In the twilight, the emerald had lost its former glory, and the evening breeze blew as if it shivered in pain and let out a low moan, and the air was filled with the blood of fierce battle.

In just a few months, Nightfire City has changed hands three times, and the swords, guns, marks, and shocking bloodstains on the ruined walls all tell the tragedy of the battle the day before in silence.

Compared with the difficulty of the dragon slaying army to capture Night Fire City, the three thousand blue wolf cavalry led by Ji Chengche rode the night attack to storm the wind and clouds, and the nearly 20,000 enemy soldiers stationed here fell into disintegration, and the newly appointed Night Fire City Lord was unable to break through the siege, and became a prisoner without any suspense.

Pity the young master of the Longwei tribe who is usually arrogant, and the throne of the city lord under his ass has not yet been hot, so he became a prisoner under the stairs in a daze, and was escorted into the black prison in a panic.

A new group of residents had just been replaced in the black prison, and the Silver Tooth tribe Na Zhe Chi Lie and others who had originally lived here had been released to regain their freedom, and many people from various tribes had also been captured.

In the Northern Wilderness, people are scarce, so population is particularly precious. Under normal circumstances, the victors do not kill them all, but instead reward the captives as slaves to the nobles and the warriors of their own tribe who have made great achievements.

Because the dragon slayer was in a hurry to hunt down Lady Lin, those captives who had not had time to share the reward were temporarily detained in Nightfire City, and the rewards would be given after the triumphant return of the army.

Tu Xuan never dreamed that a fierce wolf rider would come out from behind and beat his 20,000 horses into a sieve.

The sturdy young man among the tens of thousands of captives was immediately armed by Ji Chengche and formed an army of nearly fifteen thousand. At the same time, a large number of scouts and messengers flew from Nightfire City in all directions, gathering the people of the various tribes who were still waiting and watching, and gathering the stragglers who had been defeated on the ice field.

Ji Chengche was anxious for fear that Lin Yin would not be able to support it, so he wanted to send troops to rescue immediately, but found that in addition to the need for the army to be integrated, those who were superficially subservient and Naluo were also not stable, and they needed to be appeased and deterred, otherwise the mutiny halfway would not be known.

And the most critical thing is that the convoy of the Dragon Boat Festival has not yet arrived.

Ji Chengche was so busy every day that he was almost out of breath, let alone calming down and meditating and cultivating.

He had only been in the Northern Heavenly Palace for six days, and it was impossible for him to fully comprehend the "Demon Emperor Seal" treasured on the second floor of the Jingyue Pavilion.

At that time, in order to be in a hurry, Ji Chengche only swallowed the jujube and wrote it down, thinking that he would have time to slowly understand it later, but the result was a tragedy.

Seeing the twilight falling at this moment, Ji Chengche hurriedly took a jar of wine to worship Lin Han Temple, and Wang Rou and Zhe Chilie were also with him.

This is the third time Ji Chengche has come, he is already familiar with the road, and he can see the barren grass on the dirt slope in front of him, and there are piles of earth graves, or there are very few people who have carved their names on the stele, and the vast majority of them are unknown.

The mound of Linhan Temple is at the highest point of the dirt slope, and a wooden plaque is erected in front of the grave, on which the name is engraved in dragon language.

After Ji Chengche captured Night Fire City, he did not build a large amount of construction on the tomb of Lin Han Temple, but only made some minor repairs.

He had to wait until Mrs. Lin, Lin Yin, Lin Xiao, and Lin Xi came back together to add soil to this desolate grave. Of course, there are absolutely human heads in front of the grave that slay dragons and bear battles.

Ji Chengche patted open the sealing mud, sprinkled half of the wine in the jar on the grave of Lin Han Temple, and raised his head to raise the altar and drank a big sip.

According to the customs of the dragon clan, Zhe Chilie sprinkled a circle of grass seeds in front of the grave of Lin Han Temple, and sang the elegy of the Northern Wilderness in a low voice.

He was far less sad and uncomfortable about Lin Hansi's death than Ji Chengqing, but he was also somewhat sad.

