There were about dozens of brute soldiers within a radius of 100 steps from Zhang Huansheng, and about 30% of them accidentally caught a glimpse of him being hit by the spell of the cultivator in the forest, and all of them used the crescent moon sword in their hands as a hidden weapon regardless of their own safety, and threw it towards Zhang Huansheng.

Looking at the war knives that were rapidly spinning in all directions and turning into knife wheels and flying, if it was an ordinary human-level martial artist who had been hit by the Earth Burst Technique, he was afraid that he could only be frightened and waited, but Zhang Huansheng did not even change his face, and only spit out a mouthful of blood in his chest, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood in his chest, he wanted to summon a hurricane to soar up and avoid the blades of the barbarians in the forest.

But at this moment, a surface flame suddenly unfolded from the air, like a crystal clear red bowl that was upside down on the ground, protecting him inside.

The whirling knives slammed into the wall of the shield, instantly melting into a pool of lava-like iron juice that flowed down the shield.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Huansheng's heart moved, and he secretly dispersed his supernatural powers, allowing his body to continue to fall towards the wasteland.

Just when it was still three feet from the ground, a big hand made of clay suddenly reached out from the ground and gently caught Zhang Huansheng's body.

After only a few breaths, the light mask dissipated and disappeared, and the giant hand turned into a big mound, and a concerned and familiar voice was in the ear of Zhang Huansheng, who was sitting next to the mound: "Life and death are impermanence on the battle array, Brother Zhang, be careful." ”

Zhang Huansheng heard that he knew that Zhu Xiangyu had saved him, stood up, turned around and looked at the back of the Yanhuang side, but he didn't find Zhu Xiangyu's slender figure for a while, but he still bowed his hand and replied loudly: "Thank you Miss Xiangyu for saving me, I wrote it down below." Only then did he re-enter the enemy line.

After personally experiencing the tragedy of the military battle, and suffering a minor injury due to carelessness, Zhang Huansheng finally realized that no matter how unfathomable the exercises he cultivated, his future achievements were unlimited, and the cultivation in front of him was only a martial artist of the fifth rank of the individual rank, and a monk of the fourth rank could die at the hands of the enemy if he was careless.

Therefore, when he started again, he didn't dare to continue to be distracted and secretly peep at Yuan Xiaoyao, and concentrated all his mental strength on responding to the enemy, and the atmosphere between attack and defense suddenly changed, like a fierce beast pounced on food, and a small group of forest barbarians lined up in battle arrays were scattered, and each one was killed.

At the same time, after the initial discomfort, the monks and warriors on the Yan and Huang sides also began to gradually adapt to the difference between military battles and ordinary fighting methods and competitions, and more and more brought out their due strength.

In this case, relying on the ferocious and evil spells, the way of forgetting life and death in the battle array, the barbarian soldiers in the forest who fought with the Yanhuang monks and warriors were naturally slowly falling into decline.

But even so, the two sides still fought until the moon was in the sky, and they fought for two or three hours before finally deciding the winner.

At this time, on the forest side, except for the old strange man who had cultivated to reach the Heavenly Rank realm, who escaped unscathed, thousands of foot and cavalry barbarians and dozens of Suijun monks all died desperately in front of the battle.

On the Yan and Huang side, at least thirty percent of the monks and warriors lost their lives, and the rest were more or less injured, and only Zhu Xiangyu was unscathed.

After the tragic victory, Shi Tianqing was suspended in the air, overlooking the devastation above the wilderness by the bright moonlight, first sighed heavily, and then faintly showed a hint of joy, and muttered to himself: "With these heads and flags, it is enough." ”

While Shi Tianqing was talking, his short and thin junior brother personally searched the battlefield, rose into the air in a pool of blood, and slowly flew to Shi Tianqing's side, and said in a deep voice with a pale face: "Senior brother, Yan Huang Shuli, who was captured by this barbarian army in the forest, I counted a total of more than 35,000 people, but none of them were rescued alive. ”

"I've thought of this kind of thing for a long time," Shi Tianqing was silent for a long time when he heard this, and said softly: "But the lesser of two evils, such a result is also a helpless thing."

Anyway, since these Shuli have been captured by the barbarians in the forest, they will not die today because of our pursuit, and it is better to live than die in the future, and it is better to detach as soon as possible. ”

Hearing this, the short and thin old man sighed and said, "I also know this truth, if you want to take care of and protect the safety of those captives, and tie your hands and feet to fight with the barbarian army in the forest, I am afraid that now the whole army will be replaced by us."

But the truth is the truth, tens of thousands of Shuli died in front of him with incomplete bones, and the realm of the Lingtai that I have cultivated for more than 100 years is also, yes, alas, forget it, in short, for the survival of the sect, I don't go to hell, who will go to hell! ”

"Senior brother has this loyalty, the idea is that he can't reach it for the time being, and he will definitely be able to clean the spiritual platform again in the future," Shi Tianqing said with a bitter expression: "I will cut off the heads of these barbarians in the forest in a while, and put them in my pocket together with the banner, which is enough to build a Jingguan under my Ahanshan Gate."

In this way, the upper can respond to the order of King Xu, who issued the edict, and the lower can gather the hearts of the common people of Xuguo to ensure the prosperity of the inheritance.

We can also be regarded as having an explanation to the sect..."

While the two were sighing and chatting in the air, Zhang Huansheng, who was sitting on the ground, took a few healing pills, and felt that the churning blood gradually calmed down, and the stinging pain in his chest was also relieved, so he began to look around to find Yuan Yaoyao's traces.

After half a cup of tea, after he finally saw Yuan Yaoyao's location, he immediately stood up, walked to Yuan Yaoyao's side, and said: "In the Lower Autumn and Spring Academy, Zhang Youxu has seen the disciples of the Manifest Saint True Monarch..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yuan Yaoyao's solemn wave of his hand: "Stay, stay, don't call me a disciple of Zhenjun as soon as you hear that I am from the "Zhenjun Palace" at the mouth of the Guanjiang River."

It is necessary to know that the Manifest Sage Zhenjun was born in the Middle Ages, and his status in the mouth of the Guanjiang River is actually like the Emperor of Yanhuang Xia Qitian, and he is also a legendary figure. ”

Zhang Huansheng said apologetically: "Guanjiangkou is thousands of miles away from the middle of Yanhuang and Yanhuang, and it is a self-contained system.

And "Zhenjun Palace" is to replace the Zhenjun to control the imperial court and government at the mouth of the Guanjiang River, so I thought that they were one, and the "Zhenjun Palace" was naturally called the Manifest True Monarch..."

Hearing Zhang Huansheng's explanation here, Yuan Yaoyao interrupted him again and said: "Guanjiangkou is completely different from the Yanhuang system, so don't speculate casually, just say what are you looking for me?" ”