The southern foot of the ethereal peak is a clear and blue lake like an emerald, the lake is surrounded by oily green grass, and it looks like a large piece of smooth green silk from afar. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 But now the south shore of the Great Lake is occupied by a large area of murderous camps.

Ding Yu looked down on a high ground for a long time, and with the help of lighting torches throughout the camp, he could see the layout of the entire camp.

Chen Suyun said before that judging from the style of the tent, there are at least three roads to the Western Regions, Tubo, and Western Xia. On closer inspection, Ding Yu found that all the tents in the Western Regions were distributed around the periphery, like a layer of defense to protect the inside, while the tents of Tubo and Western Xia occupied the east and west sides of the inner circle.

Compared with the camp tents in the Western Regions on the periphery, the camp tents in the inner circle, whether in Tubo or Western Xia, are arranged in an orderly manner, and in the center of the east and west sides, there is a large tent with a particularly luxurious style, which is guarded by the rest of the tents. If there is no accident, the main owner of this attack on the Ethereal Peak should be in those two big tents, and as for those Western Regions camps, there is no clear leader.

Ding Yu shook his head slightly, the doorways that could be seen in the distance were roughly these, and if he wanted to get more information, he had to go to the camp in person. He leaped into the camp like a puff of smoke, and silently crept into the camp from the west under the cover of night.

When he passed through the tents in the Western Regions on the periphery, Lingjue had already scanned the situation in the tents along the road one by one: in each tent, there were three or five people sleeping to more than a dozen, including Han Chinese, Semu people, Hui Hui, and even a few Turkic people, and the only thing they had in common was the sharp scimitar that never left their bodies when they slept—from this point of view, they were real Western Regions swordsmen.

After Ding Yu crossed, the first place he lived was in the Western Regions, and he had a deep understanding of these swordsmen. Their martial arts may not be very high, but every swordsman who survives in the desert of the Western Regions is as stoic and cunning as a desert jackal, murderous and bloodthirsty. As soon as they smell the slightest smell of blood, they will naturally form a pack of wolves to chase their injured prey.

This time, they should also be attracted by the upcoming big battle, although they stand on the opposite side of the Vulture Palace depending on the formation, but if the Vulture Palace is strong enough, the swordsmen will not only not attack easily, but also may counterattack Western Xia and Tubo;

The people of Western Xia and Tubo obviously couldn't trust these unreliable allies, so they arranged them on the periphery, in case Grandma Tong couldn't hold back her anger and rushed down the mountain, the first to bear the brunt of this group of swordsmen.

Ding Yu didn't plan to waste much time in this group of swordsmen, he quietly walked through the outer camp and came to the edge of the Tubo camp on the west side. He paused, looked around carefully, and after a while, outside a tent not far away, something like a shadow moved. Ding Yuyun looked at the past with all his eyes, only to find that outside the camp tent, there was a snow-capped mountain mastiff with pure black fur, and what he had smelled before was the smell of this giant mastiff.

Ding Yu secretly said in his heart that it was a fluke, this kind of snow-capped mountain mastiff has an extremely sensitive sense of smell and hearing, if he approached rashly, it is still uncertain whether the footsteps will be heard by him, but his body odor will definitely be sniffed out by it.

He slowly retreated to the downwind, walked around the two camps in the middle for a small half circle, and found that not only were there snow-capped mountain mastiffs guarding the Tibetan camp, but there were also party mastiffs in the Xixia camp, and around the two camps, there was a mastiff dog keeping vigil every seven or eight zhang.

Ding Yu smiled self-deprecatingly: Since you can't sneak in, it's the same if you come out. He took a deep breath and shouted word by word: "The poor monk Ding Yu came to pay a visit, and invited the person in charge to show up~"

His sentence has a total of sixteen words, the first word exits, it is like a thunder in the night sky, and then more than ten words are like more than ten thunderbolts in a row, one rings better than one, to the last few sounds, I can't hear what he said at all, only feel that there are countless thunders between heaven and earth, shaking the mountains and roaring, and the lake waves tremble.

The swordsmen in the dozen or so tents closest to him were directly shocked to the point that their eardrums were ruptured and they were unconscious; those who were farther away also felt dizzy and the world was spinning; only a few first-class masters with successful internal strength could immediately move cross-kneeled and keep their minds intact.

"Amitabha Buddha~" Just when Ding Yu's roar climbed higher and higher, and the momentum became more and more amazing, a Buddha horn suddenly sounded in the big tent of the Tubo camp, although in Ding Yu's heavy drinking, it can also spread throughout the camps, and those masters who resisted the movement heard this peaceful Buddha singing, and their hearts suddenly settled down a lot, and their resistance to Ding Yu's roar increased greatly.

At the same time, there was a sudden chuckle in the big tent of Western Xia, and the strange thing was that under the loud roar and Buddha singing, everyone could still clearly hear this chuckle, and they were even more infected by the joy in it.

If Ding Yu's roar is like a thunderbolt from the sky, then the Sanskrit chant of Tubo seems to have built a roof above everyone's heads, and the laughter of Western Xia is the beams and pillars under the roof, and the thoughts of stability and joy support each other.

Although the sound attack was broken, Ding Yu was not surprised--if he didn't even have this ability, how could he have the courage to come to Tianshan Tong's trouble? He took the roar and looked quietly ahead.

At this time, several people came out of the big tents of Tubo and Western Xia at the same time, and on one side of the Tubo side were four Tibetan monks dressed in red clothes and yellow robes, the first one could not see how old he was, his eyes were introverted, and his skin was smooth and delicate, as if carved from a precious jade; half a step behind him was a monk of about forty or fifty years old, his eyes were deep, his nose was like an eagle's hook, his left arm was broken at the elbow, and only one right arm was intact; the last two monks were surprisingly identical, more than seven feet tall, there was no trace of flesh on their faces, and the monk's robes on their bodies fluttered in the wind empty, like two skinned skeletons。

When the one-armed monk saw Ding Yu, his eyes burst into light, he stroked the broken wound of his left arm, gritted his teeth and sneered: "Sure enough, it's you, Ding Yu! ”

This person, Ding Yu, recognized that ten years ago, when he was looking for heaven and earth spiritual objects in Tibet, he had a conflict with a group of Tibetan monks, and this monk was the leader. At that time, the monk claimed to be the Dharma King Dochapa of the Snow Mountain Dalun Temple, and said that the spiritual objects in Ding Yu's hands belonged to their Snow Mountain Dalun Temple, and were stolen by Ding Yu for no reason, and Ding Yu must be compensated. Where did Ding Yu pay attention to him, the two sides did not agree and started to move, the group of Tibetan monks were all killed by Ding Yu, only Duochaba was able to do martial arts, desperately Ding Yu broke his left arm, waiting for an opportunity to escape with his life. Unexpectedly, ten years later, they met again under the ethereal peak.

Ding Yu felt a pang in his heart: This Duochapa's martial arts have entered the super-first-class realm ten years ago, and now it must not be weaker than back then, but the voice that sang Sanskrit just now is obviously different from it, it should be the Tibetan monk who started the head;

Thinking of this, his gaze moved to the Western Xia Great Tent, and when he looked at it, he unconsciously frowned. (To be continued.) )