When Yue Fei arrived, he found that the camp tents assembled in front of the low mountain pass were brightly lit, and the generals were all happy, drinking wine and eating meat, and the mood was warm.

When Zheng Ranran and Beijun made a war agreement for ten consecutive days, two hours each. The war ended early.

The clouds in the low mountain pass were gloomy, the corpses and bones were everywhere, the blood soaked the earth for ten miles, the broken soldiers could be seen everywhere, and a large group of Wei troops packed up the corpses with the fear of the post-war period.

One by one, the masters of the Wei State hung their heads or groaned in pain, or their faces were numb.

2,500 martial cultivators of the Jianyue faction died, 3,200 Wei rangers died, and 48,000 Wei soldiers died. Most of the walls of Guancheng in the low mountains collapsed and collapsed, and the ground of Guancheng to the barracks area was full of cracks half a zhang wide, as if it had experienced a terrible earthquake disaster.

The morale of the Wei army was low, and some of the wounded soldiers were sitting under the wall, their bodies still trembling uncontrollably, and their eyes were scattered, as if they had not yet recovered from the nightmarish battle.

Wu Fei accompanied several junior brothers and sisters of the Hengshan Branch Sect through the military camp and entered a camp tent of the Jianyue Sect. Seventeen or eighteen disciples of the Hengshan Branch Sect had already gathered in the tent, all surrounded by a middle-aged man over fifty years old. That person was the elder of the Hengshan Branch, and he was also the leader of the team that led the young disciples of the Hengshan Branch Sect to participate in the battle to protect the country and protect the family.

His injuries were not serious, but his expression was a little strange at the moment, his eyes were a little dazed, and his hands holding his pipe were a little trembling.

When the people in the tent saw Wu Fei coming, they came over and saluted, "Senior Sister Wu Fei, the elder is still like this." ”

When Wu Fei Shi was probing with his inner qi, he heard the elder muttering in a muttered voice, "...... Zheng Feixian ...... Zheng Feixian's ghost leaned over her...... She is Zheng Feixian...... Zheng Feixian is going to kill people everywhere again......"

Under the ardent anticipation of the disciples of the Jianyue Sect, the elder gradually sobered up through Wu Fei's internal qi, and slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep. A group of people happily hugged the elder to lie down on the couch, and they all said to Wu Fei, "Senior sister, elder, what's wrong?"

Wu Fei had heard that this elder had five brothers in the past, all of whom died at the hands of Zheng Feixian, and it was expected that he was frightened by the might of Wuzun Qiyue in the fierce battle, which evoked memories of Zheng Feixian, and he was confused for a while. But the mind cannot tell the truth, so as not to ruin the image of the elder in the hearts of the people.

"The elder was injured so that his meridians were out of order, and he was delirious, and he was fine after a little rest. ”

The disciples of the Jianyue faction in the tent were relieved, and at this time, other disciples of the Hengshan branch came over in a hurry and asked Wu Fei to go to heal the same sect, but the others did not dare to keep her, and sent her out of the tent one after another.

In another tent, there were more than a dozen disciples of the Jianyue Sect lying on the ground, both men and women.

After Wu Fei inspected them one by one, her expression couldn't help but be solemn.

"Senior Sister Wufei, how is the situation?"

"Blood poison. ”

Several disciples of the Jianyue Sect who were in charge of taking care of the wounded asked when they heard this, "Blood poison?"

Wu Fei sighed and said with a sad expression, "A very rare practice of exercises, I have only heard of it, and it is the first time I have encountered it." This kind of exercise can collect the filthy qi of heaven and earth in the body, dissolve the filthy qi of heaven and earth in the blood, and turn it into a strange power. They were contaminated with the blood of this kind of cultivator, so they were poisoned by blood. ”

"Since Senior Sister knows, there must be a cure, right?"

