The wind and rain were strong, and at the foot of the mountain, Gao Shizhen, the prince of Shenguo, refused the umbrella of the servant of the house, stood in the heavy rain, and let the raindrops the size of soybeans fall on his body.

Don't talk to me Gao Shizhen about the loyalty of the family and the country, the mountains and rivers are sheji, there is a huge Shenguo Mansion, and his son Gao Shuyi is such a stick of incense, and if it is gone, it is gone. What's more, more than 20 years of hard work and energy to cultivate this son, in all aspects, as a father, Gao Shizhen can't find fault with Gao Shuyi, before he received the secret letter from the third prince, he has always believed that Gao Shuyi will be the pillar of the temple in Daquan in the future, no matter who is the emperor sitting on the dragon chair, the Shenguo Mansion will revitalize the family style, tilt the power towards the government and the opposition, and be promoted to the county king's mansion, and rely on the new emperor as a confidant, annexing the two major powers of the Northern Jin Dynasty and the Southern Qi Dynasty, and becoming the largest dynasty in the central part of Tongyezhou in one fell swoop.

His Majesty the Emperor said that he would compensate the Shenguo Mansion, and the third prince said that he would compensate Gao Shizhen, and the staff of the Qingke worshippers advised him to forbear.

Gao Shizhen has been very calm during this time, and no one can tell that this is a man who has lost his only son. first left the palace, then quietly left the prince's mansion, and finally secretly left the Beijing Division, served as the secret envoy of His Majesty the Emperor, and went to the Crane City Post House to see Yao Town, calm and calm. The Shenguo Mansion is still the Daquan Mansion that understands the righteousness, Gao Shizhen has never disappointed the dying emperor Liu Zhen.

If there was no opportunity to fall from the sky, Gao Shizhen really couldn't set off the storm, after all, Mirage City belonged to His Majesty the Emperor, and the surname of the Daquan Dynasty was Liu.

It's different now.

Someone found him Gao Shizhen, he found the eldest prince Liu Cong, and Liu Cong found another 5,000 armor soldiers, as for how many mountain forces he secretly wooed, Gao Shizhen was not interested.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, don't add fuel to others, it is a taboo for soldiers.

Even he, Gao Shizhen, a pampered and well-pampered person in the capital, understands the simple truth, and I believe that the eldest prince Liu Cong thinks more thoroughly.

Gao Shizhen was waiting, waiting for Liu Cong to carry the head to him when he came down the mountain, so that he could take it back to the new grave of his son Gao Shuyi.

Before the temple was broken, Chen Ping'an looked at the last two people who were hiding their heads and tails in Liu Conghu.

After perceiving Chen Ping'an's gaze, the two glanced at each other and took a few steps forward, it was the military general Xu Qingzhou and the immortal master Xu Tong, old acquaintances, in the border inn, who had fought with Lu Baixiang and Sui on the right side respectively.

Xu Qingzhou took off his coat and threw it aside, revealing a suit of armor, in addition to the Daquanbian military-style waist knife that he looked like, there was also a saber "Daqiao", which was a heavy weapon for soldiers.

Xu Qingzhou was silent, but Xu Tong, the owner of the grass and wood hermitage, smiled and said, "Chen Gongzi, we meet again." The last time it was on the southern border, this time it was on the northern border, just like General Xu's beloved saber named 'Da Qiao', which is really a big coincidence. ”

The ten servants behind Liu Cong, except for Xu Qingzhou and Xu Tong, the remaining eight were all monks who had been on the battlefield for a long time in the northern border pass. The border wars of the Daquan Dynasty, in fact, are only two places bordering the north and south of the Northern Jin Dynasty and the Southern Qi Dynasty, the south is the Yao family iron cavalry for the Liu family to guard the country, and the north is the 120,000 border army under the command of the great prince, perennial war with the Southern Qi, frequent wars, often knock on the north expedition, not to mention the level of combat power, the number of knives, will only be more than the Yao family iron cavalry.

