Seeing this, Gu Yun didn't dare to ask anything, so he hurriedly accelerated the speed of the sword with all his might, followed closely behind Shan Lao and his party, and galloped towards the original battlefield. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It is impossible to break through from the mouth of the wild goose canyon in the rear.

In this case, I had to go back and continue to fight, waiting for the situation to turn around.

Gu Yun took the time to glance at the crowd next to him a few times, and found that the Ice Ling Fairy of the Purple Spirit Sect was no longer in the crowd. Nine times out of ten, he died in the process of fighting just now.

"I remember that when I went to the vicinity of Taniguchi before, there was no one from the Green Wolf Hall Master, why is it that I am following closely now? Hmph, I must have taken the opportunity to hide in the shadows and carry out a sneak attack on Shan Lao and them, which caused the fall of Bingling's predecessors. Hey, this breakthrough failed, and another peak master was broken, and the Southern Xinjiang monks are probably going to end the game this time. No, I have to find a chance to escape, I can't die here. While running for his life, Gu Yun thought of a way to escape.

But having said that, under the supervision of so many Turkic cultivators, it was as difficult for a small foundation building monk as he wanted to successfully escape.

Now, Gu Yun can only take one step at a time.

Not long after, the Southern Xinjiang Breakout Centaurs had been chased to the original battlefield by the Blue Wolf Hall Master and his gang.

"Hm~hh~hh~!"

Old Man Shan, Monk Yue and Monk Qingyu quickly flashed back to the camp with Gu Yun and a group of others. And the Turkic hall masters who were in charge of the broken after the green wolf once again led their subordinates to cultivate, and together with the red-shirted hall masters, they further formed an eight-sided encirclement of the southern Xinjiang camp.

As the battle progressed, several monks from both sides died on the field every second. In general, the Turkic side has the upper hand.

For every monk who died on his side, three or four monks in southern Xinjiang hung up.

Such a proportion of battle losses has led to a serious imbalance in the comparison between the two sides.

At present, there are still about 20,000 people on the Turkic side, while there are only seven or eight thousand monks on the southern Xinjiang side.

Less than one-third of the original amount.

Corpses were piled all over the place.

The smell of blood was tangy, which stimulated the nerves of both sides of the battle even more.

The war intensified.

The encirclement has changed from hundreds of zhang to more than 100 zhang, and it is still shrinking.

The remaining monks in southern Xinjiang were helplessly forced to the center of the original large array, and the directions of the other eight auxiliary formations were now full of enemies.

However, the Turkic monks did not attack immediately, but gradually compressed the formation.

"Did you fail to break through?" the sea elder demon glanced at Monk Qingyu unwillingly.

Monk Qingyu didn't speak, just shook his head slightly.

"Damn!" the Sea Elder Demon shouted, his eyes bloodshot, and he looked at the Turkic cultivators in mid-air with some resentment.

"Are we going to die here? I said Qingyu Daoist, let's just go up together, it's a big deal that the fish dies and the net is broken, and we have to pull a few cushions on our backs when we die! Maybe, we can break through with such a fight." The fire demon said angrily.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable. Huo Daoyou, look at the formation in front of you, what are we going to fight with others. The eight hall masters don't talk about it, even the ghost monk of that day is not something that any of us can deal with. Isn't it obvious that you are looking for death when you go up like this?" Monk Qingyu twitched the corners of his mouth after speaking, obviously disagreeing with this idea.

"yes, just wait, maybe there will be a turnaround. The old man next to him also followed suit.

The Sea Old Demon glanced at Shan Lao coldly, and then his gaze fell on Monk Qingyu.

"Immeasurable, how immeasurable are he, look at how many of us still have now? Hmph, I really don't know where the confidence of the two of you comes from. As he spoke, the old devil turned his head away and looked at them no more.

The Turkic Fa Xiu on the opposite side clearly saw the dilemma of the gang in southern Xinjiang.

I saw the figure of the old man in the red shirt flashing and flew in front of everyone.

"Hehe, I said Qingyu Niubi, you don't have to hold on anymore. In this way, it is not good for everyone. I'm afraid, you don't want your disciples to be slaughtered. You old guys are going to die, don't bring your apprentices with you. Look at them, they are already trembling with fear, how can they fight? I think, it is better to surrender obediently and give up the territory!"

"Fart! If it weren't for you Turkic tribes provoking a big war, how could you have a vision? Red shirt, if you have a kind, you will go one-on-one with me, if you lose, what if you take someone back?"

Before Monk Qingyu could speak, the Sea Old Demon snatched the conversation.

"One-on-one? You can't be an idiot, can't you see that our Turkic army has the upper hand? Hehe, Brother Heavenly Ghost, what do you think?" After speaking, the old man in red shirt smiled and looked at the big monks who had been watching from the wall in mid-air.

At this time, the redness and swelling of the Heavenly Ghost Monk's hands had disappeared, and his face was oily, and it seemed that he had recovered well.

"Amitabha, hehe, yes, but I wonder if Hai Xiaoyou is willing to go one-to-one with Lao Gao?"

"If you are sick, the ghost will fight you alone. Thinking of the miserable image of being abused by the Heavenly Ghost Monk before, the Sea Old Demon simply didn't look at the other party and shrank his body back.

"Amitabha! Since Hai Xiaoyou didn't dare to fight with Lao Gao, and now the overall situation has been decided. Well, then, let the poor monk take a ride and give you a ride, so that you don't suffer!"

It seemed that his hands were itching to see the excitement, and the old monk took the opportunity to flash to the front, his right hand was slowly raised, and the magic in his mouth was spit out.