If it weren't for the arrogance and suspicion of dragon slayer, and the concern for the safety of Zhe Yuhang, who went to Tiandu City with Lin Yin, maybe he would have surrendered to the enemy a long time ago.

However, even if he is now in a desperate situation, Zhe Chilie still has no joy in his heart.

He didn't think that with just three thousand wolf riders and a rabble of improvised patchwork, he would be able to defeat the dragon slayer. What's more, maybe the remnants of the night fire taken away by Mrs. Lin have been wiped out, and everything Ji Chengche did will not help.

At this time, a person walked slowly up from the barren slope, a white-robed Taoist priest that Zhe Chilie didn't recognize.

Wang Rou's eyes flickered slightly, as if there were ripples rippling in the cold pool, revealing a wisp of cold indication.

——Where do you not meet in life, this white-robed Taoist priest who walks up the barren slope is actually a real person in Tianbo!

His figure was still on the slope of the mountain dozens of zhang away, but the temperature at the top of the slope seemed to have plummeted below freezing point invisibly, and thousands of wisps of cold sword qi invisible to the naked eye pierced through the void, making the cold night of the Northern Wilderness come in advance.

Ji Chengche drank the last sip of wine in the altar in front of the tomb of Lin Han Temple, and silently stared at the tombstone, as if he didn't notice the person coming down the slope at all.

Zhe Chilie keenly smelled an unusual meaning in the air, and his right hand vigilantly pressed the hilt of the knife to look at Tianbo Zhenren: "Dao Chief—"

He used the demon language common in the mainland, and it stands to reason that the other party should be able to understand it.

But Tianbo Zhenren didn't hear it, his eyes focused on the back of Ji Chengche standing in front of the grave, and slowly spoke: "Your Highness Chengqing, I don't want you and I to meet in a foreign land thousands of miles away. ”

Ji Chengche put the empty wine jar in front of the tombstone of Lin Han Temple, and responded: "I never thought that a real person would come to the Northern Wilderness thousands of miles away. ”

Tianbo Zhenren stopped on the slope and said: "The Northern Wilderness Ice Plain is freezing cold, and it is better for Your Highness to return to the south as soon as possible." ”

"With Lao Zhenren's care, I have lived in the Northern Wilderness for many years and have long been accustomed to it, but the real people need to pay attention to the fickleness of the frost sword and snow sword when they first arrive. ”

Tianbo Zhenren sneered: "Could it be that His Highness insists on staying in the Northern Wilderness?"

Ji Chengche slowly turned around and said, "It's all here, you should always do something, right?"

Tianbo Zhenren had long expected that it would be impossible to say that Ji Chengqing would not be able to move Ji Chengqing to the war in the Northern Wilderness and Lin Yin with only three or two words of intimidation, and Fang Cai's words were just a final temptation.

"Keng!" the sword made the dragon Yinqing out of the sheath, the white sleeves swayed fiercely in the evening breeze, exuding a fierce spirit, and the grass and trees on the barren slope were suddenly like waves, like layers of blue waves surging towards Ji Chengqing.

"The last time the ten-mile long pavilion met flickered for a few months, I don't know how long His Highness Cheng Cheng has cultivated to enter the realm?"

"Keng!" "Keng!" As if responding to the sound of Si, the electric light of the Fetal Yuan Divine Sword burst into the sky, and Ji Cheng's clear figure was immovable under the pressure of the awe-inspiring sword qi, and his expression said calmly: "Dare to teach the real person!"

Tianbo Zhenren's eyebrows were inadvertently raised, and he said lightly: "It's okay to teach, young people, you should always know how to advance and retreat!"

He stepped out of the shrunken ground into an inch in one step, and the space in front of him seemed to be suddenly compressed, as if the end of the world was close at hand.

"Hum-" The sword roared like a clear sound of a red string, and the sword was like a clear sky, flying snow, and the cold fields were cold.

Unexpectedly, the fairy sword suddenly shook his right wrist, and the sword blade stabbed at Zhe Chilie like a dragon!

