Since being selected by Liu Zizi, Wu Shijiu has developed a habit, and every night before going to sleep, he will practice the internal strength and mental method in the "Hug Xuan Heart Sutra", although he is busy with the road during this time, his kung fu has not fallen at all, compared to before the injury, his skills have improved by leaps and bounds again, and now he is in good health, and he is no longer the thin courier brother in the past.

At this time, seeing that the other party's carved arrows were fierce, but within a controllable range, he stretched out his hand and took the feather arrow in his hand three times, and said with a smile: "That's right, Ding to Ding Mao to Mao, what ability to show is what, why hide some unsightly tricks." ”

As he spoke, he flicked his hand back, and the three arrows broke through the air and went straight to Li Lizun.

Li Lizun didn't expect that the other party not only received the arrow empty-handed, but with a wave of his hand, it was even greater than the strength of the bowstring, and almost in the blink of an eye, three arrows had arrived in front of him, and he hurriedly picked up the long knife to block, only to hear the four sounds of "dangdangdang", the first three were feather arrows hitting the knife, and the fourth sound was the long knife falling to the ground. Looking at his hands again, the two tiger's mouths were all shattered, and the blood flowed, and he couldn't help but gasp, knowing that the other party's skill was too much higher than his own.

As soon as his mind was divided, Shui Yunjue lost its effectiveness, the clouds and mist gradually dispersed, the arrow slave finally got out of trouble, and more than fifty of his subordinates applauded.

At this moment, a cloud-piercing arrow whistled in the north direction and exploded in the air, Li Lizun showed a smug smile: "Bully Nan Lingwen has fallen off the horse, boy, you have reached your limit!" With a wave of his hand, more than a thousand river iron horsemen behind him urged the war horses, rushing towards the arrow slaves and others all over the mountains.

Wu Shijiu couldn't understand what they were shouting, but seeing that one side had a hundred times the strength of the other, he couldn't help but worry about the dozens of people on the riverbank, and couldn't decide whether to help or not for a while.

When the arrow slave heard that the little master was arrested, he couldn't help but sink in his heart, and secretly thought, today's things can only be fought to the death, just like Jue Ru Zampu said, everyone died in this land and turned into children of God. He made up his mind, but instead returned to his original position in a hurry, raised his spear, and shouted: "In a group of six, the formation is arranged in eight directions: east, west, south, north, southeast, southwest, northwest, and northeast. ”

There were forty-eight knights standing in groups of six in eight directions, each with their backs facing inwards and their faces outward, three holding shields and three holding swords to form a small formation. The Arrow Slave led five archers to respond in the middle, waiting for the opportunity to move.

In the blink of an eye, more than a thousand iron cavalry rushed to the front, the arrow slave raised the iron spear into the air twice, dozens of people outside the formation suddenly took out the crossbow, pulled the trigger, rows of short arrows roared out, and the Hehuang iron cavalry in the front row fell down with arrows. After the crossbows were fired, the arrow slaves shouted: "Stand still...... and everyone shouted in unison: "Break the enemy like a wolf!" shouted several times, and a large number of Hehuang iron horsemen had already been killed, surrounding the fifty-four people in the formation.

The heavy cavalry in the front row rushed forward with their swords and guns, but were blocked by the shield bearers in eight directions, and the other three stretched out their long knives from between the shields and cut the nearest heavy cavalry under their horses. The arrow slave was in the middle of the formation, leading five archers to shoot feathered arrows continuously, and the fifty-four people fought against thousands of troops and horses, and there was a draw.

After a moment of scuffle, the Hehuang Iron Cavalry became more and more like a headless fly, and the knights just pretended to shout and rushed up, and when they got closer, they slashed a few times at will and then reined in their horses, and some collided head-on with the cavalry rushing up in the back row, and the chaos was in chaos. Probably Li Lizun didn't expect that it would be such an embarrassing scene for a thousand people to besiege fifty-four people, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed that he had just killed the head of a thousand households, otherwise someone was directing and dispatching at this moment, and it would not be the current situation.

He kept shouting and urging on the periphery, but the Hehuang Iron Rider had lost his fighting spirit, and it was difficult to predict the outcome if he continued like this. At this time, there was a cavalry squad coming from the north, Li Lizun saw it from a distance, his heart was overjoyed, and he shouted loudly: "Bullying Nan Lingwen has been caught, don't you surrender!"

The arrow slave and the others peeked over, and sure enough, they saw a group of heavy cavalry escorting a yellow-robed monk over, it was the young man he called Jueru Zampu, and he couldn't help but sink in his heart and secretly complained. But he was sad in his heart, but his face was resolute, and he shouted to the soldiers holding the formation: "Who are we?" The soldiers struck their shields with their swords and shouted in unison: "Michuan Bau!" (Bau means "warrior" in Tibetan)

"Who are we fighting for?"

"Fight for Jueru Zampu!"

