Faith is more sacred and unshakable than faith. Belief may change with the passage of time, with the development of events, or even change, but faith will not, because faith is something that can be followed by a person throughout his life, regardless of the change of events, or things or people will not change, sometimes outsiders may seem a little ignorant or sick, but they can't help but admire.

When he saw the flag fluttering in the wind, Zhan Ying was dumbfounded, he was really dumbfounded, this was the first time in the years that he had become the president of the Six Doors so gaffe, so crying and laughing, maybe he felt that he should be happy at this time, he should cheer, because he saw hope, but he stood in a higher attic in the temple in a daze, his eyes widened, almost stupid.

He seemed to suddenly understand what Wuxin had been holding his troops for, what he was waiting for, it was not just a glimmer of vague hope, but also an opportunity to turn defeat into victory. He knew that the legendary Qilin Army really existed, and it really appeared, so suddenly, so a divine soldier descended from the sky.

Murong Qianhe and the others, who were struggling to hold on in front of the temple gate, suddenly saw a great chaos behind the enemy army, and then they saw the big flag, saw the chaos of the enemy army, and heard the heavy footsteps that could almost break the hearts of everyone present, and they were a little confused, no one knew who could still send charcoal in the snow at this critical moment.

At this moment, an earth-shattering shout came from the rear, and it came into the ears of everyone who were already dead, and it sounded like the best sound in the world, like a beautiful woman who was so moving, and it sounded so bloody.

"The reinforcements have arrived! Everyone will kill them with me!" The voice came from far and near, but it was not a beauty, but Zhan Ying, whose face was flushed and Zhan Ying's expression was excited. Then I saw him cross the crowd, like a wild horse on the loose, and rush madly towards the enemy who was already in disarray!

Immediately afterwards, all the people who were still alive and could still move, shouted hysterically, followed closely behind Zhan Ying, and rushed down towards the panicked enemy, condensing all the despair, struggle, helplessness, and hatred on the weapon in his hand, killing all the enemies in front of him who could be seen.

At the same time, in addition to the Qilin Army and the defenders of the temple gate, another group of people rushed out of the woods on both sides of the temple gate, dressed differently and with different weapons, but they all rushed towards the same enemy, that is, the people of the Xian Wangfu and the Yanmen Wangfu. These people are Jianghu people, and it is the other half of the Jianghu people who Murong Qianhe had an extra heart before entering Shaolin, and deliberately stayed outside the temple, and the leaders were Dongfang Qi and Dongfang Bai of Fengyue Valley!

Suddenly, the victory seemed to have changed amazingly, and the armies of the Yanmen Mansion and the Xianwang Mansion, which had originally occupied a complete advantage, suddenly began to rout, and they seemed to be even more flustered, because the enemy seemed to have learned the art of doppelganger all at once, and there were enemies everywhere, and there were bloody butcher knives everywhere, mercilessly killing their companions. Some people have been frightened in an instant, forgot to resist, and ran in any direction that could escape, but what awaited them was a butcher's knife that had been hungry and thirsty for a long time.

On a mountain peak not far from the Shaolin Temple, a simple small pavilion was built, a place just enough to block the rain and not enough to shelter from the wind. There were two people sitting inside, one was the Seven Sages King, who was once the most likely to become the emperor, and the other was the King of Yanmen, who had just escaped from the Shaolin Temple.

Two people who can make the world shake with a casual stamping of their feet, the two princes, all of them are pale at this moment, and they are looking at the battle not far away, which was undoubtedly won. Behind them, there were three people standing, Hu Yan Chengbi, Gong Jiu, and the mysterious middle-aged man in black.

"Unexpected... Unexpectedly... I can't imagine that the Qilin Army really exists..."The Seven Sages King stared blankly into the distance, his face was gloomy, and for the first time in his life, he felt that all these years of forbearance were a little unworthy, like a dream that was destined to be woken up. He didn't want to believe what he saw, but it was really happening in front of him, and he couldn't believe it.

"What is the Qilin Army, and where did it come from?" King Yanmen looked at the Seven Sages King, and then at his own army, which had been defeated, and asked with a brow, also with a blank expression.

"According to legend, from the day the first emperor of my dynasty ascended the throne, he secretly cultivated an army in secret, in the name of the unicorn, with the only mission of protecting the Son of Heaven for life, and if you want to mobilize it, you can only do it when the son is holding the unicorn talisman today, but this is just a legend, no one has ever seen this army, and few people know about it. Before the Seven Sages King could speak, the black-clothed middle-aged man who had been following Huyan Chengbi behind the King of Yanmen had already opened his mouth to answer.

The Seven Sages King nodded, how could he want to believe that the legend was true, although he was also one of the few people who knew about it, but he never believed it, because he only believed what he saw with his eyes, because he himself was inconsistent from beginning to end, how could he easily believe anything.

