The garrison fortress of Huangwei Mountain is already full of devastation, and the black dragon of the Khitan national fortune that is almost integrated with the night directly pounces on Zhao Zhengli, and the black flames of several feet of body are surging, it is urging the origin to prevent the occurrence of variables.

Yeluhe and Dahe Luohan below also attacked and killed at the same time.

The speed of the two and one dragon was extremely fast, leaving an afterimage in the night sky.

Although Zhao Zhengli was prepared earlier, he was inexplicably powerless at this moment, so he had to instinctively move back.

In this way, the four phantoms moved out of the garrison fortress in an instant, and the towering stone walls shattered and collapsed like papier-mâché.

In the night sky in the south, a purple light suddenly appeared, and the speed reached almost in the blink of an eye, and then only the earth-shaking sound of swords could be heard.

"Poof!"

"Roar~"

The purple light pierced through the black dragon's head, and the body of several zhang was rushed out dozens of miles away by the powerful inertia, and fell heavily to the edge of the ten-mile forbidden area, and the night sky resounded with the dragon's roar and wail.

The Khitan soldiers and Liu Dawei were so shocked by this scene that they forgot to fight, and from a distance, a black dragon on the border between the two countries struggled, and the huge head was inserted by a purple sword, and the purple arrogance filled the sky, and the coercion that defied everything made the people present humble as ants.

Even the three Grandmaster powerhouses were no exception, and they were weak for no reason under this coercion.

The sudden change made the three of them defenseless, and Yeluhe and Dahe Luohan immediately retreated to keep what they thought were safe distances, but their limbs were unpleasant to roll and crawl, and their movements were embarrassed and panicked.

Zhao Zhengli also repeated the repetition of the retreat, and the overwhelming pressure that was similar to Tianwei felt fear from his bones.

After everyone distanced themselves, they looked at the forbidden area on the border between the two countries again, and the black dragon blessed by the Khitan national fortune slowly turned into black mist and dissipated, leaving only the bamboo sword glowing with purple gas.

At the same time, the northern Khitan land trembled slightly, and the dragon wailing could be faintly heard.

In the Khitan camp where the two armies were opposed, the great master Yelu Xiao paced back and forth in the tent, and when he heard the wail of the national luck dragon in the rear, and the purple sky that had just disappeared in a flash, he seemed to expect the end.

The white-bearded and silver-haired old man with a goatee was solemn for the first time, and after a long time, he muttered, "Could it be that there is really a land immortal in Qingguo?"

Immediately, he felt that the situation was wrong, his brows furrowed a little tighter, he closed his eyes and stared for a moment, and suddenly opened his eyes: "Raise a sword with a god?"

His eyebrows gradually stretched, and he looked at the southeast direction of Qingguo through the moonlight and said to himself, "Presumably you have been preparing this sword for fifty or sixty years, right?" Qingcheng Daoist Feng Zifeng!"

Surprisingly, a faint voice responded from the air: "I didn't talk about preparation, I just happened to catch up!"

The sudden voice really startled the great master, and he couldn't hide his shock: "You...... Did you really take that step?"

A humble tone came from the air again: "It's not easy to say, I can only say that I have barely touched the threshold!"

Yelu Xiao's tall and emaciated body almost stumbled, this is clearly a naked show-off, you must know that threshold is the goal that many great masters have pursued all their lives! Including him, the other party said, "I can barely touch it!" , for a moment he was speechless.

In the night sky, there was another elder-like teaching: "If you want to say wow, old bones like us should honestly seek immortals and ask, don't chase fame and fortune with those juniors in the world!" There are so many passions in the world, but in the end they are all empty!"

Yelu Xiao did not respond, staring at the night sky, the voice lingered in his ears, not that he listened to the "persuasion" of the Qingcheng Daoist, but that he seemed to see that the Khitan army's iron hooves were becoming more and more difficult to move south.

The great master Yelu Xiao lost his mind for a moment, turned his head and sighed heavily, and returned to the camp tent.

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The purple sword on the border between the two countries in Huangwei Mountain is slowly losing its purple vastness until it becomes completely ordinary, and it is a bamboo sword sharpened by purple bamboo.

The ragged Zhao Zhengli's pupils were slightly stunned, he was familiar with this sword, it was the purple bamboo sword carried by the senior brother in charge, and a warmth rose in his heart.

Zhao Zhengli turned his head to look at Yeluhe and Dahe Luohan not far away, the luck dragon was beheaded, which made him feel relieved, and then he gave a salute in the direction of Qingcheng Mountain, and picked up the purple with one hand. Yang Sword, the other hand wiped the residue between the mouth and nose

Foaming blood, his eyes became stiff, like a beast ready to attack.

Yeluhe and Dahe Luohan's eyes briefly exchanged, even if he recognized the terrifying strength that Zhao Zhengli had shown before, the two of them were also top-notch in the same realm, and now Zhao Zhengli was alone, far less than the original Lanshan who didn't know the details, and it was two against one, and the two of them naturally had a better chance of winning.

As for his subordinates, the remaining Khitan soldiers alone can be dragged down.

Thinking of this, the fighting spirit of the two Khitan grandmasters and powerhouses gradually increased.

Yeluhe danced his halberd, and Dahe Rohan swung his spear, and the two took the initiative to attack on the left and right.

Zhao Zhengli let the two of them attack left and right, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, like madness and arrogance.

He also responded immediately, sealing with his left hand, wielding a sword with his right hand, and the ragged clothes on his body danced wildly with the unkempt and broken hair, and his true qi was like a stormy wave, wave after wave.

"Bang bang bang!"

The three of them collided in a flash of lightning, smashing a large hole into the ground.