Seeing that he was about to make a big move, the old man in the red shirt immediately retreated and signaled the other hall masters to be careful.

The Great Perfection Monk of the Jie Dan made a move, and every move was infinitely powerful.

Sure enough, this old bald donkey was even more vicious than his apprentice Buddha Rulai. After thinking about it, Gu Yun had no choice but to summon the blue light scorpion shadow. Even if you can't resist it, at least mitigate some damage.

It's just that he doesn't know if his defense, the attack on the Great Perfection of Yudan, will have any effect.

"Buddha's mudra!"

With the shouting of the Heavenly Ghost Monk, a giant hand of golden light with the size of dozens of zhang quickly condensed and formed above the heads of the monks in Southern Xinjiang.

"Huh~!"

The next moment, the golden light giant hand fell with incomparable power!

When all the low-level monks in southern Xinjiang looked at this scene, they all thought that they were going to return to the west with their lives.

Some people are so frightened that they don't dare to open their eyes to see it.

But at this critical moment, a loud roar came from the distant sky!

"Thunderclaw!"

"Huh~!"

Suddenly, an extremely bright arc lit up in mid-air.

If you look closely, it turned out to be a thunderbolt claw a few meters in size!

Different from the general electric light, this electric light claw is in the shape of a tiger claw, with tiger stripes and fine hairs clearly visible, which is simply lifelike!

Don't look at it compared to the Golden Light Giant Hand, this electric claw is relatively smaller, but the power is extremely strong!

The speed was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it was the first to strike, intercepting the golden light giant hand in mid-air.

"Boom!"

The sound of an explosion rang out, and the surrounding monks were all ringing in their ears.

When his hearing returned to normal, he found that the electric claw and the giant hand were gone.

Unlike before, more than a thousand white-robed monks appeared in the middle of the air in front of him.

These white-robed monks are all cultivators above the middle stage of the Jiedan, although the number is relatively small, but they are all the elite of the elite!

At the front of the line, there were thirteen Jiedan Peak Realm monks wearing wide silver-white cloaks!

"Purple wolf Yelu Lei, no, I should call you Lei Hu. Unexpectedly, you actually appeared. The Heavenly Ghost Monk looked at a purple-haired man led by him and blurted out.

"Thunder Tiger is really here!" Monk Qingyu and Old Man Shan below were all surprised, nodding at the purple-haired man from time to time.

At this time, the monk surnamed Yue made a mistake again.

Surprised and delighted, he introduced the thirteen people in front of the white-robed crowd to the surrounding monks.

"Hahaha, we have been saved in southern Xinjiang! I didn't expect that the thirteen heroes of Khitan would all come. ”

"The Thirteen Masters of Khitan, where is it sacred?"

"You don't know. The Khitan people use thirteen numbers as the auspicious number of their own people, and they like to make up the number with thirteen. For example, the strongest in the Yuanying realm will discharge thirteen monks, known as the Khitan Thirteen Heroes. The thirteen people with the stronger strength of the Khitan realm are called the thirteen heroes of the Khitan. The purple-haired monk who took the lead, formerly known as Yelu Lei, was called Thunder Tiger by foreigners because of his supernatural powers. Now his cultivation is on par with that of the Heavenly Ghost Monk, and he is the only Dzogchen monk among the Thirteen Masters. ”

"What about the others?"

"Similar to the Turkic people, who regarded the eagle as their god, the Khitan people regarded the wolf and the fox as gods. The five women on the left hand side are the golden fox Yeluyin, the black fox Yelumei, the white fox Yelushuang, the blue fox Yelubing, and the gray fox Yeluling. ”

"The five men on the right hand are the fierce wolf Yeluwen, the yin wolf Yeluzhou, the coyote Yelujin, the jackal Yelujing, and the hungry wolf Yeluhua. Nodding slightly, the monk surnamed Yue moved his gaze back to the two white-robed monks who were next to Lei Hu.

One woman and one man.

The woman's face is gorgeous, and her long blood-colored hair dances in the wind.

The male is born strong, with a bald head and a round head shining.

Unlike the others next to them, the two of them had the same fox wolf mark on their arms as the thunder tiger in the middle.

"These two people are the children of the Xiao clan of the Khitan royal family, the blood fox Xiao Li, and the golden wolf Xiao Yu. Originally, this mark could only be worn by the royal family, but because of the relationship between the thunder tiger and his supernatural powers, the Khitan king specially allowed him to wear this mark. ”

"I see, no wonder. ”

As the voices of the two of them weakened, the surrounding southern Xinjiang monks turned their eyes on the thunder tiger again.

Due to the appearance of Lei Hu and his party, the Turks had no choice but to suspend the siege, and they all gathered on the right side of the air.

Lei Hu and more than 1,000 Khitan monks stood in the air on the left, staring at the Turks from the air.

For a long time, Lei Hu, who was originally motionless, suddenly moved forward a few times.

looked at the monks in southern Xinjiang below, and then at the red-shirted and the heavenly ghost monks, and finally the corners of his mouth trembled.

"I'm here to stop the war. If this fight continues, both sides can only increase the number of dead and wounded, which is not good for you. Why don't you sell me a face, and the battle will end here. Fellow Daoists in Southern Xinjiang, you will immediately bring back the corpses of your dead companions for disposal. Ladies of the Turks, you should have killed enough today, so go back to your northern garrison. If anyone hasn't made enough trouble, I, the Khitan Clan Thunder Tiger, am willing to continue playing with him!"

After speaking, Lei Hu's eyes stared at the red-shirted old man, and he slowly pulled out a purple light round blade from his waist.