(Ask for a book review, don't have too many words, don't care about praise or disapproval, just write what you think when you see this.) （_））

The arrows in the hands of the Qilin soldiers have been wound, but they can't bear it.

They were waiting for Lu Chunju's order.

And Lu Chuju stared quietly at the fire dragon transformed by the six fire talismans in the night sky - through the gap in the air wall, these fire dragons that seemed to devour everything were slowly spreading, until the moment when the Red Thunder Sword roared and entered the air wall, the mysterious formation laid out by the master of the Seven Rings above everyone's heads was completely broken, and those prayer beads fell straight down on the snow like dead leaves without green, although they were still round in shape, but they turned into gray-white powder when touched.

At this time, the fire dragon landed in the open space in the center of the crowd like a beast that had escaped from its cage, and not only did it melt the cold snow into water vapor in a moment, but even the bluestone on the ground seemed to be burning.

Some people had a spark on their clothes, but in the blink of an eye, the spark turned into an unquenchable fire, burning those who didn't know what was happening into a pile of black coal.

The pungent smell of burning corpses filled the air, disgusting.

The sound of crying and running, the noise rushed into the ears of everyone.

Even the sound of the burning cloth seemed to fall into the ears of the Master of the Seven Rings with surprising penetrating power.

The Master of the Seven Rings looked at the crowd of people scurrying around him like headless flies, and finally his eyes stayed on the Red Thunder Sword, hovering in the air with the whistling Red Thunder Sword, like a goshawk looking for prey, but although there were many prey on the ground, there was only one target for this goshawk, that is, the injured Master of the Seven Rings.

Qi Luoge looked at the Master of the Seven Rings who kept pinching the handprints in his hand, his eyes fell on the back of the Master of the Seven Rings, where there was still blood flowing out, and the warm blood soaked the robe of the Master of the Seven Rings and flowed down, and finally, drop by drop, it fell on the snow of the Master of the Seven Rings, which was extremely eye-catching and eye-catching.

After a Buddha horn, the master of the seven precepts waved his hand, and the Zen staff returned to his hand, just when the master of the seven precepts was about to use the secret heart sutra of the Buddha to prepare to fight with the red thunder sword controlled by Zhang Wanshan with his mind, Lu Chu moved.

With a wave of the knife in his hand, the Qilin Army, who was waiting for the opportunity, shot out the feather arrow in his hand again.

Lu Chu raised the corner of his mouth with a hint of a smile, looking like he was holding the chance to win.

A hint of cunning flashed in Zhang Wanshan's eyes, he knew that the injured Master of the Seven Rings had reached the end of his crossbow, as long as he dragged on for a while, the Master of the Seven Rings would definitely not be his opponent.

And Hulun Qinghan looked at the master of the seven rings who obviously wanted to fight hard and frowned slightly, she remembered that the old man of Lingxiu Mountain told her that the people of Buddhism were compassionate, and even did not hesitate to cut the meat to feed the eagle, looking at the master of the seven rings who ignored his injuries at this moment, Hulun Qinghan had to believe that the rumors were true.

The Red Thunder Sword shot at the Master of the Seven Rings with a spark, and the Zen staff in the Master of the Seven Rings slowly rose.

Just when the feathered arrows above everyone's heads roared.

The Zen Staff and the Red Thunder Sword clashed again.

Different from the momentum of the sword aura like a rainbow last time, this time the Red Thunder Sword didn't seem to want to fight with the Zen staff, but ran towards the crowd.

As the wail sounded, the Red Thunder Sword was like a vicious wolf running into a flock of sheep, and wherever the sword qi went, the stumps and arms were broken.

However, the feather arrow paused three feet above everyone's heads, as if it had been frozen, and stood in the air at different angles.

As if time stands still, the picture is frozen at this point.

While everyone was stunned, only a smile appeared on the corner of the Seven Rings Master's mouth.

It's a smile of relief.

The Master of the Seven Rings knew that there was only one person in Guangqi City who could make nearly 10,000 feather arrows so involuntarily, and that person was Master Qingling.

