The Mujia Army and the Xia Army retreated.

It was very abrupt and retreated.

When they gained the absolute initiative in this war, Mu Ji's camp suddenly remembered the sound of Mingjin, and the army retreated like a tide.

Lin Shou gasped.

Looking at the retreating army, his brow furrowed.

His head was a little dizzy, and he couldn't quite understand Mu Ji's intentions.

There was a heart-rending pain in his limbs, a pain he had experienced every day since that day, but it was less than a hundredth of that moment.

It was a pain that was going to tear him apart.

It's like termites devouring bodies, corpses and insects rotting bones.

He sighed, he was too old after all.

He was so old that he had almost exhausted all his strength, and he was so old that he was damn old...

But he didn't dare to die...

I really don't dare to die...

Lin Shou took a deep breath and looked out of the Big Yellow City.

Through the thick night, he could clearly see the man in white sitting on the wooden chair.

His face was pale, and his eyes were dull.

The man seemed to be looking at him as well.

The eyes of the two crossed the layers of night and met in mid-air.

Lin Shou knew that if he died, Dahuang City would be finished.

And if Mu Ji is dead...

The herdsman's army is also finished.

Then, please ask the king of Northern Xinjiang to be a companion with the old man on Huangquan Road.

Such a thought came to Lin Shou's mind.

He took a deep breath and straightened his bent spine again.

Then he lifted his bow.

The arrow is on the bow, and the bow is full of strings.

The action is done in one go.

The momentum around him suddenly began to rise, and the torrential rain poured down, and the rain fell on him, but it turned into white smoke in an instant.

The soldiers around him were stunned at that time, and they also raised their bows one after another, drawing arrows and full strings.

There are less than 50,000 archers left in the head of Dahuang City, which is full of corpses.

But the fierce arrow power is only strong, not weak.

For the general, dare to fight for the pawn, so for the pawn, willing to die!

The 50,000 soldiers didn't need Lin Shou's order at all, they felt the determination of their generals at that time, they didn't need to ask Lin Shou's meaning, they only had to show their trust in Lin Shou with their own actions.

Lin Shou also felt this at that time.

Something burned in his eyes, like the wind of hunting, and like the fire of a majestic male.

Lin Shou's eyes gradually narrowed, he held his breath and concentrated, forgetting about things and me.

He does it slowly and meticulously.

He knew that this might be his last shot in the world.

So he wanted to make this arrow good enough.

He took aim at the man and took a deep breath, the true essence around him converging on the arrow.

The arrows began to stir, like beasts that couldn't wait to drink their flesh.

And then.

His index and middle fingers, hooked at the end of the arrow, suddenly loosened.

Shout!

A soft sound swept through the city, and long arrows flew out.

Shout!

Shout!

Shout!

Immediately after that, the same crisp sounds sounded one after another, and they became one.

Lin Shou's arrows led 50,000 arrows from the Great Yellow City to shoot out.

Through the night between heaven and earth, through layers of rain curtains, to the face of the king of the northern frontier.

It was so fast that even if the retreating herdsmen were aware of it, it was too late to stop it.

So, the arrow array cut through the night sky, tore through the darkness in front of the Great Yellow City, and came to the body of the king of the northern frontier.

The white-clothed Mu Ji didn't seem to have come back to his senses, he was still sitting there, and his eyes were still dull and twilight that had not changed for thousands of years.

Lin Shou watched this scene, and a smile appeared on his face.

Everyone in the world is Tao, and Wang Mu of Northern Xinjiang is extremely wise and close to demons, but it is a pity that he was born with a stinky skin, and his meridians were broken, and he did not have any cultivation.

Such a person faces such an arrow.

Lin Shou thought that there was no life at all.

Bite!

There was a crisp pop.

Tens of thousands of long arrows suddenly stopped less than an inch away from Mu Ji's eyebrows.

It was as if they had encountered some invisible barrier, and they stopped.

The arrows began to fly backwards in all directions, snapping and shooting into the dirt.

In just a blink of an eye, the ground around Mu Ji was filled with dense arrows.

Only one arrow still stubbornly stopped in front of Mu Ji's eyebrows.

Its arrows trembled, and let out a soft roar, like an unwilling low, like an angry roar.

Mu Ji looked at the arrow, and there was finally a different look in his gloomy eyes, he sighed, and slowly stretched out a hand, lightly tapping on the tip of the flying arrow.

At that moment, the violently trembling arrow suddenly stopped.

As if he had lost all his strength, he hung in mid-air for a breath.

Then, it fell lightly.

The man looked at the long sword lying quietly on the ground, then slowly leaned down, picked it up, and carefully wiped the dust from it with his sleeve.

His movements were slow, and the look on his face was serious.

It's as if it's a rare treasure.

Finally, after a dozen breaths, he wiped the arrow spotlessly.

"The general has worked hard all his life, and it's time to rest. He whispered, and the hand holding the long arrow flicked his fingers, and the long arrow in his hand turned into a streamer and flew straight towards the head of the Great Yellow City.

