In life, there will always be ups and downs, there will always be a desperate situation that may occur at a certain stage, and it is not terrible to have no way out, but it is terrible to lose the hope that should be there. The most important thing is not to give up hope that may exist no matter what time it is, even if it is about to be destroyed in the next second. After all, people live by hope, and without hope, even if you live, you are already dead.

When Zhan Ying heard that Murong Qianhe had come to Shaolin with a group of martial arts people, he immediately came to the gate of Shaolin Temple and greeted him personally. The battle at Tianfengkou was too unexpected, no one expected that a group of Jianghu people would be able to beat the 100,000 army of Yanmen Palace, almost throwing away their armor, although it was only such a short moment, but it was enough for everyone to re-acquaint themselves with Murong Qianhe.

Although people knew that it was just another seamless move in the unintentional plan, they had to admit that Murong Qianhe, who had been the master of Murong Hall all these years, actually had the ability to command the three armies, and it seemed that he didn't know how strong a person's potential was without forcing people into a desperate situation.

Soon, Zhan Ying came to the gate of the temple accompanied by Tie Xiong, and happened to meet the oncoming Murong Qianhe and the head of Wudang, Aoki Daoren.

Looking at the dusty, slightly embarrassed two, Zhan Ying didn't know how to describe his mood, once upon a time, characters like the leader of the martial arts alliance and the head of Wudang could not be seen by ordinary people, but now they have become like this. And the person who caused today's scene turned out to be just a rising star who had debuted for a few years, and he couldn't help but be amazed by the unintentional appeal.

"The two of you have come from afar, and it has been hard. Zhan Ying looked at the two people who slowly approached, hugged his fists, and said sincerely. He has never said the word "hard" to anyone so sincerely, but today he said it from the bottom of his heart, how many people in the world dare to face each other with the sword of 100,000 brave and good fighting troops?

Murong Qianhe and Aoki Daoren also returned the salute with their fists, and then saw Murong Qianhe slowly speak: "It's serious, you guys are not much easier here than us." Murong Qianhe said, looked behind Zhan Ying, and said, "What about the heartless young man?" said that his face couldn't help but show a trace of worry. Hearing Murong Qianhe's words, the Aoki Daoist on the side seemed to have noticed that something was wrong, and they also glanced around.

Seeing this, Zhan Ying hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Master Murong Don't worry, the unintentional young man is fine, it's okay, but there are some important things to do, and he is not in the Shaolin Temple." He could already see the worried look on Murong Qianhe and Aoki Daoren's faces.

Listening to Zhan Ying's words, Murong Qianhe relieved his heart, he didn't see Wuxin just now, he thought something was wrong. But he didn't ask Zhan Ying what he left unintentionally, it seemed that everyone had their own tacit understanding, and they shouldn't know it, or they didn't tell themselves, and no one would ever ask more.

Seeing that the two of them were no longer worried, Zhan Ying moved out of the way, made a gesture of please, and asked Murong Qianhe and Aoki Daoren to walk towards the temple together.

Although it was a matter of joy for Murong Qianhe to lead people to arrive at this critical juncture, Zhan Ying was not completely happy, because although he had added some manpower for his own side, it was still a drop in the bucket in the face of the enemy's Jin Ge Iron Horse.

"Didn't the two of you encounter the enemy's obstruction when you came?" Zhan Ying seemed to have only remembered this question that made him quite puzzled at this time, it stands to reason that the current Shaolin Temple has been completely blocked by the enemy.

"Why didn't I encounter it, but the other party's precautions don't seem to be so strict, but almost all the roads up the mountain around the Shaolin Temple are guarded by their people, in order not to startle the snake, we spent a long time and finally found a relatively weak gap and rushed in, but I didn't expect to be a step too late. Murong Qianhe shook his head and sighed, his expression seemed a little annoyed.

Zhan Ying frowned, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that the other party is going to kill everyone on this mountain." Even if we can't be killed, we're going to be trapped here. ”

"It's a little too late for the War Commander to understand this truth, since the beginning of this war has been destined to be a never-ending slaughter, and the Seven Sages will not want any of us to survive, because then he will never be able to sleep. Murong Qianhe said with a smile, as if talking about his own life and death was like talking about someone else's business.

Zhan Ying smiled bitterly and nodded, how could he not know this truth, but he, who had always been loyal to the imperial court, suddenly saw that the ruthlessness and misery of this battle between kings was a little powerless, and he seemed to suddenly retreat, because he hated being a tool for any battle between kings, which was not what he really wanted.

With the arrival of Murong Qianhe and others, the manpower in the temple can be regarded as having some more reserves, although it seems a drop in the bucket compared to the enemy's tens of thousands of troops, but fortunately, one more person has more strength.

Immediately, Zhan Ying, as the commander-in-chief of this war, mobilized everyone together, including the monks of Shaolin Temple, and then sent them to the positions they needed to hold, and personally stayed at the emperor's residence with Nangong Chu, Long Xinyue, and Dongfang Jue as the last line of defense.

