At that time, the sky was already dark, and two figures flashed by, acting like ghosts, it was the emperor and Hestia. A little farther behind him was the Eleven Treasure Tree King who had woken up from his horror.

Huangfu Yan killed for the first time, although it was only for a moment, but the bloody picture still made his stomach churn, his face was pale for a while, and the Qingluan sword in his hand was actually a little trembling. How tragic this battle was, except for the dead Evil Suppression Treasure Tree King, only he knew.

Fighting with the Persian people for a long time, although he relied on his internal strength to play his majesty, but at this time there were many scars on his body, mottled green shirts, and scattered bloodstains. If it weren't for Hestia, who was chasing after him, he would have wanted to find a place to rest.

Hestia's blue eyes became fierce, and her face was full of self-reproach and guilt. The Twelve Treasure Tree Kings have a noble status, and they have never lost half a cent across the ocean, where did they think that today's evil Treasure Tree King actually died under his nose. This person is ruthless and has never been liked by her, but the revival of Zoroastrianism is one less person, that is, she is less sure, and now, she can't afford to lose it at all. When he agreed to use poison for the Evil Suppression Treasure Tree King, it was also because he didn't want to take risks. But it backfired, and it was just a teenager, so they were helpless. Thinking about it, she was both resentful and appreciative of the Huangfu who was galloping away in front of her, and her mood was complicated, which was really difficult to understand.

In the end, Huangfu was still inferior to Hestia in his light skills, and she stopped him in the way.

Huangfu was also fearless, and looked indifferently at the Persian beauty in front of him. Zoroastrianism advocates flames, and seeing her in a fiery red dress, the night is vast, and it is really like a raging fire.

Hestia saw that he was so calm at this time that she was stunned for a moment. She had obviously seen that Huangfu had become extremely weak, and she had clearly seen that he couldn't even hold a sword steadily, so why did she look okay now? No one would believe that the internal strength of this young man in front of her had reached an endless state. "Could it be that he is playing tricks?" Thinking like this, she was cautious by nature, and she didn't dare to do it for a while.

Huangfu Yan was playful in his heart, and his teasing heart suddenly rose, and he said lightly: "Don't you dare to do it, to be honest, I don't have the strength to fight back, you don't have to be afraid." ”

Hestia had more doubts in her heart, and said forcefully: "Who is afraid. ”

Huang Fu Yan chuckled: "Naturally, it's you." ”

Hestia said angrily, "You die." His eyes suddenly certain, and he suddenly screamed, his arms were raised, like the Heavenly King Tota, and the thin sword smashed down like Mount Tai pressed the top. Before the sword arrived, the wind was fierce, and the shaved emperor's cheeks ached.

Huang Fu Yan smiled, and with a sword up, he greeted her with a sword.

As soon as the wind was heard, Hestia felt her breath sink inside, and the turbid qi rose to her chest, and she could no longer spit it out. I don't know if I was deceived by the emperor, and scolded: "Despicable!"

Huangfu smiled and saw the move.

Hestia was furious, but she was not cautious, and the thin sword in her right hand was like a mountain, covering the sky. That's not all, she let out another clear whistle, her left hand suddenly reached out, and two fingers pointed at the emperor's eyebrows.

The strong wind was overflowing, and Huang Fu Yan didn't dare to hold it up, leaned over to avoid the force of her left fingers, and took a step forward, and the Qingluan sword pressed down on Hestia's head.

The shape of Hestia's sword changed again and again, but Huangfu's Qingluan sword was like a shadow, chasing after him, and he was anxious for a while, and he was a little annoyed that he was holding on, obviously not the opponent of this little ghost, but he still chased after him alone.

In the scattered light and shadow, Huang Fu Yan smiled and said, "You lost!"

The night is like dyeing, Chengjiang is like practice, and the Wannian Town in front of you can be vaguely lit up.

Hestia saw that his starry eyes were slightly closed, and he stood there without attacking, and sighed lonely with his sword.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of horses' hooves in the northeast corner. Listening to the sound of hooves, there are hundreds of rides, not to mention a hundred.

