The team was drawing their knives again, fighting desperately, and at this time he had many wounds on his body, but he did not feel any pain.

The knife technique is concise and in place, and every time the knife is released, there is a scream, and the opponent is dead on the spot.

After a series of slashes, a master among the lynx finally freed his hand, noticed this side, and a few ups and downs were about to run over.

Seeing that he was about to arrive with another leap, he was hugged by a "dead corpse" at his feet, and saw that the man's legs were broken, and only the flesh and blood were blurred. "Black boss, let's go! Pull the brothers to keep some seeds!"

The person who spoke was a team leader who was familiar to the black boss, and at this moment his eyes were full of anger and tears, but there was nothing he could do, and he rushed forward with righteousness and only sent him to death.

When the black boss heard movement from the side, he didn't look at it, and slashed back with a diagonal knife, hacking to death a soldier who pounced on him.

Before he could catch his breath, another grenade rushed forward, drew his arm away, and was about to throw a short spear in his hand. The black boss was so shocked that he threw out the big knife with all his might, and directly pinned the short spear to the ground before it was thrown.

A wave did not settle, a wave rose again, a sharp pain in the back, and the cold almost couldn't hold on, and fell to the ground. After swinging the knife and slashing it, he saw that several enemies around him had fallen, and shouted again, "Let's go!"

The few remaining warriors were all old fritters, and when they heard the meaning of the words, they rushed to kill each other and grabbed a few horses and ran! At this moment of life and death, everyone's potential was infinitely magnified, rushing left and right, and constantly accelerating, like a wave of red-eyed demon gods. The shouts of killing were gradually thrown behind in the distance.

They did not dare to pause, as if they were being held hostage by the god of fate, and their consciousness gradually blurred and they lost consciousness.

When the team was gradually regaining consciousness, they felt a splitting headache, soreness, and extreme thirst. I couldn't help but groan and opened my eyes hard. A bright light was dazzling, almost blind.

I saw a round of rising sun, hanging in the middle of the sky.

There were some fallen horses and the remnants of the staggered mountain antelope around them, and they finally escaped.

The same scene was played out in several places yesterday. After all, it is the top battle sequence of the Demon Sect, and although the army is defeated, it still has the ability to escape. The black boss doesn't know how many brothers ran out, but he only knows that he finally left some seeds, and even if he rebuilds in the future, he will rely on it.

The black boss looked at the few remaining brothers around him, some of them knew, and some of them were just kind. He couldn't control his emotions anymore and left tears!

Yes, the mountain saint antelope was defeated, but they were not unjustly defeated, even in the eyes of the Central Plains Army, they were heroes who stood and died.

It can only be said that it is a miracle to be able to escape now. But at the moment, I don't know where I am, and it's the right thing to do when I get back to the back of the Holy Sect. Thinking of this, his desire to survive was particularly strong. Although he was hit by several arrows and was hit by blades many times, most of them were flesh wounds, all of which were on his hands and feet, and did not affect his movements.

After a while, several soldiers also woke up slowly, and after waking everyone up with each other, they discussed, took off all their armor, and put them together to form the image of a homeless person, so that they could cross the war zone and return to the Holy Religion.

After finding some supplies from the horses, removing the water bladders, and checking through some useful equipment, the group set out on the long way home.

In the past, the opponents they defeated fled like this, but now, it is their turn, and it has to be said that feng shui takes turns.

The battle curtain has come to an end for the time being, and at this moment, the atmosphere in the righteous path tent is depressing.

If it weren't for the precious life-saving pill, Xuanyuan Qing was afraid that his soul would have returned to the underworld, but he was still on the verge of being cut off several times, and everyone who was worried had a headache, if Xuanyuan Qing died here, the group of tigresses in his family would have to tear them apart.

Just when the clouds were gloomy, a person fell from the sky, but no one knew anyone present, the person who came was dressed in a cyan fairy dress, with a light bun and a hosta, and his appearance was beautiful, but his face was covered with frost, and his breath was huge.

Just as everyone reacted to defend themselves, they saw that she didn't even look at her, and went straight through everyone, as if they hadn't seen her.

When he came to Xuanyuan Qing's big tent, he said to Ying Wuji: "Qing boy is inside, how is the situation?"

Hearing this, he knew that the person who came was a friend and not an enemy, and Ying Wuji boldly replied: "Brother Qing is inside, but the situation is very bad, we have no choice, we have already sent a message to the Xuanyuan clan, I am afraid that it is...... Besides, it's not a good time to visit, and you're still ......."

After hearing this, the visitor was stunned for a moment, and said to himself: "It's all your sins!" and then walked into the big tent, Ying Wuji heard this, his courage exploded, and he didn't dare to talk back when his aura was pressed, and he was only stunned for a while.

Everyone gathered around to ask Ying Wuji about the identity of the visitor, he shook his head and smiled bitterly and said that he didn't know.

Several people hurriedly entered the tent, for fear of any accidents, but they saw someone standing on the side of Xuanyuan Qing's couch, with two fingers of his right hand on the Xuanyuan Qing vein door, frowning, but the demeanor was also extremely beautiful.

After half the incense time, he took out a milky white jade pot from his waist, poured out a red pill, broke Xuanyuan Qing's mouth and put it in, Ying Wuji saw that everyone's eyes were all on the woman, and no one paid attention to the identity of the comer.

stepped forward and said, "Dare to ask..."Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Tianyu strode in and said, "Tourmaline Palace, senior Qin Fu." ”

After saying this, the needle drop on the scene could be heard, and everyone was shocked. They had heard of Qin Fu's prestige, but when she was one of the few top masters today, with her here, there was nothing to worry about even if the prince of Jiuli was in person. Presumably, Xuanyuan Qing's injury can be controlled temporarily.

Half a day later, a huge bird landed in front of the tent, and the wind blew all the soldiers in front of the tent.

An old man in blue came down from the giant bird, and when he saw the person coming, Xuanyuan Cheng was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and said, "Great Elder, why are you here, Your Highness... Your Highness is afraid—" The words choked up.

Xuanyuan Qing is the hope of the Xuanyuan clan, if something happens to him, it will be a huge blow to the Xuanyuan clan, and besides, the two of them grew up together, and their feelings are deep.

The old man is the great elder of the Xuanyuan clan, Xuanyuan Lang, who has been in seclusion for many years, and the old man sighed: "A few days ago, I worshiped the ancestors in the ancestral shrine, and the Xuanyuan clan's Yuan Huo suddenly became dim, and there were signs of extinguishment, so I knew that something had happened to the young boy. ”

Xuanyuan Cheng introduced the Great Elder into the tent, Xuanyuan Lang knew Qin Fu, and after the two of them saw each other, the Great Elder was silent after checking Xuanyuan Qing, with a grim expression.

Qin Fu is the one who understands the effect of the Nine Deaths and One Life Pill the most, and only a handful of people who have used it can survive. There was both pain and hatred in his heart, the pain was that Xuanyuan Qing's life and death were unpredictable, and he hated that he hadn't found out that the pill had been stolen.

couldn't help complaining about Xuanyuan Jin, if he was alive, how could there be such a catastrophe.