"Are we afraid of death?"

"We are not afraid of death!"

"We fought bravely to kill the enemy......"

"Be a son of God!"

These fifty-four people shouted slogans, they were really like tigers, and dozens of Hehuang iron horsemen who were close to him were cut off under their horses, Li Lizun and Wen Puqi were furious in their hearts, and signaled to bring the young monk to the front, Li Lizun put the big knife on the young man's neck and shouted: "Arrow slave, don't get off the horse and surrender, your master is here!"

The arrow slave only didn't know, and said loudly: "Jueru Zampu is the real master of Miaochuan, we died for Jueru Zampu, died as he deserved, Miaochuan Bau, died as he deserved." All the soldiers shouted in unison, "Michuan Bau, die well." The formation slowly moved forward, forcing the Hehuang Iron Cavalry to retreat step by step.

Wu Shijiu could see clearly on the other side that the arrow slave and others were arrayed according to the gossip and nine palace maps, which was similar to the nine palace flying steps taught by Liu Zizai, and the eight directions echoed each other, taking care of each other from the beginning to the end, and the arrow slave was in the center, and there were almost no flaws. The fifty-four people are very brave and good at fighting, all of them are warriors with one as ten, every six people occupy a position, division of labor and cooperation, and become a miniature battle formation that takes care of each other, plus the army's heart is neat, and the will is firm, it is indeed difficult to break.

Li Lizun sneered: "Okay, I'll let you see if your master's bones are hard." So saying, he kicked the young monk off his horse, and whipped him with a whip. The young man suddenly howled like a pig, and kept shouting: "The holy monk spare me, the holy monk spare me." I'm willing to let me be a cow and a horse, but I just spare my life. As he spoke, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Li Lizun.

Jian Nu and the others never expected that their Jueru Zampu would be so spineless, and even begged for mercy in a low voice, how could they still have the dignity of a leader?

It was the work of this meal, the Hehuang Iron Cavalry rushed to the front of another round of attacks, the soldiers in the east, southeast, northwest and other directions were scattered in the formation, more than ten people were shot and fell off their horses, the formation was scattered, and the remaining dozens of people were surrounded in the middle, even if they resisted bravely, but the number was too small, and gradually some people died tragically under the horses.

Li Lizun laughed wildly and said, "Come on, give it to me, kill them all!"

The arrow slave shouted, "Jueru Zampu, you can't do this, get up, get up, do you forget that you are a descendant of the Argon King?" But no matter how he shouted, the young monk just knelt in front of Li Lizun's horse and kowtowed. At this moment, a spear struck horizontally, and hit the chest firmly, and the arrow slave spurted out a mouthful of blood, shook his body a few times, and fell off the horse.

Li Lizun saw that the arrow slave was injured, and shouted loudly: "The one who cut off the head of the arrow slave will be promoted to Dongben before the battle today, and he will be rewarded with a thousand cattle and sheep, and a hundred taels of gold." ”

When the besieging Hehuang Iron Cavalry heard this, they all drew their waist knives and jumped off their horses and went straight to the arrow slave, all wanting to cut off his head and receive the reward. But although the arrow slave was injured and fell from his horse, he was still extremely brave, holding the iron spear in both hands, and everyone saw that his head was covered with blood but he was still like a mad tiger, and he did not dare to step forward for a while. At this time, there was only one arrow slave left among the fifty-four Miaochuan Bau, and his life was only between breaths.

Li Lizun smiled and said: "Do you see it clearly? This is the Jueru Zanpu they respect, how can this kind of greedy person who is afraid of life and death lead all the tribes of Miaochuan." Only Wen Puqi and I are the true lords of the river. ”

By this time, many Tibetan warriors such as Hehuang Tieqi had already been convinced that the arrow slaves and others had committed rebellion, and the so-called queen of Yalong and the reincarnation of gods and Buddhas were just cowards who were secretly born in battle. The crowd surrounded the arrow slave and continued to laugh and insult, and some even spat on his face and body, and threw the ground and the mud covered with blood.

The arrow slave was exhausted at this time, and he opened the big gun to force the people around him to retreat a few steps, turned the head of the gun with both hands, and said loudly at his throat: "I don't believe that Ru Zampu is greedy for life and afraid of death, Namuka (Cangtian), why do you treat me like this! Ashina Wei will not blink his eyes to death, Ashina Wei will not blink his eyes to death!" Suddenly, his hand was empty, and the iron spear was gone, and then his body was light, as if he had been picked up, and he jumped out of the layers of encirclement with a "whoosh".

The person who shot was Wu Shijiu.

Because in just a few moments, he heard the name "Ashinavi" twice, the first time from the mouth of Wen Puqi, and the second time from the mouth of this young man. If it is really a psychic messenger, in case he dies on the battlefield, how can he gather the power of the nine spirits to close the spiritual gate in the future? Seeing that the arrow slave was about to commit suicide, Wu Shijiu could no longer bear it, and performed the supreme light skill, urging the water spirit trick to jump across the river, and rescued him from the chaos army at the last moment.