"Even though there is a cure, it is as if there is none. This kind of blood poison gathers all the filthy qi in the heaven and earth, the poison surname is extremely complicated, and more than 1,300 kinds of drugs are needed for treatment, and how to match the amount of medicine needs to be determined through a detailed test of the cultivator's blood. Wu Fei said, looking at a tent of injured fellow disciples, and said with a guilty face, "Blood poison will not be immediately fatal, but the power will be transformed by blood poison, and the blood poison will last for a long time, which will accelerate people's aging and accelerate the weakening of their physique." Even the most skilled people can't fight against ......"

Several disciples were sad when they heard this, and after half a sound, one of them suddenly said, "Senior Sister Wufei, I remember that they fell when they were besieging Beijun, could it be that Beijun practiced this kind of vicious kung fu?"

Wu Fei's heart moved, hesitated for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "How many people have been poisoned by blood?"

"There are more than 300 people in this sect alone, there are more than 4,000 people in this sect, and there are even more in the military camp, I am afraid that there are no less than 40,000. ”

Wu Fei hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to make a trip. "I asked the general to send someone back to Weidu to ask for medicine, and I tried to prepare an antidote to blood poison. ”

Wu Fei hurriedly rushed back to the camp tent after explaining, and quickly wrote down the more than 1,000 kinds of medicinal materials needed for blood poison in her memory. In the end, he handed it over to the same door who came to him, and left the low mountain pass alone with a flower umbrella.

She didn't know if she would be able to see Beijun outside the low mountain pass this time, and she was not sure that she could get his blood, but there were too many lives at stake, so she couldn't help but make this attempt.

Many of the wounded in the low mountain pass were in a state of confusion, as if they were in a dream of fierce fighting.

"Fire ...... Fire...... Don't burn my ......."

When the besieged July had to help defeat the sword formation composed of the masters of the Jianyue faction, which was a great threat to her, and then fought fiercely with the rangers of the Wei State and the masters of the Jianyue faction for an hour, the poisonous arrow formation organized by the Wei army was blocked by the Bu Jingxian alone, and the cracks in the earth made it impossible for the soldiers of the Wei army, who were shallow in martial arts, to cross at all.

The cracked places made some of the military camps and the area to the low mountain pass collapse in many places, the deep pits made people helpless, and the majesty of the ground cracked in one step also made the Wei army frightened. After Bu Jingxian blocked the Wei army's poisonous arrow formation, he immediately withdrew and retreated to find the martial cultivators of the Wei State to fight.

Ordinary masters are not good, and after a fierce battle, the Jianyue faction organized a group of masters of the Quanzhen branch sect to bite and besiege the immortals. Quanzhen Zhizong has some powerful internal skills, which can drive the sword with internal force, and attack the target at a high distance with a high-speed flying momentum, the higher the skill of the flying sword, the farther the distance of the flying sword, and it is rumored that there has been a powerful master of flying sword killing.

It's just that the Quanzhen Branch Sect has declined a little over the years, and there has never been a powerful person in the world.

If the flying swords of hundreds of masters of the Quanzhen Branch Sect were faced with Qi Qi and Ling Luo, the huge internal force gap was enough to make the lethality of the flying sword as if it did not exist. However, the internal strength of the step frightened immortal is extremely weak, although he is not afraid of the internal strength damage of most internal masters with his unloading magic skill, but he happens to be beaten by the flying swords driven by these internal strength.

Usually the weapon attack is attached to the external strength, with the physical strength of the step to frighten the immortal is not afraid at all, but these flying swords are all driven by internal strength, although the internal strength of the master of the Quanzhen Branch Sect who casts the flying sword is not enough to break through his inflated physical energy and cause him serious injury, but the blades of those flying swords can break through his flesh and skin.

For a while, more than 100 flying swords mixed with various colors of internal energy and light shot vertically and horizontally, and the sword of the Immortal Dance could not be blocked by swinging the spear, and sixteen or seventeen stabbed or slashed through the body, and all the wounds flowed blood.

(To be continued)