The white-clothed Confucian made a palm, and under the night sky, it was like an invisible big hand stretched out in the air, and the spear that had lost its head and fell down was actually suspended in mid-air.

A moment later, the white-clothed Confucian suddenly clenched his palm into a claw, and the spear hovering in the air immediately turned the head of the spear and spread it out.

The gunmen of Beifu who formed a gun formation shook the sky, and after throwing their spears, the mountains roared like a tsunami to kill the white-clothed Confucian students.

There was no subtle change in the expression of the white-clothed Confucian student, as he said, Chang'an City's 100,000 Xuantie heavy armor was still helpless for him to win 10,000 consecutive victories, could it be that only 7,000 Beifu troops were enough?

The long sleeves of the white fluttered suddenly, and dozens of spears hovering in the air rained down.

A series of earth-shattering wails sounded on the Ten Thousand Buddha Flat, and each falling spear nailed through the two purple-black armor stomachs in the slightest, running through their chests and backs from front to back, leaving no breath.

The spearmen in the first two rows of the gun array all fell to the ground, and the surviving spearmen in the third row seemed to pass through the barrier of Guanshan, and finally approached within ten steps of the white-clothed Confucian Sheng, but they were also poor in donkey skills, and the Confucian Sheng's feet swept into the air with a light click, and the cloud spear was helpless to take this Confucian saint in the world.

The severed limbs and stumps on the blue brick ground were shocking, Bai Yun saw that his heart was full of waves, even though the road down the mountain was dangerous, but he had never seen such a bloody scene, and his mind was also dissipated, and he immediately spit out a mouthful of black blood, Bai Yun had to restrain his mind and try his best to calm down and recuperate from his injuries.

The invincible elite of this combat force in the north is completely stepping on the road of blood and corpses, approaching the white-clothed Confucian step by step, knowing that the white-clothed figure approaching the front is no different from the sea of fire like a sword mountain, but no one takes half a step back or has a moment of hesitation, which makes people can't help but marvel at the courage of this king of the north.

The plain-robed boy looked at the white-clothed Confucian saint who was floating in the air, and felt a depression in his heart inexplicably, like a thousand catties falling from his head, he looked at the purple and black armor stomach lying on the ground with blurred flesh and blood, and the hand holding the elephant fracture fan became more and more forceful.

The Beifu army knew that it was going to fight to the death for one person, and it was willing to die for that person, which was the reason why this elite who had been dominant in the north exchanged countless dried blood and white bones.

The military order is like a mountain!

The white-clothed figure like a vulture soaring into the air, his gaze fell sharply on the plain robe, and then the wide sleeves suddenly opened, like a falcon leaning over and sweeping for a long time.

The bow and crossbow camp that had been dormant for a long time around the plain robe boy was already ready to go, and seeing that the white-clothed Confucian had the tendency to swoop and sweep, the general led by him gave an order, and the crossbowmen with amazing arm strength suddenly pulled the bowstring into a full moon in unison.

"Put!"

The arrows slashed across the sky and shot at the white-clad prey.

The white-clothed Confucian stared brightly, and the two wing-like sleeves flapped at the same time, and the sky was lost and shot back in the opposite direction.

There was another incessant wail, and these crossbowmen with amazing arm strength could not believe that they had been killed by arrows shot by their own hands through their chests.

At the same time, a rain of arrows fell on the plain-robed boy.

Zhao Chengtian, who was alias Long Haotian, shrank his pupils, and his face was pale.

A purple-clothed figure flashed by, blocking the plain-robed boy when the stray arrow fell.

The corners of the plain-robed boy's mouth were pulled up for no reason, but after a flash in the pan, he restrained his smile again.

The purple-clothed woman's slender five fingers suddenly hooked, and she sucked up a spear that was broken in two.

The woman in purple grabbed the only half of the gun shaft left, her body jumped up like a Qiao Yan, her wrist rotated back and forth, and the spear barrel was a wonderful pen in her hand, and she swept away the arrows that fell towards the plain robe boy one by one.

It's just that Ziyi's face was pale, and after landing on the ground, she stepped on empty steps, and her body staggered back a few steps, and Ziyi suddenly felt a heat in her back, and it turned out that the boy in the plain robe took her into his arms.

The long eyes of the autumn water overflowing with spiritual energy were eclipsed at this moment, and the woman in purple calmed down her breathing deeply before she stabilized her body slightly.

"Qiuli you girl, didn't I let you live and recuperate in the room?" The plain-robed boy was bitter, stretched out his hand and flicked the tip of the purple-clothed woman's nose: "Changjian led the five thousand Xiangyang heavy cavalry to the outskirts of Yangzhou, my Uncle Wang quickly returned to Yangzhou City, and the siege of Muru Temple has been relieved of seven or eight out of ten, even if he really has three heads and six arms in Lian Wansheng, but my seven thousand Beifu soldiers are not muddy Bodhisattvas, and there is also Fang Xuanlin's back, everything is not missing, Qiuli, you don't have to worry about returning to the room to recuperate." ”

Although the purple-clothed woman's face was not as pale as a few days ago, she could still see weakness and exhaustion, she shook her head and said, "Lord Li Hei's aftermath was originally the icing on the cake, how can it be said that there is nothing missing?"

The purple-clothed woman's gaze swept over the miserable Ten Thousand Buddha Ping, and said in a weak voice: "Dou Jianshen really doesn't care about the slightest family affection?"

