Ning Shi knew when he heard the sound of horses' hooves that there were at least more than a hundred horsemen behind him, and if he was caught up, he would definitely not be able to cope with it. Even if you kill these hundred horsemen desperately, there will definitely be more soldiers in the back.

As for listening to Lin vertically?

Ning Shi has never been in the habit of listening to other people's opinions, and besides, it is clear that it is the route that Lin Zhiheng and they rushed down just now, and most of them did not respond.

The arrows behind him became more and more dense, but fortunately, the wind and snow blocked the line of sight, affecting the accuracy of the arrows, otherwise Ning Shi and Lin Zhuheng would have been shot into a sieve long ago.

Lin Zhuheng has been appointed.

Die and die.

He should have died at the head of the city.

In the end, I touched the Honghu Flying Bird Flag in my arms, and I felt a little sorry that I couldn't take this flag back to the sect, and I didn't have time to announce it to the Four Seas Shenzhou.

"Hey, what's your name, you always have to have a name before you die, walk together on the Huangquan Road, don't recognize the wrong person. "This is also Lin Heng's heart disease.

Fang was not lightly scolded by Ning Shi.

Ning Shi still didn't tell him, and he didn't have time to deal with him.

Staring wide-eyed to find a place to hide, the snow was falling too quickly, it was falling too much, and the wind was blind.

In my ears is the chatter of Lin Zhuan.

Ning Shi really wanted to stun him with a fist: "At the moment of life and death, you can't stop talking nonsense?"

"When you pull out the flag, you look very decisive. ”

"Are you ready to give up?"

After rolling his eyes no less, Ning Shi finally found the pine tree.

He shouted at the top of his voice: "Sashimi, lock the demon flute!"

Lin Zhuheng thought he had misheard.

What the hell is this?

Sashimi?

Lock Demon Flute?

Is this the lifesaver you're looking for? Or is this some kind of magic weapon opening mantra?

Tease me?

No response!

Lin Zhiheng gave a strange expression, and then heard Ning Shi shout again.

Running extremely fast, even if Ning Shi is a sword cultivator of the second realm, he needs to take a breath, and his breath is not that long.

Sou!

Lin received another arrow on his arm.

I was just about to scold the street, but I heard a bang on the hillside overhead!

......

March sat at the head of Youzhou City.

The fourth painting finally began to be painted, and a group of fierce and vicious Huguo Iron Riders were about to catch up with Ning Shi, and on the snow-covered hillside, a group of even more fierce and vicious demon beasts suddenly sprang out.

Draw.

Lifelike.

The chasing soldiers in the first row had turned into horror, but the pursuers in the back were still rushing with their heads down.

The end of the painting.

March put away his paintbrush, got up, patted the snow off his body, opened another umbrella and prepared to walk down the city.

The maidservant quietly packed up the painting that the master had finished.

Ten steps away, a general from the Hu Kingdom hurriedly stepped forward: "Mr. Yue, the soldiers who encircle and suppress the flag pullers will not let you down, you won't wait any longer?"

March's umbrella was opened, and he stretched out his hand to catch a little snow: "No need, your soldier won't have any good news, the man has already run away." ”

The siege general frowned: "Then I'll send more people, the wind and snow are so big, I can't run far." ”

March looked at the general very seriously, and then shook his head: "You can't catch them, conquering the city is your forte, and these trivial matters will be left to March." ”

This fierce general is actually not very old, so he hurriedly excused himself: "How dare you bother Mr."

March smiled, took a few steps forward and patted the other party's shoulder: "I'm already tired, what dare you do, guarding this city is to make up for it." ”

After a pause, he said again: "Otherwise, the lost bird flag will be your death book." ”

The brave and extraordinary soldiers on the battlefield were just patted on the shoulder by March, and the whole person's back was soaked, and he couldn't raise his head with his head lowered for a while, and there were only four words left in his mind: "Make up for it!"

......

The Earth, Fire, Wind and Thunder Pavilion is built in the southeast direction of Youzhou City, with mountains on three sides and water on one side, and the main pavilion is built on the mountainside where the three mountains meet, like the tip of a trident.

When Lin Zhiheng learned the news and sneaked into Youzhou City with young disciples from the pavilion, there was actually a turmoil in the sect.

Guigu's invasion plan for the northern border of the Tang Kingdom is not only a city territory, but will naturally involve a cultivation sect, just like black and white. Since Tang Guo is going to be penetrated, the situation on the table must be sufficient, no matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat.

Especially a ninth-rate sect like the Earth, Fire, Wind and Thunder Pavilion.

Guigu's plan is to focus on Zhao'an's policy and Tu Zong.

As early as a few months before the invasion began, the infiltration of the Ghost Valley had already begun quietly, so when Lin Zhiheng took away all the young disciples, the battle for power in the pavilion broke out directly.

Fortunately, Lin Zhiheng's master, Song Lei, had a keen sense of smell and opened the sect master's array as soon as possible, so that he was saved from being killed by one blow.

Earth, Fire, Wind and Thunder Temple.

Song Lei's junior sister Zhong Liluo looked angry, holding the sword in one hand and holding her senior brother with the other: "Shameless, really shameless, these scum who have turned their backs on their ancestors, I must kill them." ”

On the square outside the hall, dozens of second-generation disciples, under the leadership of a sect guest, looked at Song Lei who was struggling to breathe in the big array.

Gu Changkong is the guest secretary of the sect, and he is also the mastermind behind the seizure of power here, now that he thinks about it, his appearance itself is very suspicious: "I met Song Lei by accident, unintentionally exposed my cultivation, and my hobby of coincidence, so it is natural to join the sect as a guest secretary." ”

Would a cultivator whose realm was higher than Song Lei Du deign to join a ninth-rate sect?

Naturally, there is a plan.

Half a year of bewitchment, knowing it with affection, moving it with courtesy, and bribing with heavy money and treasures, this sect closest to Youzhou City has actually been controlled by Gu Changkong a long time ago.

Of course, in Gu Changkong's view, this is all a matter of course.

Not to mention control, even slaughtering this Earth, Fire, Wind and Thunder Pavilion is just a gesture.

He is a 'gardener' sent by Guigu, and naturally he is not comparable to Huo Qianli's kind of 'lawn mower'.

Because of the big heart, because there is no fear, so the heart is arrogant.

Gu Changkong didn't look down on Lin Zhuheng's group of milky little cubs at all, the little cubs' master was only pulled by pinching his nose, did he still have to be disgusted to bow his head to a group of little children?

Impossible.

When the wind and snow had just fallen, Gu Changkong had already cleaned up the battlefield, except for the Earth Fire Wind Thunder Palace, which had a formation to protect it, the rest of the entire sect had no longer resisted.

Whoever is not convinced.

Just find a way to make him obey.

Not convinced?

Kill it.

The task of the 'gardener' is to plant seeds in the Tang Kingdom, but he didn't say that he was not allowed to kill, he Gu Changkong had already suffocated, and half a year's sullenness had to be sprinkled out, and his hands were full of blood.

In the cold wind and snow, the crowd outside the hall stared at Song Lei in the big array like hungry wolves, as if looking at a cowardly dead man.