Out of the valley is all the way downhill, Changlin dragged Wang Chen all the way to the bottom of the hill from the hillside. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Yan Hou ate a few tricks, and quickly caught up. However, seeing that his face was much paler, it seemed that he had suffered a lot of losses after the break just now.

The pursuers behind suddenly became fewer, because of the collapse of the valley, only a small number of soldiers and six guards caught up. And Qianmeng stayed behind, picking up the remnants of the army.

Down the hill is an endless plain that stretches into the border river, without any shelter. In the absence of a horse, if you want to escape, you can only fight for the speed of your legs. Fortunately, Wang Chen had regained some strength, otherwise, if they had to carry him, it would definitely be difficult for the three of them to run past the pursuers behind. Even so, Changlin felt that he was dying.

"Whew??? Call??? I can't run!" Changlin stopped, the cold air piercing the lobes of his lungs.

"Hurry up!" In the next second, Yan Hou and Wang Chen, who were running behind, dragged his arm left and right, dragging him all the way like a dead dog.

"There's someone in front!" Suddenly, Yan Hou lowered his head, his eyes were blood-red and his eyes were raised, and the green tendons on his neck burst out, shouting.

Wang Chen's pupils shrank, and he also looked forward. Sure enough, the dust is flying, but it's still a cavalry!

Wang Chen paused and stood still. His complexion turned grim, and he raised his long sword, ready to make another big sword slash and kill a bloody path. Yan Hou immediately understood his thoughts, and pressed his hand holding the sword, "Ah Chen, don't mess around!" he roared with a grim face.

"Let go!" Wang Chen struggled and shook off the hand that was holding him, he was also bruised, and looked at Yan Hou with blood-red eyes, "Now there is only one fight!"

"You're constantly overdrawing like this, it's too damaging to your body!" Yan Hou reluctantly grabbed his hand holding the sword again. As a high-end martial artist, he naturally knows more about the harm of overdrawing strength to his body than Chang Lin, which is like fighting the same move in his body first.

"It's better than dying here!" Wang Chen shouted violently, pulled his right leg back, assumed an offensive posture, and began to prepare to accumulate strength. Yan Hou reluctantly let go of his hand and held the stick behind him.

"Wait a minute!" Chang Lin, who had not spoken, suddenly shouted, and both of them looked at him, with obvious anxiety in their eyes, "That's not the people of the Four Elephant Pavilion!" Chang Lin kept staring at the group of cavalry until they got closer and closer, and Chang Lin's eyes obviously showed a look of joy, "That's the people of the Hanging Sky Alliance!" As soon as his words fell, the team of cavalry had already rushed in front of him.

Wang Chen was shocked, they were already only fifty paces away. It was too late to charge up, so he and Yan Hou took a defensive posture and protected Changlin behind him. The next moment, the cavalry swept past them and rushed straight to the pursuers not far behind.

Shouts of killing erupted.

When Wang Chen heard the sound of "bang", the earth trembled, and many horses struggled desperately a few times as if they were being pressed by a mountain, and then let out a terrible scream and fell to the ground.

"Hou, let's help!"

"Hmm!"

The two of them carried their weapons, turned around, followed the noisy dust, and rushed back to the enemy position.

And Changlin looked at the dozens of warriors who followed closely behind, and as soon as his body went limp, he no longer had the strength to stand up.

After Wang Chen restrained Qiantun, and after strictly restraining Qiantun and Qianqi, the situation turned to the late warriors, among whom there were two masters of the Qi Transformation Period, and the rest of the dozens of people were also quite extraordinary. Ordinary soldiers are not worth mentioning in their eyes. By the time Qianmeng led a large army to arrive, they had already escorted Wang Chen and the three of them and evacuated the battlefield.

"Sorry to let them escape. There was no apologetic expression on Qiantun's cold face, but Qianmeng didn't care, he ordered the whole army to camp on the spot to rest and immediately rescue the wounded.

Then he walked up to the gloomy brothers and patted them on the shoulder one by one with a smile, "Now you know that you should practice hard in normal times, right? If you all have the kung fu of your eldest brother, even if you have some reinforcements, you won't let them run away." As he spoke, he changed his tone and became steady, "Now is not the time for us to sit back and relax. For the sake of the master's unwavering loyalty, we must become the highest combat force in the world. ”

"Hmm!" a few guards nodded vigorously, and the gloom in their eyes disappeared a little. When it came to the master, even Qiantun showed a gentle look in his eyes.

However, it was said that the people of the Hanging Alliance escorted Wang Chen and the three of them all the way to a small village. After settling down, Wang Chen felt that his whole body was out of strength, and everywhere began to hurt. After all, they are human beings, no matter how strong their moves are, they are still flesh and blood, and if they are cut by a knife, they will bleed and feel pain. Changlin fainted as early as when he met reinforcements. Yan Hou, on the other hand, commanded the placement of fortifications near the village.

Wang Chen was responsible for studying the next itinerary with the leader of the Hanging Alliance, after all, under the rule of the Four Elephant Pavilion, as a rebel, there was no real safety for a moment.

"From the beginning of your withdrawal from the Valley of Gold, we have received orders from the Alliance Master to meet you at the border. Almost all the members of the Hanging Alliance in the Western Kingdom have been mobilized here. But if you have a complete martial arts sect and so many soldiers, it is difficult to have a chance of winning. If it weren't for you and Yan Shaoxia's participation in the battle just now, I'm afraid the casualties would have been very large. "The leader of the Hanging Sky Alliance is a middle-aged man with an iron mask on his head, and he asked Wang Chen to call him Lao Xia.

Wang Chen looked outside the house and commanded the stern arrangement of defenses, except for the hideous wounds on his body, he didn't look much different from usual, but his face was whiter, and he would pause a little after walking for a while.

It's not that he can't see it, and Yan Hou's condition is not good, and he completely gives up speed, skill and staying power in pursuit of power. Almost every stick is fought with all his might, otherwise there is no way to resist the two masters of the Qi Transformation Period, in addition to external injuries, I am afraid that the internal injuries are not light. But???

"Lao Xia, don't worry. Ah Hou and I can still participate in the war. He straightened up and said.

"That's good, the odds are much better. As long as you can entangle the masters, with the help of the terrain here, three or four times more soldiers can also have the strength to fight. Lao Xia raised his eyebrows and looked at his body full of scars, many of which had not even stopped bleeding, and there was a complicated look in his eyes.

"What are we going to do next?" Wang Chen struggled to hold his eyelids so that they didn't fit together.

Lao Xia burned the fire a little stronger, "You can rest first, we will call you if there is a situation." Just wait here for the Alliance Master to come and join us. ”

Wang Chen squeezed out a smile, "No need to rest." I'm going to help Ah Hou set up the fortifications. After speaking, he didn't wait for Lao Xia to answer, he stood up and staggered towards the door.

What are you kidding, if you rest, I'm afraid it will be difficult to wake up for a while.