The big black horse galloped out of the long street, and no one dared to stop it, leaving only a cloud of smoke and dust. Out of the city and dozens of miles, only to see the smoke and waves, the lake wind is coming, it is close to Daze, the big black horse has not slowed down, the four hooves are like flying, stepping on the stones and grass to continue to move forward, jumping high on the shore, and when it falls, it will arrive at a Southern Jin Dynasty naval division warship a few zhang away.

The sound of countless splashes sounded, and the officers and soldiers of the Southern Jin Dynasty Naval Division on the warship dared to stay, and jumped into the lake one after another, not caring that the lake water was still a little cold in early summer.

The officers and men of the Southern Jin Dynasty Naval Division who were undulating in the lake, as well as the people not far away, all looked at the warship and the big black horse on the deck, and their frightened eyes did not have the idea of watching a good show.

Ning Que turned over and dismounted, reached out and took out a few pale yellow rune papers in the bag next to the saddle, and pasted them on both sides of the deck of the warship very casually, only to see his fingers flick, the rune paper gradually faded, as if it was burned, and it seemed to be melted by the lake wind, a not very powerful but very stable and lasting rune, suddenly enveloped the entire warship, the heaven and earth vitality within a few miles above the lake responded to the call, the sails were blown by the wind, the hull shook slightly, and began to move.

More than 10,000 officers and soldiers of the Southern Jin Dynasty Navy Division saw this scene, dumbfounded, never thought that there were really people in the world who could drive such a heavy warship on their own, and the next moment, they began to guess again, how Ning Que controlled the draft and direction of the warship, in short, the situation was extremely complicated.

Ning Que ignored the draft of the warship, the water of Daze Lake is extremely deep, as long as he bypasses those reeds and Shazhou that can be seen with the naked eye, there will basically be no big problem, as for the course, it is also very simple, he only needs the boat to go south, as for where the specific landing place is, he doesn't care, because the south is the Southern Jin.

He had already prepared the rune paper in Chang'an City, summoned the vitality of heaven and earth to boost, the warship sailed extremely fast, and the heavy sails were shaken by the lake breeze, but fortunately, there was no leakage, and he boarded the ship from the south of Qinghe County until he finally arrived at the shore of the south, passing through the entire Daze, and the twilight began to come, but it only took half a day.

Although the Southern Jin Dynasty was repeatedly troubled, after all, it was the second most powerful country in the Central Plains after Tang, and the reaction speed from the imperial court to the military was extremely fast, and it was already ready for his arrival, countless cavalry surrounded the dock called Taiye County, and there were hundreds of cultivators, hiding in the woods on both sides of the official road, waiting for an order to make a move.

Ning Que knew very well what was waiting for him, but he didn't mean to hide his traces, he rode on the big black horse, and continued to go south with a blank face, and strangely, no one made a move on him for a long time.

The cavalry and cultivators of the Southern Jin Dynasty, because of his name and the iron bow on his shoulder, didn't even have the courage to make a move, and could only watch him move forward, the fact that he was extremely cold.

More than 100 miles to the south, a stubborn and arrogant mountain like an ancient sword can be faintly seen in the distance, which is the former holy place of cultivation - the Sword Pavilion of the Southern Jin Dynasty. Looking at the Sword Pavilion, thinking of the proud swordsmen who had been enemies and companions, Ning Que stretched out his hand to let the big black horse stop, and after a moment of silence, he looked at the Southern Jin cavalry and cultivators around him who looked vigilant and uneasy, and said, "I will stay here for a while. ”

When the snow fell, he jumped from Chang'an City and disappeared into the world, and few people knew that he secretly sneaked to the Beida camp, and secretly planned with General Xu Chi and the fourth senior brother to destroy the Golden Horde. When he and the academy and the Tang army finally defeated the Golden Horde in Weicheng, he stayed for a few days to step on the blood and write the talisman, and then did not make any stops, to the southern border of the Tang Kingdom, out of the Qingxia, kill Hengmu, and go down to the Dingqing River in Yangzhou Prefecture, carefully calculated, he ran thousands of miles to kill, a hundred days without sleep, his spirit and body were already exhausted to the extreme, but he still moved forward, it seemed that something was urging him to speed up, as if he was racing against someone to speed.

Today, in the territory of the Southern Jin Dynasty, where he could see the Sword Pavilion from afar, he suddenly stopped and told everyone in the world that he would stay here for a while, which was very surprising.

The cavalry and cultivators of the Southern Jin Dynasty looked at him on the black horse with complicated feelings, looked at the tired and haggard appearance on his pale cheeks, and silently thought in their hearts, are you still tired at last? The rumored Thirteenth Mr. of the Academy, who takes pleasure in killing people and is close to demons...... After killing so many people, you are tired of killing and want to stop?

As long as anything lasts too long, or the frequency of occurrence is too high, it will eventually make people tired of life, and those who don't get tired of each other, except for Ning Que and Sangsang, there is only Jingting Mountain.

The temperature in the south is relatively higher, and in the fields and hills on both sides of the river, the heat is unbearable, and the temple coalition and the great river ** team, who have been facing each other here for a long time, have long been tired of it to the extreme, so that even the remains of those dead comrades on the battlefield can hardly arouse their blood and battle**.