It turned out that he had already noticed Zhe Chilie, seeing that this person's outfit was either rich or expensive, he must be an important figure in the Northern Wilderness Dragon Clan, otherwise why didn't Ji Chengche bring other people, but only brought him to pay tribute to Lin Han Temple? If he could kill him, he could cut off Ji Chengqing's right hand and right-hand man, and the control of the dragon army he assembled would be greatly reduced.

As soon as Zhe Chilie saw that there was a secret murderous intention between Ji Chengche and Tianbo Zhenren, and he didn't have the joy and affection of meeting his old acquaintance in a foreign land, he knew that this person was friend or foe, and that something was wrong and he was quietly retreating to avoid the fire at the city gate and the fish in the pond.

Seeing that Tianbo Zhenren lured Ji Chengche away and suddenly stabbed at him with a sword, Zhe Chilie couldn't help but draw his sword in horror and shouted: "Dao Chief, spare your life!"

"Huh!" At the last moment, Wang Rou's eyes flew out with a quick azure eyebrow, one wrapped around Zhe Chilie's waist and threw him up, and the other stranded into a stick and slammed towards Tianbo Zhenren's "Biying Fairy Sword".

"Smack!" The azure eyebrow shadow struck on the fairy sword, and it rolled high and wide, and the sword brilliance of Ning Bi suddenly flashed.

"Ahh

"Keng!" "Keng!" the fetal Yuan Divine Sword Dragon soared into the sky, like thunder, and slashed the chest of Tianbo Zhenren.

With such a sharp weapon, Tianbo Zhenren didn't dare to shoot it directly, his body floated sideways to avoid the sword, and his sleeves were stretched out to Ji Cheng.

"Woo-" The big sleeves flew and the vitality was gathered, and in the snap of his fingers, it was like a thousand auspicious clouds generated from the bottom of the sleeves, and the reckless and majestic sky shrouded all directions.

Ji Cheng suddenly felt a cloud of unrestrained wind pressing from all directions like a tide, he was in danger and vibrated and roared, and the fetal Yuan Divine Knife Huo Ran twisted and flew to cut the big sleeves, and the mercury poured seamlessly between the move transitions, so that Tianbo Zhenren couldn't help but be amazed.

"Bang!" The blade sleeve hit the air angrily, and the clouds scattered, and Ji Chengche felt that his right arm was as numb as if he had been smashed by a sledgehammer, and the sharp energy penetrated into the meridians, almost unable to hold the divine knife in his hand.

He exhaled a breath of turbid qi and ran the dragon's breath to dissolve the qi in his body, and his body floated backwards to unload the remaining strength.

Tianbo Zhenren sighed in a low voice, obviously not satisfied with the result, shaking his shoulders and shaking his body, Ning Bi Immortal Sword aggressively took Ji Chengqing's heart.

He didn't want the sword to move, and his heart suddenly had an alarm, and thousands of thunders roared above his head, and a thousand streams of fire poured down like a brilliant waterfall.

"Fire Waterfall Spell!" Tianbo Zhenren didn't dare to be careless, and the jade fairy sword rose and turned, and flew like electricity.

The light sound of "bang" was only seen as a touch of blue bloom swept past the surging fire waterfall, and the magnificent and turbulent flowing fire exploded and dissipated and flew.

Tianbo Zhen's mouth was low, and his left palm poked out of his sleeve like a cone of broken sacs, and his five fingers burst out like a knife and cut towards Ji Cheng's neck.

There are many dreams at night, and under the barren slope are three thousand wolf riders and tens of thousands of dragon warriors, once they hear the news and rush to surround him, coupled with the runic bow and crossbow pressure array, they can pile themselves to death by relying on the number of people alone.

Therefore, Tianbo Zhenren only seeks a quick victory, and he will not hesitate to lose his skills even if he fights hard and loses his skills.

You must know that he finally caught Ji Chengche and left him alone, why did he come to that store in this village if he missed it?

For a time, Ji Chengche was in danger under the stormy attack of Tianbo real people! (83 Chinese .com.)