Military general Xu Qingzhou, this time he climbed the mountain to encircle and suppress Chen Ping'an and his party, his purpose was very clear, he wanted that unusual manna armor, and it was best to even have the knife in his pocket.

Liu Cong only agreed to get off the armor, and the narrow knife can be sold but not sent, and when the time comes, it will depend on how sincere Xu Qingzhou and his family can show to "buy".

Xu Tong, the high-crowned immortal master, the owner of the first immortal sect in Daquan, is good at thunder law, proficient in alchemy, and can maintain longevity, so he has made friends with countless dignitaries. The robe worn under the robe, when the aura flows, glows with a misty picture of colorful clouds, just like a painted landscape painting, in fact, this spiritual robe, named "Wucai Peak", is the ancestral treasure of the grass and wood hermitage, and it is extremely close to the rank of the magic weapon.

Immortal Master Xu Tong wanted the golden robe on Chen Ping'an's body to restore his true body, like a golden dragon robe.

Salivating, coveted!

Chen Ping'an looked at Liu Cong and asked, "Is it for that chair?"

Liu Cong said sharply: "Otherwise, you are worthless as my life as a 5,000-thousand-border Guan Erlang?!"

Speaking of this, His Royal Highness the Great Prince gritted his teeth, "If I don't walk to the gate of this broken temple today and don't see you Chen Ping'an with my own eyes, my heart will ......."

Liu Cong pointed to his heart, "Not happy!"

Chen Ping'an said: "Aren't you happy? Didn't you ask for it? The 5,000 Daquan border army died on this hill...... Forget it, in fact, you know the truth, most of you will tell yourself that those who achieve great things are not informal, and when you become the emperor, these 5,000 armor soldiers will sacrifice their lives for the country and die as they deserve. ”

Chen Ping'an gently waved the withered branch in his hand, "Last question, why do you think this sign on my waist is fake?"

Liu Cong chatted so much, maybe it was for himself, or it was for the hurdle in his heart in the past.

Chen Ping'an is willing to accompany Liu Cong to talk about these things, all for the last question.

A crucial question.

If you want his head, it must be Shen Guogong Gao Shizhen, who wants that thing in Biyou Mansion, Chen Ping'an has already guessed in his heart, but who wants to raise a sword gourd?

Out of the Crane City Post House, Chen Ping'an had already hung up the jade pendant.

When he arrived at Taoyedu, he was about to part with the Yao family's team, and Chen Ping'an announced to the world that day with the words "Taiping Mountain cultivates the true self". It is equivalent to clarifying his identity as the "descendant of the Taiping Mountain Patriarch Hall" to that mirage city. In order to reduce the pressure on Yao Zhen in the capital of Daquan, if those enemies who are about to move in Mirage City can't even recognize the jade plate, the Yao family doesn't need to worry.

And those who can understand the jade card are most likely to be masters who should not be underestimated, but they will retreat from the difficulties. In fact, at that time, in the small boat of Taoye Ferry Wupeng, Du Hanling, the golden-topped contemplator who used the gods to watch the mountains and rivers, was in this column, and after seeing the jade plaque, even if it caused displeasure on the part of Mirage City, he still insisted on getting out and leaving.

Liu Cong's eyes were strange, and he only gave Chen Ping'an half of the answer.

"This Taiping Mountain's ancestral hall brand is real, it is true, but at the same time it is fake. You don't hang it, it's actually better, hang it on your waist, and I'm going to give you back those two words. 'Look for death'!"

Chen Ping'an looked at His Royal Highness the Prince of Daquan, who became more and more righteous the more he spoke.

With these guys who were born in the emperor's family, it is really more difficult to talk.

The first was the neighbor Song Jixin.

