Lu Xingyu's face was pale, and he was obviously not lightly injured.

The distant stars are faint, and the four fields are silent.

"Sect Master, are you okay!" Yanyun saw that Lu Xingyu's face was not good, and knew that he had also fallen for Mu Fengji's move.

Lu Xingyu shook his head and said, "It's okay." ”

Although it was fine, he suddenly coughed up a trace of blood.

Yanyun was startled, but he didn't dare to speak. Lu Xingyu indifferently wiped away the bloodstains, and he was never seen by others again.

And at this moment, Xuan Liu, who was beside Mu Fengchen, gritted his teeth, and hated to peel off his skin and bones.

"Great Wilderness Sword Venerable, I think it's just a waste of fame, so it's just two times. Mrs. Hua Qiong squatted down beside Mu Fengjian, fiddling with him for a while, covering her mouth and laughing.

And Xuanliu's palms secretly accumulated strength, and suddenly slashed his palms towards Mu Feng's face.

Hua Qiong was shocked by his actions, grabbed his wrist, stood up and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm going to kill him!" Xuanliu's eyes were full of anger, and he shook Hua Qiong with a loud shout, and wanted to make a move, but a supreme divine power came from his shoulder and held him down.

It was Lu Xingyu who stopped it!

"Confused! How could he kill him if you say so?" Yanyun pointed at Xuanliu and scolded, and then said to Lu Xingyu: "The army's food and grass are no longer enough for a day, and now that the morale is low, it is impossible to prevent the forcible siege of the city. ”

"What do you mean?" Lu Xingyu's eyebrows gathered slightly, and he withdrew the Red Refining Star Luo into his big sleeve.

Yanyun hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I have two strategies, and I can choose between the sect leader. ”

"Let's talk about it first. Lu Xingyu stretched out his robe, and someone behind him brought a big chair to help him sit down.

"Return the troops to Zitong, wait for the replenishment of grain and grass, prepare the three armies, and then make plans. ”

"What's next?" he asked, with a cold glint in his eyes, in a low voice.

"The old trick is repeated, this time with Mu Feng's marks as bait, laying a net of heaven and earth waiting for them to rescue. ”

"The last time I let those monkeys go because I listened to you. Xuan Liudang even disagreed.

"This time is different from the last time, we were not fully prepared last time, and I didn't expect that there would be too many masters mixed in with them. This time, the sect leader is in charge, and I propose to set up the Nebula Five Tribulation Array, and discipline them to die one by one, and two to die with a pair. Yanyun glanced at Xuanliu and tilted his head slightly to show confidence.

"The master of Taishangguan?" Lu Xingyu asked with a serious face and a curled hair.

"Yes, isn't that ink escape technique from Zhongzhou Taishangguan!" as soon as he reminded him, Lu Xingyu suddenly remembered the person who rescued Song Youshen that day. Then he nodded slightly, "I remember." ”

"But the sect leader doesn't have to worry, that **** casting spell to summon the Xuanwu God must have cost a lot, seeing that he is old, even if he doesn't die, there is only half a breath left in such a toss, and there is nothing to be afraid of. ”

"Okay! According to what you said, take Mu Fengji down first. Set up the Nebula Five Tribulation Array and wait for them to attack. But I have one more step to add...... cough cough ......" Lu Xingyu coughed violently for a while before he finished speaking, and the people on both sides hurriedly helped him smooth his breath.

"Go down first, and let me make arrangements for this." Lu Xingyu was in a very bad state, and waved his hand to signal everyone to retreat first.

"Wait!" Yan Yun suddenly waved his hand again: "Mu Feng has been hit by the Sect Master's Burning Sky Sword Style, and his injuries are too serious, if he dies, he will not be able to be used as a bait." ”

"Rest assured, he's not dying that easily. Lu Xingyu glanced at Mu Feng's marks on the ground and said calmly.

At this time, Mo Yiyue, who was in Jiangzhou City, suddenly felt a feeling of boredom in her chest and fidgeted.

