When the war reached its peak and the wolf smoke burned all over the Wanxia Plain, Wen Moqing suddenly had a feeling.

Is it that all madness will end here?

The sky is no longer blue, the earth is no longer dark, and as far as the eye can see, it is scorched earth.

"Young Master Wen, his target is you, you go quickly!" The disciple of Junzilou, who had a broken arm, shouted loudly, and before he could finish speaking, he was beheaded by the strong man of Hosdu, who was attacking from a galloping horse.

The hot blood splashed Wen Moqing's face, and the bean blood beads condensed on his eyebrows, and slipped down sadly in the blink of an eye.

Wen Moqing turned his wrist, and the long sword jumped like a swimming dragon, with a slip of blood light from the bottom to the sky, and after a short stay, it fell with the remains of the soldiers of Hosto.

Looking down, the sword body was already in tatters.

Killing too many people will numb and lose their humanity, so Wen Moqing has always been reluctant to use the sword in his hand to take people's lives, but now he has no time to care about any moral character - if his subordinates show mercy, the dead will become his fellow disciples, his compatriots, and the soldiers of Dayuan who drink a side of water and rice with him.

Who is not flesh and blood, and who does not have sisters and brothers? Whether it is the Khosdu tribe or the people of the Great Abyss, every life carries the joys, sorrows, sorrows and sorrows of many people, and every death is equal to the sorrow and pain of countless people.

But he had no choice.

Just because this is a war, either you die or I die.

"Wen Shaoxia, go quickly! If you don't leave, it's too late! ”

Sect Master He of the Yunshan Sword Sect rushed to Wen Moqing's side with red eyes, gritted his teeth and drank lowly, but Wen Moqing didn't seem to hear him speak, but his face still didn't change and he raised his sword. The sword light weaved into a dense net, turning from a monotonous silver arc into a crimson dragon soaring and dancing, slashing horses and killing enemies, but in the blink of an eye.

The surrounding enemies gradually increased, no matter how many chivalrous warriors of various sects in the abyss attacked, they still couldn't escape the encirclement, seeing that the enemy soldiers who rushed over were slowly closing closer, Sect Master He almost begged Wen Moqing to leave quickly.

If it was just a soldier with a knife and a gun, these heroes who crisscrossed the rivers and lakes would not be in their eyes at all, but the Hostur army had firearms, and those sharp weapons that could kill people from a distance with a sound and a burst of smoke shocked many heroes, and they couldn't count how many Dayuan soldiers died under them, even if they were strong in martial arts, they couldn't beat the monster that spit fire.

That's just it.

Sect Master He looked around, and saw no less than twenty bones of his friends who came with him, although it was a blessing compared to yesterday's casualties, but the truth did not allow him to smile back - waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack that person in the chaos of the army became more and more familiar with Wen Moqing's moves, from the first day he was injured and fled, to today's three successful attacks on Wen Moqing, this speed of progress is really terrifying.

"Wen Shaoxia, Wen Shaoxia, listen to me! The abyss can't do without you, you have to lead the rest of your brothers to continue to kill the enemy, you can't die, only you can't die! Sect Master He's eyes were red, and he pulled Wen Moqing and roared, "We can rush out, we can!" So you go first, before you are completely trapped to death! Wen Shaoxia, stop being stubborn! ”

I don't know whose blood slipped off my forehead, wetting the corners of my eyebrows and eyes, leaving a slightly hot feeling. Wen Moqing raised his hand and wiped it, his eyes fixed on the enemy soldiers who were approaching a little bit, still with that silent and indifferent expression.

"I brought you here, so I will take you back."

Wen Moqing's stubbornness made Sect Master He helpless, seeing that the encirclement was shrinking smaller and smaller, he gave a look to a few people beside him, and tried his best to lower his voice: "Find an opportunity to send Wen Shaoxia out, you can't let the dragons of the various sects become scattered again without a leader!" ”

Although Sect Master He's voice was small, Wen Moqing could still hear it clearly at such a close distance.