In front of him, both sides have their own truths, although there are right and wrong, order and size, but Liu Cong and the five thousand armor soldiers, as well as the qi practitioners and martial arts masters hidden in them, are already ready to send arrows, and some kind of general trend is pushing Liu Cong behind the scenes. Chen Ping'an can't say that everyone will go into the temple to eat a bowl of rice in harmony and disperse, and what kind of fair and righteous means should be used to fight for the dragon chair. Chen Ping'an didn't want to waste this saliva, if it worked, he was willing to speak, and people didn't want to listen to it.

Chen Ping'an picked up the dead branch and nodded twice at Liu Cong.

The rickety old man next to him took the lead in rushing away, capturing the thief and capturing the king first, even if it was a trap, he really wanted to understand the mountain conspiracy of this heaven and earth!

Sui on the right, and Lu Baixiang, on the left, swept out one after another.

Wei Xian was dressed in the armor of the gods, and strode to keep up with the martial madman who was in front, he would not fall into battle for the time being, and the main thing was to protect this broken temple.

Chen Ping'an was patient and waited for the other party's killer move.

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It is a mountain peak higher than the hill where the temple is located halfway up the mountain.

There are two people standing on the top of the mountain, whether they are outside the world, it's hard to say, at least the position is very high.

An old man in a Confucian shirt, there was no jade pendant given by the academy hanging on his waist, in the Daquan Dynasty, he stood there, no one dared to question it, even if the old man stood on the roof of the Golden Luan Hall in Mirage City.

Next to the old Confucian stood a burly man with knotted muscles, and his outrageous aura was not human.

The stakes were very high, but the old man still asked a question that was suspected of being disrespectful: "Your master, you won't lose your trust to others, right?"

The strong man's answer was even more straightforward and rude, "How does my master do it, where do I dare to talk nonsense here, you have the ability to ask the master yourself, provided that you have the courage to do so." ”

The old man said to himself: "I am acting in righteousness, and after all, I am still justified. Even if the academy was angry with Taiping Mountain afterwards, blamed it and took off my title...... It doesn't matter. ”

The strong man sneered: "Polite, it's a scholar like you, right?"

The old man smiled bitterly and said: "Knowing mistakes can improve a lot, I have read more than 10,000 volumes, and I have dabbled in hundreds of schools, but I missed this teaching of my own sage." ”

The strong man didn't want to get an inch, and continued to ridicule the old thing next to him, in case he changed his mind temporarily, and woke up suddenly, wouldn't it be to ruin the master's improvised plan, so he comforted him with kind words: " That treasure, how rare, don't say that you want to be tempted, not hesitating to work hard for so long, in fact, I am also greedy, and when you get it, I will make a deal with you, the magic weapon given by the master on my body, I will give it to you, you only need to pass on half of the article, and then give you sixty years, after the fact, pass me the remaining half of the article, what?"

The old man thought for a moment, nodded and agreed, "That's it!"

The strong man reminded: "Before leaving, my master told me that unless it is to save your life, you must not make a move, and you had better not make a move easily, even if you do, you should take it easy, otherwise it is easy to attract the attention of the saint of the Temple of Literature, although the saint is now busy searching for the old ape of Taiping Mountain, but once he comes quickly, he will come here, Liu Cong These ants are okay to say, the two of us will definitely not be able to eat and walk around." ”

mentioned the saint to the burly man, especially the prefix of the word "Temple of Literature", which made the old man's already solemn mood fall to the bottom more and more, the seventy-two saints of the "Sven Zhengzong" in the Middle Earth Divine Continent, which one is easy to provoke, this is not the mountain master of the seventy-two academies, and it is no longer the "saint" of the academy who is flattered by the secular dynasty, but a veritable Confucian saint! The old man's face was gloomy, and he nodded: "Life is at stake, of course I understand." ”

The wind and rain on the top of the mountain were heavier, but the raindrops were like falling on an invisible oil-paper umbrella, splashing away in all directions above the heads of the two people.

The strong man yawned, he didn't really understand why he had to go with that young man with his master's status and ability.

