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At this time, under the Xiongguan Pass, Borhan stood with a grim face. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The savage swordsman seemed a little at a loss.

"What about those undercover agents you arranged, why haven't they moved?" Borhan's voice was a little cold.

The Savage Swordsman was speechless, could it be that the pawns of those adventure groups had defected?

The Savage Swordsman was furious, he observed carefully, and suddenly understood that his subordinates had not betrayed, they were just ...... exposed.

These idiots were exposed so quickly!

"Privateer Regiment!" The Savage Swordsman's mind moved, and his sword qi exploded, and he immediately flew over the battlefield.

"Kill at all costs!" the voice of the Savage Swordsman was like a muffled thunder, "After the city is broken, Dasuo will be three days!"

When the sword cultivators of the privateer group heard this, they were excited.

What is the concept of three days in Dasuo?

That is, without limits, let them burn and loot for three days!

The sword cultivators of the privateer group were enthusiastic and began to storm wildly.

"You bastards, do you want to destroy your country?" Suddenly, in the midst of the barbarian camp, an angry voice rang out.

Yuan Guanyi looked around, and immediately saw a figure rushing forward.

It's Xu Yiyang!

Why did this kid sneak out of the city again? It seems that the commotion in the barbarian camp before was caused by this kid.

Yuan Guanyi was sighing, but Xu Yiyang was furious.

If Xiongguan Pass falls, I don't know how many towns and villages will be destroyed like Crouching Tiger Ya, which Xu Yiyang will never allow!

So, in the face of the boundless enemy, he rushed out.

Xu Yiyang ran wildly all the way, and the anger in his chest burned wildly!

So, everyone saw a terrifying scene:

Behind the man who was running wildly, a tall figure faintly appeared!

This figure was dozens of feet tall, and even the buriest barbarians were like insects compared to them. His face was blurred, but he held a sword in his hand, and a boundless murderous aura emanated wantonly! In the eyes of the people, he seemed to be like a god.

Or a vicious god!

Xu Yiyang never thought that when he was trying his best to drive his innate true qi under his rage, the phantom of the sword fierce god in the dantian would actually appear behind him!

He only felt that the killing intent was climbing wildly, and the flames of Crouching Tiger were burning in front of him!

Behind him was a trail of qi waves that was clearly visible to the naked eye, and Xu Yiyang swept forward frantically with a speed beyond the sound.

Then, including the Barbarian Sword Master, they all saw a scene that they would never forget—the fierce god who followed behind Xu Yiyang actually made the same action as Xu Yiyang, and also raised the sword in his hand.

Then, under the split!

A brilliant sword light shone between heaven and earth, and the wind and clouds were agitated.

In the tight formation, a wide gap immediately appeared, and flesh and blood flew sideways.

The sword cultivators of the barbarians and privateers were in a commotion.

And looking at Xu Yiyang's charge regardless of life and death, the disciples of the three major sects couldn't help but feel fluttering.

Under the Xiongguan Pass, a passionate shout sounded......

Without any hesitation or hesitation, all charge!

The battle was instantly heated. The sword weapon collided with the sword weapon, and it was not a spark that was stirred up, but an endless slaughter. Someone dies every second, and someone screams every second.

Blood has become the only color between heaven and earth, and wailing has become the only voice between heaven and earth.

Even those swordsmen who were in mid-air were gradually infected, and their eyes began to turn red......

Xu Yiyang also fought with his life and death, and his body was covered with blood. There is his own, but more is someone else's.

Suddenly, everyone stopped in tacit agreement.

Because everyone inexplicably felt a deep fear.

Even the crazy and excited privateer group sword cultivators felt this fear!

At this moment, a melodious horn came from the wilderness.

Borhan instantly changed color!

This melodious horn comes from the Snow Temple of the Holy Mountain.

The Holy Mountain Snow Temple, finally an order has been handed down: withdraw the army immediately!

Almost at the same time, the three major sect masters all heard the highest alarms within their respective sects - these alarms were all in the hands of those hidden sect seniors, and they would only be used when major changes occurred.

This major change in no way includes the barbarian tribe sweeping the Central Plains!

Even the barbarian sweep of the Central Plains is not a big change, so what else is more serious than this?

As a result, the leaders of the warring sides gave various orders to retreat. Only the Savage Swordsman was suspended in mid-air in a daze, not knowing what was happening.

After a while, the barbarian swordsman came back to his senses, and he rushed to Borhan angrily: "Borhan, why are you retreating? Give me a reason!"

"The Holy Mountain Snow Temple has issued an order to withdraw troops. Borhan turned his head abruptly and looked coldly at the Savage Swordsman.

The Savage Swordsman was stunned for a moment.

After wandering in the Savage Plains for many years, he naturally knew the status of the Holy Mountain Snow Temple in the minds of the barbarians, and he was more aware of the power possessed by the Holy Mountain Snow Temple.

Why, then, did such a temple, which had always been transcendent, give such a strange order today?

The barbarian swordsman was unwilling, but he also knew that without the barbarians, the privateer group alone would not be able to capture the Xiongguan Pass......

paid such a heavy price, but inexplicably stopped when he gained the upper hand, which made the barbarian swordsman extremely unwilling, but helpless.

Why? Borhan was also puzzled.

However, he soon knew that something big had happened.

Because, in the distance, he saw dozens of brilliant sword lights, shooting from the depths of the Savage Plain.

