Bang! Bang!

Seeing that a big battle could no longer be avoided, the people of the Ming Sect were also ready to kill the enemy in blood. And at this moment, suddenly three black shadows flew from behind the Ming Sect and smashed into the feet of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

Li Zhichang looked at it and saw that there were three people, one of them was the monk he had seen before, and the other two, one was a reckless man with a great figure, and the other was dressed as a handsome son.

At the same time, an indifferent voice sounded again: "King Jinlun, how about today's strike?"

King Jinlun's face changed, among these three monks, he was his junior disciple, and the other two were his disciples, each leading a team of men and horses, and he sent them to the Mingjiao station to sneak attack. I didn't expect it to be thrown over, and I don't know if it's alive or dead. His color changed suddenly, and he said hatefully: "Who is Your Excellency?

As he spoke, the officers and soldiers behind him had already rushed to the front and fought with the disciples of the Ming Sect.

The disciples of the Ming Sect are all equipped with martial arts, and although they do not have an advantage in numbers, one person is worth at least five elite soldiers. I saw the sword cut down, the head flew up, and after a while, the two sides were already in chaos, shouting and killing endlessly, and there was damage to each other.

Seeing that the blood stained the earth red, the voice sounded again, still so indifferent, and said: "Since the Golden Wheel Dharma King is unwilling to stop, then the poor Dao will make a battle song to cheer for the king!" Before the words fell, the sound of the flute had already sounded.

The sound of the flute is not as good as the sound of the flute, the sound of the flute is crisp and pleasant, but the sound of the flute is low and mellow, like a whimper. But the sound of the flute was unusual, especially the first sound, which was sharp and piercing, cutting through the sky, making everyone present feel nervous, and the movements subconsciously stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the flute sounded again, still not becoming tender and tactful, but emitting a solemn sound like a golden iron horse. Just as the golden drums are ringing in unison, and thousands of horses are galloping, and like the waves are surging and the waves are surging, everyone listens to the blood gushing and the blood boiling, and they can't wait to dance and move around.

If you think so, someone does it.

First of all, ordinary soldiers, they didn't care about going into battle to kill the enemy, threw away their weapons, jumped and jumped on the spot, or tore their own clothes, or scratched their heads and faces, like a group of demons dancing wildly, and blood marks appeared on their bodies, but their faces showed a stupid smile, all of them were crazy, as if they didn't know the pain.

King Jinlun's face changed greatly, his anger sank, and he shouted: "Quickly tear off your clothes, plug your ears, don't listen to the sound of the flute." The voice was like thunder, faintly overpowering the sound of the flute, so that those officers and soldiers were half clear.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the sound of the flute turned, melodious, wonderful, with every note beating, people can't help but feel intoxicated, eager to listen to it for the rest of their lives. This time, even the Mingjiao sect members have been recruited one after another, only Li Zhichang, who is silent and knows the meaning of Taoism to be quiet and inactive, and can keep it clear for a while.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King also wanted to indulge in it, but after all, he was a master, and as soon as his mind was in a trance, he was immediately alert.

He knew that there was an internal force hidden in the sound of this flute, which was the best method of sound skills, so he hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground and used his internal strength to resist.

Clinker he is not lucky with internal strength, fortunately, once the internal strength, the internal force is no longer coiled in the dantian, just melted into the limbs and hundreds of remains, it seems to be attracted by the sound of the flute, with the sound of the flute in the body scurrying.

The sound of the flute is high, the internal force will turn fast, and the sound of the flute is low, and the internal force is like adding a thousand catties, and he can't move when he falls.

In this way, the sound of the flute is sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and his internal force is also fast and slow in his body, and there is no half-point rule. At the same time, a heart suddenly contracted, suddenly expanded, and thumped.

"Poof!" King Jinlun resisted for a while, but he couldn't bear the pain all over his body, like a fever, and with the sound of the flute, he finally couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

This mouthful of blood is like a signal, and after it spurts, it can't be stopped. I saw him spread on the ground, vomiting and vomiting in his mouth, spitting out seven mouthfuls of blood one after another, and his whole body was stained red with his own blood.

At this point, the sound of the flute stopped.