In the first few positions of the Tongye Sect and the Yugui Sect at the north and south ends of the continent, it barely makes sense, otherwise it is like the old ape with a sword on his back who simply killed the great Fu gentleman Zhong Kui, and the great sacrificial wine of a certain Confucian school palace in the future is also qualified.

It's a pity that the master has calculated everything, and almost the entire Tongye Continent has been included, and a miscellaneous boy from the outer door popped up on the side of the Fuping Sect, and he discovered the existence of the predecessor of the Twelve Realms by mistake, and he moved his whole body, so that it completely disturbed such a wonderful layout that the master had been planning for a long time.

Could it be that the qi of this Tongye Continent is so strong? Even the Po Shan Continent closest to the Inverted Hanging Mountain can't compare to it?

You must know that there is a Chen Lao'er in Nan Po Zhou who carries the sun and the moon on his shoulders, according to the master, he has a great reputation in his hometown and is regarded as one of the top rivals, and even the master said that as long as he is in the world, he will never be able to beat the mellow Chen Chun'an.

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There was a young Taoist priest wearing a hibiscus crown who came to the border town south of Daquan, and did not enter the fox town, but walked slowly along the not too high loess city wall, stretched out a palm, and gently slid over the rough wall, smiling.

At last he walked along the official road to the inn near the town, where the business was deserted, the little lame man was napping on the table, the old hunchback was sitting on the side of the curtain smoking a dry cigarette, and the woman was sitting behind the counter and settling the accounts, and the calculations were so bad that she wanted to smash the abacus.

The young Taoist priest crossed the threshold of the inn, his eyes were gentle, and he called out softly to Jiuniang Jiuniang.

The little cripple raised his head in a daze, a little annoyed, why did he leave the down-and-out scholar, and there was a young Taoist priest who coveted the beauty of the shopkeeper?

The woman raised her head and asked suspiciously, "Little Dao Chief, we know each other?"

The young Taoist priest who is not surprising, except for the relatively rare Dao crown, is actually not eye-catching in all aspects, his appearance is ordinary, he is neither tall nor low, and his Taoist robe is also old.

The woman felt that this person's eyes were very strange, neither the kind of obscenity of the young man in Fox Town, nor the infatuation of Zhong Kui, which made people scratch their heads, as if they were greeting an acquaintance who had been reunited for a long time, but they were obviously looking at her, but they seemed to be looking farther away.

Jiu Niang was a little displeased, and after she asked, the young Taoist priest just smiled at him, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his heart palpitated more and more.

The young Taoist priest burst into tears for no reason, but asked with a smile: "Jiuniang, shall we go home?"

didn't wait for Jiuniang to scold.

The young Taoist priest had already wiped his tears and laughed at himself: "I recognized the wrong person, forgive me." ”

He sat down at a wine table, took out a few pieces of broken silver from his cuffs, slapped them on the table, and said with a smile: "I have bought all the wine, and I can buy as many pots as I can." ”

The inn is located in the border, mixed fish and dragons, come and go, there are often not good stubble travelers, the lame boy has been doing chores in the inn for many years, and he has seen many guests with brains in the water, and he doesn't feel that he needs to think about anything, so he took the broken silver and said: "The green plum wine of our inn is divided into three grades, if it is the best green plum wine, the guest officer can only buy a jar of ......."

The young Taoist priest didn't wait for the little cripple to finish speaking, and said with a smile: "I want a jar of the best green plum wine." ”

Traveling far away from home, the world is big, and no one can make friends, so a lonely trip than a sage, how can you do without drinking.

He drank almost all the fine and bad wine of Tongye Zhou.

He likes to drink, and he has a sword gourd that is in good condition as a wine jug, which is just right.

As for the two natal flying swords with strange origins in the sword raiser, it doesn't hurt to destroy them, it's better to keep them.

After returning to his hometown, giving it to the younger generations of the family as a gift can be regarded as a little compensation for missing their coming-of-age ceremony. In his hometown, it is better to send a sword than anything.