That's the swordsman of the Sacred Mountain Snow Temple!

There are a total of twenty-five people, and it is clear that the high priest of the Holy Mountain Snow Temple, together with the six major commanders and eighteen hidden sword cultivators, are all dispatched!

Borhan's heart couldn't help but move, could it be ...... The Sacred Mountain Snow Temple finally thought about it and wanted to completely suppress the Central Plains? However, before he could dream for a few more moments, he was shocked to see that dozens of brilliant sword lights shot out from behind the Xiongguan Pass!

The barbarians have power that cannot be hidden, why not in the Central Plains?

In the Wugang Sect, there are nine hidden sword masters, in the Immortal Sect, there are seven hidden sword masters, and in the Imperial Sword Sect, there are six old immortal sword masters who are hidden!

There were a total of twenty-two sword masters, but they arrived at the Xiongguan Pass in a few moments.

These twenty-two people were either old men, or elegant scribes, or brave men. But without exception, their seniority is several generations higher than the sect masters of the three major sects.

These people have been concentrating on cultivation, how could they suddenly all go out in unison now?

It's really weird!

Yuan Guan Yi just wanted to step forward to talk to a hidden sword master in his own sect, but saw that he ignored him, and flew directly to the outside of Xiongguan Pass with a dry sword master.

"Is the barbarian high priest here?" the swordsman asked as soon as he arrived outside the city. Although the voice is not loud, his voice can be heard within a radius of hundreds of miles.

And at this moment, the barbarian swordsmen have also arrived.

Borhan and the other barbarian swordsmen all bowed respectfully and fell.

Immediately, a gorgeous sedan chair flew over in the air - the sedan chair naturally can't fly, but the four people who carry the sedan chair can't fly!

Around the gorgeous sedan chair, there is still a swordsman, walking with a sword, and be careful.

"The elders of the sect who have been cultivating are also here?" The sedan chair flew directly into the battlefield, and a soft and cold voice resounded between heaven and earth.

Xu Yiyang stood in the crowd, but his eyes suddenly tightened.

Mi Rong, it's Mi Rong!

Mi Rong, the high priest of the Snow Temple of the Barbarian Sacred Mountain!

How did she get here?

The curtain was gently lifted, and a figure appeared between heaven and earth.

She was so beautiful that at this moment, everyone forgot about war, about killing, about hatred, and only about that boundless beauty, flickering before their eyes.

"You received a summons?" The Hidden Cultivator Elder of the Imperial Sword Sect only had coldness in his eyes.

"Yes......" Mi Rong sighed.

"It seems that from now on, you and I should work together. Elder Qianxiu of the Imperial Sword Sect said in a deep voice.

"Of course. "Mi Rong is very simple.

Borhan was stunned.

What does it mean?

The barbarians have been fighting with the Central Plains for thousands of years, but now they want to join hands? What are you kidding?

He wanted to speak, but looking at Mi Rong's serious expression, he opened his mouth and couldn't say a word.

The Savage Swordsman felt a great crisis.

The privateer group was expelled by the three major sects, and now that the barbarians and the Central Plains have ceased fire, and even formed an alliance, what should he do?

The Savage Swordsman's heart beat wildly. looked around, no longer hesitated: "Privateer group, all retreat!"

At the sound of the order, the barbarian swordsman did not stop any longer, only heard a roar, and the person had already disappeared in place. In the distance, people only saw that a sword light was getting weaker and weaker, and gradually disappeared into the depths of the Savage Plain.

"The news from the other side has arrived, the evil spirit from outside the sky has descended!" Mi Rong and the Hidden Sword Cultivator of the Imperial Sword Sect spoke in unison, but the object of their speech was completely different.

"This is a disaster for everyone, so we must unite and fight the enemy together. "The Elder of the Imperial Sword Sect is immortal, and his voice is cold.

Extraterrestrial spirits?

Except for the three major sect masters who knew a little, the rest of them were almost at a loss.

"The army of the Sacred Mountain Snow Temple is on its way. Mi Rong's face was calm, or rather indifferent.

"The Sanzong Mountain Gate is empty. Wan Guquan's voice was also cold, "All the forces have been assembled, and they are expected to arrive in a month." ”

Mi Rong sighed softly.

A month, that's really too long...... However, isn't it the same for the snow mountain warriors in the Sacred Mountain Snow Temple?

We must not let all the women and children of the barbarians freeze and starve to death!

Although he was bitter and helpless in his heart, Mi Rong didn't say anything, turned around and entered the sedan chair.

A bloody battlefield has been silent ever since. The privateers retreated like a tidal wave, but no one had the heart to pay attention to them. And the sect masters of the three major sects jointly ordered that there was no longer any need to be on duty to defend, and all the disciples could have a good rest.

But who can sleep peacefully?

Everyone was nervous in their hearts, they didn't know what was going on.

What kind of big thing can make feuds join hands?

What exactly are the evil spirits outside the heavens?

Heavy fog lingers in the hearts of everyone.

Including Xu Yiyang.

Although, when he saw the Savage Swordsman retreating, he had an irrepressible urge to catch up, but reason told him that it was looking for death.

In any case, helping the sword box recover first, that is the foundation for becoming stronger in the future.

As the night wore on, the crowd did not feel sleepy.

Because, in this night, something happened that made everyone confused and worried, Mi Rong and Wan Gu Quan, and other hidden cultivators—the fierce beasts of the Hengling Mountain Range were howling in unison!