There were too many cavalrymen, and Sansan looked at the cavalry who seemed to be unable to kill anything, and began to feel hopeless in his heart, even if he was the most talented person in the backyard, he would feel tired.

Not to mention the murder.

It is obvious that the other party just wants to use people to kill him and Su Yan.

Su Yan's movements also began to slow down, even if the sea of stars in his body had been providing endless power, he would be tired.

The arm first became sore, then stinging, which was a severe damage to the soft tissues of the muscles.

If it weren't for Yun Yiyi on his back, he would have fallen long ago.

She is what he believes in now.

Because of his faith, Su Yan would not despair, and with a sword, he picked up the long knife that had been split, took a step to the left, and struck his elbow on the chest of a cavalryman.

The sound of a broken sternum sounded, and the cavalry flew like a kite with a broken string.

This is the battlefield, and he has long forgotten what it means to be unbearable.

The long knife of the other cavalryman just raised and slashed at Su Yan's back.

The long knife broke through the air and let out a strange 'woo' sound.

Su Yan didn't have time to raise his sword to block, he could only turn sideways and pounce forward, the long knife cutting a wound on his left arm.

Such injuries were all over his body except for his back, and the blood that flowed out had already wet his clothes, and the moon-white clothes turned into red, and with his ups and downs, like a flame.

Blood and fire.

The green silk with Yun Yiyi on her back flew up and brushed Su Yan's face.

A gust of wind blew across the plain, and a row of white-clothed people appeared in the distance.

The powerhouses of the Templars reappeared.

One of them said a few words to the cavalry leader, who raised his hand and a firework shot into the sky.

Signal to retreat.

The cavalry who received the signal scattered their horses, and looked back at Su Yan and Sansaner from time to time.

They have long been afraid.

The people of the Holy Hall slowly walked towards Su Yan and the others.

"It's really timely," Sansan said, smiling wryly. Looking at those people, he simply threw the sword in his hand, put down Liu Mengmeng on his back, and sat on the ground.

"Here you are," he shouted at the Sanctuary as he approached.

He was so tired.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Seven", the white-clothed man who had spoken to the cavalry leader before bowed to Su Yan and said, "Wen Ruyu in Xia, others are called Qianqian Gentleman in Xia, Mingyue Xuan's supervisor in the Holy Hall,"

Gentle and elegant, as if he couldn't see the dead bodies with broken arms and blood under the starlight, he was as humble as a gentleman.

"And Mr. Six," he said with a salute to Sansan.

Su Yan didn't care about him, untied the cloth strip and gently put Yun Yiyi down and held it in his arms.

Sansan naturally won't return the gift.

"I'm sorry, just because you are worthy to be called a humble gentleman. Sansan spat out a mouthful of saliva, thinking of the second senior brother, that is a gentleman.

"Naturally, you are not worthy of being called a gentleman, and the second gentleman in the backyard is a gentleman", Wen Ruyu seemed to guess what Sansan thought in his heart: "But there is really no way for others to call it like this." ”

"It's shameless, the others you are talking about are the people who follow you. Sansan said, pointing to the people in the sanctuary behind him.

Wen Ruyu smiled slightly, no longer dwelling on this issue, and said to Su Yan: "It's really not Ruyu's intention to be rude to the two gentlemen," sincere and sincere, his eyes showed apologies, as if he really felt very guilty and sorry: "It's really Ruyu in the Holy Hall, the emperor's order, I can't help it." ”

The emperor he said naturally refers to Emperor Zixuan.

talked eloquently and put all the blame on Di Zixuan.

Su Yan still ignored him, as if he was transparent air.

Sansan asked, "And then?"

"No," Wen Ruyu said, "in order to show respect for the academy and the two gentlemen,"

He pointed to the people in the Templar behind him, "We'll shoot together, and the cavalry, of course." ”

Wen Ruyu said it brightly.

Su Yan and Sansan fought for half the night, and there were more than 13,000 cavalry left, and this time a total of 15,000 Xuanjia elite cavalry came.

died more than a thousand, but the record of the two of them joining forces was more than the record of the gentleman in Daohe Town, Guangming County.

"No negotiable?" asked Sansan.

Wen Ruyu shook her head. "Okay", Sansan stood up, he wanted to pull two cushions.

Su Yan spoke, very calmly, as if he was saying something simple: "After tonight, I will destroy the temple with my own hands." ”

Wen Ruyu still said tepidly; Not a chance, Mr. Seven. He drew his sword, and the Templars behind him drew their swords.

"It's really going to die, it's a good story that our brothers can die together, but you have to remember that you owe me a roast rabbit" Sansan put his hand on Su Yan's shoulder.

He never forgot about it.

The so-called cannot be born on the same day and month of the same year, but ask for death on the same day and month of the same year.

Su Yan shook Sansan's hand on his shoulder, and then stretched out his long sword on the ground.

Fingers ran across his chest, and he suddenly remembered the piece of rice paper his aunt had given him.

Above is a sword drawn by Chu Xiangxiang.

When I was in Guangming County, the sword drawing book had already flown towards Xue Guangming, but it returned to the paper after the night light rain appeared.

The thin rice paper carrying a sword intent is already an incredible thing, but the light rain at night is even more incredible.

