In the vast snow, snowflakes and blood splashed everywhere.

It must be said that this is indeed an opportunity to launch an onslaught.

Xiao Yishan stared at the disappearing figure on the side of the beacon tower, puzzled by Lin Xin'er's identity, but at this time, it was obviously the most beneficial time for them.

I saw Huangfu Yan Chong like a brave general, invincible, killing into the positions of the two armies, chasing the direction where Lin Xin'er was.

"The whole army obeys the order and storms!"

Xiao Yishan drew his sword and shouted, thunder and drums.

At this time, the enemy was already trapped, and even if there were really soldiers and horses hidden on the periphery, it would be difficult to rush in, so Xiao Yishan decided to seize this opportunity.

Liu Cheng saw that Xiao Yishan had given an order, so he also took the Royal Forest Army that followed closely and rushed towards the weakest place.

His purpose was only to rescue the prince, so he led people to try to find a breakthrough in the battle.

Lin Xin'er intercepted the Demon Voice Messenger.

The Messenger retracted the Shifting Light Phantom and landed on his feet, standing in the snow.

At this time, although Lin Xin'er was wearing the armor of officers and soldiers, she had already faded into disfigurement, and her resolute and cold face was reflected in the sunset without warmth.

"We meet again." The magic messenger smiled evilly, but the solemnity in his heart at this time was rare.

"Of course, if you owe me so much debt, how can I abandon you?" Lin Xin'er said.

Between the words is bloody hatred, not only for her, but also for so many innocent people in the Lin family.

"You want to kill me? Do you think you can succeed? The magic messenger asked with a smile, turning the jade flute in his hand into a beautiful circle.

"If I can stand here today, I am naturally very sure." Lin Xin'er said, glancing at the two armies behind her who were fighting bloodily, "It's like this battle, the outcome is clear, it's just ......"

Lin Xin'er looked back, "It's just that you're just a knife blocker for others." ”

The Demon Sound Messenger stared at Lin Xin'er's gaze and flashed, "It's better to block the knife than to be stabbed secretly, what do you say?" ”

He was willing to block the knife for Bing'er, he knew that the knife Lin Xin'er received was much more painful, and it made her vomit blood.

It was also a great pleasure for him to watch Bing'er's enemy's daughter suffer.

Therefore, when he said this, the smile on the corner of his lips was even stronger, with a playful evil charm.

"Okay, I'll let you get your wish and block this knife fiercely." Lin Xin'er said.

The Demon Messenger swept towards the army, he came to stop the fiasco, at this time, even if Li Dingyi gave the order, it was too late, the only way was to stop this battle immediately and rely on his magic flute.

The magic voice messenger is also a person who can advance and retreat, and knows what the most important thing is at this time, so he decided to put aside Lin Xin'er's provocation, avoid her, and control everyone with a magic sound.

Lin Xin'er naturally knew what he was thinking, and when the jade flute in his hand just moved, he drew his sword and stabbed it.

This move was easily avoided by the Demon Sound Emissary.

But Lin Xin'er pressed forward and didn't give him a chance to touch the jade flute with his lips.

Calculate the time, Leng Yanqiu, who is waiting to answer her, should also arrive, and Huangfu Yanchong will definitely take action.

Sure enough, as soon as Lin Xin'er fought with the Demon Sound Messenger, a man dressed in the armor of officers and soldiers in Northern Xinjiang was killed.

Although she changed her appearance, Lin Xin'er recognized Leng Yanqiu at a glance.

His white shirt was covered by armor, and he had the posture of a warrior, with a bit of rare courage.

blended into the battlefield as an officer and soldier in Northern Xinjiang, and rushed all the way to the beacon tower, which was also a place he had already thought of, so it was one step faster than Huangpu Yanchong who acted after seeing Lin Xin'er's figure.

"Heh, Leng Yanqiu, I didn't expect it to be you, it seems that you should really let your aunt teach you a lesson, your descendant of the Leng family is too elbow turned outward." The Demon Sound Messenger resisted Leng Yanqiu and Lin Xin'er's attack while pretending to be relaxed.

"Aunt Qingxiu is really with you!" Leng Yanqiu said.

Lin Xin'er also understood that the poison technique of the Demon Voice Messenger came from the Leng family, that is, the hand of Leng Qingxiu.

The jade flute of the Demon Voice Messenger could not be played, Xiao Yishan stepped up his onslaught again, the alliance army suffered heavy losses, and the appearance of Huangfu Yanchong was another fire for him.

The Demon Voice Messenger understood that it was in vain for him to rush to the battlefield to save the emergency, and Lin Xin'er made a cruel move to him this time.

He thought that he was a "knife blocker", so Lin Xin'er would only use him and follow him to continue to touch melons along the vine, not wanting Lin Xin'er to cut off his vine with a wave of his hand.

The battle was defeated, and it was not good to cause trouble among the subject countries of the alliance in the future, and it was even more difficult to open the pass on the northern Xinjiang side.

However, he can't let himself have an accident, he hasn't gotten Bing'er's affection, and he has to continue to guard Bing'er.

Therefore, he couldn't wait for Xiao Yishan to bring people to besiege him again, no matter how high his martial arts were, he could not escape the encirclement and suppression of heavy soldiers and horses.

The Demon Messenger decided to escape, but fortunately, he had the ultimate light skill to shift the light phantom, and he couldn't beat it, and it was also his tough ability to escape quickly.

Previously, Lin Xin'er had arranged that when besieging the Demon Sound Messenger, Leng Yanqiu and Huangfu Yan Chong were both guarding the opposite direction of the cliff, so the direction of the cliff was relatively weak.

They knew that the Demon Sound Messenger's "escape" skills were first-class, and if they faced it directly, whether it was Leng Yanqiu or Huangfu Yan Chong fighting alone, he might not be able to gain much of the upper hand, but if he unleashed his stunt Light Shifting Phantom, I am afraid that two more people might not be able to trap him.

Since this is the case, they forced him to flee in the direction of the cliff.

At this time, Lin Xin'er had already withdrawn and left first.

The Demon Voice Messenger only cared about fleeing, and didn't notice the direction Lin Xin'er left at all, and they were all wearing the same armor, as long as they were invisible on the battlefield, it would be difficult to find a trace.

Xiao Yishan saw that Huangfu Yanchong was besieging a person who used a jade flute as a weapon with others, and when he thought of the demonic messenger he mentioned earlier, he saw that the direction in which they were moving was exactly the southwest that Huangfu Yanchong had said, that is, the spiraling mountain range that he had to pass through to go to the northern frontier.

So, he ordered a detachment of men and horses to join the siege.

Seeing this, the messenger hastened to flee before the centaur could get closer, and was forced to retreat to the southwest.

Half of the face of the sun was buried behind the mountain, the sound of fighting on the battlefield was getting weaker and weaker, the coalition army had no strength to fight, and the generals who led the troops were all captured and martyred, and occasionally a few escaped with difficulty.

The Demon Sound Messenger shook off Leng Yanqiu and Huangfu Yan and fled to the mountain, but he didn't want to encounter an ambush.

This is a group of soldiers and horses that Xiao Yishan previously planted here as a final siege to the Demon Voice Messenger.

"Hehe, if you want to kill me, how can it be so easy?" The magic messenger held the jade flute, and finally had a chance to blow his magic sound.

"Whoosh,,"

A dart slashed through, and the hand that the magic messenger had not yet raised quickly dodged, but there was still a bloody mark on the back of the hand.