The little nun is twenty-eight years old,

was young, and his hair was cut off by the master.

Every day, burn incense and exchange water in the Buddha hall,

See a few, the children play under the mountain gate.

He looked at us, and we looked at him.

He and us, let's share him, and worry a lot about it.

Enemy!

In the small building of Tianbao Pavilion, Liu Yiyi sat on the edge of the bed, humming a little song while sliding a jade pillow with her long nails.

The white crumbs flowed down, and in the blink of an eye, the jade pillow was carved into a human head, which was somewhat similar to Zhang Rang.

Liu Yiyi nodded with satisfaction, moved Zhang Rang's body to the bed, and carefully put the head carved from white jade on it.

: From now on, keep the bell tower Buddha hall away,

Go down the mountain and find a young brother!

He beat me, scolded me, talked about me, laughed at me!

I don't want to become a Buddha!

Don't recite Prajnapara!

The song "Sifan" was sung tactfully and poignantly, and the two warriors outside the door were soft when they heard it, and the whole person was happy.

The two of them heard that there was no movement inside, so they bowed down and said, "Big shopkeeper, Shenguangtang has sent another group of people to the dock, shouldn't we make a move?"

The corners of Liu Yiyi's mouth twitched, and she vividly learned Zhang Rang's voice: "What's the hurry, be on call." ”

The samurai outside the door looked at each other, and if they didn't make a move, it would be dawn.

Did you just miss the opportunity to stab Wen Jiantang in the back?

However, the words of the big shopkeeper also make sense, Tianbao Pavilion has already sent eight hundred warriors before, which is very worthy of Shenguang Hall.

After fighting with Wenjian Hall, it is bound to suffer heavy casualties, and the benefits will fall on the head of Shenguang Hall in the end.

What can Tianbao Pavilion gain in addition to losing troops and losing generals?

The two warriors bowed and retreated, their steps hurried.

Liu Yiyi is really a goblin, she used to charm Ye Changsheng, and now she is fascinated by the big shopkeeper.

If they don't leave, I'm afraid that they will be hooked by the ecstatic voice.

The footsteps were far away, Liu Yiyi stood up, looked at the night outside the window, and sighed faintly.

In fact, there are not only three hundred warriors from the Tianlong Mercenary Group, but also more than one Zhang Rang, she can help Ye Changsheng kill more people.

But in this way, the whereabouts of the Demon Gate will also be exposed, which will bring greater trouble and hidden dangers to Ye Changsheng.

It's almost dawn, and the Divine Light Hall has already sent three groups of people, and the interior should be empty.

The slave family wishes Ye Gongzi that the battle will be decided!

......

In the hall of the Divine Light Hall, there were not many people left.

In addition to the hall master Shen Haishan, the samurai president leader Pang Lei, there are also two masters, and Chen Mo.

Everyone looked relaxed, closed their eyes and recuperated, and the two masters even hummed a small song.

The battle reports from all over the country have been transmitted, and except for the expected Liuhe County, they have all succeeded in other places.

Although the casualties were somewhat heavy, they won in the end.

As long as he takes the dock of Nine Wind City again, he can completely trap Wenjian Hall in Lu'an County and even Sanshui Town.

Without Ye Changsheng's Wenjian Hall, how long can the Wenjian Hall that has lost the dock and fleet survive?

Chen Mo glanced at the sky, and suddenly got up and said, "Hall Master Shen, the prince sent us here, not as spectators, this final battle will be handed over to us!"

Shen Haishan was overjoyed, got up and laughed: "Head Chen can make a move, but he can't ask for it!"

The Tianlong Mercenary Group was a strange soldier sent by the prince, and Chen Mo also carried a gold token, to be honest, Shen Haishan did not dare to summon it.

Besides, the three hundred warriors of the mercenary group are running all the way, and if he rashly commands, it will definitely cause dissatisfaction.

