Listening to the eager voice, Jun Qinghan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Hundred Pavilion Alliance?" There was some surprise in his heart, now that he Jun Qinghan was approaching the Red Maple Hundred Pavilion, how could the Hundred Pavilion Alliance still have such leisure to come here. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's going on?"

Senior Sister Qi's face turned slightly pale, "This is the third time, since the change of appearance of the Divine Wind Empire, the relationship between the Red Maple Hundred Pavilions has changed suddenly, the originally opposing camps have been released from the previous suspicions, and the forces of the Hundred Pavilions have become a huge force, and the party is the same and the party is different!"

Senior Sister Qi's voice revealed a hint of hatred, "And my Cold Moon Pavilion naturally does not go along with it, in the past two years, the people of the Hundred Pavilions have continued to harass my Cold Moon Pavilion, and there have been three large-scale attacks, if it weren't for the large array laid by the young master, I'm afraid that the Cold Moon Pavilion would have died out in the world."

"Wolf ambitions, we won't be controlled by them!"

"I'd rather die than let them defile the land of Cold Moon!"

"A group of brutes in human skins will one day die a good death!"

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The women below were filled with righteous indignation, somewhat resentful and helpless in their hearts, bullied by Baige, but they could only open their eyes to each other, unable to defend Leng Yue's dignity with blood.

Because, Leng Yun's bloodline can't be broken!

"Open the Pavilion Array!"

Senior Sister Qi raised her arms high, and her beautiful voice resounded in everyone's ears.

"Senior Sister ......", someone suddenly hesitated and said, I don't want to live such a reluctant life, and before I was blood-stained in the Cold Moon Pavilion, I also died well, and I lived my life in vain.

"Turn on!"

Senior Sister Qi didn't give any explanation, and her voice was lowered a little, revealing a faint majesty.

"Senior sister, the Great Pavilion Guard, has been attacked again and again, and it has already become a little crippled, and now the Hundred Pavilion is coming, and the number of people is as high as 10,000, I am afraid that I have more than enough heart and not enough strength."

Senior Sister Qi chuckled in her heart, and a trace of worry swept through her eyes.

Now, Leng Yue has less than a thousand people, and only relies on the large array laid by Dongfang Youchen...... However, how can this be good if the great array is destroyed? Surrounded by wolves, even if the enemy retreats today, he will come back one day.

Jun Qinghan's body was shocked, and his body exuded a fierce aura, like a golden sword, slashing through the sky, a trace of evil smile wiped from the corner of his mouth, and his fingers hooked his sideburns:

"Leave this matter to me!"

The killing intent of Sen Han flashed under his eyes, and the air around him couldn't help but cool, "Open the big array, the Hundred Pavilion Alliance, it's such a big posture, but I don't want to touch the cold moon an inch."

As he spoke, the cloak was pulled diagonally, and Jun Qinghan stepped out of the gate with one foot, "Ants and beasts, it's not worth your panic, just do what you have to do, just jump off the beam clown, kill it like waving your sleeves and dusting."

Senior Sister Qi's eyes smeared a hint of discoloration, "I haven't seen you for three years, my strength has risen slightly, and my madness is indeed like an ocean!"

"What are you doing, there are 10,000 of them, and you are completely sent to death when you go", Senior Sister Qi stepped forward and stopped in front of Jun Qinghan, looking at Jun Qinghan with some anger.

How can one person defeat 10,000 people?

"I can bury thousands of miles of mountains, not to mention the Red Maple Hundred Pavilions", Jun said with a chuckle, with a light wind in his eyes and a madness of contempt for heaven and earth, "Red Maple Hundred Pavilions, how can you get into my eyes?"

"Who do you think you are, fighting alone, without opening the big array, do you want Baige to level my Cold Moon Pavilion", a trace of anger rose in Senior Sister Qi's heart, "You are endangering my Cold Moon Pavilion."

Jun Qinghan's pupils shrank, staring at Senior Sister Qi, and after a long time, he said in a low voice, "You...... Underestimate me!" As he spoke, he bypassed Senior Sister Qi and stepped out of the mountain gate.

Behind her, Senior Sister Qi was stunned.

Jun Qinghan slowly closed the mountain gate, looked at the many women inside the mountain gate, and showed a gentle smile, "You guys, you can rest assured, Jun Qinghan won't fall, and they won't want to take a step forward." ”

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Under the 10,000-step staircase, the Elder of the Hundred Pavilion looked at the mountain gate that was high above the cold moon and ethereal above the world, revealing a gloomy smile, "Cold Moon Pavilion, I want to see how you escape from our palms this time?"

"I'm going to play with you when the time comes," lewd laughter rang out from time to time from the crowd.

The old man at the head of the Hundred Pavilions frowned slightly, "Lord Rebel said at the beginning that he could only destroy the Cold Moon Pavilion, but he was not allowed to do anything else."

