Although more than half of the horse thieves were injured at this moment, they still had the combat strength of more than 300 horsemen, and although no one in the grain transport team miraculously died, the total number of people who still had the strength to fight at this moment was only more than 30 people.

The disparity in combat is unprecedented.

The most important thing is that the dozen or so disciples of Mochi Yuan, who were the main force of the grain transportation team, as well as Ning Que and Mo Shanshan, had suffered a lot of losses in the previous battle.

In addition to Ning Que and Mo Shanshan, it is not an exaggeration to say that the end of the strong crossbow is not an exaggeration.

However, just as the horse thieves were about to charge in front of the camp, a dense sound of horses' hooves sounded on the west side of the meadow.

At such a critical juncture, this sudden change naturally attracted everyone's attention for the first time.

As far as he looked, he saw a group of cavalry with a strict formation and gorgeous armor.

Although there are only 100 horses, the momentum is so strong that it is simply daunting.

They are from Xiling, and they are the temple apologetic cavalry regiment, known as the strongest cavalry in the world.

No one can ignore such a force, as long as they join the battlefield, more than 300 horse thieves will inevitably be defeated in an instant.

Countless people in the camp cheered, and the horse thieves quickly gathered their ranks and prepared to evacuate.

However, the temple cavalry did not make any action to attack, but stopped at a distance of 100 zhang.

Obviously, they didn't plan to make a move, but chose to sit on the sidelines without the slightest scruples.

In the ranks of the temple cavalry, a wrinkled old woman stepped out of a carriage.

She was wearing a very strange robe, which seemed to be composed of countless different fabrics, which looked extremely thin, but easily blocked the cold winter wind of the wasteland.

She looked indifferently at the carriage belonging to the Ink Pond Garden in the camp, her expression was a little calm and cold.

He said in a hoarse and sharp voice, "Being able to defeat the Wushi and be able to pass the book with runes, with the ability of this talisman master in the Ink Pond Garden, it must be no problem for the horse thieves, so we don't have to trouble them."

She is naturally the great monk of the Moon Wheel Country, and Wushi is the ascetic monk who was abolished by the Tmall girl through Xu Chuan's sword intent of the river that day.

She was already very disgusted with the Ink Pond Garden, although she didn't get angry that day, but she had already completely hated these people in the Ink Pond Garden.

She was naturally very happy to be able to watch the people of Mochi Yuan die, where would she come to the rescue?

Therefore, although they had already received the rune transmission from Mo Shanshan, the progress of the team still did not change, and the reason why they met was nothing more than because their destination was the same, nothing more.

The Templar Commander nodded indifferently, and had no opinion.

He only needed to protect the dozen or so monks of the Moon Wheel Kingdom and the students of the Heavenly Oracle Academy in the team, as well as the who was still in the carriage.

It was not his duty to exterminate the horse thief, nor was it his obligation, nor did he do any good, so he naturally would not put his men in danger for the sake of some irrelevant people.

In the carriage, the world-famous is carefully caring for a delicate orchid.

Regardless of everything in the outside world, it is completely a detached and tranquil posture, full of fairy spirit.

In the camp, seeing that the temple cavalry did not intend to make a move, countless people were angry, but they inexplicably did not feel hopeless. ….

Because as early as in the battle, they were keenly aware that there was an invisible force protecting them.

So even in such a fierce battle, none of them died.

It's a miracle, but it's also a reassuring power.

They didn't know where this power came from, but they subconsciously thought that it came from the noble lady in the carriage.

At this moment, the Templar cavalry stood by and watched, so all their hopes were condensed on the figure in the carriage that was not visible at the moment.

An unwarranted confidence made them silent and waiting.

Ning Que looked away with disdain from those temple cavalry, although he boasted of being shameless, but compared to these people, he was total

It's still a lot worse.

At this moment, he is much more relaxed than those people and Yan Qi, with Xu Chuan in charge, what he has to do is actually very simple.