This time, the Tongye Zhou accident was leaked early, and the two subordinates failed to lie dormant to the end, not in him, it is really the word Tianshi is still in the world, and now it depends on whether the two places of Bosa Continent and Fuyao Continent will go well.

Originally, Taiping Mountain and the Fu Ping Sect should have been destroyed, the ancestor and sect master of the Taiping Mountain Heavenly Monarch, Ji Hai and his wife, would all die, and the female crown Huang Ting, the proud son of heaven who accounted for a lot of luck in a continent, was no exception.

As for Zhong Kui, the gentleman of Dafu Academy, he is actually very high on the list of young Taoist priests of Taiping Mountain.

The death of a Zhong Kui is of great significance, no less than stepping on a Taiping Mountain.

So the order he gave to the white ape with the sword on his back was to exchange his life for his life without a loss, if he could successfully escape into the broken dragon vein afterwards, no matter how injured he was, he would have earned it, and then he would hide and hide it honestly, otherwise he would not be able to protect the old ape, after all, he could only take one person away from the vast world, if the old ape did not hurt the root of the Great Dao, it was still the realm of the twelve realms of sword cultivation, he might take it away, instead of thinking about some old feelings and coming to this border inn to drink alcohol.

Zhong Kui should have lived longer and been more infatuated.

The hunchbacked third master motioned to Jiuniang to be careful of this person, but the woman still insisted on carrying the wine jar and two white bowls by herself, and came to sit opposite the young Taoist priest.

Jiu Niang poured two bowls of wine and asked with a smile: "Did the little Taoist recognize me, or did he really recognize me?"

The young Taoist priest took a sip of green plum wine from the bowl, praised the good wine, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "It's me who admits my mistake." ”

Jiu Niang smiled and asked: "The little Taoist chief is bold and arrogant, and between his words, he never claims to be poor, could it be that he is a fake Taoist priest who pretends to be a fairy in Taiping Mountain?"

The young Taoist priest shook his head and said, " True Taoist, can not be true, casually found a pair of skins, practiced in Taiping Mountain for more than 100 years, only to get a jade medal, and then traveled down the mountain, died, the bones remained, the master did not even take back the jade card, miserable, after that, I changed my head, wandered around, and began to look for wine to drink, and finally returned to Daquan, visited a number of places, such as the buried river and the like, and also met a scholar named Wang Qi in Mirage City, at that time the person was not young, the name was really good, Qi, the saint interprets the word, the body is slender, sincere and resolute。 ”

"It's a pity that the dignified gentleman, the embankment of thousands of miles was destroyed in the anthill, and it was destroyed on a greedy word who was greedy for life and afraid of death. ”

When Jiu Niang raised the bowl to drink, her wrist trembled slightly.

She drank all her drinks, put down her bowl, and asked, "Why are you telling me this, you want to kill me?"

The young Taoist priest seemed to hear the biggest joke in the world, and muttered: "I said that I recognized the wrong person a long time ago, and it has nothing to do with you." I killed you once, Master Bai will have a sense of it, you don't know, how pitiful Master Bai hurts us, even if the Confucian sage kills me, I am only half dead, help me go home early. As long as Master Bai sees me with his own eyes, even if he is separated by a world, he can make me crush my bones and ashes. ”

He was a little sad and sighed: "I am also reluctant to kill." ”

This "young Taoist priest" who can drive the two-headed demon to fight hard, smiled, picked up the wine bowl, and took a sip of wine, "Tongyezhou suffered this catastrophe, and when I look back in the future, it is actually a blessing in disguise." ”

Jiu Niang's heart was turbulent.

"Don't worry, I've drunk good wine and said grumbling, and you won't remember anything. The young Taoist priest put down the bowl, stretched out his finger and ran a circle on the rim of the bowl, then stood up and turned to leave the inn.

The scene in the inn was treacherous, as if time had reversed, Jiu Niang, the third master and the little cripple began to talk and do things upside down.

