Three hundred medicine men mechanically blocked the stone road, Xiao Lian rode up, and the Burning Sun Sword came out of its sheath and cut off the head of a person in front of him. The man fell straight down, but the medicine men around him did not move.

Xiao Lian knew that Yan Wujiao had arrived at Yan Xiaodao's tomb, and the only way to go up from the stone road was to go up.

Three hundred, three hundred heads, Xiao Lian's eyes froze inch by inch.

Suddenly, there was a piccolo sound in the mountains, like the roar of a terrible ghost coming from the mountains. The medicine man's eyes moved. Xiao Lian subconsciously took two steps back, and the undead had already pounced on him.

One of the undead clamped his arm, and the other climbed onto his back. He grabbed the man behind him with his backhand, and with two fingers, he twisted the man's neck with a single force. Xiao Lian forcefully tore the man behind him off his back, and then plunged the sword in his hand into the chest of the immortal man in front of him.

Three hundred people rushed towards Xiao Lian in a black pressure, as if a crack had been torn open in hell, and all the ghosts had crawled out of it. They rushed to Xiao Lian one after another, with knives, swords, and even bites. Rao is Xiao Lian has the courage to face these people with one enemy and one hundred bravery, and he is also left and right, and he is covered with bruises.

"A-Ying!"

Xiao Lian shouted in despair, even if it was a good answer! But his voice seemed to be blown away in the night sky, and all that answered him was a faster piccolo than the other, and an attack of the undead that was more brutal and ferocious.

Xiao Lian rushed forward desperately, and the whole person fell into the crowd of undead. It's like a piece of fresh meat falling in a pack of hungry dogs, provoking the most primitive, brutal and bloody killing.

Xiao Lian can take care of the people in front, but he can't take care of the people behind. A big knife aimed at Xiao Lian's neck and slashed down.

Seeing that the guard's big knife was about to fall on Xiao Lian's neck, suddenly the man's neck was wrapped around a soft whip and thrown backwards fiercely.

Xiao Lian turned his head suddenly, only to hear a coquettish sound, Xiao Fulin flew up from the horse, and with the power of the soft whip, the whole person jumped into the air and fell beside Xiao Lian.

"Princess of the Great Wall?"

Xiao Fulin wrapped a whip tightly around the neck of an immortal: "General Xiao's habit of working alone may have to be changed. ”

As he spoke, a figure flashed over, holding a silver needle in his hand: "Xiao Lian, this trick taught me by Mrs. Qi is useful for piercing Baihui acupoints." ”

"Li Fan?"

Seeing an immortal man rushing towards him, Ghost-faced Langjun dodged with a sigh, relying on his height, and while dodging, he pierced the silver needle into the person's Baihui acupoint.

"General Long Xiang! Ben will be here, too! ”

"General Zhou!"

Zhou Fengshu's red tassel spear stabbed and picked up, and threw an immortal beside Xiao Lian directly to the mountain wall.

The sound of iron hooves at the other end of the stone road came in an instant, and Xiao Yuanda rode on his horse and shouted: "I, Xiao Yuanda, am also here!" Xiao Yuanda ordered: "Take off the heads of these people!" ”

"Yes!"

Xiao Yuanda left the army in the capital to stabilize the situation, and only brought 600 people to Jiashi Road, but it was enough to deal with 300 people.

The army rushed into the crowd, and no matter how brave the undead were, it was useless in the face of the absolute disparity in strength.

Xiao Fulin strangled a person with a soft whip and sent him to Xiao Lian's sword: "You hurry up the mountain to save A-Ying!" ”

"Good!"

Xiao Lian is not procrastinating, with Xiao Yuanda's army here, these people are not afraid at all. Xiao Lian cut off the head of an undead person in front of him and rushed up the mountain.

From a distance, Xiao Lian saw the red candles lit in the mountains and forests.

Yan Wuyi stood behind a hundred immortals with a smile: "You're late. ”

Xiao Lian's head buzzed, and behind Yan Wuji, the two of them were filling the pit with soil, and it was already half filled.

Xiao Lian's liver and gall were cracked, and the Burning Sun Sword slashed out: "Get out!" ”

Yan Wuyi shook his head helplessly: "Tut-tut, aren't you a monk?" Isn't that a bit ...... for you? Breaking the vows? ”

Xiao Lian didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and cut off a head with a sword.