A slender and slightly curved sword was carefully wiped by the white silk, and the slight blood left by the enemy on it in the early morning was wiped clean, and the sword body reflected the green mountains behind him, which looked very beautiful.

The lynx girl rubbed her sword quietly, the delicate and happy little girl back then, now married to a wife, and then became the calmest or cold-blooded swordsman on the battlefield, the most terrifying place on the battlefield, in addition to being annoying, is also easy to train people, or change people.

Zhu Zhihua stood behind her, looking at the temple coalition military camp a few miles away, frowning slightly, never thinking about why the great priest of the South China Sea would let the army set up a formation against the river, even if that person has been fishing in the South China Sea all the year round and is completely ignorant of military affairs, but there will never be a shortage of real military masters in the temple.

Her eyes were pierced by the light reflected by Xiujian, and she couldn't help but squint her eyes, looking at the Tmall Girl, with a touch of pity in her eyes, the man newly married by the Tmall Girl died in a raid by the temple powerhouse more than ten days ago, and the bride became a new widow, although the little girl was calm, anyone could see the pain and anger she hidden.

The guardians of the Great River Nation have changed from sages to queens, and the women who wear swords at their waists in the Ink Pond Garden have always been symbols of the country's courage and virtue. In this tragic war, the disciples of Mochi Yuan have always rushed to kill in the most difficult and tragic places, if it weren't for their support, the Xiling Temple coalition army, which has a larger number of cultivation powerhouses, is afraid that they would have successfully broken through this defense line and entered the hinterland of the Great River Country.

Of course, the main reason why Zhihua and Lynx women can fight so confidently is that dozens of feet behind them, there are two big chariots standing quietly side by side.

A royal chariot surrounded by a snow-white veil, a god chariot surrounded by a blood-red veil - Wang chariot is naturally the current queen of the Great River Kingdom, Moshan Mountain, and the god chariot sitting in the chariot is naturally the chief priest Ye Hongyu.

There is also a god in the hills on the south bank of the river, and the god belongs to the ** sea - the seat of the Xiling Temple of the Heavenly Oracle Temple has been empty for a long time, and many people think that the ** sea, which is deeply trusted by the Lord, will take over this position, but they didn't expect the war to come so quickly, and the succession ceremony of the Heavenly Oracle Divine Throne has no time to be held, so ** Hai is now only leading the coalition army with the false title of the great priest of Xiling.

Zhu Zhihua was very puzzled why the temple coalition army was camped, ** Hai, the great priest of the South China Sea, seemed to be not afraid to show his poor military ability to the entire southern continent, in fact, this fisherman-born adult was extremely old and spicy on the battlefield, and some time ago he successfully dragged the army of the Great River Country into a trap, if it weren't for the fact that more than a hundred temple cavalry loyal to Ye Hongyu suddenly rebelled on the battlefield, Dahe would have suffered heavy losses.

The news of Ning Que's two battles in Weicheng and Yangzhou has not yet reached here, but the role of the real strong in the war has become more and more obvious, and it has gradually become an indisputable fact.

If the Great River Kingdom wants to survive under the terrifying pressure of the Xiling Temple Alliance, it must find a way to kill the ** sea, at least threaten him, so that he cannot focus on the battlefield.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhihua turned around and looked at the two chariots - the queen naturally can't enter the battlefield lightly, but what about the strong man in that chariot?

"The Judgment Throne has not moved, it seems that she has guessed something......"

In the hills on the bank of the big river, in front of the god chariot who was heavily protected by more than a thousand Xiling Temple apologetic cavalry, **Hai held his hands, looked at the two chariots at the ** camp of the big river in the distance, frowned slightly and said: "If she has already guessed, then Ning Que may be able to guess, after all, they are two people who are very similar." ”

The situation of the Great River is difficult, and his situation is actually very difficult from the beginning - with Ye Hongyu's crazy fighting ability, coupled with the profound Queen of the Great River Country, if the other party really sacrifices his life to attack, then I am afraid that there is an eighty percent chance that his life will be buried on the bank of this yellow Nu River.

So he let the Xiling Temple coalition army line up with his back, seemingly desperate, and it seemed that because of his judgment of the situation, he made an attitude of inviting Ye Hongyu and Mo Shanshan to kill him, but in fact it was not.

This great priest of the South China Sea, who bears the responsibility of the temple's southward journey, has a thin and swarthy face as it was back then, and is silent, like the surging yellow turbid river under the hills behind him, and there is no need for words to thunder.

He rarely talks to himself, and at this time he is not talking to himself, but to people.

Ning Que didn't continue south, it seemed that he had really guessed something. ”

A dull voice sounded in the god's chariot, the river wind blew the curtain, and a curtain of light was faintly visible, and there was a figure behind the curtain, which was Xiong Chumo, the head of the Xiling Temple.

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(Although it is easy to type, it is difficult to code words, and it is written and updated...... I won't revise it today, write more, and I won't ask for a monthly pass, make up for it, write more or less, and strive to get everyone a reform evaluation in the end, or praise a handsome word, thank you. (To be continued.)