Cut off one of Xiahou's hands.

Now that he knew that these horse thieves were here for him, he could naturally vaguely guess the origin of the more than ten horsemen in the farthest distance, who were not quite similar to the temperament of horse thieves.

And if you want to kill a cultivator in the Cave Xuan Realm like him, there will definitely be a cultivator who is not weaker than the Cave Xuan Upper Realm among the more than ten horses.

Such a strong man, even for Xia Hou, is tantamount to the existence of a right-hand man.

In this way, before seeking revenge from Xiahou, it would be good for him to ask for some interest first.

So, he decisively took out the Yuan Thirteen Arrows that were jointly built by several senior brothers and sisters on the second floor.

In an instant, the leader of the more than ten horsemen who were dozens of feet away felt an indescribable chill.

Lin Ling, the commander of the Northeast Border Army of the Tang Dynasty, is the Great Nian Master of the Upper Realm of Dongxuan.

After realizing that he was locked by Ning Que, he immediately realized one thing, he seemed to be exposed, otherwise Ning Que would not have directly used such a powerful talisman.

Because the consumption of mental power by such a talisman is also extremely terrifying, Ning Que, who has been fighting one after another, must not be able to use a few arrows.

His face became more and more indifferent, but there was no panic.

When Ning Que took the second-floor exam, he had already shown the cultivation of the Cave Xuan Realm, and if he wanted to kill a second-story disciple of the Cave Xuan Realm, he would naturally not be the only one who could make a move.

Beside him, an old man wearing a cloak, his face was wrinkled, and his body exuded a withered aura slowly opened his eyes.

His low, hoarse voice was as harsh as a vulture in the night.

"Don't worry about those temple cavalry, let the horse thief continue to attack, contain the talisman on the other side, you and I will work together to kill this young man quickly."

Lin Ling didn't respond immediately, he didn't trust this person, after all, this person was from Xiling.

He pondered for a moment, then his gaze fell on a figure behind him without a trace.

The man was masked and armored, with only a pair of eyes as dark as a goshawk exposed.

He nodded imperceptibly, so Lin Ling immediately said in a deep voice, "Okay!"

So, the next moment, the horse thief's charge instantly resumed.

In the carriage, Xu Chuan seemed to look somewhere through the door, his brows furrowed slightly, and then quickly stretched out.

He looked at Mo Shanshan's somewhat pale face, and said softly, "Do your best, I'm here." ….

Mo Shanshan's gaze fell softly on his handsome and extraordinary face, his long and slightly sparse eyelashes flickered, and then he showed a light smile and said, "Okay."

The sound of fighting rang out.

All those in the camp who had strength took their weapons and aimed them at the horse thieves who were charging at them.

Ning Que saw the timing and shot the first Yuan Thirteen arrows.

The arrow was very fast and very ruthless.

Almost at the moment of leaving the string, he arrived in front of Lin Ling.

Lin Ling used the mental barrier transformed by the cultivation of the Great Nian Master to support it for a moment, and then it shattered.

In Lin Ling's shocked and incredulous gaze, the second arrow also arrived as promised.

If nothing else, the arrow would have pierced his skull.

Shoot him, the Great Nian Master of the Cave Xuan Upper Realm, here.

He didn't expect that Ning Que, who had only just entered the second floor, could have such terrifying strength.

is also Dongxuan, he can't be the other party's two arrows?

Fortunately, he is not alone today.

Under the indifferent gaze of the old cultivator, the vitality fluctuated suddenly, so the second Yuan Thirteen arrows, which were determined to be obtained, stopped in front of Lin Ling.

In the distance, Ning Que's eyes froze, he knew very well how strong the Yuan Thirteen Arrows were, and with his cultivation in the Cave Xuan Realm, even Longqing, who was at the peak of the Cave Realm, could not stop it.

After all, this is a gathering of almost everyone on the second floor of the academy

A talisman created by the hard work of the people.