It was already late at night and Mu Yuncheng hadn't come back, and he faintly felt that something was wrong.

"An hour to go to the Withered Grass Rock is enough to go back and forth, and even if he looks around, he should go back when it gets dark. I haven't returned to the camp yet, I'm afraid there will be an accident!"

The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, Mu Yuncheng took Lu Xiao with him, if he encountered something a little more difficult, the two of them would never be opponents.

The men and horses he sent to the Withered Grass Rock to find it before the night, thinking that it was time to come back at this time.

Sure enough, there was a neighing of horses outside the tent.

The deputy envoy was dressed in armor and hurriedly entered the tent.

"Why, you didn't find it?" Seeing him come in alone, Mo Yiyue guessed a little.

The deputy envoy nodded, but said nothing more.

"There is General Lao, if there is nothing else to do, let's rest early. He sat down on the ground in disappointment, and a headache loomed over him.

At this moment, a sudden shout came from outside, although the sound had deteriorated, but it was very familiar.

"Yuncheng!" Mo Yiyue ran out of the camp tent, and sure enough, she saw a blue sword carrying Mu Yuncheng swaying and flying from above.

Hearing Mo Yiyue's call, Mu Yuncheng didn't dare to look down, so he had to stand on the sword and shout loudly: "Yiyue help!"

He was very drunk and knew that he was in a safe place. Then he turned around and slowly fell.

Mo Yiyue then paused on one foot, flew up in a whirlwind, and dropped him from his sword.

Mu Yuncheng was shocked, but suddenly cried: "Father, father is still trapped in the Xinghai Sect, I still have to save him!"

Mo Yiyue was taken aback when she heard this, seeing that he was covered in blood, she knew that there must have been many twists and turns in the middle.

At this moment, he was drunk and hung beside Mu Yuncheng, emitting a dazzling blue light.

Mo Yiyue recognized that she was drunk, which showed that Mu Yuncheng's words were true. They must have been besieged by the Xinghai Sect, so Uncle Mu was drunk and desperately sent Mu Yuncheng out.

"Uncle has been arrested by them?" Mo Yiyue, who wanted to save him at night, hurriedly asked Mu Yuncheng.

Mu Yuncheng shook his head, indicating that he didn't know, but depending on the situation, it was also unlucky.

"In this way, it is better for you to rest for the night first, and we will also give the uncle some time. If he escapes, he will come back to find us. If we don't come back before dawn, we'll go and save them together. He said this, and Mu Yuncheng agreed, but it was precisely because of waiting that the Xinghai Sect was given time to set up the Nebula Five Tribulation Formation.

Mo Yiyue hadn't had a good rest in the tent in the past few days, and it happened that Mu Yuncheng came back tonight, so he went back to the hall with Mu Yuncheng to rest. After all, it was quiet there, just because I slept very lightly at night, and I couldn't sleep well in the barracks at all.

The hall was closed, and the two had to knock on the door and call for the night watch to open it.

When he returned to the room, Mu Yuncheng washed up and fell asleep, Mo Yiyue didn't know how much he had suffered, but he felt that he was exhausted, and he fell asleep.

But what about Lu Xiao, who went out with him?

Outside the window, the starlight was soft and shimmering.

Mu Yuncheng dreamed that his father was tied to a wooden stake and tortured by countless cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, and was humiliated.

There were Hua Qiong, Xuanliu, Heihe, Yanyun and others around him, laughing wildly. The mad laughter and terrifying expression made Mu Yuncheng tremble.

Suddenly, Xuanliu took out a bright short knife and stabbed it towards Mu Fengji's chest.

"Ah, Daddy!" he woke up from his nightmare, oozing cold sweat.

When I looked out, it was already white outside the window, and it was almost dawn.

And Mo Yiyue's bed next to him was empty, presumably she had already gotten up and rushed to the barracks.

Mu Yuncheng sat up with his forehead in his hands, and the night passed, but his father still did not come back.

And the drunken had lost its luster at this time, and fell on his pillow, becoming no different from an ordinary blade, no longer as agile as before.

This dream, can't it be true......