The black fog floated slowly, and it was uncomfortable to walk leisurely. Slowly stopped in front of the big snail, the demonic qi dissipated, and the gray-robed old man revealed his true body.

"Who should I have such a means to reach the sky, it turns out to be Qiu Dasheng. This small border city is in danger, and you have to take action in person?"

Although the old man said politely, his tone was not polite at all, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

At the head of the city, except for Qiu Fuxu, everyone's hearts seemed to skip a beat. It's not like they haven't seen this old man a few days ago, and they were already shocked at that time. Unexpectedly, now I see it again, and the strength is better than before.

"I'm a little confused when you talk like this, scholar, I'm traveling in the realm of the human race, what's wrong?

With both hands attached, calm and relaxed. Qiu Fuxu seemed to be coming for an outing, and he didn't pay attention to the behemoth and the gray-robed old man in front of him at all.

"Naturally, I came here at the behest of the Holy Venerable, and today Pinglan Fort will definitely be destroyed. It's convenient for Sage Qiu, it's better to leave early!"

Qiu Fuxu turned a deaf ear, and gently fiddled with the tip of the pen with one hand, as if there was something on his mind.

The gray-robed old man's face sank, and he was sure of the human city. It took a huge price to go through many prohibitions to bring the terrifying beast of the mountain-devouring snail here. If Qiu Fuxu, a Confucian cultivator, can be pulled off the horse together, the Holy Venerable should be more satisfied.

Thinking of this, the gray-robed old man rolled his sleeves. The black demonic energy swept across the battlefield, and the demonic beasts continued to charge under the cover of the black mist. Han Shan and Qiu Fuxu glanced at each other, and when they saw him nodding slightly, Han Shan raised his arms and shouted.

"Brothers, the saint is here to ensure that Pinglan is safe. The wounds on everyone's bodies have almost healed, and the enemy is approaching the city, and it is time for us to attack. Even if the battle is fought to the end, there will be only one soldier left! If you don't crush these dog things here, Han will not give up!"

"Kill, kill, kill!!"

The sudden appearance of the powerful combat power of his own side and the courage of the three armies of Han Shan finally pulled up the spirit of all the soldiers.

The gates of the city were opened, and the remaining 9,000 men and horses rushed out!

The defenders of Pylan Fort have long hated these monsters. Without waiting for everyone to stop him, he saw Han Shan stomp lightly on the head of the city, and in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed dozens of zhang away! In order to appease the emotions of the three armies, he had suppressed himself for too long and too long. The kind of problem that can be solved by one's own force, but one can't do it by oneself.

At this time, the burning anxiety was finally relieved after cutting down the first demon leopard. The rain curtain of the saint still poured on the earth, and the black smoke would soon dissipate as soon as it drifted into the rain. Nine thousand warriors rose to the occasion and fought back. As long as it wasn't a one-hit kill, the fighters would soon be able to get back on their feet again.

The demonic beasts were even more vulnerable in the pale golden rain curtain, and those with a lower cultivation could only walk a hundred steps before their skin and flesh would bloom. Although the rain curtain has little effect on the demonic beasts that are as strong as the spotted demon tiger, the Terran warriors are not vegetarians. Those who can get a glimmer of life from the sea of blood and corpses of 50,000 people, and now have the strength to fight are all the best in the army!

The corners of the gray-robed old man's eyes twitched unconsciously, how could this be! When he met with Qiu Fuxu's so-called disciple a few days ago, he only said a few words, and the young man looked very inward, and his eyes were evasive. This shows that Qiu Fuxu is obviously not nearby, but why is he here today?

His decision was still right, and he even made a special meeting with the Holy Venerable because of this matter. When he proposed to sacrifice living beings to summon the mountain devouring snail, none of the eight Venerables were on his side. Everyone thinks he's making a fuss and a coward who only plays with people's hearts.