Yan Wuyi picked up a handful of loess and sprinkled it on the coffin: "Or did this woman seduce you, a monk?" What is it to pretend to be high? Would a knife actually like such a person? ”

"You bastard!" Xiao Lian scolded.

Behind him, Xiao Lian fought fiercely with the undead, and the undead fell under Xiao Lian's sword one after another, and Yan Wuyi was like he didn't see it. The two people who were filling in the dirt next to him had already run away. Yan Wuji sat in front of the grave wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, and picked up the loess one by one and sprinkled it into Yan Xiaodao's grave.

"Knife, it's just a little bit, almost I can realize the world we talked about. Everyone can eat well, and they will no longer be trampled under the feet of those nobles. ”

"But we're not at a loss, are we? I killed a lot of people to bury you. I also sent you the person you like, no loss. ”

The sound of soldiers behind him stopped abruptly, and Yan Wuyi lay on Yan Xiaodao's coffin, with a blood-stained dagger on his chest: "It's almost a little bit, it's almost a little bit of a courtesy." ”

Xiao Lian ran to the grave like crazy, although the pit was not filled, but the entire coffin had been buried under the loess.

Xiao Lian didn't have time to worry about Yan Wuyi at all, so he picked up the shovel next to him and shoveled the soil out of the pit in one fell swoop.

"Ah Ying !!"

Yan Wuji lay on Yan Xiaodao's coffin, huddled in the cold earth pit with affection. He looked at Xiao Lian and grinned, "It's too late, you can't save her." ”

"Shut up!"

"Hahaha, they can't be saved, they all deserve to die!" Yan Wuyi pushed the lid of Yan Xiaodao's coffin open, turned over and fell into Yan Xiaodao's coffin.

The loess was splashed out of the pit with a shovel after a shovel. The red-lacquered coffin peeked out from under the loess. Xiao Lian jumped into the pit and pushed the lid of the coffin open.

He Jingying was dressed in red and lay in the coffin with her eyes closed, with a circle of obvious bruises around her neck.

"A-Ying!!"

Xiao Lian hurriedly took He Jingying out of the coffin: "A-Ying! Wake up A-Ying! Look at me! ”

He Jingying closed her eyes tightly and fell into Xiao Lian's arms.

Xiao Lian put He Jingying flat on the ground, leaned down and kissed He Jingying on the lips to cheer her up, and reached out and pressed on He Jingying's chest. "A-Ying, wake up!"

Tears fell, falling on He Jingying's cheeks and lips, wetting He Jingying's clothes.

A-Ying, please, look at me.

Xiao Fulin, Ghost Face Langjun, Xiao Yuanda and Uncle Zhou Feng finished cleaning up the people under the mountain and also came to the mountain.

The blood in this place is not as shocking as He Jingying's red clothes.

No one dared to come forward and disturb them. Xiao Lian burst into tears, gritted his teeth, and pressed He Jingying's chest one by one. "A-Ying! Wake up!! ”

"I beg you to wake up!"

Does the world have to be so unfair? Do you have to take He Jingying's life? Even if he gave up everything and came to this world, he couldn't save it?

Xiao Fulin's tears fell from her eyes: "General Xiao, forget it......"

The ghost-faced Langjun walked beside Xiao Lian, and his hand was gently on Xiao Lian's body: "Xiao Lian, I can't save ......"

Xiao Lian knelt beside He Jingying, tears fell from his fingers, he tried his best to suppress his crying, his back hooked into a crescent arc, and his shoulders still trembled under his extreme suppression.

Ghost-faced Langjun didn't know what to say, so he stood silently beside him.

Suddenly, He Jingying's five fingers on the loess moved slightly. Ghost-faced Langjun's eyes widened suddenly. He grabbed Xiao Lian's shoulder and shook it: "It's moved!" ”

Xiao Lian's whole body trembled, and he suddenly pounced on He Jingying's side, he put his hand under He Jingying's nose and probed his nose. He Jingying's breath was too weak, and Xiao Lian's whole body was trembling, so he couldn't feel it at all.

Xiao Lian looked at the ghost-faced Langjun expectantly: "Really? ”

The ghost-faced Langjun pushed Xiao Lian away: "You let me let me go first, I'll try two stitches!" ”