"Where!

"Stand ......"

......

As soon as Qingyu showed his head in front of him, thousands of people chased after him, scrambling to catch him one by one.

"Bang bang!"

Ling Xiangyuan quietly flowed out from behind, carrying two bluestones to move bricks, and knocked them on the heads of the two, and the two of them suddenly had their heads blooming, blood flowed on their faces, and they were dizzy.

"Another bunny cub in the back!"

"Damn, this kid has a black hand!"

......

Those people shouted from behind, and they all surrounded Ling Xiangyuan, this time they were clever and scattered into two large armies to chase.

Qingyu's body was weird, and a grin flashed from the roof, and a group of people chased after him bustlingly, without touching him in the slightest.

Ling Xiangyuan's side is more miserable, his body is not as good as Qingyu, it all depends on his abnormal physique, he can resist beatings, his reaction ability is fast, and the attacks that cannot be avoided are all hard to catch with his body, and the people who chase behind him are basically people in the martial arts realm, and they can still hold it for a while.

There were a few bangs, and a few more people were knocked down by the bluestone bricks in Ling Xiangyuan's hand, and those people stood up in a daze, and the sound of scolding kept coming from behind him.

Beimo City was already jumped by the two of them, and the black-robed man and Zhang Xueyang also fought all the way out of Ling Mansion.

The black-robed man is a cultivator in the Yuan Infant Stage, and Zhang Xueyang is an immortal martial arts double cultivator, although he is a martial artist in the Nine Heavens, and his spiritual power is also the Nine Heavens of the Jindan Period, but the two complement each other, hand-to-hand combat, and the black-robed man is entangled by him and can't cast a magic trick, and the two are on par with each other.

It's just that the destructive power of the two of them is much greater, one after another spiritual power ripples emanate, the house collapses, Zhang Xueyang's fist Yuan Force flows, and the sky and the earth are cracking.

The place where the two fought, it was a mess, the huge destructive force destroyed the buildings one by one, and the sound in the Northern Desert City shook the sky, and innocent people took refuge one after another, standing in an open space to watch the battle.

If this continues, after the war, the Northern Desert City needs to be rebuilt, many people can't sit still, and the garrisons in the city are also involved, arresting and trying to control the scene.

The garrison in the city was one or two thousand, and there were thousands of people in the garrison who had cultivated to the realm of martial artists, and thousands of martial artists shot together, and the scene began to be controlled.

Ling Xiangyuan and Qingyu knew that something was wrong and wanted to escape, but thousands of masters of the martial arts realm arrived, and the two of them stopped with interest.

The fight between the black-robed man and Zhang Xueyang also stopped, the garrisons rushed over, the black-robed man took out a token, and as soon as those garrisons saw the token, they stood behind him respectfully, and he gave an order, and hundreds of martial artists surrounded Zhang Xueyang in the center.

As for the content of the token, Ling Xiangyuan was far away, and he didn't see it clearly for a while, what he was most concerned about now was how to get out, as the son of the general of Zhenbei, he knew how terrible the strength of the army was, and now he finally saw it with his own eyes.

Northern Desert City is one of the ten cities on the border of the Northern Desert, and there are so many large armies stationed, and most of the Northern Desert Defense Army is on the demon defense line.

"It's hard to escape now, and it has dragged you and Zhang Xueyang's predecessors down. Ling Xiangyuan looked around, glanced at Qingyu, and said reproachfully.

He thought to himself that if he hadn't been reckless, he wouldn't have dragged Zhang Xueyang and Qingyu down.

"Hee-hee!"

Qingyu smiled slightly, the two of them stood in the midst of thousands of troops, not timid, he smiled and said, "There will definitely be a way to get out." ”

"Hmm!" Ling Xiangyuan nodded, agreed in a deep voice, and thought of a way to escape, but with his stupid head, how could he think of it?

Zhang Xueyang was deeply encircled, with unwillingness in his eyes, sneering again and again, but he was also a tough guy with iron bones.

The black-robed man ignored him, walked straight to Ling Xiangyuan, and said to Ling Xiangyuan, "You are General Ling's son?"

"Tell me, who killed my father?" Ling Xiangyuan's eyes were bloodshot as he asked in a deep voice.

The black-robed man sighed and said with regret: "General Ling has been guarding the border of the Northern Desert for thirty years, some people say that he colluded with the demon clan, and the emperor invited General Ling to enter Beijing to inquire about this matter, but who knew that he was killed halfway." ”

"My father colluded with the Demon Clan?hahahaha, ridiculous and ridiculous!" Ling Xiangyuan sneered with his back to the sky, his face of disbelief.

"General Ling colluded with the demon clan, how could that be possible, he must have been framed by the villain!"

"The general's merits are high, maybe there is something hidden in it!"

"Damn, I don't believe that General Ling colluded with the demons!"

......

Ling Zhi colluded with the demon clan, not to mention Ling Xiangyuan, the people of the entire Northern Desert City looked at each other and didn't believe it.

The black-robed man's words were interrupted by Ling Xiangyuan, he was not annoyed, and said again: "Colluding with the demon clan was originally a big crime of the Jiu clan, and the emperor remembered that the general had countless military exploits, so this matter will not be investigated, and your Ling family has been reduced to a common people." ”

"General Ling, I didn't expect you to end up like this all your life for the country!"

Zhang Xueyang received Ling Zhi's favor, he couldn't hold back anymore, the anger in his heart exploded, and he scolded: "The dog thief is in charge, and he can't die well!"

Qingyu also has an unbelievable face, Ling Zhi's name, the entire Xiang Yuan Kingdom, who doesn't know who doesn't know, a generation of loyal ministers, and left with hatred.