Fortunately, the Venerable was far-sighted and agreed to his plan against public opinion. The appearance of the mountain-devouring snail successfully forced Qiu Fuxu to appear! The only regret was that his understanding of Qiu Fuxu was still too simple, and he didn't expect this person's cultivation to be so terrifying! Just by dissolving the rotten liquid of the mountain-devouring snail, he asked himself if he couldn't do it with Qiu Fuxu's ease.

The defenders of Pylam Fort resisted stubbornly by the pale golden raindrops. Why can't they die honestly! Why do they have to do all this useless resistance!

The purple-black light in the old man's eyes shone brightly, and he stretched out his palm and waved it gently. The mountain devouring snail squirmed on its chest, and another mouthful of fishy green liquid splashed on Pinglan Castle!

"Immovable as a mountain!"

With a flick of his wrist, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced in the void of the golden brush! The four big characters protected Pinglan Castle to the death, and the snail's attack was once again consumed by Qiu Fuxu's law decision.

Looking at the back of that huge body, the strange magic patterns still shone non-stop. Qiu Fuxu put the pen into his sleeve and looked at the old man from afar.

"Black Venerable is a good method! But Qiu has been polite again and again, and he has already given you enough face. Do you really think that you are a scholar, and you don't have the slightest anger? Let me meet you for a while. ”

The gentleman suddenly opened his mouth to say such words, not to mention the gray-robed old man, even the soldiers who were guarding the city were curious. This is a saint, it shouldn't be! The opponent is too strong and the pressure is too great? This is about to run away after scolding the street. Sage, you can't be so watery, we're still desperate on the ground!

Qiu Fuxu doesn't care about that, he has studied all his life just to break through the illusion and confusion in the human world! Except for these few spells that are not attacks, other means are still really unavailable.

"Yumei!"

Above the golden rain curtain on the horizon, among the white clouds. A little cold star accompanied the call, and came out in response. A snow-white sword was stuck in the same snow-white scabbard, flying towards the city like a meteor.

Quietly suspended on the side of the master's body, the sword is elegant and chic. A few plum blossoms were scattered across the scabbard, and behind the snow-white hilt hung a spike of the same color. It's not so much a weapon as a work of art. It is a treasure of heaven and earth that should be carefully sealed and strictly guarded!

It is such a sword, quietly waiting for the call of its master. The blade groaned softly, and white light loomed. Qiu Fuxu gently grasped it in his hand, what kind of look was that?

Glad... Determination... Loss... There's a little bit of helplessness...

The gray-robed old man was also surprised, what kind of divine soldier can poke a hole in the sky in the world? The battlefield is chaotic and the battle is scorching. He was the only one who saw this silent scene.

The middle-aged man raised his hand slightly, and his lips opened and closed slightly. In the clouds on the horizon, a hole was silently opened, and immediately after, the white sword turned into a meteor and passed in an instant! Whether it was pretentious or really extraordinary, the old man did not want the Confucian to draw his sword out of its sheath. In his hand, he even pinched the law, and he wanted to urge the natal power of the mountain devouring snail in advance!

Qiu Fuxu hesitated a little when he held the sword, and then let go of his thoughts. Looking at the behemoth opposite, he smiled slightly.

"Black Venerable, I don't know if you have heard of the name of my senior brother Zhao Beihong?"

Without waiting for the old man to answer, the middle-aged Confucian drew his sword and unsheathed.

As soon as the sword came out, the heavens and the earth changed color in an instant! The sudden wind burst out, freezing people to the bone. Accompanied by the cold wind like a harsh winter, Qiu Fuxu swung his sword one after another. Sixteen hundred-zhang long swords rushed towards the devouring mountain snail, and the swords and rays of the Dao Dao were all shuttling in the air with a terrifying momentum.

Qiu Fuxu put the sword into the sheath, looked at the sword and said leisurely.

"It's really unfortunate, seven hundred years ago, I practiced swords with my senior brother..."