But there is one thing he doesn't seem to have discovered, that is, such a secret royal secret, how can an entourage who follows the king of Yanmen know, this seems to be that everyone present has not noticed, maybe the attention has been attracted by the legendary army, the army that can read the word iron and blood at a glance.

"Mingjin retreats!" The Seven Sages King turned his head and glanced at the King of Yanmen, and said weakly, looking a little helpless, he was still enthusiastic just now, and his face was decadent at the moment, I don't know if it was because the legend was too unbelievable, or the footsteps that could be vaguely heard from afar.

The King of Yanmen had a blue face, and although he was very reluctant, he still nodded to his son who was standing behind him. Then I saw Huyan Chengbi walking to the side and waving his lower arm a few times towards the bottom of the mountain, and then he heard a low horn sound from the bottom of the mountain.

As soon as the horn sounded, the already defeated rebel crowd began to go even more frenzied, and collectively rushed towards the periphery of the encirclement, which seemed to be more violent and reckless than when they came.

The tragic shouting and killing, the sound of the collision of weapons, gradually disappeared, the enemy finally really fled, but not many people can escape the encirclement and suppression of the three-way pursuers, many people stayed here, forever left in front of the mountain gate of the Shaolin Temple, the blood and corpses all over the mountain, have spread the entire Shaolin Temple in front of the door, the air is full of heavy smell of blood, people can't help but be disgusted.

Fortunately, all this happened outside the Shaolin Temple, and it can be regarded as retaining the last trace of purity for the Buddha's quiet place, I hope the Buddha has a spirit in the sky, don't blame.

The rebels were defeated, and they fled, an outcome that no one expected at first. The enemy had 120,000 heavy soldiers in the front and back, but in the end, they only walked to the gate of Shaolin Temple at the farthest, and did not cross the thunder pool for half a step, and in the end there were only less than 20,000 deserters who broke out of the encirclement. They were only a few short steps away from complete victory, so close.

But now, everything is in ashes, and there is no chance of turning the tables around. Therefore, until the last moment, no one knows what will happen, and no one can determine the outcome, victory or defeat is only between a line, life and death, and only in a thought, it depends on whether you can persevere. Heaven has given everyone a chance, and it's up to him to see who can seize it.

When Zhan Ying led the six doors that were also left to catch fast, the Imperial Forest Army, and the people in the rivers and lakes saw the Qilin Army coming slowly, they couldn't help but be in awe, their hearts were surging, looking at the iron-blooded faces, no one dared to say a word, and they seemed to be still immersed in the fierce battle of the earth-shattering ghosts and gods just now. Legends, sure enough, are legends, and people can't believe it.

Coming were two old men with the same white beard, but one of them knew at a glance that he was the leader of this army, because he was wearing a completely black armor, which did not seem to be made of iron, because there was not a trace of reflection, it was so pitch black, it looked like a fish and night were blended into one, and he couldn't tell where the hands were and where the feet were, but only saw a head moving slowly.

After the two approached, Zhan Ying first hugged his fists, saluted, and said respectfully: "In the lower imperial court, I have seen my predecessors in the six doors of the imperial court. ”

"Where is the emperor?" said the old man in the pitch-black armor in a deep voice, as if he didn't want to greet Zhan Ying, and didn't seem to take Zhan Ying in his eyes at all.

Zhan Ying was stunned for a moment, but he didn't say anything, just said respectfully: "It's in the Shaolin Temple." "Most of the legendary characters are relatively empty-eyed, and Zhan Ying didn't feel that there was anything wrong, although his identity was already a high-ranking existence in the eyes of the world.

"Take me to him. The old man continued to say in a deep voice, and then without waiting for Zhan Ying to speak, he raised his legs and walked directly to the temple, without looking at anyone again, let alone at the corpses and blood all over the ground, as if there was only one thought in his heart, that is, to see the emperor immediately.

Zhan Ying responded, hurriedly followed, and walked towards the depths of the temple with two old men with strange tempers, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Murong Qianhe had already gathered with the people led by Fengyue Valley later, but there were few able-bodied people left. This time, he brought out almost all the elites of various sects, but after a few battles, there was not much left, from the previous thousands to hundreds now.

Looking at the Qilin Army, which had formed a defensive position in front of the temple gate and at the foot of the mountain, Murong Qianhe couldn't help but sigh, not knowing whether he was lamenting the cruelty of the war or the horror of the Qilin Army. Think about it, if today's rebellion is replaced by the Qilin Army, who in the world can stop it?

The betrayal of the Seven Sages King and the Yanmen King is inevitable, but the existence of the Qilin Army is also inevitable, everything seems to have been doomed, but it depends on who will pull the invisible fuse.

And the only person who can turn the world upside down, who else can there be now except for the bloody knife and no heart?

But no one knows where he is now......