's face was so red that he couldn't be red, pretended not to hear, put the flute to his mouth, pressed his fingers sharply, and blew five or six notes intermittently.

A moment later, the same sound of music was heard in the depths of the night, as if it was blown out of leaves, and the sound was quite clear, of different lengths, five or six sounds.

Chang Qianfo carried Mu Dianke and flew in the direction where the voice came from.

Jin Yanchen rode the black cloud to run wildly in the crowd, waving a long knife of dark iron and slashing wildly, and the figures everywhere he passed were like fallen grass. The splash of blood stained his face, staining his gloomy face with more and more anger.

The cavalry in front quickly changed formation, and the large army was divided on both sides, revealing a row of thirty crossbowmen with six rows of high and low crossbowmen, each carrying a large arrow basket behind him, and no less than forty or fifty arrows were prepared. The bow shot wildly at Jin Yanchen.

The crossbowmen will be flanked by chariot soldiers, halberd soldiers and spearmen. It's rare to be a rare Xuanxiang array.

This array is extremely powerful, and various arms attack in turns, wave after wave, without giving people a chance to breathe. However, the formation is complex, the number of participants is large, and the degree of cooperation is extremely high. Unless the soldiers are well-trained and well-trained, they will be able to use the power of this formation freely.

Rong Yi even transferred this kind of divine soldier at the bottom of the box, which shows that he must win the head of Jin Yanchen.

Jin Yanchen had already killed his red eyes, swung his knife and slashed at the left and right sides, and some soldiers who didn't have time to avoid the sides were cut off their heads, leaving only a bare neck, still walking, looking at a large area of red, very terrifying.

The shadow of the sword was fast, connecting into a silver waterfall, horizontal in front of Jin Yanchen's body, as if hanging in the air, knocking away those dense stray arrows that were shooting at him.

The sound of "ding", "ding" and "ding" is endless.

In order to avoid the untimely supply of arrows, all the crossbowmen were equipped with more than the normal number of arrows, and they didn't want to shoot less than three arrows, and the second arrow, which was a little slower, had not yet been wound, and Jin Yanchen rushed over like a fly.

The crossbowmen hurriedly retreated, but there were still a considerable number of people who did not retreat in time, and became Jin Yanchen's sword.

Hundreds of spears were drawn into an arc and stabbed towards Jin Yanchen.

At this moment, a black boulder fell from the sky, carrying a blast of wind, and smashing down at a speed that was indiscernible to the naked eye.

The two spearmen directly below the boulder were smashed directly into the dirt. From the cracks in the stone soil spilled dark red blood.

The spears, spears, and halberds in the hands of the soldiers were as if they were inducted, and they all flew towards the boulder.

It's a huge magnet.

Tan Qianqiu and Wang Shusheng followed closely behind Jin Yanchen, one holding a curved sickle, and the other throwing poisonous needles, attacking the chariots on both sides.

The famous Xuanxiang Formation was easily breached.

Jin Yanchen rode with no one to do, and he drove away, but he didn't know where to go.

In his mind, the scene of Xu Younan kneeling in front of him with a gold thread purse in his hand kept replaying.

With blood on his purse, Xu Younan's eyes were filled with tears, and he said, "Childe, the girl is gone." ”

Suddenly, a large piece of the heart was dug out, and a large hole was made in the heart, and cold wind was poured into it.

Nope.

the girl who was less than two years old and was held in his arms and called "sixth cousin"; the girl in the little red dress who ran hand in hand with him in the sea of pear blossoms; the girl who accompanied him from birth to death and blocked the knife for him; The girl who drank wine with him all night on the Gobi and lent his shoulder to the one he leaned on...... Nope.

He didn't believe it! He didn't believe it!

They are all people who crawled out of hell, they can't be beaten, they can't be killed, and their lives are harder than stones, how can they just be gone?

If she is gone, what will she do now? From then on, in this vast world, he was alone, with nowhere to settle in his body and nowhere to put his heart, like a lonely ghost and a wild ghost.

What should I rely on to survive?

Jin Yanchen's hand was still slashing, and even the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood could not fill the gap in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a sharp flute sound in the night, and the end note folded, which was the secret signal that he and Mu Dian had agreed to report peace to each other.

Then there were three or five more.

Can't be wrong!

Jin Yanchen's whole person froze for a moment, and after a pause in his hand holding the Xuantie long knife, a sharp arrow came in through the gap in the shadow of the knife and pierced into his shoulder.

I don't know the pain.

My heart was occupied by only one thought: she was alive! Still alive!

Xu Younan rolled up a blade of grass and echoed it. It didn't take long for two figures to appear on the black-pressed army.

The man had sword eyebrows and a silver robe, and he was the son of Changjiabao, Chang Qianfo. And Mu Dian can be held in the arms of Chang Qianfo, with an obedient expression, without the slightest intention of resistance.

There was a pain in my heart.

The long knife slashed down, and several heads separated.

Chang Qian Buddha and Mu Dian can both land.

Mu Dian snatched a long knife from a general, and the Jin family's knife technique was swung at will, although it was not as domineering as Jin Yanchen, it was light and flexible, and it was in a class of its own.

For a moment, no one dared to come close.

The three of them joined forces to attack at the beginning, quickly tore a hole in the east of the encirclement, and the group broke out.

Suddenly, there was a stream in the crowd, and Chang Qianfo shouted, "Be careful! Holding Mu Dianke and rushing forward, several small and imperceptible rays flew out from the top of the two people's heads and pierced into the necks of the two soldiers in front of them.

But in an instant, the two soldiers' faces turned black, and their bodies fell to the ground limply as if they were boneless, with painful expressions on their faces.

Bone Needle Zhu Yi!

Immediately followed by an iron fork falling from the sky and stabbing towards the top of Jin Yanchen's head.

The person holding the fork is a woman in her fifties, with a fierce face and a ghostly body, it is Wu Qianhong, the ghost grandmother of the Tianshan Mountains.

It turned out that those abnormal people in the rivers and lakes did not go to Chuzhou, but were summoned by Rong Yi and waited for Jin Yanchen here.

The masters of the rivers and lakes blended into the ordinary soldiers, waiting for the opportunity to make a move, making people unguardable.

Chang Qianfo turned around, his palm was full, and he slapped it towards Zhu Yi with one palm.

The palm wind went to the disease, Zhu Yi didn't have time to dodge, he was palmed in the chest, his heart and lungs were split, and he was out of breath on the spot.

Jin Yanchen leaned back, the long knife came horizontally, and his hands were raised horizontally, blocking Wu Qianhong's sharp fork falling from the sky. Before Wu Qianhong had time to react and retreat, she quickly raised her leg and kicked Wu Qianhong's lower abdomen.

Wu Qianhong was kicked by him vigorously, and just happened to hit a soldier's halberd, which was inserted into the throat, and the life was overwhelming.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the crowd, and everyone looked up, only to feel that a man dressed in white and with a moon halo around him floated in with a piano.