Thinking of this, Poinsettia Mei grabbed another book with a headache.

There are thousands of miracle medicines in the world, if there is a glimmer of hope, he will not watch Fu Yunge die.

Because he must not let the same past happen again.

Cramped table with a wick burning slowly. The candle shadow flickered softly, reflecting the figure of tireless night reading.

After another moment. Gradually, the sun rises outside the window.

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

A night of fierce fighting, the battlefield is counted. The soldiers burned, and the sound of fighting crossed the line between day and night.

In Qingyuan Horse City, the battle was particularly fierce. As the first shortcut into the Heartlake Canyon, the melee is even more inseparable.

The people of Daozhai couldn't stop the army that came like a dark wave. Bai Rong tried his best to command, but was hit hard. Fortunately, Dongfang Shiming and others came later, and they were able to turn the tide.

The dense and turbulent flow of soldiers, some bypassing the horse market and rushing into the canyon from both sides. Dongfang Shiming and the others didn't have time to take care of it, they only thought about protecting the safety of the people in Mashi first, and the others were also useless.

The sword halberd was double-opened, and it formed a confrontation with the incoming Nine Devil Shadows.

More and more troops began to retreat from here, and Dongfang Shiming probably knew where they were going, but he couldn't control that much now. Tens of millions of people should not be a bet on the battlefield, he must deal with it with all his heart, and he must not be distracted at all!

At this moment, there was finally a little time to breathe, and several Daozhai disciples couldn't hold it back, and they went to the rear to see Bai Rong's condition.

Bai Rong was near Dongfang Shiming, and it was he who had just let a local family temporarily admit him. However, Bai Rong's old injuries have not healed, and new injuries have been added, I am afraid that there will be more than one luck.

Oriental Shiming was guarded at the rear of the street. Seeing that the disciples of Youdaozhai rushed back from the front, he did not stop them.

Because, I'm afraid that this cruel battlefield won't give them too much time.

The three or five disciples quickly rushed into the house. But after a while, Dongfang Shiming heard a low whimper coming from inside.

Oriental poetry is sour at the tip of the nose. But he still suppressed the pain in his heart and shouted bitterly: "Everyone has a life. The battlefield is merciless, come out quickly!"

Soon, the disciples slowly opened the curtain and walked out from inside, wiping their tears.

Dongfang Shiming bit his lip tightly. He was indeed shaken, because he always had all the feelings in his heart, but he could not be shaken, because his current position was that of a military advisor, a chess player, and a person behind him and the entire people of the horse market!

Ahead, the rumbling of battle was deafening.

Suddenly, a cunning soldier crossed the crowd and rushed to the rear!

I saw that he raised his weapon and was about to smash it on the top of the heads of those disciples. Dongfang Shiming immediately made a decision, and the iron fan flew out, cutting the man's neck coldly.

In an instant, hot blood spurted out, splashing the bodies of those distracted disciples.

Like frightened sleeping birds, their spirits return to such a real and tragic reality. When he looked again, the man had fallen to the ground and died, with a red iron fan stuck in his neck.

Dongfang Shiming glanced at them and leaned over to pick up his fan.

"This is the real fight. Anytime, anywhere, someone can die......" Dongfang Shiming took a heavy breath and said slowly, "This is not your usual practice. ”

"If you want your cherished people to be injured again, you can only fight to the death to protect them now!" Dongfang Shiming was bright, his eyebrows and eyes were full of sadness, and his tone was sonorous like never before, "Otherwise, how can you hold the knife in your hand?"

The disciples couldn't help but stop crying and raised their heads to look at Dongfang Shiming.

Gradually, Dongfang Shiming noticed that their hands holding the knife had become tighter and tighter.

"Go, may you ...... All are safe. ”

Dongfang Shiming's tone softened as if he had burst into an embankment, as if the breath he had just now had finally been exhausted.

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

The winding canyon is shaking the sky at this moment. The flames of the war were burning, and the dragon halberd bore the brunt, and the stalemate situation was as dangerous as a tired egg.

In a dilemma, the head of the dragon and the others fought against the invading Nine Devil Shadows on the one hand, and on the other hand, they wanted to prevent them from ascending to the main sect. The attitude of Long Xiao and the others is unclear, and it is difficult to say whether they will defect to Jiu Che Xiaoying later.

Long Tao rushed left and right, like no one's land. After experiencing the pain of the skin, Long Tao's blood and blood were swelling, regardless of his own injuries, every halberd seemed to be infused with anger and strength all over his body. After a moment of fighting, the corpses that died under his halberd were already piled up.

The head of the dragon and his disciples stood in front of the stone steps of the cliff, blocking the enemies who wanted to break through the defense line. Although the mountain gate has been taken by the dragon owls, they will never allow these evil obstacles to step forward.

Offensive and defensive, forming a poignant scene under the dragon halberd cliff. The flames of war are raging, the smoke is wolf smoke on all sides, and the blood is drifting.

Among the dragon head and the others, there were also people who were injured when they resisted the jade-faced Rakshasa army, and they were getting weaker and weaker at the moment. In addition, many soldiers of the Nine Shadows wanted to seize the first merit as soon as possible, and the crowd of people surrounding them increased instead of decreasing.

The lonely tree is difficult to support, and the head of the dragon and others are besieged by the crowd, like a kite with a broken line, an isolated island isolated from outside support.

Soon, the situation fell into a balance.

I don't know who slashed it, and a disciple standing not far from the dragon head was suddenly injured, and blood gushed like a spring.

The weak defense was finally torn open a breakthrough, and those red-eyed men saw that there was an omission, and immediately screamed and rushed through the defense net and rushed towards the mountain gate!

The head of the dragon is one against three, and the doppelganger lacks skills. Seeing those gangsters pouring into the sect and delaying for so long in vain, he couldn't help but be heartbroken and shouted in despair:

"No, no!!"