Everyone knows that this is a tough battle, a tough battle that has to be won, because if you can't survive tonight, then everything will be over, although everyone is ready to die, but even if you die, you have to pull a few more pads.

Just this morning, Zhan Ying had quietly sent someone to sneak out of Shaolin and rush to the nearest garrison from Shaolin to transfer troops, but even the nearest garrison was hundreds of miles away from here, and with the time to assemble and prepare grain and grass, it would take early tomorrow morning to arrive at the earliest.

The emperor said before that he was worried that there were also people from the Seven Sages King in other garrisons, so he had to move them until he had to, and now it was time for life and death to be on the line. So, tonight is the key to winning or losing.

Sometimes waiting is a very tiring thing, because time seems to become very slow all of a sudden, and it makes people restless, and they always want time to pass faster. But sometimes you wish that time could be slowed down, so slow that it can't be slower, like when you're waiting to die, you don't think time flies too slowly.

Finally, it was getting dark, and tonight was another moonless night, and people seemed to have gotten used to it, and understood that God did not want to witness such a terrible killing, and whether they won or lost, tonight was destined to be a night of rivers of blood and mountains of bones.

In the night breeze, a glimmer of fire ignited at the foot of the mountain, followed by a patch, and finally slowly turned into a sea of fire, illuminating the entire Mt. Shomuro as if it were day. Of course, this is not the enemy setting himself on fire, but lighting the torches, and the torches converge into a sea of fire, as if to burn the entire Shaolin.

Gradually, heavy footsteps slowly came from the bottom of the mountain, neatly aligned, getting closer and closer, like ringing a death knell, indicating that many people will die tonight, die in this battlefield, and die in this thousand-year-old temple. Shaolin, who has never killed, is now about to become a human purgatory, I don't know if this is a mockery or another kind of compassion.

From the first scream, from the sound of gold and iron intersecting, the gates of hell opened in an instant, and a killing with only death and no life, only loss and no win finally began, like the last movement in this world.

The men and horses on both sides instantly intertwined and fought together, ruthlessly waving the weapons in their hands, each refusing to back down, it seemed that there was no longer the word fear, and everyone killed people when they saw them, without hesitation. Because everyone understands that hesitation means death, and there is no chance of starting over.

Time passed little by little, but the enemies in front of me seemed to be endless, surging like water, as if they wanted to drown everything in front of them at once. Gradually, the rebels fought all the way from the foot of the mountain to the halfway point of the mountain, and then slowly slaughtered to the temple gate, which seemed to be unstoppable.

Murong Qianhe led everyone to stick to the gate of the temple, refusing to take a step back, this is the last line of defense, if it is broken by the enemy, then everything is really over. Therefore, all the martial arts people, the six gates of the fast catch, and the royal forest army, all stepped on the corpses of their companions to block all the enemy's paths, as if they wanted to use the bones to forge a wall, a wall separating the enemy from hope.

There was blood everywhere, corpses everywhere, accompanied by the earth-shattering shouts of killing, making the entire Shaolin Temple look like it was quiet and serene without the holy land of Buddhism, this is the first time that Buddhism and hell are so close and so indistinguishable.

As more and more people fall, the victory seems to have gradually become clear, everyone sees this, but the fighting still has no intention of stopping, maybe the non-stop fighting can prove that a person is still alive, although everyone is ready to die, but not everyone is willing to die.

Suddenly, three deafening drums rang out, resounding through the earth, through the clouds, and into everyone's ears, almost shattering the ears and making the earth tremble.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of figures appeared at the foot of the Shaolin Temple, frantically rushing in the direction of the temple gate, without screaming, the sound of weapons unsheathed, but the heavy and steady footsteps were enough to break the hearts of everyone present.

Seeing the appearance of this group of people, the crowd guarding the gate of the temple began to despair, the enemy's reinforcements increased again, no one thought that the enemy would have backup, and the original determination to die began to waver, and they were instantly shattered by this suppressed sense of powerlessness.

However, suddenly everyone was stunned, because the group of people who suddenly appeared was instantly fighting with the rebels, and their hands were up and down, and they were clean. Maybe it was because of the long-term fighting, the people of the Yanmen Mansion and the Xianwang Mansion were a little tired, and they were instantly defeated by the group of people as soon as they saw each other, like a frightened herd of horses, scattering and fleeing, but after all, they did not escape the sickle of death, and people kept falling, and there were heart-wrenching screams.

Everyone was stunned and didn't react for a moment to what was going on, because everything happened so suddenly.

Immediately afterward, everyone saw a flag, a banner that shone brightly in the firelight of the sky, and a giant unicorn was painted on it, shaking violently with the night wind, like a living beast, with teeth and claws to devour everything in front of them.

It's time to come, it's finally here......