He thought for a moment, looked at the knife in his hand again, and then whispered roughly: "You guys are too small here." I'm ...... can be broken. It's better to go outside to the lawn. ”

The young man muttered to himself, as if he was going to weed the Daozhai. didn't care about him, and turned sideways: "Sir, please." ”

Wolf Chenyan looked at him, and slowly walked out with a knife. And seeing him leave, those disciples flocked into the martial arts arena.

He scratched his head and thought about the dream he had had last night as he walked out the door.

He always felt as if his knife was about to open again.

Walking to the grave of the chivalrous deeds, he saw the exquisite sword leaning in front of the grave.

After looking at it for a while, he sighed.

This knife is not the weapon of chivalry back then. And so many complicated pendants are also harmful to the battlefield.

After thinking about it, he finally turned around and left.

............

And in a more distant and dangerous place, the hidden Ming State, with the power of more than a dozen cities, stands majestically between thousands of peaks in the vast sky and wilderness that few people visit.

As the largest stronghold, the former concealment work is not without its complexity. The surrounding hills are arrayed, and there are two artificial rockeries to cover up at any time, and it has accumulated over time to form such a formation.

Now that it has finally appeared, under the full command of the Shadow Skeleton, it will surely shock the entire Nether Heaven.

Every day, a steady stream of troops is transferred from here and flows into various places. is like the two marshals who confront Qiong Tiandian, each holding one end.

After leaving the desert, Shadow Skeleton returned to his long-established base. And even if he is not there, the Trillion Sin Ming Bang is not leaderless.

In the past, there were many rumors in the Three Realms Heaven that one of the "Twin Spirits" of the Death Knife Tracing Soul was also in the Ming State of Trillion Sins. As the deputy of the Shadow Skeleton, the Wandering Spirit is the death knell that will always stand in the Ominous Sin Ming Bang.

And outside the Trillion Sin Ming State, among the cascading chaotic peaks, withered branches were everywhere, and the dried blood stains were still dazzling.

This is the graveyard of the bleak path of righteousness.

At the beginning, Yue Shenchen and the two were in deep danger, and it was not because they were overwhelmed. They also led a team of nearly 100 people at that time, but in the face of an unexpected strong enemy, until now, their original strength has been completely wiped out.

If it weren't for the drunken dust and others coming in time, the two of them would probably have turned into ghosts. However, even with the assistance of Drunken Dust Township, their current disadvantage is still inevitable.

Now, trapped in the Cong Peak Formation, all the troops, the only remaining defender, is only a peripheral watchtower captured earlier.

Fortunately, because of the terrain, it is not easy for the Ming State to come to attack. Thanks to the fact that they only set aside a path when they built the watchtower, it is now the biggest barrier for everyone to reluctantly defend their forces.

But they know it to everyone. Whether it was the materials or the patience of the Omin Ming Bang, this would not be the place where they could stay for a long time.

Only by withdrawing and retreating as soon as possible, or waiting for strong foreign assistance, can they really survive.

The upper floors of the watchtower were not completed, and were damaged during the previous assault. However, they can still see the situation outside the mountain, which has also become their greatest hope.

The two of them were seriously injured and have been recuperating in the lower floors. The remaining soldiers of the Drunken Dust Township and the Wine Alliance tried every day to intercept food, grass and water so that they would not be trapped alive.

And every day, in addition to sticking to the watchtower, their only sustenance is the distance beyond the mountains.

They believed, their comrades. Whether it is Gongsun Tan, or Poinsettia Plum and Wine Alliance, they are fighting together all the time. Every time they think of this, their hearts will be full of fighting spirit.

Finally, two days later. In this early morning, their expectations were not in vain.

Facing the first morning dew in the forest, through the reflection of the mountains and ravines, they were able to see that some unexpected reinforcements were coming.

"That's ......"

In the early morning, the air inside the watchtower was stirred up by a sound of excitement.

Drunken Dust Township walked up to the top and saw everyone excited, as if he had seen something terrible.

He leaned over, narrowed his eyes, and looked closely.

Suddenly, I saw that outside the plain beach, there was a team of dozens of people, slowly walking in their direction.

The person at the head, like a Bodhi mirror, wears a rough robe and holds a bronze Zen staff. Like the dawn of the night, he led a group of Brahmanas disciples to walk calmly in the direction of the Ming Bang, with their eyes blazing like thunder.

"That's the ...... of the Hanging Lantern Temple," someone in the tower cried out in surprise.

Drunken Dust leaned over the humble window frame, squinting and looking carefully, as if he remembered the name of the person who led him.

"Yes...... Hanging lamp warrior monk. ”

............

And on the periphery of the Heavenly Pillar, in the jungle outside the Qingya Academy, a lone shadow quietly came.

The comer's footsteps were slow, gently stepping on the messy branches on the ground. The morning dew still clings to the crevices of the tree trunks, slippery and fresh.

A faint morning glow filtered through the mist and permeated the low-hanging leaves. The visitor's hair was slightly wet with the morning mist, and it shone in the sunlight.

Standing here, you can vaguely see the outline of the academy.

He stood still, staring at the academy in front of him, full of affection.

I don't know if the dew is too heavy or for some other reason, but a puddle of water quickly accumulates in his eyes.

He is none other than the Nine Thorough Shadow Holy Envoy, Xi Zishi.