Under the gloomy mountains and rivers, the camp of the Zhenbei Army was close at hand, Yang Lin looked at Xu Feng and Jiang Liao with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "Who, who is persecuting such a thing, aren't you afraid of death." ”

Xu Feng glanced at Jiang Liao and said, "I'm afraid of death, but I can't help it, we really don't share the sky together." ”

Yang Lin said in a deep voice: "You are Lu Lao'er's people!"

Xu Feng and Jiang Liao glanced at each other and said in unison: "Not bad!"

"Haha......" Yang Lin held his hand, looked up to the sky and laughed, his gray hair fluttering in the wind, and that infinite domineering aura permeated the surroundings. "Lu Lao'er is going to see the Hades King tonight, you two children have a good eye, and you can actually see the old man's body, I advise you to enter my account, so as not to die well. ”

"I'm sorry, the fate between us in this life is over, wait until you reach the underworld to continue the fate. ”

After Xu Feng finished speaking, the black sword perfectly hidden in the black sword roared out, and it arrived in front of Yang Lin in the blink of an eye.

The majestic Yang Lin's fist stretched out into the sky, and suddenly conjured up countless streamers, smashing on the black sword's body with a bang, the sword momentum was condensed, and the next moment it spared a bend in the night sky and attacked again.

Xu Feng of the Golden Stone Realm has a more agile control of divine thoughts, and the black sword is like a black butterfly, dancing, secretly combining the vitality between heaven and earth.

"Good boy, there are two hits, the old man will play with you today!"

Yang Lin's martial arts are inherited from the Northern Regions, mainly refining the body, and the ordinary sword can no longer help his physical body, no matter how tricky and strange the angle of the black sword is, Yang Lin's qi falling from the sky can be accurately hit.

I'm afraid that one-on-one is not an opponent, Jiang Liao next to him suddenly jumped up, and the black staff wrapped around Zhenyuan, and the momentum of Mount Tai was overwhelming.

Inherited from the world's first loose cultivation, Jiang Liao, who is also based on body refining, is the most ferocious move as soon as he makes a move.

Yang Lin looked at the true yuan pressed above his head, his expression was solemn, he didn't expect that a kid from the Apocalypse Realm would be so powerful.

Taiwei Yang, who was originally punching with one hand, suddenly raised his fists towards the night sky, under the mountains and rivers, there was a crackling sound within a range of tens of zhang, and the true yuan condensed by his two fists made the air suddenly deformed, and the night wind stopped instantly, like a quiet vacuum world.

Next, with a loud bang, the sky collapsed, and the flying Jiang Liao turned over and fell, the black cane fell to the ground, vomiting out a mouthful of blood, and a fire rose in his hot eyes.

Standing in place, Taiwei Yang took three steps back, there was a pit several feet deep under his feet, feeling the trickiness of the two teenagers, Yang Lin looked at the torches dotted in front of the gate of the Northern Army, as long as he got there, Chen Guanpu would make a move, the two in front of him were definitely not the opponents of the Xuanjia cavalry, and it was only a matter of time before they were strangled.

However, Xu Feng had already seen through his intentions, and as soon as Jiang Liao's attack fell, a fluttering black sword came to his approach with a swish, not giving him a moment to react.

In front of the gate of the northern army, thousands of soldiers and horses lined up, without the commander's order, everyone waited with bated breath, and the war horses that connected humanity were unusually quiet.

Chen Guanpu was beside a man who looked like a scribe, with a leisurely mansion on the horse's head, with a playful meaning, looking at the trembling black shadow several miles away.

"To save or not to save?" the man said softly.

Chen Guanpu still had a solemn face, as if he was facing the most difficult choice, and he did not raise his right hand to give orders until this time.

The scribe, who was lying on the horse's head, continued: "Just the living, not the dead?"

In the clash between the two major forces tonight, standing in the wrong position, will fall into the abyss of no return, so the safest way is to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, the current situation, who knows if Prime Minister Lu Cheng has hidden any backhand.

Chen Guanpu, who was sitting on a horse, did not answer the words of the scribe, which was a kind of silence, while those cavalry concentrated and always maintained a posture of preparing to charge.

All this happened on the valley floor between the mountains and rivers, but beyond the several mountains and rivers, there were three people standing, silently watching in this direction.

The tall young man, his pale face, like the full moon when the weather is fine, although he is wearing the silk shirt of the Great Xia Dynasty, it is still difficult to hide the unique lonely look of the Northern Wilderness Desert.

Behind him, there were two men, one dressed as a sergeant with a silver bow in his hand, and the other a young monk.

"Your Highness is in danger, the Beida Camp in the hinterland of Yingdu has countless masters, if we have already made a decision, we should go back as soon as possible." The sergeant with the bow pointed the arrow in the direction of the gate of the Beida camp.

"Don't worry, Yingdu and clam are fighting, we can make a profit, the cavalry of the northern camp is ready to move, and Lu Lao'er is in danger tonight. "Known as His Highness, it is the young master of the Rakshasa Kingdom, Gu Xuanyue.

The monk in the back, who looked not very old and looked quite handsome, looked at the direction of the arrow for a long time, and said: "The young master is wise, no matter how big the power of Yingdu is, it is not good for me, in the opinion of the poor monk, those two boys are probably not the opponents of Yang Taiwei, once the old man sneaks into the camp, things will not be easy to do." ”

Gu Xuanyue didn't speak, a sneer overflowed on her pale face, and she said lightly: "It's a pity that you can't kill this guy on the battlefield with your own hands, then it will trouble General Ling." ”

The sergeant who drew the bow looked up to the sky, his eyes were pale and godless, like the eyes of a dead fish, and when they opened their eyes, they were unusually white, with an inexplicable sense of horror.

General Ling pulled his bow like a full moon, aimed his arrows at an extremely high night sky, his miserable white eyes were also closed, and three intertwined bright spots instantly appeared in his mud pill palace, one of which was the brightest at the moment, and slowly moved northward under the entanglement of the remaining two white lights.

Beyond the mountains and rivers, dozens of miles away from the camp in the north of Zhenbei, it is hard to believe that such an arrow can have any effect, but when the arrow is aimed at the night sky, the three people standing on the top of the mountain have extremely solemn expressions, and even their breathing is deliberately suppressed, for fear of affecting the power of this sword.

Because they know that they only have one chance, the number one person in the military of the Great Xia Dynasty actually came out of the Yingdu City covered by the Zhuxian Great Array, and is being besieged, and their attention is being distracted, if they can't get an arrow, although they are dozens of miles away, the cultivation masters in the Zhenbei Army camp will come as soon as possible, and at that time, His Royal Highness will really be in danger, and it is extremely dangerous.

Ling Tong, the god general of the middle route army of the Rakshasa Kingdom, is famous for his good shooting on the mainland. In the early years, after entering the path of cultivation, he was blind because of a magic martial arts, but due to fate, archery went further.

The bow and arrow moved slowly, Ling Tong's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the cold arrow slowly adjusted its direction in the night.

Suddenly, the bow and arrow were put down, because a dark shadow in the night floated towards the trembling warband, extremely fast, with the intention of death.

Gu Xuanyue raised her eyebrows slightly, and this black shadow turned into a black meteor for a moment, like a thrown stone, covering it to give people a fierce and murderous aura.