Nian An felt that his eyes were stabbed by the light, and a scorching wave of air slapped on his face.

He subconsciously pulled out the rope that had been prepared in his arms and tied himself and Qiuqiu tightly, and held the blackened iron sword in his right hand.

The running procession was a little chaotic, and Nian An saw that the general named Li Jingyu put his hands together on a few military horses and lit the spirits and hot oil on their backs.

The horses were in pain, hung in flames, and ran together towards the north.

Some of them didn't have enough strength on their feet, or they were burned so hard that they fell to the ground after barely a few steps. But all the horses were connected by iron cables, so that the horses that fell to the ground were dragged by thirty or forty other horses.

The burning horses went berserk, following Mr. Wei and his burning book cloud into the pouring green tide.

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The flow of people in front of him took steps and began to run wildly, Nian An exhaled a few breaths, as if he could hear the heavy sound of the heart, and he did not hesitate to follow.

The smell of the sudden pressure outside the city gate was terrible, like spoiled carrion that could not be stored in the summer, and people couldn't help frowning.

Nian An looked a little away, and in front of him was a rushing tide.

The earth-shattering hiss and roar stabbed him almost to the point of ringing in his ears.

He could only instinctively take a tight stride and keep up with the crowd running in front of him.

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The cloud of books burning in the sky followed Mr. Wei's back and crashed straight into the green tide.

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The monsters fell backwards layer by layer like frosted persimmons.

Then there was a familiar low buzzing sound in the boy's ears, which made his mouth tremble, his stomach rolling, and he almost wanted to stand there retching.

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Hearing the order of the Red Flower Lord, the tide began to slowly converge towards the middle, and the low-level monsters seemed to be desperate to rush towards the old man who turned into a white light.

Nian An looked up at the old gentleman who was like a lighthouse in the middle of the waves, and there was a sense of awe from the deepest part of his heart.

Is this the true Great Practitioner?

Just now, the thunder should be the Heavenly Tribulation, the Six Tribulations, and the feather tribulation depicted by this hidden old gentleman and the sword is not far away.

Nian An couldn't bow his head for a moment, but the front end of the team that broke through in front of him had already collided with the monster tide.

Dozens of flaming military horses, their flesh and skin turned over, rushed towards the group of monsters like fireballs, and the oil on their bodies scattered in all directions, bursting a river of fire around them.

A monster was trampled in front of him.

The monsters in the back wanted to rush up, but they were instinctively afraid of the real fire, so they had to retreat, and the scene was a little chaotic for a while. Many monsters were squeezed into the river of fire, and the blackened oil was glued, and immediately burned with a roar.

The tide seemed to be pierced by a small red awl.

The breakout team struggled to pour into the tide from its small opening, and the boiling monsters screamed around them.

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Mr. Wei silently recited: "Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old charms. ”

The rain of books in the sky was divided into two waves, one wave flew towards the fleeing team, turning into a ring ruler and slamming the strange tide of those who tried to rush through the flames to cut off the breakthrough team.

Another wave descended from the sky, all of them circled in front of Mr. Wei's body, condensing into a huge hand burning arm at a rapid speed.

Mr. Wei raised his hand and smashed it like thunder at the Honghua General who was hiding behind the Chinese army.

As soon as Honghua shouted, the tall Dawei soldiers in the Chinese army gathered forward at the same time, raised their high shields, and suddenly met the huge arm that smashed them.

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Nian An gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and rushed towards the gap that was about to close with the person in front of him. Everyone knew that once the tide closed, they would never be able to pass it again, and the team that broke through would be cut in two.

Then the boy heard Mr. Wei's roar from the middle of the monster tide in front of him, and he saw that green shadows were constantly shooting into the sky behind the monster tide.

"Let's go!" General Lee's thunderous roar rang out in front of the group. His voice fell along with the clouds of burning books in the sky that had fallen into the horde of monsters.

Then his arms turned into two green ancient wooden hands that were thicker than his body, and the vines wrapped around the trunk of the tree bulged out like life, extracting nutrients from Li Jingyu's body and pouring them into the wood's hands.

Under the sweep of the wooden hand, there were constantly monsters flying out sideways in front of the breakthrough team.

However, General Lee's complexion also deteriorated.

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There were still a few last breaths before the tide closed, Nian An rushed in one step, and under his feet was a short isolation belt separated by war horses and fire oil, and the monsters around him were still pressing forward, seeing that the road was about to be closed.

A woman twisted her foot in the run, her right hand danced in vain in the air, and with her left hand she pulled a little girl of three or four years old to sit on the ground, and the running crowd did not stop at all to pass her.

The little girl sat on the ground, baring her teeth, looking at the wasteland around her, which looked like a Shura field, with a look of amazement.

Her mother struggled several times but could not get up, so the well-behaved little girl turned around and tried to pull her mother up.

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Nian An was carrying Qiuqiu on his back and was running forward with his head down, but suddenly heard a woman's sharp cry not far behind him. He paused at his feet, and when he looked back, a woman was sitting on the ground with her child in her arms, hugging each other and shivering.

The child's first cry was still in her throat, and the woman had been stabbed to death by the steel fork that the monster behind her had passed through, and blood splattered the little girl's face.

The monsters around him are still approaching.

The young man turned around without hesitation and ran in the direction of the flow of people with Qiuqiu on his back.

He was like a clumsy moth that pounced on the lamplight, screaming in his mouth, and clumsily drew his iron sword and rushed towards another simple knife that was about to be pointed at the little girl.

Qiuqiu on the young man's back smiled.

Nian An can only stab such an action, but just like the countless times he has practiced, his stab is very powerful and accurate, although he is flustered, but this sword is still worthy of being on the back of the sword of the road.