Huang Fu opened his eyes and persuaded: "Most of the time my reinforcements have arrived, and the Pope had better retreat quickly." ”

Hestia's face was startled, and at this moment, the footsteps of the Eleven Treasure Tree King were also heard behind her. The corners of his mouth curled, and he smiled: "My reinforcements have also arrived!"

As he spoke, he heard a loud voice coming, "Haha, it's the Huangfu Shaoxia ahead!"

Hestia's face changed, and she knew that the person who came was a rare master.

Huangfu Yan's heart moved, and he heard Fang La's voice.

In an instant, the sound of hooves was mixed with a burst of whistles, surrounding the Persian people and the emperor from all directions.

The Persians were stunned and watchful.

Fang La and the others got off the horse and walked slowly. The sound of heavy footsteps was like stepping on the hearts of several Persians. Several Treasure Tree Kings were already in a cold sweat on their foreheads.

When they saw Fang La and the others' dress, Hestia and the others' expressions were obviously relaxed. They had been entrenched in western Zhejiang for many days, and they had already inquired about the news of Manichaeism, and the people they knew were the members of the sect.

The Persian Holy Church emphasizes that the brothers of the sect live in harmony and treat each other as equals. But it is also hierarchical, and it pays great attention to status. Although these Baoshu kings can speak fluent Chinese, they have very little understanding of the warmth and coldness of people in Middle-earth. The Great Sage Treasure Tree King didn't know what to do, so he stepped forward directly and said proudly: "The Persian Holy Sect is here, which of you is the leader of the sect, and you don't come forward to talk!"

Fang La's face twitched, and he walked up with an ugly face, but his eyes were looking at Huangfu and asking secretly.

"These are the Treasure Tree Kings of the Zoroastrian Sect of the Great Food Country, this is their Pope, and the plague is what they unleashed!"

"You ......" the Persian people's brows jumped, the Great Food Country is the general name of the Arab Empire in the Tang and Song Dynasties, although the Persians were ruled by it, but they thought that they were Persians, and the emperor had taken off their fig leaf, how could they not be angry. But the ferocity of his previous killing of the Evil Suppression Treasure Tree King was especially there, and everyone did not dare to speak.

"It turned out to be the head teacher!Disrespectful and disrespectful!" Fang La hugged his fist at Hestia and the others, "I don't know how many people have come from afar, what happened?"

Hestia stopped the arrogant Great Sacred Treasure Tree King and said softly, "Your Excellency, the Holy Land of Mingzun has been occupied by heretics, and Mingzun needs his followers to regain the glory of the Holy Sect. Now that the Patriarch has been almost destroyed, and countless believers have been humiliated and tortured by the infidels, I have heard that in the East, the glory of the Ming Venerable is still strong, and we want to ask your sect to help us expel the evil heretics and restore the glory!"

Fang La looked at it when he heard the voice, his eyes were facing each other, and a strange feeling that could not be told rose in his heart. Looking at the pure and flawless face in front of him in a daze, he seemed to feel a clear and pure stream running through his heart, and his whole body and mind were peaceful. The idea of wanting to keep it for itself suddenly came to me.

"Bold!"

"Presumptuous!"

Several Baoshu kings saw Fang La's expression, and they didn't know that he was blasphemous, and scolded.

Fang La's face turned red, temporarily suppressed his desires, and asked rhetorically: "What is the explanation for the plague?" If he hadn't been infatuated with the alien beauty in front of him at this time, he would have dealt with this group of barbarians a long time ago.

"The evil has been punished, what do you want?"

When the Persians saw that the sectarians had no reverence, they once again mentioned the plague, and their faces changed greatly. Knowing that he was afraid that he would not be able to convince these Oriental cultists with his lips alone, he each took out a projectile from the pocket of his robe.

Huangfu's pupils shrank suddenly, could it be some kind of secret weapon!

Fang La stared at the black projectile in the hands of several Treasure Tree Kings, and shouted, "Damn, it's actually a thunderbolt fire bomb!" Seeing everyone's puzzled faces, he explained: "I heard that someone in the Great Food Country of the Western Regions learned the method of making gunpowder from China, and made a hidden weapon, called the 'Thunderbolt Fire Bomb', which contains high gunpowder, which is launched with a powerful spring machine, and explodes when it touches an object. Looks like that's the kind of guy it is. ”

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