The sea of fire was blazing, from the fiery red at the beginning to the black flame rolling after a hundred years.

In the one hundred and twentieth year, the monks of Lingzhou finally gave up the attack on the southern district and turned to defend it.

At the same time, in the face of attacks from both sides, the pressure on the West Side is also increasing. The situation of the battle is getting worse and worse, and although the positions are not retreating enough every day, they are constantly shrinking.

On a battlefield, Li Qinglang, who was not lightly injured, received the task and went to the southern position to rescue a talented formation.

The figure was like a ghost, he didn't waste much time, and he didn't even kill those immortals, but just threw out a spell from afar to help his own monks break the siege.

Just when the golden immortal sitting in this area was desperately trying to consume an ancient treasure and rushed to surround him, Li Qinglang instantly turned into a rainbow and disappeared.

The demon-like Heavenly Demon roared angrily, staring viciously at the white clothes that were far away.

"Count yourself fast!"

The murderous eyes narrowed slightly, but this Heavenly Demon didn't dare to be too distracted, because he was also facing a golden immortal.

can only sigh when he regrets and resents, if this kid dares to stay for a while, the support he called will come immediately.

For so many years, this human monk named Li Qinglang has disappeared, often appearing at the most critical moment, destroying the arrangement above.

The most hateful thing is that this guy has mastered a lot of wonderful escape techniques, and he doesn't know how many times he has fished with big bait, but he can always escape.

The most recent time was that he secretly consumed an old golden immortal, and there was a wisp of divine thought of a certain god to the heavenly demon hidden in his body.

Unexpectedly, it was only seriously injured.

To be honest, when he sighed and patted his legs, many heavenly demons, including himself, still had some appreciation for him!

As for the method of escaping with the sword light, it is said that after being reported layer by layer, even those heavenly demons whose survival history can be traced back to ancient times will not be able to know the root cause.

So some people speculated whether it was Li Qinglang's own technique.

If so, this person can indeed be called the eternal posture of the heavens!

But how can people in the book know about things outside the book?

When Li Qinglang was in a hurry to resist the wind, he was still constantly using this semi-self-created sword escape technique from a certain book.

It is both intentional and helpless.

Taking a deep breath, he forcibly pressed down the injuries in his body in exchange for a brief period of strength. Because in a few moments, we will reach the edge of the war zone.

"Newspaper, the front line has been torn apart!"

Outside a military tent, an anxious shout suddenly sounded.

There was silence in the tent, and there was no response for a long time, and only after a while an old voice replied: "No matter what, hold on for another half a day!" ”

The letter who bowed down wanted to explain the danger of the front line, but he still sighed in his heart, put down his hands, and said a little weakly: "Yes!" ”

There were not many people in the tent, only less than a handful of people.

One of them, an old man in a feather coat and a high crown, with an extraordinary temperament, was talking about something, and listening to his voice, it was the one who had ordered it before.

Among the few people surrounding the sand table, the leader turned out to be an extremely young woman.

Her appearance is not very good-looking, but she exudes a resolute temperament, and her eyes contain some noble faith.

In the face of the old man's persuasion, she said categorically: "The defense line of the Western District has retreated again and again, will one day you have to throw away the entire battlefield like the Southern District?!" ”

Faced with this rhetorical question, the other three fell silent.

"Fan'er, you also know your importance......"

The old man in the feather coat frowned and spoke softly, but he was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Sect Master Yuan! Now it's the Wartime Council, please call me Commander Yuan, or Commander of the 83rd District! ”

The woman did not back down in the slightest, and her eyes were very firm when she looked at the old man.

After a while, the old man was finally defeated, turned his head, and looked at the sand table without saying a word.

The monks of the Southern District, who were the first to lose the battlefield, have now become the object of ridicule in the other three districts.

Obviously, the combat power is still full, but it has retreated step by step, so that now even the pressure on the West District has skyrocketed, how can it not be ridiculed?

"I don't care what happens elsewhere, District 83 can't retreat anymore unless I die!"

The woman got up and looked at the sand table, "I believe that it won't take half a day, at most an hour, and reinforcements will arrive." At least...... He will come. ”

Although he did not name him, everyone present knew that the person in the commander's mouth was Li Qinglang.

That is now almost an iconic figure in the faith of the Lingzhou monks.

"Grandpa, don't worry. We'll be fine. ”

The woman finally relented and looked at the old man who would rather travel between two places for herself, exchanging countless military exploits for the opportunity to protect herself.

"This is what I say as your granddaughter, victory will be ours in the end......"

The old man surnamed Yuan, who was called the sect master, shook his head helplessly, and in the end he only smiled bitterly and didn't say anything.

But the woman read something in those familiar eyes: Grandpa was thinking about his parents again.

The Yuan family, as a big sect with a head and face in the fairyland, has never left Lingzhou before the generations of sect masters die, and her parents are the same.

However, in exchange for the ending of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man now.

"Sorry, I'm late."

An unfamiliar gentle voice suddenly sounded outside the tent, but this sentence that had already spread crazy in Lingzhou was so familiar.

The woman's pupils shook, and when she looked at the curtain, her hands pressed on the edge of the sand table unconsciously clenched.