Who is Master Qingling?

The only remaining strength of the Hanging Temple has reached the Buddha realm.

Although Master Qingling did not appear, the Master of the Seven Rings had a lot of peace of mind in his heart, silently recited a sentence of Amitabha, looking at the Red Thunder Sword that entered the crowd, the Master of the Seven Rings thought in a blink of an eye, and the Zen staff rushed to Zhang Wanshan on the platform with the sound of the wind.

Siege Wei to save Zhao.

Zhang Wanshan wanted to use killing to distract the Master of the Seven Rings, but he didn't want to suddenly appear in such a surprising situation halfway, his already pale face became more and more bloodless, looking at the Zen staff that attacked him with the momentum of thunder, Zhang Wanshan took out a yellow talisman, and shouted a word of urgency like a law, the figure disappeared from the platform, and the place where it appeared again was above those feather arrows in the air.

Zhang Wanshan, who was stepping on the feather arrow under his feet, affirmed his judgment more and more, and remembered what Zhang Duzhang had said to him, Zhang Wanshan not only had the idea of retreating-if Master Qingling really appeared, then he really had no chance of winning.

Thinking like this, Zhang Wanshan looked at the Red Thunder Sword that returned to the protector in front of him, and he only looked carefully at the Zen staff that ran towards him at this time, the Zen staff was golden, and there seemed to be some pattern painted on it, ordinary and unremarkable.

But the feather arrows under his feet had already made Zhang Wanshan uneasy.

Not only Zhang Wanshan, but Lu Chuju felt a little stunned behind him when he looked at the feather arrow.

But the chill soon became a reality.

A knife silently slashed at Lu Chunju's back.

The knife is fierce, mixed with an unmatchable momentum.

Feeling the murderous aura behind him, Lu Chu raised his head and saw a face.

An unfamiliar face.

And Hulun Qinghan, who was standing not far away, felt that this suddenly appeared face was a little familiar, and after a thought in her heart, she had already recognized that the person in front of her who had attacked Lu Chunju was the person she had seen in front of the gate of Qingyun City before.

He's alive?

Hulun Qinghan couldn't help but be a little surprised, she was even more surprised by Su Qin's state at the moment.

Su Qin's eyes were red, and a violent aura erupted all over his body, although the Huangquan Knife in his hand was black, the blade revealed a chilling light in the dark night.

Lu Chunju looked at Su Qin with a young face, although he was a little surprised by Su Qin's knife momentum, but he didn't take it to heart, because from the knife that Su Qin slashed at this moment, he already felt that Su Qin's knife did not have any knife air rotation, which made Lu Chunju feel a lot more relieved, after all, a young man who is not a Qi Sect, even if the knife he holds is sharp, against a Qi Sect disciple like himself, there is only one result, and that is to seek humiliation.

However, Lu Chunju's eyes only stared at the momentum of the Huangquan Knife in Su Qin's hand, but ignored the Huangquan Knife itself.

Lu Chu raised the treasure knife in his hand to greet him, according to his thoughts, Su Qin at this moment should be cut in two by the sword qi under his blow at this moment.

But the fact is that it is the opposite, the knife qi emitted by the knife in Lu Chunju's hand suddenly collapsed and disappeared without a trace the moment it touched the Huangquan Knife, and the Huangquan Knife in Su Qin's hand slashed head-on at Lu Chuju unabated.

There was no time to dodge, Lu Chu raised the knife in his hand and made contact with the Huangquan knife in Su Qin's hand.

At this moment, Lu Chuju was still thinking in his heart, how could the sword qi he had just now have no effect on this young man.

This was Lu Chuju's last thought left in this world.

Because of the light enemy, because Su Qin at this moment is already enchanted.

Several people saw the scene of the Huangquan knife in Su Qin's hand slashing Lu Chu to death.

Shocking.

These people have different expressions, some are happy and some are worried.

I don't know if anyone will remember many years later that on this night, someone swallowed mountains and rivers to turn the tide.

- In the next chapter, the battle is over, and then something else.