The monster with the knife felt pain in his hand, and the knife flew away.

Nian An stepped forward and took the little girl's hand, carried Qiuqiu on her back, and pulled the sword with the other hand to run. But just after stopping an action, three or four weapons around him attacked him at the same time.

A man burst out of the ranks, wielding a short spear and swinging his three-knife weapon.

Du Rui withdrew Nian An with his left hand: "Good boy, don't go quickly!"

Nian An Yuguang glanced at this person and saw that he was the captain of the personal soldiers beside General Li that he had seen yesterday.

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Chang Dujun didn't know what to mutter, he stood at the back of the line, and saw that the tiny gap was about to close and the books that Mr. Wei was protecting them were about to be consumed, he plunged his hands into the ground, so there was a mud stream that rose and spread along the place where his hand was inserted into the ground, solidified, and raised, and in the middle of the breath made two tall stone walls, which were beneficial to his two ends.

"Let's go!" he said in a hoarse voice, his hands outstretched, as if he wanted to use the stone wall of his hands to open a way for the breakthrough team to survive the waves.

Countless people who were leaning on the back of the line desperately squeezed past Changdu County.

The white wolf roared, grabbed the Pu knife and struggled to cut through the surrounding monsters that rushed up and roared: "Dujun, go!"

There were still many city guards and people who had not entered the gap, so Changdu County did not listen, did not see, and did not say a word to the white wolf and the other soldiers around him who persuaded him to leave.

More and more monsters flocked to Changdu County and the circle of city defense troops beside him.

Du Jun shouted: "No regrets!"

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This is the last picture that Nian An saw in the afterglow of Changdu County, the stone walls supported by one person at both ends of the gap were still cracked by the boundless tide after more than a hundred people were put in.

The tall white wolf, with a hideous look on his face, grabbed the knife with his left and right hands at the same time to cut open the monster next to him that wanted to approach the capital.

But where can a drop of water compare to a wave?

Nian An carried the big girl on his back, pulled the little girl in his hand, and rushed forward with his head down.

At the front of the team, Chang Sigongzi carried his sister and burst into tears.

"Break!" Mr. Wei roared, pulling up his golden fist and slamming away the countless monsters in front of him with a single blow.

The last wave of book clouds in the sky warmed up and turned into popular fire rain condensation, tearing apart the sky star and smashing into the tide of monsters.

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Honghua will hide behind the tall Chinese army guards and umbrella siege vehicles, and hissed in a high pitch. So the sound began to spread from the Chinese army, squeezing fiercely towards the fleeing team that was still breaking through to the north.

Wei Xian put his hands behind his back, and the words of the world floated on his chest, and as his white hair danced, the pages and chapters of the book turned backwards like a spirit.

From behind the siege engine, the red flower general spoke in a human-like accent, "Is it worth your life in exchange for the lives of this group of ants?"

There are rules for everything, which cannot be crossed or crossed. The Confucian book says: "There are no rules, there is no circle." ”

So even if Mr. Wei is really tall, he must not be the opponent of this tide-like monster.

After all, he is not a Lu Immortal on the Seventh Tribulation.

Mr. Wei said with a smile: "Which is more important?"

After finishing speaking, his body rose tall, and he slapped the monster in front of him for the breakthrough team with a pair of palms with purple wind and thunder, and then he turned around, and his hands stretched out to his side, and he opened up for a long time, more and more than forty or fifty zhang left and right, as if to stop the monster tide behind him.

This is his dharma.

Honghua will laugh in his heart, he thought that such a wonderful and gorgeous human master would embarrass him, but he never thought that it would be so easy to deal with, or what the Great King said, human beings are just a group of hypocritical and fragile emotional spirits, what grandmaster, Great Sage, if you have a weakness, you can only be beaten into the dust from the high platform after all.

The red flower will stir the crown around his neck, and the tide of monsters will rush towards the fleeing party that has finally broken through behind Mr. Wei.

That's the waves! It's Mr. Wei's tall Dharma Phase, and in the vast wilderness green tide, it is just a small ruler.

His expression remained unchanged, and he whispered in a deep voice: "The affairs of the world, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and there is no certain reason." ”

The tide of monsters on the mountain crashed against him, stirring up a little dust, and Mr. Wei's law was pressed back a step.

He didn't say a word, his white hair flew, and hundreds of monsters were rolled into dust in front of him.

It was another tide, and the thousands of troops seemed to want to crush Mr. Wei in front of him and shoot him down.

The old gentleman took another step back.

Then there was the second wave, the third tide, the fourth tide, wave after wave.

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The crowd that broke through was led by Li Jingyu to the north desperately, and the roar of the monster behind them became farther and farther away, lower and lower.

There was a gentleman standing there, and the tide couldn't hit the shore.

Nian An turned around, there were many things, many things, and many people, and they were hidden in the wilderness of the northwest along with the continuous regression of the scenery around him.

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This is the four hundred and thirty-second tide, tens of thousands of monsters can be damaged by one-third, and Mr. Wei, who broke three thousand six by one person, still has a breath of breath.

He shouldn't be able to get through this wave.

He still has his last breath, and he can't give him the best of the best, and he can't give the people peace anymore.

He broke one of the seven orifices, flew out of his body, and ascended into the sky.

Then his body was drowned in the tide of thousands of charging monsters, scattered into mud, and there was nothing left.

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If you push the days back to March and April after the breakout battle, you can see an old gentleman in a white robe in front of a tomb on the outskirts of Kyoto in Great Xia.

A few bold children came forward to check, but they couldn't find the old man's real body.

Then, with the last winter snow falling into the ground, when the first red bean in the south sprouted, no one saw him again.

The old people still remember that the first rays of sunshine in the early spring of that year were particularly bright.