Seeing the black mist in front of him rushing towards him again, the nameless fire in Han Shan's heart that was shocked burned rapidly. What are we defending Pinglan Fort for? Is it just fratricide?

The black mist came closer, and slashed diagonally at his shoulder with a black scimitar. The right hand broke the water and crossed the shoulder, resisting this knife, Han Shan stared at the black mist in front of him. He was going to look through the black fog and look into the eyes of the young man.

Let's take a look at such a person, what kind of eyes will he look after killing his compatriots. How can they do it, swinging the butcher's knife again and again, and mercilessly beheading again and again.

One hit misses, and the black mist quickly sweeps back. A few flickered, disappearing into a cloud of corpses.

"General!"

When the large army saw that the enemy had reappeared, they rushed to this side with all their might. Looking at the disappearing black fog, everyone's expressions were complicated. Because the distance is too far, except for Han Shan, everyone actually doesn't see it clearly.

I only know that the general successfully discovered the enemy hiding in the shadows, and after a few tricks, the enemy saw that he could not succeed and quickly absconded.

A captain came behind Han Shan and clenched his fists slightly.

"Send me, General, I'm sure I'll get him back. ”

Looking around, Han Shan shook his head slightly.

"Passing the order, these black fogs have the ability to disguise their surroundings. The shot is hidden, and it is impossible to prevent it. From now on, don't go it alone, before the big war is over. Solo action is not permitted. ”

"Yes!"

The captains behind him responded in unison, and were about to go down to arrange, when Han Shan called them again.

"Also, if they attack in the next round and find a black fog, they will be killed first. ”

The beast tide has exhausted everyone, and it is necessary to give priority to killing the black fog demons. Although there was confusion about the order, everyone still secretly wrote it down.

The dark red river above his head was still there, and thirty golden Qiu Fuxu were still desperately supporting it. The hands of several golden people have been dissolved, and the most ablative one, from the waist up, has all disappeared!

Looking at the lonely back of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, Han Shan gritted his teeth.

"The whole army is open, the wounded soldiers are left! The target is to put all the saints Qiu Fuxu on guard. I don't know what else that monster can do for a while, but Sage Qiu has done too much for us. It's time for us to give back. ”

"Yes!"

Although everyone is very tired, the military orders are like a mountain! They must carry out the task of the general, not to mention, it is not certain who will protect who will fight after a while. As long as Pylam Fort is not broken, death will be death. People are going to die sooner or later, and the prestige of Pinglan's loyal soul can't be smashed into his own hands.

After a brief adjustment of the troops, they quickly began to advance in the direction of Qiu Fuxu.

The Black Venerable, who had turned into a Evil Seller, had not moved since he released the blister, and he had been careless before. That's why when facing the enemy, he will be controlled by others everywhere.

Now, with the gift of the Demon God. His physical body has reached the perfect sublimation, in his waist and abdomen, a steady stream of demonic energy nourishes his whole body, and the broken arm has also been taken back.

Looking at these poor creatures who were dying and struggling in front of him, the long-lost happiness made him feel very satisfied. Qiu Fuxu seriously injured himself again and again, making this old man who lived so much that he forgot his name that he felt very shameless.

Now, just letting that Confucian die is no longer enough to satisfy the old man. In front of Confucianism, he wants to slaughter the defenders of this Pinglan Fort little by little!

What a bullshit saint is just a hypocrite who loves face more than himself. I just didn't find his weakness. The old man believed that all living things had a weakness again. As long as you prescribe the right medicine, there are no things and people that can't be done.

Since Confucius wants to be the savior, then he will satisfy him. In front of him, slowly torture these people he wants to protect. Watching a person's faith be toyed with to pieces. The old man trembled with excitement, as if he had entered some wonderful situation.

By Qiu Fuxu's side, Han Shan stood there quietly. didn't make a sound to disturb, watching Qiu Shengren sweat like rain. His heart was only full of guilt, even if the three armies resisted desperately. In the face of an enemy far superior to their own, they still can't do anything.

What would Tang Qingshan do if he was in the middle of it now? Thinking back to that young man, the corners of Han Shan's mouth hung up on a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time.

It's good to be young!

Shaking his groggy head, his gaze scanned the surroundings. The weary warriors faced the monster, all on guard. Why didn't it attack it? Although there were still a lot of people on his side, it was still not enough for him to stuff his teeth, right?

Qiu Fuxu didn't have as much leisure as him, staring at the dark red river in the sky, the natal book in his hand disappeared quickly.

With so much dark red liquid, it was really difficult to refine it. He had more or less guessed the Black Venerable's intentions, but he had no way to remind anyone. Once the breath hanging from his chest is dissipated, everyone under the long river will be in a catastrophe.

The huge body finally began to move, and on the side of the human defenders, there was a sound of gold and iron. As the monster approached, everyone's minds began to be confused.

Han Shan felt that his consciousness was a little blurred, and fatigue and fear suppressed him. The teeth in his mouth rattled, and the hilt of the knife clenched in his palm was full of sweat.

The monster moved slowly, and the golden figure in the sky had begun to melt...

Ye Liuyun had already flown over Lanque Peak on Qingluan, and he didn't dare to stay, and continued to fly towards Pinglan Fort.

For some reason, the closer I got to Pinglan Castle, the stronger the feeling in my heart became. In the sky, a golden streamer flew from the sea of clouds overhead.

"Brother Bird, look, what is that?"

With the mentality of giving it a try, Ye Liuyun asked.

"Little boy, that's the Golden Horn Banner. Looks like you're going somewhere that's not going to be peaceful!"

"Oh, what do you mean by that?"

Listening to Qingluan's words, the boring feeling in Ye Liuyun's heart reached an unprecedented height.

"The Golden Horn Banner, the magic weapon of the Confucianist Pavilion to ask for help. In order to resist the invasion of foreign forces, all parties asked for help and specially refined the magic weapon. It is said that as soon as this thing comes out, everyone who sees it must rush to the place where they ask for help. Because, there are only two reasons why the Golden Horn Banner can be sacrificed. ”

As if reminiscing about the past, Qingluan continued after a long while.

"As soon as the Golden Horn Banner comes out, either the strength of one place is almost completely wiped out. I'm worried that there will be no one to guard, so I ask for help from talented people. This second situation is even more of a headache. If it's because of the second situation, I suggest you take Tang Qingshan's physical body and transfer it immediately!"

"Brother Bird, at this time, you don't want to sell it anymore. ”

After talking for a long time, I didn't say why. Ye Liuyun felt that his heart was like being roasted on a fire.

"The second case, even a thousand years ago, only happened three times. Those three times were because the three-faced Heart Eater Demon, the Evil Gu Alien and a Demon Sword Cultivator personally attacked the city pass of our human race. The great powers who defend the city do not have the strength to compete with it, so they sacrifice the Golden Horn Banner, hoping that the people who see it can help each other to resist the evil demons and tide over the difficulties..."