"Why are you so irritable tonight?" Mu Yu frowned lightly and said to himself, "Is it a whim?"

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The next day, after a night of meditation, the pastoral prayer was suddenly disturbed by a rapid knock on the door. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

With a creak, the door opened with the wind blowing in the sleeve. The temporary Daizhou Mu hurriedly trotted in, and after bowing to the pastor, he said in a panic: "The immortal master is not good, Wu Zhaoguo's army is coming again!"

Mu Yu frowned tightly and said softly: "Yesterday, Wu Zhaoguo just completed a tough battle, why did he fight again today?"

According to the previous law, Wu Zhaoguo basically fought a fortified battle once every three days, and frequent battles not only made the officers and soldiers defending the city feel tired, but also the other party.

"Go to the castle tower!" the pastor whispered.

A little, Pingzhou City Tower.

Glancing at Senior Brother Li with a solemn expression, Mu Yu's eyes flickered slightly, and then, he turned his head and glanced at the city below, the horseman who exuded a murderous aura.

"How do you feel today, this group of secular armies has become different?" the pastor murmured softly.

"The thief cultivator of Dong'an Kingdom, there is a kind of come down to fight with me!" A burly man, about thirty years old, carried a huge axe, pointed to the pastoral language on the city tower, and shouted and cursed.

Mu Yu turned a blind eye to this, and propped his hands on the battlement, his fingers rubbing against the skin of the wall, because he was too hard, scraping off a layer of lime.

The strong man was tired of scolding, and retreated in a hurry.

Immediately, a silver-robed young man, surrounded by the cultivators of the Giant Sword Sect, proudly came to a distance of a few zhang from the city, stood with his hands in his hands, and said in a deep voice: "I think you Daoists know very well that this war is not a war in the secular world, in that case, why should you shrink under the protection of the secular army? If you win the battle today, I Zhou Tianmu swear that I will withdraw from the army! I will not commit any offense in the autumn of five months!

Mu Yu's expression moved, and he shouted: "Who are you, why should I believe you?"

"I am the head of the Giant Sword Sect, and the eight disciples under my seat are also! If you don't believe me, I'll make a demon oath right now. Zhou Tianmu meticulously repeated the previous words, swearing with the demon in his heart, it is the most unpredictable oath in the immortal cultivation world, once it is violated, under normal circumstances, absolutely no one can be spared.

Mu Yu hesitated, knowing that this Zhou Tianmu dared to make such an oath, he must be full of confidence and be able to defeat the Eight-clawed Fire Mantis Array in this battle!

"Master, promise, otherwise, Pingzhou City will definitely not hold on to this month. The Tang family master said in a low voice.

Mu Yu shook his palm fiercely, making a crackling sound, his eyes were bloodshot, like a gambler, and nodded, "Okay!

Under the city, Zhou Tianmu's lips showed a sneer, he was not afraid of the shepherd's words at all, as the Tang family master said, the officers and soldiers of Pingzhou were already at the end of the crossbow, and it was only a matter of time before the city was broken, and he might not even be able to hold out this month.

The gates opened, and hundreds of monks rushed out.

The secular army of Wu Zhaoguo retreated a mile, and the four hundred monks of the Giant Sword Sect slowly walked out.

The two camps of monks walked to the center, and the distance between the two sides was only twenty zhang.

"Has this fellow Taoist ever heard of an idiom?" Zhou Tianmu asked abruptly.

Mu Yu frowned, "What do you mean?"

Zhou Tianmu's lips curled, revealing a strange smile, and said: "This idiom is called leading the snake out of the hole, and today is the time of death." ”

Mu Yu opened his mouth, and was about to say something, when suddenly, a loud shout came out of Zhou Tianmu's mouth: "Sacrifice to the treasure!"

Boom!

A flame flew out of Zhou Tianmu's storage bag, and the four hundred monks shouted in unison, their hands raised high, and the majestic mana continued to penetrate into the flame.

The flame changed rapidly, forming a fire dragon, and in the body of the fire dragon, there was a magic sword!

"This is a medium-grade Heavenly Spirit Treasure artifact personally created by the Venerable Master of our Sect Burning Yuan six hundred years ago......! Burning the abyss!" Zhou Tianmu looked solemn and shouted.

"Medium-grade Acquired Spirit Treasure?!" Mu Yu gasped, no wonder it needed to be controlled by four hundred Qi Refining Stage cultivators!

"Chop!" Zhou Tianmu drank vigorously, recited the mantra, and with a wave of his big arm, the ancient sword of the Burning Abyss was like opening the sky, splitting straight down, and ploughing out a scorched black ditch of several feet from the ground!

"Formation!" shouted the pastor, hoarsely.

Rumble!!!

The eight-clawed fire mantis and the fire dragon turned into the Burning Abyss Ancient Sword slammed together, like a thunderous explosion, filling everyone's eardrums, and some of the two sect disciples with low cultivation were either stunned or let out a miserable scream, and two black blood flowed down the eardrums.

With the first blow, one of the forelimbs of the eight-clawed fire mantis was reduced to nothing, and eighty disciples were killed and wounded!

Mu Yu inhaled the cool air, and didn't care about reacting, and the other party's second sword slashed!

Burst!

The other forelimb of the eight-clawed fire cockroach grabbed like lightning and pinched the neck of the fire dragon that the Burning Abyss Ancient Sword had turned into, however, the sharp sword qi directly crushed this forelimb, and fifty disciples were killed and injured!

