This game of chess is still at the end, not over yet, Zhibai Zema stood at the end, looking at the two sergeants in front of him, Jiang Linyu rode alone and stopped in front of Bai Luoti.

Mr. Four's strength should be in the top ten of the grass yellow paper, and he shot ruthlessly and decisively, and made key moves, but he suppressed Bai Luoti, fortunately, at this moment, the military soul is added, immortal and indestructible, even if he is defeated in a short period of time, he has no worries about his life.

"Mr. Four's strength has improved again, and I am afraid that it will not take a few years to set foot in the Five Realms, which is admirable. ”

Peng Yue was guarding Zhibai's side, and the other two desolate elders confronted Lao Xiucai in the air, and the three Yin Cao Five Realm monks led the desolate people to fight against the Chang'an pro-army, the trapping camp and the purple-clothed army respectively.

The Grandmaster of the Five Realms has entered the Transformation Realm, and mortals are invincible, even if the three elites each have a military soul to parry, it is a huge pressure, and every moment someone falls from the horse and falls to the ground.

And looking at the appearance of those three people, it is obvious that they have retained their strength, after all, they are helping the desolate people, and they have nothing to do with the great cause of Yin Cao.

But Rao is like this, and the balance of victory gradually begins to tilt in favor of the desolate people.

Hundreds of thousands of Tang troops fought and retreated, and the corpses along the road piled up like a long dragon, and everyone's hearts were clouded.

If this development continues, even if they arrive all the way to Xiaonanqiao, I am afraid that more than half of them will be lost, and at that time, the desolate people behind them and the desolate people of Xiaonanqiao will fight back and forth, and the remaining half of them will definitely be there.

In the distance, there was a sudden sound of breaking the sky, and the heavy snow parted left and right to reveal a gap, and countless people looked up in shock, and then saw the meteor passing by in a flash, suspended in the front of the Tang Army, following the momentum of the army and drifting forward, and the speed gradually slowed down.

It was a page, a piece of paper written by Wu Mobi.

There is a man lying on the paper, a person who does not know whether he lives or dies.

Bai Luoti swept away Jiang Lin's umbrella with a sword, his eyes fell on the piece of paper, his face was overjoyed, and the momentum of the entire Beidi Sanrate suddenly rose by a cut, that is, Li Si, Guo Huai and the others were all happy, and the suffocating breath hidden in their chests was relieved a little.

The soldiers of the Nanqiao Border Army were also shocked, you must know that they saw Li Xiu breaking the demon seed and causing the catastrophe in order to break the formation to save them, and the guilt and self-blame in their hearts were about to overflow.

Although I don't know whether I live or die now, I finally snatched people back.

No matter how bad it is, there is a whole corpse, right?

Some people rejoice, some people are sad.

Zhibai, who had been standing on the outermost side, naturally saw the piece of paper, and also saw the person lying on the paper, and his face became extremely ugly in an instant, how could it be?

He couldn't believe it, even if that demon seed was a strong person who had entered the Dao, how could he survive the Heavenly Tribulation?

Not even the clothes were torn.

A scorched earth within a radius of thousands of miles, can only one page of Lao Xiucai save him from life and death?

Are you kidding?

He set up a big game of chess, and between playing and applauding the desolate man and Tang Guo, he just wanted to see Li Xiu die with his own eyes, but he never thought that it was just a mistake.

"Bother the two elders to do it, I want to make sure that Li Xiu is dead or not. ”

Zhibai's face was gloomy, and he said coldly.

If he is lucky enough to save a life, even if he breaks the Xiaonan Bridge, this plan is not perfect.

Peng Yue followed his side and did not leave, and the other two Five Realm cultivators nodded in unison after hearing this, and finally ended the confrontation and took the lead.

The battle between the powerhouses of the Five Realms sometimes does not focus on deep cultivation, but on potential!

The depth of comprehension of the situation determines the level of the combat power of the monks of the Five Realms, just now they and Lao Xiucai confronted each other is to build momentum, and now taking the lead is equivalent to venting this breath, and they have already fallen behind before the battle.