After Li Lizun was shaken into the tiger's mouth, he had always been jealous of the Central Plains youth on the other side of the river, but at least he was still separated by the wide river, and he always thought that the other party could not jump in. At this moment, seeing Wu Shijiu flying over, like an eagle across the river, the surprise was even greater, seeing that he was saving people in the midst of thousands of troops and horses as if he had entered a no-man's land, he actually forgot to give orders, until the arrow slave was rescued from the encirclement, he woke up and said loudly: "Quick, chase quickly! Release the arrow, release the arrow......

When the Hehuang Iron Cavalry on the periphery heard the order to urge the war horse to bend the bow and set the arrow, Wu Shijiu had already galloped out of dozens of zhang away with the arrow slave, and saw him leap across the river and ride a high-headed horse to gallop away, everyone looked at each other, and couldn't believe that there was such an incredible kung fu in this world.

Wu Shijiu took the arrow slave to run out of more than 100 miles, no coincidence, found a wooden bridge by the river, it turned out that this big river is Huangshui, the river area is divided into two, the herdsmen on both sides of the river in order to pass, every 100 miles will build a simple wooden bridge, convenient for merchants.

Wu Shijiu put the unconscious arrow slave on the horse, dismounted and led Da Hei to cross the bridge carefully and came to the other side of the river. Looking back, no one was chasing him, so he signaled Da Hei to stop, put the arrow slave on the ground, and took the water bladder and fed him a few mouthfuls of water. After a long time, the arrow slave slowly opened his eyes.

"Ah...... Where am I? I'm dead?"

Wu Shijiu took out the parchment scroll from his arms, pointed to the name of the seventh psychic messenger and asked, "Let me ask you, is your name Ashinavi?"

"Yes, I'm Ashinawei, who are you?"

"My name is Wu Shijiu, and you are the seventh psychic messenger I am looking for. Then, Wu Shijiu briefly said the opening of the spiritual gate, and Ashinawei was confused after hearing it: "What door? What does that look like? I haven't encountered it." ”

Wu Shijiu thought to himself, it seems that he has not encountered the opening of the spirit gate at this time, but according to the hints of the picture book, this person is the seventh spirit. He was about to open his mouth to explain, but he heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him, and someone caught up. When he looked back, it turned out to be the young monk who had been separated from Ashinawei earlier, followed by dozens of guards.

The young man was also stunned when he saw Ashinawei from a distance, and then shouted excitedly, and after a while, he came closer. He jumped off the horse and rushed over to hug him, Ashinawei's face sank, and he shook off his hands and said: "Your Excellency is on the verge of joining the enemy, and now you are Li Lizun's honored guest, why are you still looking for me?"

The young man didn't know why his attitude suddenly became so cold, and said cautiously: "Brother Arrow Slave, what's wrong with you?"

Ashinawei said loudly: "What's wrong with me? You should ask you what's wrong, I really didn't expect that we were born and died, but we were born and loved by a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death." ”

The young man was stunned, and said for a long time: "Why did Brother Arrow Slave say this, just now I wanted to live and die with everyone, but Brother Arrow Slave refused, so this is ...... That's ......"

The other guards were also stunned, not knowing why Ashinawei was angry.

Wu Shijiu looked at the young man carefully, and suddenly asked, "You have been wearing this gray monk's robe?"

The young man said: "Yes, since we separated from Brother Jiannu, we have made a detour all the way to the north, but we didn't expect to meet again here." Your Excellency?"

Wu Shijiu introduced himself, and then told the scene he had just seen, talking about Ashinawei leading the crowd to resist desperately and almost dying, the young man suddenly said: "I understand, it must be that demon monk who dressed up as me." ”

Wu Shijiu said: "I'm also wondering, when I first saw you, I was obviously wearing a gray cloth monk's robe, just like now, but when I was caught, I changed into a yellow-brown monk's robe. ”

Ashinawei listened, opened his mouth wide and looked the young man up and down, quickly recalled the scene just now, and suddenly knelt on the ground, slammed his fist on the ground and said loudly: "Demon monk! It must be the demon monk's doing! I forgot that the demon monk is the best at doing some disguise modification techniques, he must have found someone with a similar appearance, pretending to be Jueru Zampu." I'm so stupid to say that...... The arrow slave misunderstood Jueru Zampu, the sin deserves ten thousand deaths, and the sins deserve ten thousand deaths!"

Wu Shijiu smiled and said, "So, if you die, wouldn't it be the trap of the old monk who is in the middle?"

The young man Jueru smiled and hugged Ashinawei with both hands: "Brother Arrow Slave was deceived by the demon monk, it doesn't matter." Jueru will always be the same Jueru, and it will not change until death. ”