Inherited from the world's first scattered 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 Zhenbei 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.

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

"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: "Save the living, not the dead?"

In the clash between the two major forces tonight, once you stand in the wrong position, you 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.

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All this happened in the valley between the mountains and rivers, but beyond several mountains and rivers, on the top of a dirt mountain, three people stood in the wind, silently watching in this direction.

The tall young man's face was unusually pale, like the full moon when the weather was fine, although he was wearing the silk shirt of the Great Xia Dynasty, it was still difficult to hide the unique meaning 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 who drew the bow pointed his arrow in the direction of the gate of the Beida camp and admonished.

"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 looked not very old, and his appearance was quite handsome, he looked at the direction of the arrow for a long time, and said: "The young master is wise, the two factions of Yingdu, and the power of either side is big, 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, like the eyes of a dead fish, and when he opened his eyes, he was unusually white, and there was an inexplicable 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 the next moment, three bright spots intertwined with each other appeared in his mud pill palace, one of which was the brightest, and under the entanglement of the remaining two white lights, it slowly moved northward.

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 has actually left the Yingdu City covered by the Zhuxian Great Array, and is being besieged, and their attention is being distracted, if they can't do it with an arrow, although they are dozens of miles away, the cultivation masters in the Zhenbei military 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 practicing a magic martial arts, but due to fate, archery went further, and this kind of archery with divine thoughts as the coordinates dozens of miles away, I am afraid that no one in the whole continent can match.

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 another black shadow in the night floated towards the trembling warband, extremely fast, with the intention of swearing.

Gu Xuanyue raised her eyebrows slightly, and this black shadow turned into a black meteor, like a thrown stone, giving people a killing intent that would never retreat and move forward.

"There are variables again!" Ling Tong said in a deep voice.

The monk was surprised, he had seen the two young men in the battle, in Yancheng, in Yunmeng, but when did such a cultivation young man appear in the Great Xia Dynasty, and he could participate in such a secret killing.

"Don't wait any longer, send him away. Gu Xuanyue said.

Ling Tong suddenly picked up the silver bow, like a full moon rising from the top of the mountain, cool and lonely, his steady hands suddenly loosened, and with a decisive arrow turned into a silver light, with a whoosh, disappeared into the night.