As the curtain slowly lifted, this person who everyone "thought about" finally appeared in front of everyone completely.

It was a gentle, smiling face, but at the same time there was a paleness that could not be concealed.

"What? I'm not welcome to come? ”

Looking at everyone's serious expressions, Li Qinglang couldn't help but laugh.

"Old man Yuan Tingshan, thank Li Daoyou for the monks of District 83 first!"

The old man's gaze moved slightly, and when he saw his granddaughter's "normal" distraction, he took the lead in bowing his head and said.

Immediately after, the other two monks also hurriedly thanked him.

Only then did the woman take a deep breath to recover her state, and her eyes looked at the person calmly, "The commander of the eighty-third district, the immortal monk, Yuan Fan, has seen the seniors!" Thank you for your support! ”

I have seen it in the front, and Xie Yu is in the back. A woman's mind is easy to hide and difficult to hide.

"If you want to thank you, you can drink afterwards."

Just like "I'm sorry, it's late" that is popular all over Lingzhou, Li Qinglang also has a sentence that is also very popular, "I don't need to thank you for my efforts, and let me drink three glasses." ”

He smiled and spoke, slowly walking to the sand table, "Let's talk about the battle situation first." But there is one point, I want to explain first: District 83, you can retreat another 3,000 miles. ”

Faced with this sentence, Yuan Fan's brows furrowed instantly, and he was about to refute, but he saw the man say again.

"It's not just you, the battle is like this, it's under control."

Only then did she relax her eyebrows slightly, and then pointed to several places in the sand table: "Now there are three urgent places in the eighty-third district, and the first place is in the direction of this account, and there are two Golden Immortal Heavenly Demons working together to attack.

On the left, another golden immortal appeared out of nowhere. On the right, there are three more immortals.

The support that has been transferred this time will also come from three routes, and you will be the first to arrive. ”

After receiving the information of the Heavenly Demon, Li Qinglang simply glanced at it and memorized the content, and then said while analyzing.

"Then I'm going to face these two golden immortals, right?"

Although he said it in an ordinary tone, Yuan Fan and the four of them didn't think so, especially when they sensed that Li Qinglang still had a lot of injuries.

"It's true that some strong people are difficult, but ...... Please! ”

Yuan Fan took the lead and bowed down to the man they had high hopes for.

"What are you doing here? I didn't say I couldn't fight. ”

Li Qinglang raised his hand helplessly, signaling that everyone didn't need to do this.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Yuan Fan's eyes, from a certain deep selfishness, she really didn't want District 83 to be lost, especially in front of him.

Come to think of it, everyone in the world who has a crush wants to prove themselves to the person they like.

"And you mean ......?"

"I didn't say that!"

couldn't help but flash a trace of white eyes, and the corners of Yuan Fan's mouth also showed an angry smile.

Before I'm done, you know what to refute?

However, after this trouble, everyone's tense hearts finally had a moment to rest.

Li Qinglang's eyes swept over everyone, the smile on his face slowly converged, and finally said: "Li Qinglang came with orders from the void world and went to battle immediately." The battle situation was handed over to Yuan Commander. ”

Yuan Fan looked at the resolute gaze that hid tenderness and belief in the depths, and some obsessions in his heart seemed to be broken in an instant, and he also said: "Please rest assured!" ”

The breeze suddenly blew in the tent, but Li Qinglang disappeared.

"True to its name!"

"It's a pleasure to see you!"

"It's a pity!"

Three different comments came out of Yuan Tingshan and the others, with different tones and different thoughts, but they all expressed their appreciation for the young man.

Yuan Fan didn't say anything, silently lowered his head, his eyes moved on the sand table, and pondered the future arrangement. As soon as the three old men came back to their senses, a new round of disputes immediately began.

On the front line, the army of monks in the 83rd district is still a scene of defeat and retreat.

High in the sky, the black mist condensed into two thrones, each sitting in the form of a dragonman and a golden immortal heavenly demon with many tentacles.

They were laughing and laughing, laughing at the monks below and secretly healing.

But it's not that they don't want to make a move, firstly because of the existence of Yuan Tingshan, and secondly, because the heavenly demons below also need to grow.

"You say, you won't meet that Li Qinglang for us this time, right?"

The Dragonman Heavenly Demon suddenly lowered his voice and asked quietly.

didn't wait for the depressed companion to complain, the reality had already given the answer.

In the distance, the sword light shattered the void and flew towards the battle line at a great speed!

In the end, a white-clothed figure condensed a hundred feet away from the two thrones.

"Like, you miss me?"

Looking at the two Heavenly Demons stunned with a nervous look, Li Qinglang laughed, his voice was not loud, but he deliberately shook and spread in this world.

He looked down as if he were looking at the monks.

Li Qinglang didn't speak, but that sentence sounded in everyone's hearts.

Among these people, there are both the South and the West Side.

In fact, one day when the southern district was completely abandoned, there was a news that spread all over the monks in the district.

We're stepping back for some larger layout......

At that moment, the aggrieved monk of the southern district was so excited that he wanted to shout, but in the end, he ushered in the same answer after the dead silence.

"Please erase my memory!"

Why can't such an army of monks win?

With a flash of thought, Li Qinglang raised his head and beckoned to the enemy......