Xue Dingye saw this sword like a swift wind, and couldn't help but be shocked for a while.

In order to attack him, the other party actually dispatched two True Venerable level masters.

Of course, there are still true masters under the command of Tianzi Peak, but those people are all important ministers or leaders of wealthy clans, and it is impossible for them to stoop to be Xue Dingye's guards, and of course they cannot be in the same boat as him.

This sword is so powerful that Xue Dingye can't retreat.

But Sen Kecheng had already come to his senses, and the spear was agitated, stabbing three armorers to death in succession, and attacking Xue Dingye.

Once the armor array lost its grip on Sen Kecheng, his blue spear swung like the wind, piercing the thick armor as easily as shattering tofu, and there was a crisp sound like shredded paper, and blood gushed out from the cracks in the thick iron armor!

The two True Venerable masters attacked in a flank, which shocked Xue Dingye's heart.

Sen Kecheng is the number one master in Xue Yiren's guards, brave and unmatched, with an indomitable gun, with the killing intent to crush everything. And Yun Hailan's innate cloud qi sword technique was ethereal and misty, but it was omnipresent, forming an invisible field that restrained Xue Dingye's movements.

He was originally full of confidence, thinking that this battle would definitely be able to completely annihilate the elite of the Divine Hall and take down Wu Feng's head.

Unexpectedly, on the surface of the river, he was beaten so disgraced by Wu Feng, and now his life is in danger.

At this moment, Xue Dingye caught a glimpse of his cronie Lin Shan out of the corner of his eye.

This guy who was greedy for life and afraid of death, under the attack of several Shentang Heavenly Warriors, got off the side of the ship and jumped into the water with a pop.

This damn minion, Schrödinger, cursed silently in his heart.

There was a flash of light in his heart.

Behind him was an old man in Tsing Yi with goosebumps and a crane's head, with a tall body and thin hands and feet.

This person's name is Liu Wanshan, and he is a famous residence in Tianzi Peak, although he only has a heavy heaven cultivation, but his prestige is very high.

"Elder Liu, you are already over ninety years old, and you don't have much yang life left, if you arrive for the master of this sect, I will take care of your children and grandchildren in the future!"

Xue Dingye's eyes were hideous, and he said in a snake-like tone.

Liu Wanshan was shocked for a while, but he was restrained by Xue Dingye, raised it, and threw it towards Yun Hailan and Sen Kecheng.

The ants still cherish their lives, even though Liu Wanshan is about to end his life, he is more and more greedy for the rest of the world, where is he willing to be a shield for Xue Dingye?

However, being thrown out by Xue Dingye with force, Liu Wanshan had no choice but to fight to the death.

He swayed his hands and feet, like a king who was lifted in the air, and his whole body was stimulated by the meridians of his body, and he resisted Yun Hailan and Sen Kecheng.

But how could the flanking attack of the two True Venerable masters be ordinary? The faint cyan true qi was invisible under the rushing spear power and sword light.

"It's hateful, the old man doesn't ......"

Before Liu Wanshan had time to shout the word "Gan", the attack of the two masters smashed Liu Wanshan's whole body to pieces, and the bloody meat sauce and bone fragments exploded one after another.

This generation of elders of Tianzi Peak, with endless resentment against Xue Dingye, returned to the dead. It is certain that if he could choose again, he would never choose to side with his rebellious son!

Xue Dingye had already taken the opportunity to highlight the pursuit and jumped into the water.

And the armor soldiers who sacrificed themselves for the main man roared and walked towards Yun Hailan and Sen Kecheng to resist.

Even if he is vulnerable in the face of the attack of the True Venerable master, he must buy time for the lord to escape.

Loyalty is a very miraculous thing, people in troubled times rely on loyalty to gain fame and power, but they also have to gamble their lives. So when it came time to sacrifice their lives, the lower-class soldiers often only remembered their loyalty, but forgot what they were loyal for.

Blood continued to spurt out from the heavy iron cans, and Sen Kecheng's spear and Yun Hailan's flying sword harvested the deck into a river of blood.

The armor warriors fell, the sun shining on their corpses, golden light mixed with blood.

Through the armor, you can't see their faces, only a pair of young eyes.

At the moment of the passing of life, these eyes finally revealed unwillingness and reluctance, so they did not blink their eyes.

Yun Hailan's feathers fluttered lightly, and he let out a faint sigh.

In her deep heart, she is a weak woman after all. Even if the experience of coming back from the dead makes her own look down on life and death, it is inevitable that women often have sentimentality.