But this sword intent still couldn't save them, because there were too many people.

Chu Xiangxiang's plum blossom only blooms one in a sword.

Su Yan sighed, but still took it out, the paper was not unfolded, and the sharp sword qi distorted the space.

Wen Ruyu was shocked, this is the breath above the fate, and it can't be delayed any longer.

The left hand gave a signal to the rear, and the regrouped cavalry began to charge as soon as they clamped their horses' bellies.

The rest of the church began to gather around.

......

"Whew, whew, whew," a scream pierced the air as a dozen black dots fell from the sky and smashed on the plain.

Bang bang bang, the big earthquake shook a few times.

The black dot fell on the ground and turned into a black shadow, and then one of the black shadows walked towards Su Yan: "Su Yan." The shadow shouted.

When I got closer, it turned out to be more than a dozen people dressed in animal skins, led by a teenager.

They did not look at the cavalry rushing behind them.

"Knife", Su Yan recognized the person.

The surprise of a reunion after a long absence.

Sansan breathed a sigh of relief and came to reinforcements.

It was the knife that came, "The clansmen outside said that the mainland is like a pot of porridge now, so I came out to take a look." Xiaodao said, not saying that it was because he was worried about Su Yan.

He's not as mun as he used to be.

Looking at the rushing cavalry and the Templars in front of him, Su Yan's heart sank again.

"Looks like you're in trouble," said Knife, "these are my people. ”

He introduced the people behind him.

The desolate men bowed their heads and beat their chests and saluted.

The knife turned around, faced the cavalry and Wen Ruyu and said, "Are you going to kill my brother?"

Brother! Su Yan only felt a little hot in his heart.

Sansan laughed, "Okay! Brother, brothers work together, and their profits are golden." They wouldn't let us go, and today our brothers will fight their way to the sky. ”

The knife stopped talking, and took out a swarthy stick, which Su Yan recognized as Mo Fang.

The ......people who brought the knife shouted.

Xu was infected, and Su Yan Sansan also roared,

Kill......

The rice paper opened, and the fierce sword intent rose into the sky, and the wind and clouds in the sky changed color.

Finally, the shouts of killing sounded in the field.

A loud roar, dripping with joy!

The desolate people are a race made to fight, both now and in ancient times.

......

The addition of knives and their participation cannot completely change the final direction of the battle, there are too many enemies, and the quantitative change leads to the qualitative change.

But their addition made Su Yan hold on longer.

Chu Xiangxiang's sword intent alarmed many people.

When the dawn comes, the scholar appears on the plain, the gentleman appears on the plain, the red-makeup blacksmith Tang Guoer, when the dawn air becomes hot and dry,

The summer solstice also occurs on the plains.

Wen Ruyu already knew that nothing could be done, so she gave a salute to the people in the academy and led them to retreat.

The deeds of the 5,000 cavalry of the Daomen in Guangming County in the summer solstice have long been spread all over the world.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change before the alternation of hot and cold in a flick is a joke, or rather, Wen Ruyu They don't have enough quantity to verify the authenticity of that legend.

The scholar stopped the crowd who were about to chase him.

Su Yan finally fell.

Sansan also fell.

They held out for too long.

There are still three desolate people left around the knife, and the other desolate people remain on the plain permanently.

The knife stood for a long time in front of the bulging mound.

Three days later.

When Su Yan woke up, he was greeted by a concerned face with red makeup.

"Senior sister, what about Yiyi?" Su Yan, who had just woken up, was still very weak, and his voice was astringent and hoarse.

"You drink this bowl of soup first", Hong Makeup brought over a bowl of soup on the table, it was warm and warm, and I don't know how many times Red Makeup was hot.

Su Yan didn't want to drink it, but when he saw the worried eyes of the red makeup, his heart softened, and he took it and drank it in a proper manner, the soup was fragrant, and he didn't know what it was.

"How about Yiyi," Su Yan asked again, with unconcealed eagerness in his eyes.

"There's no big problem with Miss Yiyi. Red Makeup said as he placed the empty bowl on the table; It's just that I haven't woken up yet

Come. ”

"I'll take a look," Su Yan struggled out of bed, but couldn't lift his hand.

As soon as the body moved, there was a heart-piercing pain all over the body, and it turned out that the body was wrapped with strips of cloth.

"Hey...... , don't move," Red Makeup hurriedly walked over and pressed Su Yan, "You have too much on your body, and you have lost too much blood, although Senior Brother has shown it to you, you can't get out of bed yet." ”

"Where's the knife?" asked Su Yan

"You mean the boy who started with you? He's fine, the senior brother invited him to come to the academy but he refused, he said he had a place to go. “

Su Yan lay down: "What about Senior Brother Sansan?"

Red makeup laughed at him: "I just think of your third senior brother now, he is fine, but he is lying on the bed like you and can't move." ”

"No, I have to go and see Yiyi, senior sister, you go out for a while. Su Yan said.

"Hey", Red Makeup sighed and walked out, this junior brother.

Su Yan struggled to raise his right hand, bit the strip of cloth with his mouth and pulled it out.

Hiss, gasping in pain.

The coagulated blood stuck the strip of cloth on the wound, and this pull was like tearing a muscle from the body.