In the Sleepy Dragon Valley, the rain could already soak the clothes, and as soon as the cold wind passed, the people on the stage shivered, and the soldiers had already entered the nearby pavilion, and no one cared about the life or death of those prisoners. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Only wait for the middle of the night to come, when the yin is the heaviest, the hand rises and falls, and the soul is oversent.

Countless onlookers can only look at each other from afar, close to see the same party, the place where they shelter from the rain has been crowded with people's heads, no one speaks, just to see the heroic spirit leave, what I see today, there are many people who have fallen into the hands of demons, they can do nothing.

Some young students who had changed into ordinary clothes were still staring at the bleak wind and cold rain, their bodies were cold, and they bit their purple lips, but they couldn't resist the bitterness in their hearts.

The rain seemed to be even heavier, and some of the people on the stage couldn't hold on, their eyes went dark, and they fell, compared with those who were still suffering and enduring hunger and cold, they were undoubtedly happy.

It's just that the hot soup that followed them made them fall into endless despair and darkness again after being comfortable for a while.

There was no noise on the stage, and even some crying and noisy children had already lost their strength, leaning on the nearest relatives, their eyes were blank, as if they were resigned to their fate, except for the sound of hunting wind and rain, there was only death-like silence, which made people feel even more helpless.

At this moment, Wen Han shook the chain, and the sound of metal collision came out, and a few strands of gray hair covered his forehead, which was even more messy by the rain.

"Demons and evil have no way, disasters and chaos, my generation is loyal to the soul, why fear death, this life has not shown Lingyunzhi, the next life will be swept away!" Wen Han raised his beard, his eyes were firm, he looked up to the sky and howled, and his voice was hoarse.

The voice of the old man is unyielding, loyal, upright, and inspiring.

On Wen Han's right hand was a slightly chubby young man, about twenty years old, who saw Wen Han shouting and followed closely:

"My loyal soul, why not be afraid of death!"

The other young people were like this, and their words were like shouts, but the voices of several of them were not too big, they couldn't shake the sky, they couldn't split the ground, and it seemed that they couldn't even reach this trapped Dragon Valley.

Heaven and earth are vast, everything is like a drop in the ocean, although the cry is insignificant, but it can penetrate into the hearts of the people and plant an unyielding seed.

When the flowers bloom in the next year, the fragrance of the country is refreshing, even if it is the power of heaven and earth, it can not erase this unyielding seed, it is buried in the hearts of the people, germination, flowering, seeding, spreading, but also can pass through the years, legacy descendants.

The silence on the platform had been broken, and the people behind Wen Han were shocked, and the shouts seemed to have some magical power, making them forget their fear, despair, and helplessness for a while, and they were shaken by Wen Han's words, and the sense of heroism suddenly came to life, as if death was not so terrible.

The shouts were paused, the voices came one after another, and through the curtain of rain and mist, a sturdy young man with a purple and gold double hammer in his hand stepped on the waves, the tiger's head was heavy, and the muddy water was splashing.

Beside the tiger head, the rain took Ratchio's already unbeautiful makeup, the soaked colorful flower cloth crumpled against his body, and Rattletail held the golden hairpin snake sword obliquely with one hand, and his eyes were not good.

The two of them were extremely fast, and they were about to approach the edge of the stage in a blink of an eye, and the soldiers in the pavilion poked their heads, and shrank back in an instant, these soldiers did not dare to block, and they did not mean to block, they just didn't dare to disrespect the emperor's order, but their hearts were not towards the demon.

The tiger's head jumped up and rushed towards the stage, and at this moment, a moonlight burst out, and the silver folding fan turned into half a zhang long, and slashed towards the tiger's head.

The tiger's head double-hammered a fork, the purple light blocked, the backlash landed, "rubbed" a few steps back, was held by the rattle tail that followed closely, the silver fan refracted back, and the young man in yellow grabbed it and fell on the stage.

"You're a demon, let me go, or I'll hammer you into a ball!" The tiger leader shouted at the young man in yellow with a fierce look.