"Kill!" Zhou Tianmu roared, his eyes full of bloodthirsty violence.

"Open the city gates!" the shepherd yelled back, and the eight-clawed fire cockroach stood upright, jumped violently, and rushed towards the city gate like lightning.

Burst!

The third sword was slashed out, and the left leg of the eight-clawed fire cockroach was cut off at the root, and dozens of monks fell to the ground screaming, and were ploughed to pieces by the fire dragon rushing behind them!

When most of the eight-clawed fire mantis rushed into the city gate, Mu Yu's eyes showed a hint of hesitation, but it was quickly replaced by coldness, "Close the city gate!"

The city gate officials did not dare to disobey, and the heavy iron gate began to slowly close.

At the same time, Mu Yu spewed out a true element on the crimson token, chanting a spell, but when the last note fell, the eight-clawed fire mantis array suddenly disintegrated.

The monk located on the right limb of the eight-clawed fire mantle, after losing the protection of the magic circle, the city gate was also completely closed, completely exposed to the fire dragon that rushed towards him.

"No ......" a rapid and miserable scream came out, and then in just three breaths, it came to an abrupt end.

Rumble!

The Burning Abyss Ancient Sword smashed angrily against the steel city gate, and a shocking pit suddenly appeared in the center of the city gate!

In the city, Mu Yu's pupils constricted, his palms clenched tightly, he gritted his teeth, his voice was cold, without a trace of emotion, "Retreat north!"

"What?" some of the monks were still apprehensive, not hearing what the pastor had said before.

"Let's ...... Retreat north!" the shepherd whispered.

"But the task assigned by the sect is to defend Pingzhou City. Senior Brother Li said in a deep voice.

Mu Yu's eyes, like a hungry wolf, stared coldly at Senior Brother Li, who was fearless and looked directly at him.

Mu Yu lowered his head and sighed, "Then let's hold on." ”

When everyone heard this, they looked at Senior Brother Li's figure, and their eyes showed a trace of hatred.

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Three minutes later, the gates of Pingzhou City were lost, and about 30,000 officers and soldiers began to turn into street fighting.

Ten minutes later, somewhere in the middle of the city.

"I didn't want to kill you, but because of your existence, I and my junior brothers have been put in danger. ”

"Traitor! the sect will not ......"

A yellow glow shone on the pale face of a young man, and at his feet, a headless corpse, blood pouring out.

"I'm sorry...... Mu Yu muttered softly, and a fireball was thrown out, burning Senior Brother Li's body to ashes.

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With a little effort, Mu Yu summoned his fellow soldiers in the streets and alleys, and shouted: "Everyone obeys the order and begins to retreat north!"

"Senior brother!" a young disciple called, and was greeted by Mu Yu's cold eyes.

The young disciple swallowed his saliva and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother Li is gone. ”

Mu Yu was silent for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice: "Senior Brother Li...... Due to his injuries, the soldiers were relieved. ”

Everyone was silent, no one was speaking, as if accepting this "fact".

"Senior brother, what about the rest?" someone pointed to the soldiers who were still fighting in the city.

"This group of people will only die faster if they follow us. Mu Yu whispered, on the way to the north, it is indispensable to break out a fighting war, and ordinary soldiers who are not even born will only slow down their pace and die faster.

Mu Yu walked over, patted the Tang family master's shoulder, glanced at the Li family master, and said: "Your family business and foundation are all in Pingzhou, and after we leave, you will lead the soldiers in the city...... Surrender. ”

"Master, you ......" The two heads of the family bowed in fear, opened their mouths, and wanted to say something, but were rudely interrupted by the pastor: "Don't talk nonsense with me, I don't want to watch you go to a dead end after more than a month." Whether it is the monarch of Wuzhao or the head of the five major sects, they are all ambitious and wise people, and when you surrender, I will not embarrass you too much. ”

The words fell, and the pastoral words brushed their clothes and left.

The two heads of the family looked at the back of the shepherd, and they couldn't afford to bow down for a long time, and there were tears in their old eyes.

For the first time, they had the most sincere respect for this young man.

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On the outskirts of Pingzhou, a small forest land.

"Whew!"

The sound of the wind was heard, accompanied by a scream, and a human head flew up, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Hahaha..."The fifth!" The strong man holding the giant axe laughed, hung the head of the Sword Sect monk on his belt, licked the stinky blood on the giant axe, and his eyes showed excitement.

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At the cliff, a female cultivator with messy hair panted and looked at the bottom of the cliff covered in clouds and mist. A young man with a heavy sword upside down walked over with a lewd smile on his face, and said lightly: "Kneel on the ground, serve me for a day, and I will let you live." ”

The nun turned her head through gritted teeth, and shouted in a cold tone, "Dreaming!"

With that, the nun jumped and fell off the bottomless cliff.

The young man was stunned, shook his head, and strode away.

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"Don't kill me!" the blood-stained robe was shocking, it was a twelve-year-old boy. With a frightened face, he knelt on the ground and begged the two Giant Sword Sect cultivators.

"Tell me, where is the shepherd?" one shouted.

He ...... He fled that way, and his side was ...... I guess there are only thirty monks following!" the twelve-year-old boy pointed to the northeast, his tone trembling.

"Finished?"

"Hmmm......"

Burst!

With a single stroke of the heavy sword, it cut through the face of the twelve-year-old boy, and the blood stains were deeply imprinted on the bridge of his nose, piercing the brain, and that delicate face suddenly became extremely ugly.