What is the great array of Ziwei Mountain, what is it for, and what is Chu Mu's purpose?

These questions are almost unknown, at least not by the soldiers near the city gates.

I just think that such a big round platform, surrounded by so many Taoist priests, looks a little weird.

But the weird is weird, and now they can't care about it.

The blood-stained city, the shouts of killing, and the sound of Jin Ge's exchange of blows resounded together, all of which told the word tragic to the sky.

The people of the eldest son of the Xia family are still trapped outside, including himself, he has not been able to run back, and he is running wildly outside the city, with only more than 20 people around him, all of whom are good players, and they can probably live a little longer.

However, King Pingding only sent a small group of men and horses to continue the pursuit, and the rest of the large army attacked the city with all its might, which was imperative to take the main city of the Xia family, and it was also a comprehensive plan for this attack.

As soon as King Chongping personally led the army to the battle, it can be seen that his determination can be seen.

The eldest son of the Xia family is quite remarkable in managing domestic affairs, but when it comes to the point of guarding the city and fighting, he can only be regarded as a third-rate mediocre hand.

If you want to say that you are compared with the famous generals in history, you are not famous in the world today.

Therefore, he just let him hold on to it for three days, the requirements are not too high, who knows that there will be a moth here.

The head of the Xia family knew about it, and most of them regretted not being at the beginning.

In the final analysis, I only hate Xia Lingling for being a daughter.

Now the situation in the city is extremely stalemate, and the lieutenant general has taken over the command.

It wasn't breached in the first place, but it shouldn't be long.

After Xia Lingling's mansion said the news, Zhou Xiangwen quickly led people to support in the direction of the city gate.

Although he is a young lady's person, the Xia family has both prosperity and loss. If you don't help this eldest prince at this time, no one will have a chance in the future.

Naturally, I found the altar set up by a group of Taoist priests in Ziwei Mountain, standing on the avenue in front of the city gate, with an impartial pestle in the middle.

Of course, Zhou Xiangwen and others can't see the trickiness in it, but they also know that it is not a good thing.

After all, Ziwei Mountain and his party had already taken refuge in the people of the Pingding King, if they made trouble, opened the city gate from the inside, or came up with some other conspiracies, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At this time, Zhou Xiangwen was accompanied by twelve strange soldiers and a group of soldiers, all of whom were his elite men, and asked the soldiers to quickly support the city.

Thirteen people, including himself, rushed to the altar, and the Taoist priests guarding around the large array quickly greeted them, not paying attention to the rabble in front of them.

It was said that it was an altar, but there were seven flags planted around a white round platform, and Chu Mu stood in the middle without moving.

It seems that he can't meddle in the battle, otherwise Zhou Xiangwen really wouldn't dare to clash head-on with the third master in the world.

The battle was about to break out, and there were only three people on Chu Mu's side, one stopped Zhou Xiangwen, and the remaining two stopped the twelve.

The remaining Taoist priests were still gathered around Chu Mu, closely watching the movements around them, obviously they had already expected today's enemy, and they would not only see this.

Zhou Xiangwen took out the saber at his waist, three feet and two inches long, glowing with a cold light.

Knowing that the other party is by no means an ordinary person, he also exerted a lot of strength.

"Qiushui Sword, dancing solo under the moon, I can't imagine that I am still a person from Jianque Villa. The old Taoist priest had gray hair and was thin, and said with a little surprise.

However, Zhou Xiangwen didn't answer, the cold sword in his palm stabbed lightly, and a sword blade essence came out of his body.

As Su Jumang, the current owner of Jianque Mountain Villa, said, although Zhou Xiangwen started late, his understanding is top-notch.

Especially the sword way.

With a wave of the old Taoist robe, a handful of dust flew out, three thousand white hairs, and when he saw the move, he instantly smashed the essence.

The moves are quite ruthless, not like a person who is out of the house.

The essence of a sword disappeared, Zhou Xiangwen walked the sword, followed by another sword, a sword and three swords in succession, the water and the sky were connected, and it was endless.

Dao Dao sword light split in the air, and a sharp sound of breaking the air sounded.

Under the scorching sun, it looks golden and brilliant, and the dust in the palm of the old Taoist seems to be soft, but it is a needle hidden in the cotton, plus a handful of age, the internal force cultivation is unfathomable, and he takes a few steps back.

The two of them fought more and more, and slashed from the middle altar to the side of the street along the way, Zhou Xiangwen stepped on the pillar with both feet, and flew to the roof and stabbed straight down with a sword, pointing directly at the eyebrows of the old way.

The person in the air seemed to disappear out of thin air, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Lao Dao.

Lao Dao smiled at the corner of his mouth, tapped his right foot on the ground, and took a step back and forth from his left.

This trick is flying in the mirror, he is very familiar with it, and it is not that he has not fought with the people of Jianque Villa back then.

After three years of hard study, he understood the fatal flaw of this trick, but later the situation was turbulent, and he had no chance to fight with Jianque Villa, and it was not without regrets.

But now that I've made it up, I don't know if this junior is a disciple of Jianque Villa, and he will die under his dust today, it's a pity.

At this moment, the cold glint in Lao Dao's eyes froze, his body swayed downward, and the dust came out of his hand, as if he was practicing, and he drew towards Zhou Xiangwen's chest.

He will never miss, Lao Dao has this confidence, and while dodging the sword move, he also let this junior kill with one blow.

It seemed that everything was developing according to Lao Dao's expectations, and the dust was pumped into Zhou Xiangwen's chest first, spitting vigorously, and before the sword light arrived, Zhou Xiangwen was already bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Xiangwen's body shape was not messed up, he was still stable in the air, and the sword light was actually divided into two, so that he could not die from the original eyebrows to the old Taoist eyes.

There were golden swords in the pupils of his eyes.

The front force has been exhausted, the back force has not been born, and there is no way to avoid it.

"Ahh

was already blinded by Zhou Xiangwen's sword.

"At the same time as the Light Splitting Sword, the Qiushui Sword, you can actually change the Light Splitting Sword, little beast, you dare to do this!" Lao Dao took the dust in his palm, and scolded with an extremely corrupt mouth.

It's not just as simple as being blind, the sword qi has invaded the body from the veins, if this little beast has internal strength to go to the next level, he must be seriously injured.

He never expected that the flaws in the 'Flying Flowers in the Mirror', which he had studied for three years, had been made up for by Jianque Villa in this way.

What Lao Dao didn't expect was that this flaw was not made up by Jianque Villa, but by Zhou Xiangwen himself.

It is also a real dust, and Zhou Xiangwen is not comfortable at this moment.

Although he had expected Lao Dao's reaction and protected his heart with his sword heart, he was not lightly injured, but he was satisfied with this result.

Just when the two confronted each other, on the roof not far away, Liu Yuan fell to the ground, stepped on the bricks and tiles with both feet, leaned down and looked at Chu Mu in front of him, and held the handle of the knife with five fingers.