Finally, when the young Taoist priest crossed the threshold of the inn, everything was restored to the same as before, the little lame man was dozing off on the wine table, the old hunchback was smoking dry tobacco on the side of the door curtain, and Jiuniang was still calculating.

Everything is still.

Only the young Taoist priest's wine bowl was abruptly left on the table.

He leaned back and looked over the counter.

"Jiu Niang" looked up at him coldly and looked at the young Taoist priest.

The young Taoist priest looked behind "Jiu Niang", with snow-white tails as thick as beams, densely clustered behind the woman.

The young Taoist priest counted the fox's tails, frowned, and quickly stretched his brows and left with a smile.

"Jiu Niang" said coldly: "Sooner or later, you will be found out." ”

He had long been far away from the inn, but his voice lingered in the inn: "I can't ask for it, otherwise why would I have to do this extra move this time to deal with a young man who has to protect Taiping Mountain." ”

A moment later.

The little lame man continued to snore slightly, the smoke continued to fill, and the sound of the woman's intention to coil was chaotic.

After a long time, the woman caught a glimpse of the white bowl on the table, she slapped it on the abacus, and said angrily: "Little cripple, you are blind, why don't you accept the wine bowl on the table?!"

The little cripple woke up suddenly, and when he saw an extra wine bowl on the table for no reason, he scratched his head, clearly remembering that it was cleaned up, but he didn't dare to talk back to the proprietress who was in a bad mood, so he took the wine bowl and walked to the stove room.

In the vast border, there is a young man with a crooked crown singing, "Collect the gourd, collect the wine gourd, collect the wine gourd to hold the wine, the slender hand of the beloved little lady pouring wine is as tender as a white jade lotus......"

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Outside the ruined temple, the wind and rain are shaking.

But it was such a heavy rain that people could smell a smell of blood.

Sui swept to the side on the right, tonight she did not fight like an inn, like a swordsman driving a long sword, but held an infatuated heart, and her body was as vigorous as a mountain ape, tossing and turning in the woods again and again, often with a sword, the sword qi was revealed, and those Daquan border troops were split in half with their armor.

Lu Baixiang went to the opposite direction on the right side of Sui, striding forward, as long as the border army armor once the knife is close, it is a knife in his hand, different from the big opening and closing of the sword on the right side of Sui, Lu Baixiang whether it is a blade, or as thin as a hair, only choose the neck of the armored soldier, or use the tip of the knife to "point" at the forehead of those border soldiers.

During this period, in the mountains and forests on both sides, there were martial arts masters and military monks hiding in the ordinary border army, waiting for an opportunity to move, secretly attacking Lu Baixiang and Sui's right.

More powerful crossbows came in a flash.

Sui's right side was full of sharp qi, which was actually stronger than the infatuated sword qi in his hand.

It is worthy of being the first female sword immortal in the history of the lotus blessed land who tried to open the sky with a sword and soar in the flesh.

Lu Baixiang walked leisurely.

These are only elite armor soldiers in the world, even if they are mixed with a few slightly tricky enemies, they are worthy of talking about "siege and killing"? Don't you know how many master masters of both good and evil were gathered in the last battle of Lu Baixiang's life?

Again.

Together with Zhu Yong, the three people who walked out of the picture scroll at the inn outside Fox Town are not the same as in the past.

Sui was concentrating on sword training on the right side, and quickly adapted to the flow of qi in this vast world, how could Zhu Yong and Lu Baixiang slack off? The Six Realms martial artists who needed to be distracted to adapt to the influx of the spiritual energy of this heaven and earth and the peak martial artists of the Six Realms who had a stable realm were very different from each other.

Directly in front of the gate of the broken temple.

Chen Ping'an only cooperated with the martial madman Zhu Yong on the fifteenth day of the first month of the flying sword, and raided the prince Liu Cong once, and then stopped shooting, still standing under the eaves with dead branches.