In fact, he understood Sect Master He's kindness very well.

Under the repeated lobbying of him and Mu Jiuge, Dayuan had nearly 100 sects and thousands of ginseng to go to the battlefield. Their group of about 300 people is a collection of the elites of all sects, or the leaders of each sect, or the best among the disciples, and they are specially responsible for some difficult and dangerous special operations, such as the night attack on the grain and grass camp of Hosdu, while the other more than 800 people, like the soldiers of the border army and the forbidden army battalion, have to confront the enemy head-on on the battlefield.

Due to the small number of people and the fact that they were all quite famous, Yun Jiuzhong always refused to place Wen Moqing and other more than 300 people around the main army, for fear that they would make a mistake, and the right wing of the army protected by natural barriers became the main battlefield for them to wander.

However, things don't always go smoothly, and there are always some sudden changes that sneak in.

Jun Wunian worshiped the gentleman's building to learn tea art, but with his talent, he unexpectedly achieved a good light skill, and no one in Zhongzhou Jianghu can beat it; It is precisely because of this that Wen Moqing pays special attention to the mysterious person next to Lian Song who is comparable to Jun Wunian's light skills.

Lonely water.

In terms of internal and external kung fu, Wen Moqing is fully sure of subduing Gu Shui within a hundred moves, but Gu Shui never gives him this opportunity, and every time he fights, he will end the battle within twenty moves, and he will disappear with his excellent light skills. If it is placed in the usual environment, Gushui can be regarded as a retreat, and it does not pose any threat to Wen Moqing, but in the battlefield, when that ghostly figure reappears, the situation does not allow Wen Moqing and others to be optimistic.

Gushui suddenly appeared and attacked Wen Moqing a few days ago, the first attack was very unsuccessful, not only was Wen Moqing discovered but also fought back, Gushui had to be injured and escaped.

Then the second, third, fourth......

By the day before, Gu Shui, who was becoming more and more familiar with Wen Moqing's habits and moves, slowly gained the upper hand, and took advantage of the cover of the chaotic fighting of the soldiers on both sides to successfully sneak attack repeatedly, leaving at least seven or eight wounds on Wen Moqing's body, and killing no less than thirty masters of various sects.

Wen Moqing was very calm, but she couldn't help but be a little more concerned in her heart.

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, and a team of thousands of people will surround the remaining more than 100 people, and if they can't fight their way out of the bloody way, it will be a matter of time before the whole army is annihilated.

"Wen Shaoxia, raid! There are very few cavalry archers left, and there is no one left to save us! ”

"Yes, Wen Shaoxia, who would have thought that so many enemies would suddenly appear? At this time, General Yun probably doesn't know that we are in a predicament, and if we don't want to rush out, we can only die here! ”

"Don't make noise yet, let Wen Shaoxia speak!" Sect Master He snorted coldly, and the double-edged long sword cut off the enemy's head neatly, and then he was back to back with Wen Moqing, his eyes vigilantly observing the enemy soldiers who were close at hand, "Wen Shaoxia, whether to continue to kill or break through and retreat, you make a decision." No matter what the result is, I, He Shaotang, only listen to your command, spill blood for my Dayuan's severed limbs, and I am not afraid of life and death! ”

Sect Master He is in his early thirties, and he is also a heroic man with strong blood, he joined in when Wen Moqing first called for it, and has been at the forefront of the killing, and his relationship with Wen Moqing is further than that of others.

"If you are alive, you can kill the enemy, but if you die, you can't do anything." Wen Moqing's eyebrows were slightly lower, and his cold voice had a convincing taste, "Prepare to break through." Let everyone be careful, the routine of Lone Water is to be surprised, kill with one blow, and then run away immediately, as long as you are vigilant, you can reduce casualties. ”

Sect Master He responded, turned around and whispered to the others, while Wen Moqing remained silent and quietly distanced himself from the others.

Lonely water is coming at him, as long as he is there, the people around him will be affected.