So from beginning to end, Shen Haishan was not embarrassed to open his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Chen Mo took the initiative to fight.

Anyway, now that the overall situation has been decided, it can not only sell personal favors to the Tianlong mercenary group, but also reduce the losses of his subordinates, why not?

Not long after, the three hundred warriors of the Tianlong Mercenary Regiment stood quietly and solemnly in the square outside the hall.

Three hundred warriors wore red leather armor, long swords hanging from their waists, and black cloaks, and they stood as tall as mountains.

In silence, it gives a powerful deterrent.

Shen Haishan and the others stood on the steps, their expressions shocked and strange.

People from the capital, do they like to put on a show so much, who is wrapped in a cloak at night?

Chen Mo walked out of the crowd and strode towards the steps.

Climbing up the stairs, the murderous aura suppressed in his chest surged uncontrollably.

With a whirl, a gust of wind blew, and the black cloak flew outward, revealing the long sword at his waist.

Shen Haishan's eyes inadvertently glanced at the hilt of the sword under the cloak, and a blood-red maple leaf was impressively imprinted.

This is...... Ask the sword of the Sword Hall?!

"Khooth!"

Chen Mo suddenly drew his sword, and the sword stabbed towards Shen Haishan's chest like lightning.

"Hall Master be careful!" the samurai president led Pang Lei, and with a roar, he rushed towards Chen Mo.

Shen Haishan was dumbfounded, slammed his spirit, and retreated in a panic.

"Poof!"

Blood flowers flew, Shen Haishan fell to the ground on his back, and a fist-sized blood hole opened in his shoulder blades.

Chen Mo was annoyed, and was about to step forward to make up for a sword, but was blocked by Pang Lei who pounced.

Whew, whew!

The samurai of the three hundred leaves family, let go of the black cloak, drew his sword out of the sheath, like a wolf and a tiger, and rushed towards the hall.

The dozen or so Shenguangtang warriors guarding the entrance of the hall were confused by this sudden change.

As soon as they drew their swords, they were shot into hedgehogs by dozens of flying crossbow arrows and rolled down the steps.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

The two masters turned pale and hid behind the pillars, shouting loudly in panic.

Suddenly, a powerful coercion fell from the sky.

The necks of the two of them seemed to be stuck by an invisible big hand, and they could no longer make the slightest sound.

The two masters looked up in horror and saw a huge bird of prey suspended in the hazy night sky.

On the back of the bird of prey, a white-haired boy stood solemnly.

Gray hair is immortal!

In the minds of the two masters, there was a buzzing sound, until they died, and they still couldn't believe their eyes!

Hunting in white, silver hair flying.

Ye Changsheng's expression was gloomy, standing solemnly on Long Ying's back, standing as tall as a javelin, his white palm, tightly gripping the hilt of the Immortal Sword.

The "Divine Technique" was activated instantly, and Ye Changsheng dragged out a series of afterimages, and came to Pang Lei's face in a blink of an eye.

The master of the True Martial Realm who was in horror only felt a touch of coolness in his throat, and the strength of his whole body instantly dissipated.

There was a gurgling sound in his throat, and Pang Lei suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the white-haired boy who became clear and quickly blurred, and fell on his back unwillingly.

Ye Changsheng carried a blood-dripping long sword, came to Shen Haishan, and stood still.

Shen Haishan was lying on the ground, covering his bleeding wounds, his face distorted with fear and anger.

He finally understood why the battle between the two sides would be stalemate for so long on the dock outside Nine Winds City.

Ye Changsheng wanted to draw out the main force of the Divine Light Hall little by little, until the interior was empty, leaving him with a chance to raid.

And Chen Mo and the three hundred warriors were the dark thunder that Ye Changsheng buried beside him early in the morning.

It's a pity that he understood it too late, too late.

"Hall Master Shen, look up for a long time!" Ye Changsheng's sharp sword pierced Shen Haishan's throat.

(End of chapter)