Xu Qingzhou, who was wearing the golden crow warp and weft armor of the soldiers, and Xu Tong, the immortal master of Caomu Nunnery, plus the group of monks who accompanied the army blocked Liu Cong's body, and at the cost of the lives of Xu Tong's Fu Gong Lishi and a monk who accompanied the army, they blocked this attack.

There is no way, Chen Ping'an tried his best to deal with the python eunuch Li Li, Xu Qingzhou and Xu Tong knew it well, so they had already expected the elusive fifteen or two flying swords of the first fifteen.

Liu Cong fought and retreated, and Xu Qingzhou and Xu Tong always protected the eldest prince.

The rest of the battle-hardened monks tried their best to resist the slaughter of the rickety old man, and they also paid attention to the short and fierce man in snow-white armor who had not yet made a move.

There are 2,000 armor soldiers on the mountain, and 3,000 who can climb the mountain to reinforce at any time, plus all the monks and masters of the rivers and lakes who come with a lot of money, Liu Cong does not expect such a lineup to kill Chen Ping'an and the four grandmaster retinues, but as long as two or three people are killed or seriously injured, it is enough to lay the victory.

At this moment, Zhu Yong is worthy of the nickname of "martial madman".

The whole body is supported on all sides, the whole is like a spring, and it is as fast as thunder.

As soon as there is a stir, the monks of the army have a sneak attack method to press the bottom of the box, and they immediately have hair like halberds, unpredictable prophets, and accurately dodge.

When Zhu Yong rushed to kill, the rickety old man was used to bending over more and more, his hands hanging on the ground, and every time he stepped on the ground, he didn't know where he was shooting like an arrow, and his body was too fast.

Seizing the opportunity once, Zhu Yong appeared ghostly in front of a middle-aged monk with the army, punched through the abdomen of the person in front of him, and then used the corpse that died violently on the spot as a shield to block Xu Tong's big knife of a silver-armored wrestler, after losing the body, he instantly moved sideways, and then took a few steps forward, without looking, one arm smashed horizontally on the head of the monk with the army, shattered with a bang, and became a headless corpse, which fell heavily several feet away.

Wei Xian was wearing one of the eight pairs of ancestral nectar, and he grabbed the spiritual weapons of the monks who passed by Zhu Yong with his hands, as long as he grabbed them in the palm of his hand, he either pinched them directly, or he broke them with both hands.

In addition, there are also border troops with swords and armor constantly pouring out from both sides of the road.

Wei Xian began to retreat.

Zhu Yong often clapped his hands and kicked his feet, throwing the spiritual weapons controlled by those monks to Wei Xian's side, Wei Xian not only had to kill the armor soldiers who rushed to the broken temple, but also cleaned up the rags thrown by Zhu Yong.

In the distance of the mountain road, Liu Cong, who was trying his best to look at the battlefield, had a normal face and asked, "Do you really want to exhaust my 5,000 men and horses?

Xu Qingzhou said in a deep voice: "It can only be like this. Xu Tong and I, as well as the three people arranged by His Highness in advance, will see the opportunity to give them a fatal blow between the four of them. Just try not to let these people die in vain. ”

Liu Cong clenched the saber on his waist, his green tendons exposed, "Why is the content recorded in the spy report so different from the strength of the four martial arts masters in front of you?!"

Immortal Master Xu Tong said bitterly: "Actually, General Xu and I are even more confused than His Royal Highness. At the beginning, we were still able to fight with our opponents in the inn, but if we caught each other tonight, General Xu and I would definitely die. ”

Liu Cong exhaled a breath of turbidity, "I don't blame you, it's Chen Ping'an who hides too deeply, it doesn't matter, no matter how heavy our casualties are, we can make up for it from this guy!"

Under the eaves of the broken temple, Chen Ping'an looked down, and there was a piece of jade plaque from the Patriarch Hall donated by the young Taoist priest of Taiping Mountain hanging on his waist, and Chen Ping'an fell into deep thought.