"Whatever, I'm waiting for Lord Tianji to look forward, and the credit for the past two years is not small, and it is natural to be rewarded."

Saying that, there was a lot of commotion in the crowd, the women of the Cold Moon Pavilion were as beautiful as fairies, like fairies from the Guanghan Moon Palace, not contaminated with the slightest dust, lonely and cold, like a born green lotus.

"How do we attack? Although the big array here is a little broken, the power is still not to be underestimated, and if you are careless, you can return again without success. ”

"Although the Cold Moon Pavilion is accessible in all directions, the only way to go down and up is this 10,000-step staircase, and at the same time, the gap in the damage of the large array is also here, attacking from other places is tantamount to asking for a dead end", an old man rolled his sleeve robe and said calmly:

"There are 3,000 soldiers under the mountain, forming a cage, and the remaining 7,000 people will directly cross the 10,000-step ladder with us and others, and step on the Cold Moon Pavilion from the front."

"That's great!"

All the old men nodded one after another, obviously agreeing to this suggestion, and looked at the stairs covered with red maples in 10,000 steps, revealing a cold smile.

"Knock...... Boom...... Boom!"

The battle song sounded, and the elders of the Hundred Pavilions, with their disciples, rushed towards the Cold Moon Pavilion in a nervous and orderly manner, and the sword soldiers made a crisp sound, and the aura of slaughter filled the heavens and the earth.

"Hurry up, before the middle of the day, let me set foot in the Cold Moon Pavilion!"

Although it is a hundred pavilion alliance, there are few blue flags among them, and the elders are only red flags, and they are obviously made of medicines, and the most are yellow flags and gray flags!

The power of each pavilion is not much stronger than when Jun Qinghan left Fenghan Pavilion!

The scorching sun slowly rises overhead......

"Blood...... Blood...... There's blood here!"

After running through the nine thousand steps, the disciples of the Hundred Pavilion suddenly looked at the blood gurgling under their feet, and the thick smell of blood was extremely pungent in the air, and the elders chuckled in their hearts, looking at the mountain gate whose outline was gradually clear, their brows furrowed slightly, and they immediately ordered, "Quick, speed up!"

"Look, what's that?"

The person running at the front paused and looked at a looming figure outside the mountain gate, flowing golden light from time to time, turning the color of blood, and being wrapped in black mist, looking extremely surprised.

Elder Baige's dry hands clenched in his heart, and he felt bad in his heart.

Looking at the more than 9,000 steps behind him, he suddenly felt a huge crisis, "This time is different from the past, the 9,000 steps of the ladder are smooth sailing, and the big array is incomplete, but it will definitely not die."

Looking at the black shadow outside the mountain gate, the palms of their hands unconsciously sweated, and the ethereal and deserted pavilion actually gave them a ferocious feeling, like a creeping wild beast, gradually opening their blood-red eyes.

"Be careful, seven thousand people are divided into seven teams, and gradually advance!"

Elder Baige raised his dry hand high and said cautiously.

In the last hundred steps, I gasped as I looked at the steps outside the mountain gate. On both sides of the hundred-step staircase, covered with mandala flowers, scarlet and dazzling, extending towards the mountain gate, the petals open and close, overflowing with blood, full of thirst for blood.

Xiao Suo's Cold Moon Pavilion was completely covered in blood.

At the end of the blood-colored mandala was a snow-white figure, like an immortal.

On the top of the steps, outside the mountain gate, the man's face was cold and hard, and his eyes were wide.

Under the man's seat is a dragon chair condensed by Taoist qi, the golden light is clear, emitting a brilliant light, as dazzling as the sun hanging high in the sky, the dragon chair is strong and desolate, and it looks extremely mysterious.

The man was dressed in white, reclining on the dragon chair, but he gave people the momentum of a golden knife horse, not angry and arrogant, and his fingers tapped lightly on the dragon's head mountain, making a clanging and piercing sound.

The man held the quaint bronze wine glass in one hand and played with it in his hand, while squinting at the more than 7,000 people below, his eyebrows were full of contempt, looking at a group of people, as small as dust ants.

A white robe dragged to the ground, like a drunken fairy, the pitch-black cloak behind him hunted in the west wind, making the man reveal a trace of hideous slaughter in the elegant and ethereal.

The forearm of the man's other hand rested on the armrest of the dragon chair, and his hand held the tail of a pitch-black celestial halberd.

The painting halberd soldier slammed on the ground, extremely black, surrounded by demonic energy, it looked poignant, like a fierce ghost, the sharp edge seemed to be able to tear the void, the word "well" at the top, trapped the sky, imprisoned the sky, and killed the sky!

On the other side of the dragon chair, the long sword was steep, piercing through the sky, and a blood-colored river was flowing turbulently above.