They do it and want to solve it quickly, but why isn't that the case with Lao Xiucai?

He is only one person, but the other party has six Five Realm Grandmasters, if it drags on until the military soul is broken, those three people will have their hands free, even if he is a saint who has entered the Dao with literature, he will definitely not be able to parry.

Li Xiu's arrival was like throwing a stone from behind the calm, attracting the attention of many people, and the eyes of the three Yin Cao powerhouses also looked towards the page from time to time.

Obviously, their hearts are not calm, their only task here is to cooperate with Zhibai to kill Li Xiu, if Li Xiu is still alive in the end, it will be interesting.

At present, the situation of the Tang Army is precarious, and Chen Xuance is even more anxious, but his cultivation is not more than the upper three levels, and it is extremely rare to be able to protect himself in this battle.

Moreover, this is a dignified decisive battle, and intrigue is useless at this moment.

The trapped camp rushed to the front, the black armor on his body was stained dark red by blood, Zhang Yuanjie's eyes were full of madness, but there was a flash of urgency in the depths of his eyes.

Only Lao Xiucai's face still does not change, the ink is like a dragon surrounding, danqing is splashed, and wild grass is born in the air.

Stopped the two monks of the desolate man, and raised his hand to gush out, attached to the ink and blue danqing, and it faintly became a world of its own.

The two of them were very frightened, for fear of being swept in, they could only cheer up their spirits, and their faces were full of vigilance.

Lao Xiucai was one against two, but he actually pressed them down steadily, unable to advance half an inch.

The longer the time drags on, the more beneficial it is for the desolate people, but Zhibai suddenly felt irritable for no reason, afraid that it would change later, so he said to Peng Yue: "Elder Peng, that Wu Mobi is a saint in the world with Wen Entering the Dao, and it is half a realm higher than ordinary Five Realm monks, and the two of them are not opponents when they first enter the Five Realms, so please help." ”

Peng Yue pondered for a moment, feeling a little awkward, although this is true, but after all, it is a real three-on-one, which is really not good.

"The war between the two countries is related to the future fortune of our desolate clan, and this is not the time to preach morality. ”

Zhibai said in a deep voice.

Peng Yue nodded, with a ruthless face, he had accidentally almost died at the hands of Lao Xiucai before, but he had been very aggrieved in his heart.

At that moment, he flew up, passed between the two of them, and threw a punch forward, and the wild grass and danqing in the sky evaporated like clouds, melting with the falling snow.

"Three to one?"

A smile appeared on Wu Mobi's old face, the folds on his face piled up together, and he raised his slightly white eyebrows and asked.

Peng Yue stared at him and didn't speak, the three of them took a step forward together, the boundless momentum gathered together, and the air made a screaming sound, the desolate people are the best at physique, most of them are physical cultivation, but there are also martial arts cultivation.

The trio of them combined to make it even more powerful, and the frost glowed from the ground and shone on the falling snow.

The snowflakes turned into ice picks and walls, and crushed towards Lao Xiucai.

Wu Mobi unhurriedly pushed forward with both hands, and a fixed word appeared in the air with a light movement of his fingertips, and then all the ice and snow were suspended in the air, and as his hands pushed out, he retreated backwards towards Peng Yue and the three of them.

The three of them were startled, their faces changed, and the ice and snow passed through their bodies, their clothes were torn, and they were very embarrassed.

Peng Yue looked at Lao Xiucai, his expression uncertain, and his eyes were full of horror.

"It's boring to have three dozen or one, it's not as refreshing as six to one!"

Wu Mobi's shirt shook, and his gray hair flew in all directions, and he was like a mad man at this moment.

The second page flew out of his sleeve again, and appeared in the military formation in the blink of an eye, and the light shone brightly, forcing the three Yin Cao Five Realm monks out of the battlefield, and retreating for more than ten miles until they joined Peng Yue and the three.

The three of them looked at Lao Xiucai in disbelief, shocked and angry.

Wu Mobi looked up to the sky and laughed wildly a few times, and his cloudy and old eyes bloomed with endless brilliance.

"Today, the old man is convenient for a battle in the snow field, and sacrifice this remnant!"