The young man in yellow snorted coldly and said, "Don't be ashamed to say it, you have the ability to come up and save it yourself." ”

"Look at the hammer!" the tiger's head danced with a purple and gold double hammer and slammed it towards the yellow-clothed youth, and the tail followed closely behind, and the golden hairpin snake sword stabbed out.

The young man in yellow was not the slightest surprised, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, and the folding fan in his hand was silver, and he instantly came out of his hand and greeted the tiger head and the others.

No one noticed that the chubby Taoist priest sitting in the tent, his eyes that had been closed had been opened, and there was a strange light in his eyes, as if he was hesitating and struggling.

This slightly chubby Taoist priest has gray hair and some wrinkles on his face, if Niu Fan sees it, he will definitely be able to recognize it at a glance, this person is Qingsong Zhenren.

Qing Song's real appearance is different from when Niu Fan rescued him a few years ago, his pot-bellied belly was actually taken back in a few years, and the whole person was in a circle, as if he had been sucked dry by some monster.

"I'll go away, leave me alone. Wen Han struggled to pull the chains that bound him, and shouted hoarsely at the tiger's head.

From the moment the tiger head rushed in, he had stopped talking grandiosely, but he didn't recognize the tiger head at that time, he only thought that it was a chivalrous warrior who came to the rescue, until the tiger head reported his name, he was suddenly stunned.

Tiger head likes knives, guns and sticks since he was a child, and he can't read books at all, until he was ten years old, he left a letter, ran away from home, and went to the famous mountain to learn art.

At this moment, Wen Han never expected that it was on the Dharma field, when he was about to cut off his head, he was in tears at the moment, and there was a trace of relief in his heart, that is, he was able to see the tiger head before he died, but then this relief was overwhelmed by a strong heartbeat and worry, the demon mana is boundless, that is, the boy in yellow has not met an opponent so far, and he is worried that the tiger head will be captured.

"Dad, when I clean up this demon road, I'll come to save you!"

The tiger's head and double hammer danced like a tiger, and the rattle tail also stabbed the golden hairpin snake sword very sharp, and under the collision with the silver fan of the young man in yellow, it was only a fight.

"My son is mistaken, this person is just the boy of the demon road, the demon road is sitting on the shed, and before he can make a move, my son leaves quickly. ”

Tiger Head was shocked when he heard this, he didn't expect that the demon boy was so powerful, and the corner of his eye swept over the shed, and he saw a fat Taoist priest with gray hair sitting on it, and it was at this moment that the fat Taoist priest actually moved.

"Two little friends, the old way is here to help you!"

Qing Song Zhenren instantly rose into the air, and a fist-sized dark red fireball instantly came out of his hand and shot towards the yellow-clothed young man.

"What?" Tiger Head was stunned, Wen Han was stunned, and countless people in the audience were stunned in their hearts, how could this demon Dao shoot at his boy?

Seeing this, the young man in yellow did not have the slightest surprise on his face, the fingers in his hand moved lightly, and the silver fan danced faster, just in an instant, he forced the tiger head and the rattle tail back, drew the fan back to defend against a blow, and smashed the fireball sent by Qingsong Zhenren with a "bang", and his figure fell on the platform, and he watched coldly as Qingsong Zhenren flew to the tiger's head.

On the top of an attic not far away, a man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe walked out, this person was about fifty years old, his face was a little majestic, I saw him laughing with joy on his face, and his voice spread far away: "You demon man, you dare to conspire with the demon girl to suck the widow dry, today there is a Qingsong Immortal Master and these two immortal friends to take you down, and when you are killed, I will destroy the demon girl." ”

Qingsong Zhenren's face was strange when he heard this, he didn't expect this Liang Huang to jump out by himself, Qingsong Zhenren and Hutou joined forces, just holding the idea that the three of them should be able to escape from the other party's clutches, where can they kill each other, this Liang Huang doesn't understand the matter of cultivating immortals, thinking that more people can win, and he definitely miscalculated the strength of both sides based on this.

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