"Come out. Master Fang Cun didn't even look at his head and muttered.

However, there was no movement on the beams above him.

"If you don't come out again, I will let your thirteen uncles make you a thief and beat you down. Master Fang Cun smiled.

I could only hear the sound of rustling on the beams of the Great Buddha Treasure Hall, constantly ringing, like old dust, also falling.

"Don't, I'll come down. The sound of silence sounded from the beam above the Great Buddha Treasure Hall.

Then, an iron tower-like Arhat descended from the sky and landed beside Master Fangcun.

"Wusha, tell me, how have I treated you with your master over the years?" Master Fang Cun asked him.

"You and Master treat me as if they were our own, but there is nothing to say. Wu Sha said.

"Okay, now I have something to explain to you, after you hear it, don't make a fuss whether you want it or not. Master Fang Cun became serious.

Wusha nodded.

Master Fang Cun saw Wusha nodding, and then continued:

"You were there just now, and I didn't drive you away, and it is precisely because you are a relaxed person and you also intend to let you hear. Now, I want you to grow your hair and return to the vulgar and assist the new Qingdi Khan. Master Fang Cun said.

"I want to take my vajra with me. "Wusha hesitated.

"I gave permission, listen: start when you meet the green, and come out when you see the emperor. Rise with the light, and extinguish with the tiger. Master Fang Cun muttered.

"Write it down, and go down the mountain without evil. "Wusha carried the vajra out of the Great Buddha Treasure Hall.

"It's pure, it's clean now, but it won't be long before it's going to be hard to be pure, right? I, shouldn't I do this?

At the foot of the Great Khan Mountain, Yan Liuhe is really red-eyed.

It's not just because of the merry killing, but also because of the blood everywhere he looks.

Blood, all blood!!

On the purgatory-like Shura field, the sky was dyed red.

Mountains of corpses, lying in pools of blood, are all young lives.

Even his face was splashed with blood.

It was a layer of blood, which had dried on his face, and then it had been splashed on his face······

Yan Liuhe wiped his eyes, and raised the Feilu Sword that had already rolled up at the guys who were about to surround him again.

"Hahahahaha

Those soldiers really didn't dare to step forward, and even if they did, they would be unable to move forward because of the constant trembling of their legs and stomachs.

They looked behind them, and Nurru, who couldn't stand up because of seven or eight sword wounds, was now directing them with bared teeth and directing them to attack a man, a man who never seemed to know what exhaustion was.

This guy, the fate of the old tragedy, almost no one under his command has been hit by Yan Liuhe's second sword, because the soldiers who were hit by the sword have already died.

Only him, his face was blurred with flesh and blood, and he was hit by seven swords on his body, and he couldn't stand up, but he still breathed a sigh of relief.

He began to doubt his life, and suspected that the author Fengtian Chengyun was reluctant to let him die, so he let him come out and be funny.

"Kill, kill him, I'll give you a bounty of one thousand~" Nurru grinned and stared at the beads of his eyes, looking very terrifying.

"If you have the strength, save it, and when this guy is almost exhausted, go up and make up for him a few more hammers. Dong Zhuang said.

Dong Zhuang was actually not comfortable, the harrier turned over after the horse was startled just now, although it landed smoothly, but when he moved, he stepped on the trap placed by the hunter.

He hurts, really:

The snot and tears flowed in harmony, and the waterfall was also embarrassed when it saw it.

Howling that family has strong skills? Anyway, Lei Ming is the king in vain.

The two of them almost didn't have the strength to fight Yan Liuhe anymore, so they had to let the two hundred cavalry come forward as cannon fodder.

Look at the Feilu Sword with the blade in Yan Liuhe's hand, it is a sword made of Xuantie and Iron, although it is not as good as the Rainbow Sword, and it is even less than the broken sword in Yan Liuhe's mind, but how to say that it is also a sword.

But it curled.

Because today, it drank the blood of seventy-six people in one go, and it was truly unblessed.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, in Yan Liuhe's eyes, except for the broken sword, the sword weapons in the world are all mortal.

In his eyes, the Feilu sword with a curled blade or the Feilu sword without a curled blade, and the Rainbow Sword, the Iron Sword, the White Iron Sword, and even the wooden sword, are all the same, they are just called swords, they are just ordinary products.

However, because of this, he knew that this sword weapon was useless, and he could not use it to kill people anymore.

"See? Lord Nurru Chito, that guy's sword has been curled. Dong Zhuang said, pulled out a flying knife, and threw it at Yan Liuhe.

Of course, this can't hurt Yan Liuhe, and Dong Zhuang has no extravagant hopes, he is just testing Yan Liuhe.

After all, it's been an afternoon, and they really want to know if Yan Liuhe really won't get tired.

Of course, Yan Liuhe was tired, and he was already tired, but even if he was tired and was about to fall down the next moment, at this moment, he was still supporting himself.

Because he knew that only by holding on could he wait for Ji Xin to come, and only then could Kong Liang, who hid in the mountain, be safe.

He heard the wind in his ears, knew the danger, and hurried to hide.

But under this evasion, his condition was completely exposed.

The speed of his body is obviously much, much slower.

"Lord Nurru Chito, do you see that? Quick, quick, it's your turn to mend a hammer. "Dong Zhuang drinks Nurru.

"Shut up, you lowly Han man, you must not say a word, if you have been struck by so many swords, you will now fall in a pool of blood like my brothers. You're going to get eaten by rats, ants, whatever. Nurru raised his Mongolian scimitar and pointed it at Dong Zhuang.

"We said okay, let's deal with these guys together, that's how you cooperate with us?" Dong Zhuang looked at the Mongolian scimitar and said quietly.

At the same time, the dagger was already tightly clasped in his right hand.

"Cooperation, cooperation, equality, bazi, how many brothers have I died? That's a line of people, and behind them, there are families, you know?" Nurru drank to him.

Dong Zhuang took advantage of Nurru's anger, distracted his attention, kicked out, kicked Nurru with the Mongolian scimitar on the wrist, and kicked the Mongolian scimitar away.

"As soon as you are successful, you will have this enlightenment when you put on this dress and are still in the Northern Regions. Dong Zhuang placed the dagger on Nurru's neck and made a motion to wipe his neck.

"I, I, I know. Nurru nodded.

"Hey, that's right, good cooperation, we all have benefits, we have a common enemy! Tell me what you just now, why bother, why bother?" Dong Zhuang smiled and put away the dagger.

As they were talking, they suddenly heard a roar that resounded through the sky, and when they looked at it, they saw a horse lance piercing Yan Liuhe's back straight and straight······