But now that he has the cultivation of the peak of Dongxuan, he even dares to argue with the strong who knows his fate.

But it was such a powerful Yuan Thirteen Arrow, but it was so easily blocked by the other party.

On the other side, in the face of the horse thieves who were slaughtering on a large scale, the air became dry again, and a fire charm burst again.

The fire killed dozens of horse thieves in an instant, but the remaining horse thieves were even more fearless of death, stepping on those burning corpses and rushing to the camp frantically.

A tragic aura instantly spread.

At the same time, Lin Ling had already suppressed the panic in his heart and suddenly rushed into the range of Ning Que's ten zhang.

In an instant, an extremely powerful and powerful telekinetic force, following an invisible trajectory, rose from the ground and penetrated the air, piercing Ning Que's eyebrows and drilling straight into the sea.

Ling Ning Que instantly became extremely painful.

Nianshi claims to be invincible in the same realm, but it's not just talking.

Not only that, but the old ascetic also quietly came to Ning Que's vicinity, and an even more terrifying mental power was like a sharp blade piercing the air, shattering everything around him, and attacking Ning Que.

"Fate?"

In the pain, this word instantly appeared in Ning Que's mind.

At the same time, in the temple cavalry team that was fighting outside the hundred zhang, Qu Nimati also changed his expression one after another.

"The Great Nian Master of the Cave Xuan Upper Realm, the one who knows his fate is strong, who is that kid who can let such a strong man mix in the horse thieves and attack and kill him?"

Her expression was a little strange, because she felt a bit of familiarity from the strong man who exuded a withered aura.

On the side, the temple commander sighed with palpitations, fortunately he did not lead his cavalry to the rescue, otherwise such two strong men suddenly appeared among the horse thieves, which was enough to cause heavy losses to the temple cavalry in an instant.

Even he could die. ….

He indifferently looked at the young cultivator who was about to die under the joint efforts of the two powerhouses, and looked at the ragged folk and the bloody Yan Qi in the camp, and a trace of pity appeared in his eyes.

If nothing else, these people will all die here.

And in order not to be targeted by those strong men who disguised themselves as horse thieves, he had decided to take this opportunity to retreat immediately, so as not to get into trouble.

But at this moment, the carriage in the camp, which had always been very quiet, suddenly disintegrated and dispersed, and the violent movement instantly attracted the attention of almost everyone.

Under countless gazes, a girl in white jumped up and stood in the air, her waterfall-like black hair fluttering in the wind, her scattered gaze suddenly condensed, two extremely abnormal flushes appeared on her pale cheeks, and she raised her finger to draw a few lines in the cold wasteland winter wind.

The fingertips break through the sky and the wind, and an invisible force is generated with the drawing of the lines.

This is a rune, and only a rune master in the realm of knowing fate can draw an indefinite rune!

Qu Nimati's expression changed again, but there was also a touch of clarity.

"Sure enough, it's her, bookworm Mo Shanshan."

Immediately, her expression became a little more sneering, and she said, "If you want to draw a complete rune, you have to rely on her, and you can't do it!"

Sure enough, Mo Shanshan endured great pain, and used the cultivation of the peak of Dong Xuan to draw a rune, but in the end, he only completed more than half of it, and he was unable to continue.

The withered old man who was besieging and killing Ning Que with Lin Ling, who was in the realm of the top grade of the Cave Xuan, glanced indifferently at the rune that could be condensed with only a few strokes, and a trace of contempt appeared in his eyes.

A half-finished rune was nothing more than a threat to him.

But at this moment, a light sigh sounded from the camp, and the next moment, a figure appeared beside Mo Shanshan.

He was wearing the clothes of a disciple of Mochi Yuan, and he was wearing the veiled hat that Mo Shanshan usually carried, and no one knew who he was and what he was going to do at the moment.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, he naturally held Mo Shanshan's hand engraved with the rune.