"Yes, my aunt is indeed Dou Xian'er's wife, but she abandoned Dou Xian'er as early as twenty years ago. The boy in the plain robe finally couldn't hide the embarrassment in his heart, and said with a wry smile: "How can I mention the love of not being able to beat a pole in these eight lifetimes? ”

The woman in purple moved her gaze, and then glanced at Bai Yun, who was sitting on the ground not far away, to heal her wounds, and said, "Don't you even care about this apprentice who has a half-hung master-apprentice relationship with him?"

The woman in purple paused and said, "Childe, you said that Dou Sword God is the most affectionate person in the world, and in Qiu Li's opinion, it's just like that?"

The plain robe boy smiled calmly and said: "Dou Xian'er didn't even save this apprentice who had a half-hung master-apprentice relationship with him, which means that he is not unaffectionate, maybe he is really not available." ”

"Then let Qiu Li stay by Childe's side. The woman in purple said with a resolute gaze.

The plain-robed boy nodded unprecedentedly, but no longer spoke.

The white-clothed Confucian fell into the air, and the spear and heavy armor that had been waiting on the ground for a long time pierced the spear at the same time.

Seeing that this Confucian saint of the time was about to be tied into a dense hornet's nest.

The white-clothed Confucian took his palm as a sword, directly split a spear that stabbed, and the palm of his hand was pressed down violently, and the whole spear was broken from beginning to end

Up and down, the spearman was immediately split in half, and his head was in different places.

However, the white-clothed Confucian made this move just deep into the center of the gun array, and the spearmen who were disrupted by the battle array were dazzled, and quickly turned around and stabbed out spears in all directions of the Confucian at the same time.

Dozens of cold and shining spears poured out, and the white-clothed Confucian stepped on a spear head, taking advantage of the momentum to gently get up, first avoiding the edge of the group of spears, and then holding several spears in one hand, the arm holding the spear suddenly fell back, and the spear pierced into the chest of the gun-wielding soldiers in an instant, and then the arm of the white-clothed man was violently dragged forward, and the armor soldiers who were pierced by the spear fell to the ground and died violently.

The rest of the spearmen saw that their companions had died so tragically, they all gnashed their teeth, and after receiving it, it was another stab, this time there was a spirit between the pistols, some stabbed upwards, some stabbed downwards, even if the white-clothed Confucian was a Confucian saint in the world, no matter how great his skills were, once he was trapped in the gun array, he would also have wings.

But before the spearhead in the gunman's hand was handed out a foot, the white-clothed Confucian student's whole body spun abruptly, and the bloodstained spear between his arms swept across, and the autumn wind swept through a large circle like falling leaves.

The spearmen who surrounded the white-clothed Confucian were suddenly petrified and motionless.

Before long, only the sound of heavy objects smashing on the ground was heard, and the spears fell to the ground one after another.

The white-clothed Confucian let go of his arm slightly, and the spear in his hand also fell.

There was a river of blood everywhere, but Confucian Sheng was alone, not only did he not get half a drop of blood, but he also walked out of the pile of corpses with his head lightly, and looked at the two masters and servants who were dumbfounded.

When the spear and heavy armor opened the way, the rest of the Beifu Jiashi Rao surrounded the white-clothed with the momentum of the horns, and at this time, the white-clothed Confucian was like a prey in the net at his fingertips.

The Beifu armor is gradually approaching, and the purple and black sea that spreads all over the mountains is slowly putting away this big net.

When the white-clothed Confucian Saint took ten steps, the big net closed silently.

Wanfoping is like a criss-crossing chessboard, but the sunspots all over the mountains still can't stop the momentum of the white seeds.

The white robe walked out slowly, leaving a path of flesh and blood flying everywhere he passed, and came to the ten steps of the plain-robed boy as if nothing happened.

A purple suit blocked the direction of the white suit's advance.

The white-clothed Confucian killing machine almost wanted to fill the entire Ten Thousand Buddha Ping.

The purple clothes took a few steps back, and the corners of her mouth oozed blood, but she always stood in front of the plain robe.

Suddenly, Ziyi felt a hand behind her wrap warmly around her waist, she gasped for breath and was extremely weak, and finally collapsed into the arms of the plain robe.

Su Pao watched the white clothes approach step by step, like a torrent to meet the Beifu army, but they were never able to stop the pace of the white-clothed Confucian students, and all the armor soldiers who were within three steps of the Confucian scholars were stirred into meat by the qi flowing around the white-clothed body.

At this time, the light of the Buddha above the sky was extinguished, and a screaming sound broke through the air.

The white-clothed Confucian was like a great enemy, and his expression was heavy that he had never seen before.

The two of them came with a sword against the wind.

One is thin and the other is fat, the thin green shirt is unruly, and the fat one is strong and strong.

The man in the green shirt jumped down and flew like the wind

The sword, dashing and messy.

And the fat man who was driving the flying sword jumped off the ground at the moment when the man in the green shirt jumped down, his body staggered, and he didn't forget to nag in his mouth, probably scolding the man in the green shirt and jumping down with a swish, regardless of the balance of the flying sword.

The fat man glanced at the scenery under his feet, and was suddenly frightened, but when his eyes swept over a young man sitting on the ground, he was stunned, and tears like broken light appeared in the corners of his eyes, which was clearly crying with joy, so he took a slight step on the flying sword, and manipulated the flying sword to rush down in the air.

(End of chapter)

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