"Hahahaha......"

Ling Xiangyuan's long hair was blown away by the cold wind, and he became the loneliest person in the dark night and snow, he laughed, two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks, and his heart felt like a knife.

He knelt on the ground, stared at the night sky, and shouted: "Dad, I didn't expect you to be loyal all your life, but now you have been killed without knowing that you have the name of colluding with the demon clan......

"Yes, it's a pity that under General Ling's Jiuquan, he won't be blind to death!"

"Alas, General Ling ......"

......

The garrisons of Beimo City were all Ling Zhi's subordinates, and they had all received Ling Zhi's favor to some extent, and they were all indignant for Ling Zhi in their hearts, and the army was restless for a while, and there were many discussions.

"Dad, one day, I will let them give you back your innocence!" Ling Xiangyuan looked at the people in front of him, his hair was furious, his robe was windless, and he said in a deep voice.

Two lines of tears fell, and in front of him was the blurred figure of his father, standing above the city, the calm and unhurried general of Zhenbei in front of the Jin Ge Iron Horse. Ling Zhi smiled and said, "Who has not ......died since ancient times?"

His sincere heart has guarded the Northern Desert for 30 years!

"Xiang Yuan......" Qingyu walked over and patted him on the shoulder, softly comforting him.

"Humph!"

The black-robed man's face was covered under the black robe, and after hearing Qingyu's voice, he snorted coldly and said to the left and right: "Arrest this person first and bring him to the Ling Mansion." ”

Qingyu panicked, stood behind Ling Xiangyuan, and said coldly, "I won't go back with you!"

The two martial artists listened to the order and moved together, Ling Xiangyuan stood in front of Qingyu, blocking him and stopping the two martial artists.

The black-robed man snorted coldly, and the purple mansion was like a purple sun, illuminating his emaciated figure, and with a gesture of his hand, his spiritual power was like an invisible hand, lifting Ling Xiangyuan up.

Seeing this, the two martial artists stepped forward to stop Qingyu, Qingyu dodged with his ingenious body technique, and two martial artists came behind him, captured him and brought him into the Ling Mansion, no matter how he struggled, it was in vain.

"Qingyu!"

Ling Xiangyuan was lifted in the air by the black-robed man, constantly struggling and shouting.

With a wave of his hand, the black-robed man threw Ling Xiangyuan's whole person out, slammed it to the ground, turned around and walked towards Ling's mansion, and said in a cold voice: "Break into the mansion of the envoy in the north of the town at night, plot against each other, and kill these two people!"

Thousands of martial artists surrounded the two of them, launched a group attack, and for a while the swords danced wildly, Zhang Xueyang had more than one enemy, and he also had to take care of Ling Xiangyuan, who fell to the ground, and was stabbed in the back, chest, and leg, and the blood stained his clothes red.

Even so, Zhang Xueyang still desperately protected Ling Xiangyuan from being hurt in the slightest.

The heavy snow fell in the Northern Desert City one after another, Ling Xiangyuan looked at Zhang Xueyang who was fighting in the crowd in front of him, his heart was dripping blood, his relatives and friends left him one by one, and they all blamed him for not having the strength to protect his relatives and friends.

He was annoyed and remorseful, but time has no regret medicine, and all he can do now is to work hard to become stronger, become the strongest, avenge his father, and wash away his grievances.

Thousands of martial artists poured in, and they couldn't bear to kill General Ling's son, but the military order was like a mountain, they could only grit their teeth and attack, this was no way to do it.

"Ahh

Zhang Xueyang screamed, several long knives pierced into his chest with a cold glow, he twisted hard, his face was painfully distorted, and his whole body surged, and those martial artists were blown out by him.

He drew the long knife that pierced his body, and the blood gurgled and stained the snow beneath his feet.

Ling Xiangyuan has a tough heart, his parents were killed, he was accused of being wronged, his spirit has reached the critical point of collapse, he doesn't want to see Zhang Xueyang die for him, and roared: "Senior, you go quickly, leave me alone!"

With blood stains on the corners of his mouth, Zhang Xueyang turned around and smiled, and said, "Xiang Yuan, even if I don't have you, I can't escape, not to mention that General Ling is as kind to me as a mountain!"

The martial artists surrounded them, and after they really couldn't kill the famous general Zhongliang, one of the martial artists couldn't bear it in his eyes, but he still raised the knife in his hand and slashed towards Zhang Xueyang.

"Zhi'er, I'm here!"

The cold flashed, Zhang Xueyang closed his eyes, and the figure of his beloved wife Dongmen Zhi'er flashed in his mind, he lived alone in the world, just to repay Ling Zhi's great kindness one day, and now he tried his best.

Laugh at the long knife, and die without regrets!

"Senior ......"

Ling Xiangyuan's eyes were about to split, his eyes were red, and he desperately crawled over, trying to stop the knife, although the two of them were close at hand, breaking a few steps away, but it was like the end of the world.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The long knife was about to be slashed, and a kind and solemn voice came from behind the crowd, and everyone turned their heads to see that it was an emaciated old man, dressed in a robe, and walked over.

"Old man Liu!"

Ling Xiangyuan raised his head and looked, it was the old man Liu of the Liu family's calligraphy, he never thought that the old man Liu was a monk, he was shocked in his heart, and what shocked him even more was the cultivation of the old man Liu.

Every time Old Man Liu took a step, his figure flashed, he stepped out of ten zhang in one step, and he took a few steps, and he was already in front of Zhang Xueyang, the long knife fell, and he clamped the blade between his two fingers, no matter how the martial artist used his vitality, he couldn't cut it.