In the pit, Zhao Zhengli did not move, with a crazy expression, he imprisoned the spear with his true qi in one hand, and blocked the halberd with the purple sword in the other, and the other end of the two sharp weapons was naturally the two Khitan masters.

The two were not surprised, and were ready for a second blow.

"Boom!"

With the finger as the sword, the real qi turns into the palm.

Close fighting is skill and agility, Zhao Zhengli is restrained with both hands, being passive, in the face of the left and right attack of a finger and a palm, he stepped on the ground with both feet, like a frightened bird soaring, spinning in mid-air to avoid, and then by falling left and right barbs and kicking two feet, respectively, falling on the shoulders of the two, at the critical moment, the two instinctively raised their hands to block, only to hear the "bang" two sounds, the two retreated a few meters away.

Zhao Zhengli, who had not yet landed, followed the rotation of his body and pulled the purple sword, sweeping out countless sword qi and radiating in all directions.

"Bang bang!"

The two who retreated hurriedly possessed their true qi, so as to avoid being injured by the ten thousand sword qi, Xiao is so, and the two of them also suffered sword wounds of different shades.

All this happened in an instant, and Zhao Zhengli dragged his injured body to perform a series of sword moves, which made him physically and mentally exhausted.

This subtle change, Yeluhe and Dahe Luohan were aware of it, and they didn't care about the sword wounds all over their bodies, and swept off again.

The garrison fortress turned into a mountain full of true qi, and the sound of fighting was heard in the night.

"Bang!"

Zhao Zhengli flew upside down for a few feet.

"Boom! Boom!"

Yelu Crane and Dahe Luo Khan flew several meters sideways.

The three of them fought so repeatedly and tirelessly, the rolling dust mixed with true qi, swords, and the sound of fists and feet to flesh, and the sound of ping pong clash with sharp weapons.

This is a bitter battle between the strong grandmasters, and the soldiers in the distance are also fighting hard, dozens of people besiege Liu Dawei, no matter how fierce he is, after all, he will be tired, tired, and desperate.

He was covered in blood, his eyes were crimson, and he was almost crazy to fight between the Khitan soldiers, and the devil's eyes swept his eyes at the young Zhao Duwei, who was also fighting frantically, and finally locked on to Xu Liang in the distance, the former comrade-in-arms, it was he who betrayed Qingguo, it was he who leaked his whereabouts, causing dozens of brothers to live and die without knowing, and now he and Lord Duwei are even more deeply encircled.

He had hatred, anger, anger, and sorrow in his heart, holding the intercepted sharp weapon, and screamed hysterically and rushed forward: "Xu Liang, you villain, will die soon!"

He felt the helplessness and despair of this battle, and vowed to fight his last breath to destroy the rebel Xu Liang.

How could Xu Liang's thin physique compete with it, his roar alone was so frightened that his soul was not possessed, but fortunately, his friend had dozens of Khitan soldiers in front of him.

The strong man Liu Dawei was once again surrounded by him, he was unwilling to fight, and roared wildly.

It's not that he's afraid of death, it's that it's hard to accept betrayal from his teammates.

"Bang~"

Zhao Zhengli, who killed the red eye, slashed out a sword qi dozens of zhang long, and the night was like day in an instant, this was one of the few outlaw battles since he came out of the rivers and lakes, and the battle with the first national division of Tubo on the way from Shu to the capital was not so crazy, because the premise of that time was that he was poisoned by the old woman of Nanzhao to exchange his life, and this time he was at the peak

Although he was injured by the luck dragon earlier, he did not hurt the root cause after all, which shows the danger of this battle.

Also surprised are Yeluhe and Dahe Luohan, you must know that they are working together to encircle and kill, and the two of them are equipped with subtle formations, and the strength of the two is perfectly displayed, which can be called a hundred secrets, and it is difficult to imagine the scene when they are single-handed.

The more I think about it, the more afraid I become, such a character will definitely become a big disaster for Khitan in the future, and even if he fights for half his life, he can't be spared.

This is the worst plan for the two of them, but they tried their best to get half an advantage, and the two sides stayed up for half a night between five and five.

The sky of Huangwei Mountain has a white belly, and the garrison fortress has long been razed to the ground, and the mottled mountain is full of sores.

There was a fight on the huge battlefield, and when I looked at it, it was Zhao Zhengli and Khitan, the two strong masters who had been fighting for half a night.

It's just that there is no monstrous transformation true qi last night, and there is no original terrifying technique, the three of them are unclothed, scuffling in the mud, like gangsters in the village and alleys, every move is out of order.

As for the Khitan soldiers, Liu Dawei and others were completely gone, and on closer inspection, they fell into a piece on the edge of the dust, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

The sky is getting white, the earth is bright, and there is a white spot moving at the end of Huangwei Mountain.

A little closer, it was a white-robed young man riding a bad horse, facing the red early sun, and from time to time a head poked out of his back to look around, muttering: "Sixth Emperor Brother, we have killed dozens of Khitan soldiers along the way, why don't we see their assistance?" It stands to reason that the garrison fortress is nearby, right? Why don't you see the stone wall and stone village?"

The white-robed young man did not respond, because he was equally confused, and his handsome face looked around with a frown.

When the two of them came to the garrison fortress five miles away, they looked at the dilapidated mountain in front of them, and the corpses everywhere were shocking, and when they saw three unknown objects wriggling in the distance, they were subconsciously vigilant.

Looking at the three people who had blended into the mud and dust, the white-robed young man turned over and dismounted, and took a spear from his hand to approach vigilantly.

Although the three clay figures who were scuffling in the mud were exhausted, the realm of the grandmaster was still the same, and when they noticed someone approaching, their respective conditioned reflexes bounced off and looked towards the comer.

The four pairs of eyes looked at each other in the air, surprised and delighted.

"Brother Zhao, is that you?"

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