These young people in heavy armor, they may be as young as Wu Feng, and before they have time to enjoy the beauty of life, they died because of the so-called loyalty.

She remembered the days a few years ago, when she and Wu Feng hid from the pursuit together.

That is the real line of life and death, if it weren't for Yun Hailan burning his own longevity and launching a magnificent and peerless Dance of the Soul, both of them would have died under the black fire of the Zhuxian King.

At that time, if he died like that, in fact, there was not much unwillingness, at least the two of them belonged to each other. And now the teenagers who were killed by her can only lie alone on the cold deck, sinking into the water with the big ship abandoned by their master.

But no matter how melancholy she was, she would never let go of the sword in her hand.

As she once said to Wu Feng - if there is a strong enemy, I will kill it for you.

Anyone who stood in front of Wu Feng, she would cut it down with her sword, without the slightest mercy. It used to be to repay Wu Feng for saving his life, but now it is for the affection between the two.

In the stormy seas, Xue Dingye's figure was completely unhindered.

The reason why the main ship was attacked was because it was too big, so it was disconnected from the fleet in the chaotic return voyage.

Schrödinger could clearly see that more than a dozen warships had gradually restored order and were planning to launch a rescue in this direction.

It's just too late.

So Schrödinger chose to go over by himself.

He used the sacrifice of Liu Wanshan and a group of armor soldiers to buy valuable time for himself.

The soldiers on the main ship either threw away their armor and jumped into the water to escape, or they were wiped out by the two True Venerable masters and a group of Divine Hall monks.

But Schrödinger had already swam to the area of his own rain of arrows.

But when Yun Hailan and Sen Kecheng chased after them, the arrows in the sky blocked their steps.

When flying in the air, the Sky Conqueror will also appear vulnerable. What's more, among the crowds of archers, there were also a large number of iron artillerymen, and the blazing barrels spewed tongues of fire and danced all over the sky.

Yun Hailan and Sen Kecheng looked at each other, knowing that Xue Dingye's head could not be removed.

The fleet is closing in on the two, and once surrounded, no matter how powerful the master is, he will not be able to escape.

So they could only resist the wind and drift away.

And the flying swordsmen have smashed Schröding's main ship to pieces, and this magnificent ship has sunk to the bottom of the water with a lot of devastation.

Yun Hailan stood beside Wu Feng, silent.

Her identity in front of outsiders is Wu Feng's housekeeper Yunshang, so she tries to speak as little as possible, so as not to say too much.

Sen Kecheng sighed and said: "The last general is incompetent, and he can't take off the head of the rebel......"

"If he is beheaded so easily, then my eldest brother will be useless. Wu Feng waved his hand and smiled: "This battle has severely damaged the spirit of the Hanzhong army, and you have worked hard." ”

Sen Kecheng smiled bitterly, his eyes a little lonely.

After all, he is a native of Hanzhong, and the surging Han River echoes his blazing blood flow from time to time.

But from today on, he is destined to fight to the death with his former comrades-in-arms.

With Xue Dingye's character, he will never give up if he suffers so much this time.

When the wind on the Xichuan River calmed down, this decisive battle finally came to an end.

The pit viper Xue Yiren has been buried forever in the surging river, and the Xichuan River, which is the dividing line between the shrine and the Tianzi Peak, has also sunk countless souls of the soldiers of the two armies, wailing day and night.

On the way to join the teacher, Wu Feng looked up to the sky and laughed, setting up wine and food to reward the soldiers, and seemed to be arrogant, but Yun Hailan could see the imperceptible worry in his eyebrows.

As long as he failed to save Xue Yiren and failed to defeat the usurper Xue Dingye, this battle would be lost.

Even if he made Schrödinger suffer a small loss when withdrawing the army, it would not help.

Bai Junlang's death has caused clouds to cover the inside and outside of the shrine. And after today, the land of western Henan must be even more rumor-ridden.

Yun Hailan looked at Wu Feng with pity.

She knew that with Wu Feng's strength and the sadness in her eyes, it was more because of the loss of Xue Yiren, a confidant, than because of the fear of the chaotic situation.

But she still wanted to hold his hand, rub his hair gently, and embrace him in her arms, just as she had done seven years ago when the Valley of Sorrow had been destroyed.

But this is in the military tent, in public, her current identity cannot be his woman or even confidante, she can only be a housekeeper who can go into battle to kill the enemy.

She looked out of the tent with some resentment, and her beautiful eyes were as miserable as smoke.

Outside the tent, the night was hazy, the summer insects did not sing, there was silence, and the mountain road was winding and lingering, which seemed to be endless.

This path back to the temple headquarters seems to be too far away.