Paper can never stand the burning fire, and walls can never stop the wind everywhere. If you don't want people to know, unless you don't do anything, sooner or later there will be a time for the East Window incident. Karma, there is a cause and there must be an effect, this is a cycle that can never be escaped, no one can escape, no matter who he is.

On the mountain peak on the side of Tianfengkou, the crowd is surging, hundreds of people are rushing to the foot of the mountain peak, waving all kinds of weapons in their hands, it seems that they can't wait to let the edge be stained with the blood of the enemy, they are passionate, they have no hesitation, compared with the 100,000 army that fought on the battlefield, the momentum did not lose anywhere.

Soon, they encountered several small groups of enemies scattered among the mountains and forests, perhaps because of the first time they were so united, or perhaps because the nameless fire in their hearts had been held back for too long, and the people rushed forward, drowning the enemy almost instantly, without struggling, without screaming, the mournful enemy was already covered with corpses, and there was not even a chance to resist. This is no longer hatred, or not just hatred, but a kind of defense, a defense that will not be backed down.

In the Tianfeng Kou, at this time, the sky was already full of fire, and there were corpses everywhere. The soldiers of the Yanmen Palace's palace were so close to each other that there was no gap to dodge each other, probably they didn't expect the enemy to use fire attack thousands of miles away.

What fell from the top of the cliff was not really a fireball, but a boulder with dead branches and fallen leaves, and on top of the dead branches and fallen leaves, people sprayed enough fire oil, so it burned so vigorously and left no room for it.

Fire attack was a plan that Murong Qianhe had thought of a long time ago, but the original plan was to use fireballs to block the two ends of the Tianfeng Outlet and completely trap the 100,000 army at the bottom of the cliff. However, because the enemy changed the way of travel, Murong Qianhe also changed his original plan, allowing these fireballs to smash directly into the crowd, but instead achieved an unexpected effect.

But everything seemed to be about to end, because just as the fire began to burn at the bottom of the cliff, a strong wind blew in the sky, whistling from the other end of the heavenly wind mouth, making the fire more intense, more fierce, and the fire spread rapidly, as if it was carrying life, chasing the fleeing crowd, the scene was even more tragic, it seemed that even God was on the side of justice, mercilessly hunting all evil creatures.

At one end of the Heavenly Wind Mouth, the people of various sects had already rushed down quickly, blocking the opening that was not spacious, they were waiting, waiting for the people who escaped from the fire, waiting to hunt down the enemies who broke into this Jedi.

Aoki Michito couldn't help frowning when he looked at the tragic scene in front of him, and there seemed to be a trace of unbearability in his eyes. Wudang, like Shaolin, does not kill unless it is absolutely necessary, this is a rule handed down from generation to generation, but current events are like this, no one can change anything, because if they don't do this, the enemy's methods may be ten times more tragic than this.

Murong Qianhe seemed to feel the change in the mood of Aoki Daoist's people, there was no expression on his face, and he said slowly: "If the Dao Leader feels that there is such a backlash as a martial arts group training, he can temporarily retreat to the rear, and we will take care of such a matter of going to hell." In his eyes, those who struggled in the fire no longer deserve sympathy, because from the moment they stepped out of the Central Plains, they were already destined to live and die.

"Master Murong was too worried. Michito Aoki reluctantly shook his head and said slowly, without saying anything. His own momentum was finally driven by Murong Qianhe, and he dared to fight with tens of thousands of troops, which was not easy, if he chose to withdraw at this time, it would definitely affect the overall situation.

Murong Qianhe turned his head and glanced at Aoki Daoren, and said lightly: "I know one thing, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself, I dare to guarantee that if the people who are struggling in the fire at this time are us, not only will they not feel unbearable, but they will even add a fire to you." He was telling the truth, because in the struggle between life and death, people have long since had time to think about the difference between mercy and cruelty.

At this moment, several soldiers who were still emitting blue smoke rushed out of the fire, as if they had just extinguished the flames on their bodies, and they were already in a mess. But they escaped the merciless fire, only to break into a hell of rage once more.

"Kill!" Murong Qianhe did not hesitate, coldly looked at the enemy who kept rushing out of the fire, and shouted lightly, without a trace of expression on his face.

As soon as his words fell, the people in the rivers and lakes who were already eager to try behind him rushed out frantically, and suddenly shouted to kill, and the momentum was like a rainbow!

Miserable, indescribably miserable, screaming and wailing everywhere, blood splashing everywhere, accompanied by dazzling firelight, the narrow heavenly wind outlet seemed to instantly become a hell on earth, and human life seemed so small and humble at this time.

Murong Qianhe coldly watched the tragic battles that took place in front of him, and his face was expressionless. Since his son was unintentionally killed because he joined Red Feather, since his daughter actually joined Red Feather for revenge, there is no sympathy in his heart, because sympathy is a consolation for the weak, since it is a weak, the end is already doomed.

