Concerned about the safety of the law, he condensed his feet, jumped hard, and flew into the air.

And just as the battle of the breakthrough was fighting, a team of men and horses had already assembled, waving the banner of the word "wine" hanging high, and rushed majestically towards the direction of the three religions.

They were already waiting in the Zhou Fang Imperial City in advance. And when the artillery fire in front of them rang out and the flames of rage rose into the air, they immediately set out to support.

Their role is to block the retreat of the Nine Devils.

In order to prepare for a surprise attack, the Wine Alliance previously dispersed its troops. It took some time to reintegrate, but fortunately there was no delay.

Jue Tongjun walked at the head of the team, and behind him were Bai Hao and a group of capable generals of the Wine Alliance. The army behind him was calm, and the black and oppressive heads were all over the mountain road, looking intimidating.

It was dark. But the wine flag is still flying as before. Reflecting the fire in the distance, the brocade cloth oil is beautiful.

"Miss Artemisia, you didn't have to come along." Jue Tongjun turned around and said.

has spent some time in the wine league, and Bai Artemisia has not changed at all, whether it is appearance or personality.

She puffed out her cheeks and shook her head resolutely: "No. Tomorrow is so busy, I don't want to hide at home by myself - I know martial arts, and I won't hold everyone back. ”

Glancing at the bright silver soft whip wrapped around Bai Artemisia's waist, Jue Tongjun smiled lightly.

As for that Da Ming...... It should mean that the Oriental poetry is clear.

The old housekeeper Hu Gan also followed the team. He also probed his head and said firmly: "We will protect the safety of Miss with our lives, and we will never hurt a single hair." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Hu, but I can really do it myself......" Bai Hao said thank you, but her little face was still a little unhappy.

Jue Tongjun didn't talk again. He has a lot of experience and already knows the origin of Dongfang Shiming and Bai Hao's family lineage. Since he is a famous family of Sheng Pingtian, he doesn't have to worry much.

The team moved forward at a rapid pace. Jansha floated his long tail at the end of the line, and they were about to arrive.

The beacon fire flew smoke, and the war drums were raised in the sky. The blood mist was layered like a base, and it was also dispersed by the rushing wind for a while, and the clearer the vision, the more shallow the fog became.

The three religions are concentric and coherent. At the moment when everyone abandoned life and death, the teachings of the three religions seemed to be condensed into one place.

In the beginning, everyone may be cowering and cowardly. But the hatred of the same family in their hearts inspired their hearts to have no regrets; And after the war, the belief that cares about the common people has also been deeply activated.

"Brother Lu! What a coincidence! ”

With a shout, with the dust blowing in front of him, Xuan Xuan's white silk shook, and behind him turned out to be an acquaintance from the previous Jin Ji Fengjian, Huan Qingzi.

In addition to leaving the three major sword formations of Qingya Academy, there are also many Confucian forces that are fighting in groups. Huan Qingzi happened to be unlucky, and met his old friend at that time, the Confucian Lu Deng.

The flying fire shone on the faces of the two of them. Looking at each other's blood-stained figures, they looked at each other and smiled.

"Why not stand side by side?"

"Yay!"

With a flick of dust and a sword, the two leaned on each other's backs and looked forward with cold eyes.

At the same time, there was a shout, and the two gritted their teeth, looked at the endless enemy troops in front of them, and fought hard.

The swirling Buddha beads, the Sanskrit seal carving on it is also mixed with a number of blood foam.

A large string of Buddha beads, like cymbals flying horizontally, kills on the battlefield. When he flew back, he was caught by a thick arm, and as soon as he wrapped it around out of thin air, the Buddha beads were wrapped around his arms and wrists.

"Amitabha." The bearer, the warrior monk of the Hanging Lamp Temple, Master Withersong, glanced at the reflected blood stains on the bead string, lowered his eyebrows and whispered.

"Master!"

I only heard the cry for help from several young monks behind me. Master Withering turned slowly, his hands clasped together.

Suddenly, the qi was transmitted on the Hehe Buddha beads, and the beads thundered when they landed, spun in the air, and swept away through the smoke clouds.

Several enemy soldiers who were about to raise their swords to cut down were unexpectedly smashed in the back of the neck by a huge Buddha bead. The sound of a broken back bone reached the cerebral cord, and blood was immediately spat out.

The few young monks in front of them were stunned, hesitated for two seconds, and waited for the Buddha beads to turn back, so they did not forget to make up for those wicked people.

As usual, Master Withering Pine took back the blood-stained string of beads, bowed his head as if in confession, and strode away.

The corpses that fell into the dust gradually piled up into small paths. A puddle of blood occasionally splashed under his feet, soaking through the socks, cold and biting.

Su Bezhi looked around with his sword, and his mood was also very complicated.

The war is ruthless, and the three sects are in nirvana this time, although their hearts are painful, but they are helpless.

Another pair of footsteps slowly walked behind him. The footsteps stopped abruptly when they saw him, obviously a little surprised.

"Hey...... Are you lazy too? Behind him, it was not surprising that it was Xiao Wanhu's voice. Su Bezhi turned around and skimmed contemptuously.

"Bullshit. Look at this sword," Su Bezhi showed him the blood stains on the white branch, "like you, you won't have done it tonight, have you?" ”

Xiao Wanhu was stunned for a moment, and then showed an even more disdainful expression: "Hey, I rely on internal force alone to make moves, and those goods are not worthy of touching my copper." I didn't expect you to regress so much, and you have to rely on such bloody melee combat. ”

Su Bezhi didn't bother to continue talking nonsense with him. Although the fighting situation has been greatly eased, in order to avoid the destruction of the righteous path forces, they still cannot stop and sit back and relax.

Suddenly, at this moment, the two of them suddenly heard a high-pitched bird chirp from outside the sky.

The loud voice is invigorating. Su Beizhi and Xiao Wanhu felt it, and looked up at the same time, but they couldn't see clearly due to the layers of blood mist.

"Good birds. It just so happens that there is a fire nearby, so let's charcoal roast the game, shall we? Xiao Wanhu craned his neck and said with a smile.

Su Bezhi glanced at him, but he was also looking up with his neck stretched. He seemed to have heard the voice, probably somewhere the messenger.

Soon, two wings flapping high and hovering into their eyes.

"Oh, that's great...... "Seeing this, Xiao Wanhu raised his finger to shoot the bird. But before he could exert his strength, his wrist was pinched by Su Beizhi.

"Don't mess around, I think there's information on it."

Subetsu said as she tried to get the bird's attention. Xiao Wanhu watched from the side, and stuck out his tongue disappreciatively: "It's better to poke a finger to death, if there is any letter, take it and read it slowly." ”

Soon, the sturdy bird saw the subbetsu branch. It retracted its wings and flew down.

The pitch-black feathers, Su Beizhi's heart moved, and he remembered that this was the messenger of Zhaofeng Mingyi.

Sure enough, a text message was tied to the bird's leg with a green thread. Su Bezhi hurriedly opened it and watched it carefully.

Xiao Wanhu also wanted to come over to take a look, but was pushed away by Su Beizhi's hand.

The handwriting on the letter was dense, but it was easy to read, and the handwriting was as tall as a pine. Su Beizhi recognized the handwriting of Dongfang Shiming without looking at the inscription, and he read it carefully while he was in the light of the fire beside him.