The victory of Xiaonanqiao has been laid, the desolate people are defeated and flee in panic, and the people who are trampled by their own people and die are probably no less than the people who died under the hands of the Nanqiao border army, and at this moment they are chasing all the way, as if it is a one-sided slaughter.

On the snowy plain, without the restraint of the three strong men of Yin Cao, those desolate people could not stop the pace of the Tang army breaking through.

The trapped camp crushed everything under the leadership of Zhang Yuanjie, and no desolate army dared to stop in front, the Chang'an pro-army and the purple-clothed army responded left and right, and hundreds of thousands of Tang troops began to retreat towards Xiaonanqiao.

They didn't love war, although they weren't afraid of these desolate armies, but God knows how long Lao Xiucai would be able to hold out?

If those Five Realms Grandmasters catch up and join the battle, there is no doubt that they will all be dragged to death here.

The battlefield spread forward for an unknown amount of time, and Zhibai got down from his horse and stood on the ground, looking at the seven people in the sky in front of him.

The millions of killings are nothing compared to these seven people.

He stood far away, his eyes bright, and such a picture was extremely rare at any time.

Lao Xiucai stopped there alone, facing the six Five Realm cultivators without taking a step back.

The page fluttered in the air, weak, but now it was tougher than the thorns of the warden department. (Note)

Especially after the ink in the sky turned into a transformation of all things and repelled the two Five Realms Grandmasters, Zhibai couldn't help but shout hello.

Zhou Yuan and Liu Qi's bodies flew upside down in the sky for a distance, and the ink stained their bodies thickly, and they were embarrassed.

Zhou Yuan paused in his footsteps, suppressed the surging qi and blood in his body, and looked at Lao Xiucai with a gloomy face, his eyes were full of jealousy, since he broke through the Five Realms and became a desolate elder, this was the first time he was so embarrassed.

"It is worthy of being a saint of literature, and it is extraordinary in the end!"

Liu Qi didn't speak, among the three of them, Peng Yue's strength was the strongest, Zhou Yuan was second, and he was last.

Wu Mobi has achieved the position of a literary saint with his literary entry, which is already half a realm higher than the Five Realms, so he is naturally not an opponent.

The faces of the three Yin Cao are not good-looking, unlike Zhou Yuan and others, they have been immersed in the Five Realms for many years, and they can be said to have won three of them, and their grasp of the situation is also just right, especially in a place like Yin Cao, their own strength is not high to be able to achieve the Five Realms.

But Rao was so that he was forced back more than ten miles by Lao Xiucai with a page.

I'm afraid it will make the world laugh if it spreads.

"You're looking for death. ”

In the middle of the other two people, the leader of the Yin Cao, looked at the old face with cold eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"I don't have long to live, so I'm not looking for death. ”

Wu Mobi shook his head and said.

That's right, cultivators have a long lifespan, even the wandering monks have a lifespan of more than 700 years, and if they meet someone who can live, such as Concubine Yang, they can even live for thousands of years.

Wu Mobi is only more than 200 years old!

He is a saint of literature, and he will not die if he does not decay.

He can live for a long time, and naturally he will not look for death.

"But you're looking for death. ”

Lin Han stared at his face and said coldly.

If you weren't looking for death, why did you stop the six of them on your own?

Are you a literary saint, or is it because of your broken pen?

This time Lao Xiucai didn't refute, he raised his hand.

There was no pen in his hand, but a painting appeared in the sky, and trees and flowers began to grow.

The chirping of birds in the air came into my ears, and at this moment it was daylight, the sky and the earth were bright, and the petals fell and floated in the air, floating in front of the six people.

Boom!

It was just a petal, it smelled sweet, and it was sharper than a sword when it burst out and cut through the sky!

The snow on the ground melted, revealing stones one by one, rolling with the wind and making a slightly harsh grinding sound, dragging long traces on the ground, and suddenly rising into the air, blasting towards the six people.

Their faces were solemn.

Lin Han joined forces with two other Yin Cao monks, and Yin Cao was also good at using swords.

The three sword lights flickered and split everything around them, whether it was flowers or stones, they all turned into pieces and fell from the sky.

A rain of red flowers followed.

Peng Yue fought straight ahead, most of those petals were rushing towards him, and it seemed that Wu Mobi planned to kill him first.

He punched out, without any fancy, the oncoming petals and branches turned into powder, dissipated in the air, and the residual momentum of this punch exploded towards Lao Xiucai, and the space converced.

Lin Han and the three of them didn't stop, if they wanted to kill Li Xiu, they had to break through from here, naturally they wouldn't spare any more hands, and the three flying swords flew quickly in the air.

But Lao Xiucai didn't look at it, his eyes fell on Zhou Yuan and Liu Qi suddenly, and those petals and stones that were originally shattered by sword light and fists actually gave birth out of thin air to surround the two of them in the middle.

The faces of the two changed drastically, this turned out to be the old guy's plan, and the main targets of this attack turned out to be the two of them.

However, after all, the two of them were the Five Realms Grandmasters, and they reacted quickly, and immediately responded, the aura came out of the body and wrapped the whole body, and at the same time, the palm was pushed out, and a thick aura like a mountain was born, blocking the petals out.

"Flowers are like water!"

Old Xiucai's cloudy eyes flashed with brilliance, and he said softly.

This is the ability of Wen Sheng, a small word of righteousness!

Say what you say!

Those petals are really like water transforming, water is impermanent, and even more impermanent!

The attack is unpredictable and unpredictable, and it is difficult to guard against.

The mountain jointly launched by Zhou Yuan and Liu Qi turned out to be empty, and the petals quietly appeared behind them like flowing water, bombarding the aura light mask.

Countless petals shattered into powder, and the protective shields on the two of them shattered, and blood sprayed down from their mouths.

Lin Han's sword light and Peng Yue's fist power fell.

Under this blue sky and white sun, it is like a majestic heavenly punishment, unstoppable!

Lao Xiucai's shirt cracked a few times, and his eyebrows drooped.

"I said that this sky should be as white as night!"

His body was straight, one arm was raised high, his fingers pointing upwards to the sky, and he let out a snort from his mouth!

It's dark!

The endless darkness eroded the ten miles of radius, and all the light centered on Lao Xiucai was stripped away, and the day above and under his head turned into night at this moment, and he couldn't see his fingers!

This is white as night!

The light is as bright as the night!

Mo Dao scholar has no courage and dares to change the sun and moon into the sky!

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This dark night lasted no more than two breaths, and when the earth returned to normal again, Lao Xiucai had already disappeared in place, he took more than ten steps back, and the ground under the original body where he was standing had three vertical and horizontal sword marks and a huge fist print.

His face was pale, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and it was obvious that the load brought by that move just now was extremely great, but he didn't care, there was only indescribable calm on his old face.

His gaze was on the sky.

There, a deep hole the size of a fist appeared above Zhou Yuan's chest, transparent from front to back!

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PS: Note, bush thorn means prison