I don't know if it was instructed before, the Hostu soldiers who surrounded the team of more than 100 people only besieged and did not attack, and the hard shields were erected to form a barrier, leaving only a half-human wide gap between the shields, just enough to allow the lonely water to shuttle through it.

Wen Moqing pinpointed the weaker side, and after giving an order, more than 100 knights shot out together, focusing on that attack, and defeated the surrounding soldiers in that place without a single cup of tea.

Sect Master He opened the way with two swords in front, and the people who followed behind also used their housekeeping skills to keep killing the enemy soldiers who rushed over, and squeezed out a place in the encirclement at a slow speed. Wen Moqing was the best kung fu among all of them, holding the broken long sword in his hand and walking at the very end, without hesitation to pierce the heart of every soldier who attacked.

A slight whistle sounded in his ears, and Wen Moqing almost subconsciously stepped back, only to realize that he had no way back when he bumped into the person behind him.

There are three weapons of Lonely Water, one is a dagger that sharpens iron like clay, one is a short sword that can be retracted freely, and the third is an extremely small but highly poisonous pike dart. After a few fights, Wen Moqing was also somewhat familiar with these three weapons, and when he heard the whistling sound, he judged that it was a shuttle dart, once it was hit, the wound was not big, and it only took a moment to die.

Behind him are comrades who are advancing slowly and have been wounded, and Wen Moqing can't retreat and can't hide, otherwise the shuttle dart will directly pierce the body of the person behind him, feasting on flesh and blood.

As a last resort, Wen Moqing had no choice but to block with a horizontal sword, trying his best to catch the whistling sound in the chaos and distinguish the direction of the shuttle dart.

Although he knew very well that the moment he parried the shuttle dart with his sword, the lonely water would inevitably burst out of the crowd, and either of the remaining two weapons could easily hit him with the flawed flaws.

Thinking only in the electric light, Wen Moqing didn't have time to recall the agreement with Yan Li, and didn't have time to fantasize about the prosperous mountains and rivers on the day of the reunion, and his arm had already been quickly raised before the decision, and he was across his chest to accurately block the poisonous hidden weapon that flew in.

Ding——

I couldn't tell if it was the low singing of the pike dart, or the mutilated long sword whispering slightly.

The black figure as fast as the wind swept by with the aura of death, and the sword light was sharp and cold, and without the slightest hesitation, it stabbed towards Wen Moqing's heart.

In an instant, it must be too late to complete the defense, Wen Moqing hurriedly pressed down the hilt of the sword to try to resist the sharp blow of Gushui, how could Gushui be extremely fast, although he failed to accurately pierce the sword into his heart, he still left a long and deep wound to Wen Moqing before being blocked, from his left chest to his right shoulder, a blood-colored splash.

Wen Moqing didn't feel the pain immediately, so he decisively abandoned the long sword and freed his right hand, and slapped it towards the lonely water with a palm nearby, while his left hand grabbed the sword to control the lonely water's action.

Sideways to dodge, Gu Shui realized Wen Moqing's move to slow him down, his eyes flashed, his wrist turned sharply, and the two-inch eldest sword, which was hidden in the Zimu sword, was quickly pulled out, and stabbed towards Wen Moqing's chest.

That moment was so short that the person behind Wen Moqing realized that the situation was wrong after being hit hard, and when he turned around, he only saw the flying blood and the staggering figure of Lone Water being hit backwards.

"Wen Shaoxia!" The man exclaimed, protecting Wen Moqing as quickly as possible, the iron fan in his hand shook, the cold light suddenly rose, and ten life-saving steel darts swished towards the lonely water.

Maybe it was because he felt that he couldn't take advantage of it anymore, or because the task had been completed, the ghost killer who had threatened many knights for several days like death did not continue to pursue, and chose to quietly disappear into the crowd.

After the thrill, the pain hits.

Wen Moqing wanted to open his mouth to comfort the frightened people, but as soon as he moved his lips, a mouthful of fishy sweetness surged up, and even his self-confident and strong body was no longer controllable, and he leaned back softly.