Alone, Xiao Chen walked along the mountain road to the mountain of Forgotten Return, the torrential rain had completely soaked the clothes in Xiao Chen's armor, but Xiao Chen frowned and said nothing.

Finally came to the mountainside, looking at the wide Xiao Ding tomb in front of him, Xiao Chen sat down and couldn't help but complain:

"I know you love to drink, but I'm busy today, so I didn't bring you a fire."

The tomb was silent, except for the crackling of raindrops on the yellow leaves and branches of the dead trees in late autumn.

The huge sound of rushing and killing came from a distance, and looked in the direction where the sound came, only to see dense soldiers like ants who were not afraid of death and launched another charge towards the Yong'an city wall, and in the distance, four catapults smashed one boulder after another towards Yong'an under the control of dozens of Qianguo soldiers.

The Yong'an City Tower was covered with black armor, and some soldiers were hit by huge stones and were directly swallowed for their lives.

But even so, the black-armored soldiers still struggled to pull the giant crossbow and strong bow, blocking the attack of the soldiers of the Qianguo.

Above and below the white wall, people fell one stubble after another, and that feeling was like the people harvesting wheat in autumn.

Even though the rain was pouring down in the sky, the rain inside and outside the white walls still couldn't dilute the bright red. The vast land seemed to be covered with a red carpet, majestic and miserable.

"White walls and black armor, father, I finally saw it." Xiao Chen muttered to himself, standing on the Forgotten Mountain, he was stunned.

Four huge catapults are like four demons from hell, wantonly harvesting the lives of the black armor of the castle tower.

Xue Wuxing and Zhang Gu did not sit still, and then Xiao Chen saw four old figures without black armor rising from within the white wall and heading straight for the four catapults.

Flying in the sky, that strength has reached the realm of Sanhua, think about it, that is the means hidden by Zhang Gu of the Qunying Pavilion, Xiao Chen still remembers what Zhang Gu said.

These people are half of their bodies into the loess, if it weren't for the special situation of Yong'an, they probably wouldn't have come to this troubled water. With their cultivation and means, even if the city of Yong'an is broken, how can they protect themselves in a stable old age, right?

Xiao Chen thought a little distracted, several people had already come to the catapult, and the strong people of Sanhua were no longer ordinary soldiers who could deal with them.

Although a few people were drooping and old, countless soldiers were knocked back with a wave of their big sleeves.

The Qianguo side hurriedly set up a bow and shot arrows, trying to stop these old horsemen, so Xiao Chen saw a strange scene.

An old man swiped into the void with both hands, and dozens of meters with the old man as the center became a forbidden place for rain and arrows, countless arrows just flew high, and after touching a certain field, they stopped straight away, and then fell back to the ground weakly.

Without the support of the catapults, the pressure on the soldiers who charged head-on increased greatly, and only four people made the Qianguo side chaotic.

Xiao Chen was even thinking that if it went on like this, I was afraid that just those four old men who were like gods would be enough to force back the army of the Qianguo.

After all, soldiers are ordinary people, so how can they be compared to gods?

It's always nice to think, just the next moment, there were four black-robed people stepping into the void at the same time.

The Qianguo side sent a guard and fought with the four old men in an instant.

As for the strength of the guards, Xiao Chen, who has experienced many times, knows that it is terrifying, each of them has the strength of at least three flowers, and most of them are still under the four old men.

In just three rounds, an old man was stabbed in the chest with a knife, and then fell weakly from the void, and was trampled into flesh by the dense war horses below.

Not everyone is Zhang Gu, and not everyone can deal with the guards.

As an old man fell into the void, Xiao Chen's heart suddenly tugged, and the land of Yong'an owed another favor.

Although the other three old men were slightly stronger, in the face of the siege of the four, the decline became more and more obvious, and the defeat seemed to be a sure thing.

Xiao Chen suddenly stretched out his hand and held the Yangchen sword behind his back, this moment seemed to be a blessing to his soul, Xiao Chen suddenly felt that his vision began to become a little wider, and then the field of vision became higher and higher, farther and farther.

At this time, he was like a god born from the fugue, quietly overlooking the entire land of Yong'an from above the nine heavens.

Through this vision, Xiao Chen saw the two armies that had been stationed in the rear of Yong'an for a long time, waiting for the battle situation, they added up to seventy or eighty thousand, if it was to help Yong'an, the battle of Yong'an would not be so difficult at all.

But the two armies stayed in place tacitly, but it was the unexpected tacit understanding of the leading commander, who climbed the mountain one after another, quietly watching the battle on the white wall in the distance.

……

In a mountain forest outside the white wall, an elite iron cavalry of hundreds of people was quietly hiding in the woods, and the leader of a man with a sword had cold eyes, also staring at the battlefield in front of him.

It's just that when Xiao Chen's gaze swept over, the face of the negative sword was cold, and the man seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly glanced in the direction of the void.

The sky was full of raindrops the size of soybeans, the man looked lonely, retracted his gaze, the man shook his head slightly, but there was still a thick suspicion between his eyebrows.

……

Enlightenment Mountain, the blood slaughter was a bit scoundrel sitting on the stone steps of Enlightenment Mountain, Ye Han stood at the mountain gate, looked at the big man in front of him coldly, and said coldly:

"Blood slaughter, do you have to stop me today?"

Blood Maniac Tu picked at his teeth and glanced at Ye Han with disdain: "Go out?" You're going to Yong'an, right? ”

Ye Han didn't speak, but the expression on his face had betrayed everything.

Blood Slaughter continued: "Coincidentally, I was entrusted by others, in fact, Shangwu Dao Mountain is not a duel with that Li Taibai, it is precisely to stop your master and apprentice, of course, you can rest assured, I will only stop this moment, until the curtain of the Yong'an battle ends, where you like to go, it has nothing to do with Lao Tzu." ”

Ye Han was suddenly a little angry, and took a step forward and said, "Do you have to taste the power of my Tibetan Feng again?" ”

Blood Slaughter's eyes narrowed, and a faint killing intent was exposed:

"Your style of Zang Feng is indeed good, but if it really starts, I guarantee that you will die first, the power of the grandmaster, how can you imagine, otherwise, if you look at your master who cultivates the Supreme Dao, how dare you help you?"

Ye Han clenched his fists, and his face showed urgency.

The battle of Yong'an had already begun, but he was dragged to death by the bloody slaughter, and he was worried that if it went on like this, Xiao Chen would be in danger.

But at this moment, a faint breeze suddenly blew in the void, and with it, there was an ethereal sound.

"Senior brother, lend me a sword......"