Murong Qianhe only has one thing in mind now, that is, to complete what he wants to do as planned, and then completely destroy Red Feather and avenge his son and daughter. Anyone who dares to stop all this will be his enemy. He will never show mercy to his enemies.

The fire was still burning violently, as if it wanted to burn everything that could be burned, and all the things that shouldn't exist were burned, and the fire was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed that it could burn him for three days and three nights in a row.

The soldiers of the Yanmen Palace, who were trapped in the fire, scattered frantically to avoid the relentless fire. Some rushed in the direction of the vanguard, screaming with exclamation, carrying the flames of the wildfire. And some people may be lost, or they may be so panicked that they are at a loss, and they should not rush to a weapon with blood and hatred, and what awaits them is an even more tragic slash, like a scythe of death, ruthlessly ending one life after another.

Time passed little by little, people kept falling, there were soldiers, there were people in the rivers and lakes, there were desperate people who died together, and there were also those who were rolling on the ground.

Finally, everything was calm, and now there were no more people standing at the same time, only one of them remained, motionless and panting at the tragic scene in front of them. Of course, it was the rivers and lakes that won, but they also paid a terrible price, and many people died, and the enemy was not a helpless lamb to the slaughter.

Murong Qianhe looked at the fire that was still burning, his brows furrowed slightly, everything was finally over, although he had always pretended to be very ruthless and ruthless, but who was willing to see Hell in front of him with his own eyes.

The only thing that Murong Qianhe regretted was that he didn't see the leader with his dazzling command ability, and let the ordinary enemy army escape this ambush, and he was no longer able to pursue it through a heavenly outlet, but at least weakened more than 20,000 enemies, although half of these 20,000 people died under the invasion of fireballs and fires, but he at least completed this crucial blockade, which played a decisive role in the next plan.

But then Murong Qianhe frowned, and his face looked a little sad, because this battle not only killed the enemy, but also many people in the rivers and lakes remained in this fire forever, those who knew it, those who didn't know, and of course some people in Murong Hall who had been following him, all of them gave their lives for this war, and they had no complaints, and no one retreated.

But Murong Qianhe couldn't do anything, he couldn't resurrect the dead, he could only take their hope and continue to do this, so that those people would not die in vain. It's not over yet, there's still some way to go.

So, Murong Qianhe ordered the rest of the people to put their dead companions into the still rising sea of fire, so that their souls would stay here forever, forever guarding the boundary between life and death, and defending the homeland behind them.

A battle of blood and fire has finally come to an end, and although it is clear that the winners and losers are clear, no one is happy, because too much has been lost between the enemy and us, and this is a war that is destined to have no winners.

When everyone in Shaolin heard about the vicious battle that took place in Tianfengkou, everyone was stunned, because no one had ever thought that with a group of Jianghu people, they could defeat an army that had experienced a hundred battles, which was a bit too unbelievable.

When the Seven Sages King, who had just recovered from the sadness of losing his beloved daughter, heard the news, he finally couldn't hold it anymore and jumped up directly from his chair, he couldn't believe his ears, and he couldn't believe that the army of the famous Yanmen King was so vulnerable. Before today, he had never put the so-called rivers and lakes in his eyes, because he felt that it was just a world imagined by some prodigal sons who had no law and were unruly, but now he finally understood that everything that could exist must have a reason for his existence.

So, the Seven Sages King called Gong Jiu in front of him for the first time, was silent for a long time, seemed to have been struggling in his heart for a long time, and finally sighed and said: "I originally thought that the Yanmen Palace's mansion would last for some time, but now it seems that it is unlikely, there is not much time to count on them, you go back to Beijing immediately, report it, and let all the city defense battalion soldiers quickly come to Shaolin, and draw some troops from it to control the capital and the palace, prohibit everyone from entering and leaving, and those who violate the order will be killed." ”

Gong Jiu glanced up at the gloomy face of the Seven Sage Kings, with a hint of excitement in his eyes, and hurriedly nodded and said, "Obey!"

"Go quickly, go back quickly!" the Seven Sages King glanced at Gong Jiu, who was slightly excited, and waved his hand and said.

"Yes. Gong Jiu nodded, turned around and walked out, didn't take two steps, suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the Seven Sages King, and said meaningfully: "Lord Wang, there is something that my subordinates don't know whether to say or not." ”

Say. The Seven Sages King said without thinking.

"I think the reason why the 100,000 troops of the Yanmen Royal Mansion are powerful is because they have a more powerful leader, if there is no such leader, it is just a group of special rabble, and they can't make much of a storm. Gong Jiu narrowed his eyes and said, then bent down and bowed, turned around and walked out, this time without stopping.

Looking at the back of Gong Jiu leaving, thinking back to Gong Jiu's words just now, the Seven Sages King frowned, and seemed to have a little sudden realization......