Beilong City, also known as "Beiting", is the largest city in the northwest border and the most important gateway.

The city wall is ten feet high, and ordinary birds can't fly here.

An armored general stood atop the city wall, his starry eyebrows, a tattoo three inches down from his slightly white sideburns, and a treasure knife straddling his waist.

This knife is called "Qingmang" and was captured in a guerrilla war a few days ago. This general's name is Qiu Donghai, and he has reached the age of 50 years of knowing the destiny of heaven this year, and he is still ordered to guard the northwest border.

He looked northwest.

At the end of the eyesight, a black horse stepped on the flying yellow sand, and between the staggered changes of the horse's hooves, even the distant mountains behind the man and the horse met the red glow and the wide desert at the junction of the mountains and the sky, and painted a beautiful and magnificent picture.

Qiu Donghai sighed, he turned around and walked down the city tower, ordering the guards to open the city gate. In the moment when Qiu Donghai went down to the city tower, that person and a horse had already arrived at the foot of the North Dragon City.

The soldiers guarding the city saluted respectfully to the man who turned over and dismounted, and the man nodded in acknowledgement, and then saluted Qiu Donghai with a fist, "General." ”

This man was carrying a Xuanhua axe, and he was the "second brother" at the foot of Xiaozhong Mountain that night.

Qiu Donghai nodded, "Follow me back to the General's Mansion for a while." ”

In the Xuanwu Secret Collection, next to the altar of the main hall of the underground palace, Song Duanyu was paralyzed on the ground, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes. Nalan Su clearly underestimated the "sound charm".

In front of me is a chilling sight. Nalan Su waved the red in her hand, her whole body was full of energy, her eyes were blood-red, and her beautiful eyes were full of bitter hatred.

Nalan Su roared in his mouth, "Zhang Zitang, you deceive me, abandon me, I will kill you." ”

A sword was handed out, and a shocking sound sounded in the air—it was the sound of Nalan Su's domineering sword qi shattering the surrounding air.

Song Duanyu's pupils shrank, Nalan Su's current appearance was clearly demonic, if she was allowed to consume the true qi in her body like this, she would inevitably die of exhaustion.

Previously, after Nalan Su slashed Song Duanyu's finger with a sword to make him sober, he discussed with Song Duanyu and climbed up to the high altar. But when Nalansu's palm touched the stone wall of the altar, the "sound charm" at the highest point on the third floor of the altar let out a sharp cry!

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling rain of light fell from the top of the altar, and the color of this rain was colorful and very beautiful. Song Duanyu was fascinated for a while, and he felt dizzy in his head, and fainted to the ground in the next second.

When Song Duanyu woke up, he saw that Nalan Su was frantically dancing the long sword in his hand - "Yizhang Red". This is clearly a sign of madness.

The main hall and the underground palace were very large, and the sound of each sword handed out by Nalan Su would be teleported back after a moment. This kind of voice looked a little weird in the darkness, and Song Duanyu had already added a few new scars on his body, which were caused by the agitation of Nalan Su's sword qi.

Nalan Su's martial arts cultivation is Xiao Wu Yipin, which is why she was able to defeat Zhang Zitang who only had Xiao Wu Sanpin at that time with one sword.

Fortunately, Nalan Su's mind is still a little sober, and he tries his best to control the "Yizhang Hong" in his hand, otherwise, with Nalan Su's cultivation of Xiaowu Yipin, he can kill Song Duanyu with a sword.

There was a bit of despair in Song Duanyu's eyes. He looked at the top of the altar, where the colorful streamer was still wandering around on the altar's platform.

Suddenly, the streamer stopped as if it was sentient, and it seemed to be sentient, sensing that Song Duanyu was looking at it.

"Giggles", Song Duanyu only felt his head buzzing, and the silver bell-like laughter from before sounded in his mind again. Song Duanyu hurriedly hugged his head, this was a heart-piercing pain.

The colorful rain of light is still falling.

"Xiaoyu", Song Duanyu's eyes flickered, and a young man who was about the same height as him stood in front of him, with a gentle smile.

Song Duanyu fixed his eyes, "Stone, you're not dead, why are you here!"

The young man laughed, "I'm not dead, I'm still here to hunt for treasure." ”

He began to walk towards Song Duanyu, "You are not dead, how can I die!

The young man's voice became more and more sharp, and when he walked in front of Song Duanyu, the voice became poignant and cold.

It's too late, it's too soon.

"Stone" stretched out a pair of bloody hands and pounced straight at Song Duanyu, and in an instant, Song Duanyu's scalp seemed to have tens of millions of ants crawling.

A sword aura flashed in front of Song Duanyu's eyes, and the bloody hand was actually split in two by the fierce sword qi. Song Duanyu turned her head to look and saw that Nalan Su was looking at her, and the blood red in her eyes had faded a lot.

"We've got to get out of here right now," Naransu said.

Song Duanyu looked at the blood-red vines in front of him, and looked down at the barbed tentacles, and was terrified. The bloody hand of the 'stone' was the tentacle of this vine, and if he was pierced by this tentacle, his life would not be saved.

Song Duanyu used all the strength in his body to stand up, kicked away the blood-red vines beside him that had been cut off by Nalan Su with his sword, and asked, "What is this?"

"Uto is a monster that grows in the place where the sound charm accompanies it, and can confuse people's minds to absorb their essence and blood, and even manipulate them. ”

Hearing this, Song Duanyu felt a chill in his heart, he looked at those sharp barbs, if they pierced into his flesh and blood, he was afraid that he would be sucked into a human to dry up.

When Song Duanyu had just gotten up and walked to the side of Nalan Su, countless pieces of blood red appeared around them as the center—this was the Sea of Vines.

"We may not be able to leave", a solemn look appeared on Naransu's face. "I'm injured now, and I was affected by that sound charm just now, and I lost eighty percent of my internal strength, and these black vines are too much. ”

"What are these black vines afraid of", Song Duanyu's head also oozed a drop of sweat the size of a soybean, he was extremely nervous now, because now it was really time for his life to hang by a thread.

Not long after saying this, the two of them had their eyes lit up, looked at each other and smiled, "Fire!"

"Where did you leave the torch", Song Duanyu hurriedly asked.

"It seems to be on the altar. Naransu said embarrassedly, her pretty face slightly red.

As far as the eye can see, the front of the altar is densely packed with black vines, and it is conservatively estimated that there are about 100 plants.

"What can I do, that torch must be in the sea of black vines," Song Duanyu said.

"Break!" Nalan Su cut the railway.

With that, Nalan Su held a zhang red in his hand, stepped lightly on the ground with his feet, flew up, and drew a sword arc with his hand. The pale blue sword arc pierced the sky, and countless black vines shattered into several pieces under the sword qi burst.