In the face of the attack of the Eight Roads, Han Qiugu was undaunted. Although the people in the valley have stayed away from the rivers and lakes, their martial arts have not been lost.

Some people can be beheaded, but they will not bow their heads. The residents of Cold Autumn Valley are such a group of people. Except for the north where no one was attacking, the Cold Autumn Valley was fighting on all sides, with flames and rivers of blood.

The guards in the northeast were some battlefield veterans, and the leaders were the three middle-aged soldiers who attacked Feng Mu when he entered the valley.

Although these veterans who have been killed for a long time are not superior in martial arts than the people in the rivers and lakes, and they have no advantage in fighting alone, when it comes to arranging troops, this group of skilled soldiers with bows and horses is incomparable to those who are brave and ruthless.

In the abrupt battle, the enemy entered their ambush circle, and with the cover of the woods and grass, the old pawn blended into the surrounding scene.

A small group of men and horses put up a desperate resistance in front, gradually drawing these arrogant enemies into the encirclement. As soon as these reckless people armed with swords, guns, swords, and halberds walked into the woods, the situation was completely reversed.

Some triggered the trap and were shot into hedgehogs by bamboo arrows, and some escaped from the trap, but they touched the chain array.

The screams in the woods were incessant, and a group of men and horses who had been ambushed in the grass took advantage of the situation to cover up, and many of them were cut down to the ground before they could react.

Overall, the Cold Autumn Valley won a crushing victory against the foreign enemy, and in this offensive and defensive battle, the people of the valley were mobile and flexible and supported each other.

Liao An was already dying, and he supported himself strongly, not letting himself fall into a stupor, just because once he closed his eyes, he would never wake up again.

He finally waited for help. When he felt that he had been rescued and that the wound had been medicated. He finally smiled with relief.

In the Langyue small building, Xu Pei sat cross-legged. As he meditated, beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, and wisps of green smoke floated out of his head.

The true qi in his body is like a wild horse that has escaped from his control, Xu Pei has not encountered such a bottleneck for decades, and if he can't break through, he will go crazy.

Feng Mu was by his side, because Senior Xu had told him not to leave his line of sight at any time, because enemies were everywhere.

looked at Xu Pei who was in trouble. Feng Mu began to believe that his words were not alarmist. Just because he understands a simple truth: the strongest fortress often begins to disintegrate from within.

Unexpectedly, the old Xu seniors with strong martial arts and strong internal strength would suffer from plots, and Feng Mu really couldn't figure out when and where the opponent was.

During this period, he has been by Xu Pei's side, never leaving, if the enemy is really powerful, can plot against this martial arts senior, then he will naturally not escape the clutches.

Unless the other party is plotting from a distance. And the other party is specifically targeting the soul of Hanqiu Valley, and there is no intention to target him.

Since it was not for his life, the enemy tried his best to capture him alive. Turn him into a puppet to manipulate him for ulterior purposes.

Feng Mu's heart was out of proportion, and he stayed by Xu Pei's side. He didn't know what he could do, and it was more frustrating than facing a strong enemy, because the fear of the unknown was often overwhelming. There is no escape.

A huge rat on the beam of the house crawled over and fell straight down. Feng Mu looked at it and saw that the mouse's whole body was stiff, like a stone.

"How so?"

Feng Mu couldn't help frowning, he really couldn't figure out why a huge rat with a dragon and a tiger would fall for no reason, and it was still ossified in an instant.

Unaware of what was going on around him, Feng Mu slowly closed his eyes, and the magic of "Ten Thousand Breaths Returning to the Yuan" began to work in his body, and after a period of time, he gradually got better.

Xu Pei's face showed a smile of relief, and it seemed that Feng Mu's actions were unexpected.

"I can't imagine that even the 'Dementorship' has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, who is the opponent this time?"

Xu Pei sighed secretly, he didn't dare to have a moment of distraction, from the beginning of the meditation, he fell into the trap of the other party, that person had entered his consciousness, in a vain attempt to deprive him of his mind, fortunately he found it in time and resisted stubbornly.

When Feng Mu began to meditate, he felt that his mind was much calmer, and his opportunity was extended, and he found that he was surrounded by Xu Pei's true qi.

Xu Pei's protective circle is very large, including the entire Langyue Xiaozhu, no wonder Feng Mu, who was in the cabin, didn't see the true qi that seemed to be nothing.

However, the enemy was too strong, and I don't know how to use it, he actually penetrated Xu Pei's protective circle, and gradually suppressed Xu Pei's true qi circle, and later, the circle that Xu Pei could maintain became smaller and smaller, and the top of his head could only support a distance of five feet high, so that the giant rat that climbed the beam would die.

Although it was not clear whether it was intentional or unintentional, Xu Pei was sincerely pleased with Feng Muyungong's meditation, so that he could fight with all his strength against the powerful enemy who was secretly manipulating.

To the north of the Cold Autumn Valley is the high mountains of Wanren, and the cliffs are as neat as knives and axes, and they are the most flexible apes in the world, and it is difficult to climb up, so the defense here is the weakest.

On the summit, the wind was raging, and the fine sand and dust had long been blown away, and the sharp wind had eroded the hard rocks, making the whole mountain look strange and rocky, standing straight.

A sackclothed monk sat cross-legged, the cold ground like a soft incense bed to him, and the mountain breeze stirred his robe, making him look like an immortal from outside the world.

But although the others looked quite immortal, but what they did was outrageous, except for him, there were more than ten corpses lying on the top of the mountain, without any wounds, and naturally no blood flowed out.

These people are the guardians of the north, and they never expected that there would be people who could leap up such a cliff.

When the Mai monk appeared, they didn't even have time to react, the other party just waved their hands, and they were like someone choking their throats and being deprived of their lives in an instant.

After the sackcloth monk finished killing, he didn't look at those people again, so he crossed his knees and performed the exercises, chanting words in his mouth, and the breath of his whole body extended out, spreading like weeds.

On the smooth cliff, there are fifteen linen buns, and the people of the uniform system are holding daggers, and little by little the daggers are pierced into the hard stone wall, and climb up with difficulty.

After a stick of incense, another Mai man leaped up, his hands stretched out like a bird, he stood quietly next to the Mai monk, and when he opened his eyes, he asked, "How is it, how sure are you?"

The Mai monk's voice was like a poisonous snake swimming across the sand, and the squirming made people shudder, and he said lightly: "The spell has failed, but the thorns have pierced his heart, and he will definitely die." ”

Mai stood with his hands in his hands, like a fallen man, although his appearance was sour, his eyes were bright, and he said unabashedly: "Very good, in this way, our plan has been unhindered." (To be continued.) )