The speed of the arrow was extremely fast.

It's even faster than when he was shot out by Lin Shou.

With a cold killing machine, he came to the head of Dahuang City and stabbed the old general in the chest.

Lin Shou's body fell to the ground with a bang at that time.

The sound was not loud, but it was as deafening as the collapse of Mount Tai.

"General!"

"General!"

The cries of the people rang out over the city.

Lin Shou ignored it, he looked at the sharp arrow stuck in his chest in a daze, and the look on his face was miserable.

Only then did he realize that everyone in the world had miscalculated Mu Ji.

This king of Northern Xinjiang is far more terrifying than everyone imagined.

......

Su Muan was very unhappy.

He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was drunk in the dark, and his heart was full of complaints.

He was originally guarding Qin Keqing to heal the soldiers who were constantly being carried into the barracks, but with the continuous increase of the wounded, the camp tent used to park the wounded had been filled. Qin Keqing saw that he had nothing to do, and was afraid that he would not listen to Xu Han's advice and run to the city alone to cause trouble, so he handed him over to Chu Qiuli's hands.

But Su Mu'an didn't like Chu Qiuli at all.

He was born so burly, in Su Mu'an's opinion, he should be a fierce general, but he drank all day long, and he was drunk at such a critical juncture.

"Little guy, do you want to have some too?" As if feeling Su Mu'an's gaze, Chu Qiuli raised his eyes and glanced at him, handed over the wine jug in his hand with a smile, and asked.

"My dad said that swordsmen can't drink. Su Muan frowned and said seriously.

"Nonsense. When Chu Qiuli heard this, he shouted: "How can there be a swordsman in this world who doesn't drink! ”

"My dad won't lie to me, my dad said, swordsmen can't lie!" Chu Qiuli's words seemed to hit Su Mu'an's sore foot, and the young man jumped up all of a sudden and argued loudly.

"If you don't drink it, I'll drink it myself. Seeing him like this, Chu Qiuli no longer argued with him, he glanced at his mouth, muttered, put the wine jug in his hand back, and was about to raise his head and drink.

But at this moment, his body suddenly shook, and his face, which was flushed with the strength of the wine, instantly turned pale at that moment.

Seeing this, Su Mu'an, who was on the side, also saw that something was wrong with him, and couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Brother Chu, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Qiuli seemed to have been immobilized, and he was stunned in place, even more ignorant of Su Mu'an's search.

Su Mu'an walked over cautiously, reached out and touched Chu Qiuli's shirt and asked, "Are you okay?"

These words have just been spoken.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of Chu Qiuli's mouth and sprinkled all over the ground in front of him.

Su Mu'an had never seen such a scene, "You... You..."

He panicked, wanted to do something, but didn't know what to do, and said in a daze for a long time, it's best to slap his head.

"You wait, I'll go find Sister Keqing, don't move, I'll be back !!in a while," Su Mu'an said anxiously, and then hurriedly ran towards Qin Keqing's camp.

After about ten breaths, Su Mu'an had already walked away.

At this time, Chu Qiuli slowly raised his head.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, the expression on his face was miserable, and the gaze in his eyes was solemn.

"You're going to cause me trouble, old fellow. ”

He muttered to himself. Then his eyes sank, as if he was sensing something.

"Don't you want to die yet?"

He spoke to himself again, then sighed heavily.

"The last time, you have to live longer with the surname Yuan, otherwise Lao Tzu's life will be paid to you. ”

At that time, the big man spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva, the divine light in his eyes condensed, and a strange momentum rose around him.

He sat down cross-legged, his hands clasped in front of his chest, like an old monk in meditation, and his hands began to form mysterious marks.

"A small deception, a big deception. ”

"The little thief touches the pearl, and the avenue steals his life. ”

He silently recited the proverb that had been passed down for a long time by the Holy Gate, and the momentum that surrounded him suddenly rose like a cow pulling a cow from dry land, reaching the nine heavens!

At that time, Chu Qiuli was bathed in divine light, and from a distance, the light was shining.

Like a god-man.

......

In the city of Chang'an.

The woman in Tsing Yi, who was talking about the secret affairs with the first lord of the monstrous throne, suddenly seemed to have a feeling, she frowned, got up without etiquette and said goodbye to the first lord.

Then she hurried through most of Chang'an City and returned to her small courtyard.

The surprised eyes of the servants around her pushed open the door of the room, which was never allowed to outsiders, and then she looked at the candlestick in the room with calm eyes.

There were three candles, one long gone, one crumbling, and one flickering.

The woman in Tsing Yi walked to the candlestick, looked at the flickering candlestick, and frowned.

Her face flickered and brightened against the candle flame, and it was cloudy and uncertain.

Finally, she sighed heavily, as if she was lamenting something.

Then she gritted her teeth and said helplessly and resentfully.

"Chu Qiuli..."

"Are you really dying?"