With her hand, she continued to carve this uncertain rune.

Moshan Mountain also

There was not the slightest resistance.

I don't know if it's because of the joint efforts of the two, compared to the difficulty of Fang Cai, it looks extremely relaxed at the moment, and there is an indescribable beauty.

However, in a moment's time, the incomplete amorphous rune was instantly complete.

The powerful talisman condensed the huge heaven and earth vitality around it, as if it had turned into a huge grinding plate.

Gently swept past more than 100 horse thieves, and more than 100 horse thieves were crushed into pulp under a terrifying force, and then rushed towards the withered old man who knew his fate realm unabated.

The withered old man's expression changed drastically, the speed of the complete rune was too fast and the strength was too strong, even if he spared his life to kill Ning Que, it would be too late to kill Ning Que before the rune arrived.

Therefore, he could only stop and chose to defend.

And in the face of such a strong and somewhat extraordinary amorphous talisman, he actually didn't have much confidence to stop it.

On the other side, without the help of a strong person who knows his fate, although Lin Ling in the upper realm of Dongxuan can temporarily suppress Ning Que, it is impossible to kill Ning Que. ….

The horse thieves have also been damaged by now, and there are only a few dozen left, and it seems that this attack can only end here.

Not far away, the masked man in the cloak quietly watched the battlefield, his gaze crossed Ning Que, and fell on the veiled man who suddenly appeared.

Today, if there is no such person, it is better to die than to die.

There was a look of struggle in his cold eyes, and the powerful power surged in his body, and finally slowly subsided.

He gave the man a deep look and quietly retreated.

Xu Chuan slowly fell from the sky with the weak Moshan Mountain in his arms, and looked at the place where the masked man disappeared, and his expression was not wavering.

At the same time, the uncertain rune finally fell.

After the withered old man resisted for a moment, he instantly realized that the power of this rune was a little unreasonable.

Although he is old, he knows his fate after all, but even so, with his lifelong cultivation to contend with it, he can only watch the grinding disc turned by the vitality of heaven and earth crush towards him.

Rumble!

His withered body exploded under the terrifying force, leaving only an unwilling howl that echoed over the wasteland.

The corners of Lin Ling's eyes twitched, and at the same time, he had already noticed the disappearance of the masked man, and he was a little lost and a little relieved.

A look of determination appeared in his eyes, and he lifted his life's mental power and turned into an invisible qi sword and stabbed at Ning Que.

A great master of the Cave Xuan Upper Realm struck a desperate blow, and the power of this sword had already touched the level of knowing fate.

The air was pierced, a sneering sound was emitted, and the light and shadow were all off at this moment.

Ning Que had just woken up from the pinprick pain when he saw this extremely terrifying qi sword.

He subconsciously wanted to pull out the big black umbrella behind him, but with his movements, before the umbrella was opened, the sword would reach him.

And with his mental power at the moment, it was difficult to block the sacrificial blow of a great master of the Cave Xuan Upper Realm.

But he didn't panic or fear.

He believed that since Xu Chuan had already made a move, he would not watch him die here.

In the center of the broken frame fragments, Xu Chuan hugged Mo Shanshan's slender waist, Mo Shanshan's hair was messy, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was weakly half nestled in his arms, and neither of them seemed to feel that there was anything wrong with this posture.

As if sensing Ning Que's crisis at this moment, Xu Chuan raised his head slightly, and under the fluctuation of his telekinesis, a whirlpool appeared in front of Ning Que.

easily shattered the qi sword that Lin Ling had turned into with his life's mental power.

Lin Ling suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, he glanced at Xu Chuan unwillingly, and then chose to kill himself without hesitation.

And in order to hide his identity, he chose the most ruthless means, forcibly squeezing out a trace of mental power and detonating it in his mind.

So, with a muffled bang, his head exploded instantly.

In the rain of blood, his tall body fell to the ground with a bang.

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