King Jinlun was feeling a burst of joy, and suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

I saw him wearing a green robe, holding a white jade flute, carrying it behind him, with towering cheekbones, a face like pale gold, and a gaze as plain as water, standing in front of him, looking down at him, and said lightly: "King of the Golden Wheel, this song of the poor road can be fun?"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King's face was very ugly, but at this time, he was weak, and his internal breath was scattered, and it was clear that he was about to disperse after going mad. I didn't know that the Taoist in front of me was a real master outside the world, and he was not an opponent of others, and his face was gloomy: "Thank you for the mercy of your predecessors, this song of war, Jin Lun is not worthy of listening." After a pause, he said: "I don't know the name of my predecessor? I have been in Mingjiao for several years, and I have never heard of the name of my predecessor, which is really ashamed." ”

"Poor Dao is not a person in the Ming Sect, you don't have to be tempted, if you want to take revenge, just find Zhao Taixuan of the Quanzhen Sect. Zhao Xuan looked at him and chuckled.

"Quanzhen Sect?Zhao Taixuan?" King Jinlun muttered two sentences, as if he wanted to remember these two names in his heart, his eyes flashed, and he said, "Juniors remember!"

"Sneer-" Zhao Xuan sneered: "Poor Dao is just trying, do you really want to take revenge?" Originally, it was nothing to let you take revenge, but if you knew that you couldn't defeat me, but the army pressed the realm and attacked the Quanzhen Sect, wouldn't it be my fault?"

King Jinlun's face changed, and he hurriedly said, "Don't you dare to go down!"

Zhao Xuan ignored him at all, turned back to Li Zhichang and said, "Zhichang, tell me, what should we do with this person?"

Li Zhichang walked over quickly, although the fighting stopped at this time, more than 10,000 people were crowded, standing or lying, densely gathered in one place, blood flowed like a river on the ground, weapons were scattered, and there were countless broken limbs and mutilated bodies. But Li Zhichang's face was as usual, and he walked quickly to Zhao Xuan, and shouted: "Master Uncle Ancestor!" looked at the Golden Wheel Dharma King for a while, and said: "This matter is very important, and the disciple does not dare to decide." It's better to press him back to the Quanzhen Sect, and let the head of the master say that he is to kill or stay. ”

Zhao Xuan smiled and nodded, but his eyes swept to countless officers and soldiers, looked around in silence, and suddenly said, "Don't you leave quickly, do you want to send you off in a poor way?"

Officers and men, look at me, I look at you, and I can't make up my mind for a while. If you want to leave, you are afraid that you will be condemned as a deserter, and you will be beheaded when you go home; if you don't go, even the "boss" will be captured, and the other party is obviously a means of immortals. It's a blessing that your side can escape without dying, where do you dare to do it?

In the midst of this hesitation, someone had quietly retreated. Fortunately, although these soldiers were brought by King Jinlun, they were under the command of another general. The general knew that the defeat was a mess, and shouted: "Retreat!" When the officers and soldiers got the order, they immediately ran wildly, and Wuyang and Wuyang ran to the top of the light.

The remaining Mingjiao sect members were all dumbfounded, this is a real one-size-fits-all enemy!

Zhong Qingming helped Han You's envoy to Zhao Xuan, and said in unison: "Thank you for the rescue of the Daoist!"

Zhao Xuan just glanced at them and said, "Poor Dao is just idle to play music, and I don't need you to thank you." He turned around and said, "Shitsune, let's go." Then he turned and went out of the mountain.

Zhong Qingming and Han Youenvoy were all stunned, looking at Zhao Xuan's back, stunned. Li Zhichang patted Zhong Qingming and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi is like this, his face is hard and soft-hearted, just get used to it." He also said: "Say goodbye today, we are destined to see you again!" Then he mentioned the Golden Wheel Dharma King, threw it on the horse that the Golden Wheel Dharma King was riding, led the horse, and chased Zhao Xuan, shouting while chasing: "Uncle Shi, wait for me!"

Behind, Zhong Qingming and Han Youenvoy smiled bitterly when they met. Han You's envoy swept around and ordered: "Come on, carry Fan Zuo's envoy back to recuperate from his injuries." Zhong Qingming's face changed, and he shouted: "It's a disaster......!

Han You's face suddenly changed at this time. Zhao Xuan's previous Xiao Sheng was a large-scale attack, although they were all focused on the Golden Wheel Dharma King later, they were also led to internal force scattered. If it weren't for Zhao Xuan's mercy, I'm afraid they would all be like the Golden Wheel Dharma King. If they are still like this, what will happen to Zhong Wuqiu, who is healing his wounds?

At this moment, a weak voice sounded from behind: "I'm fine!" and saw Zhong Wuqiu walking over with flirtatious steps.

"Daddy, your poison has been cured?" Zhong Qingming couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that although Zhong Wuqiu was frivolous and pale, the blackness in his eyes was gone.

Zhong Wuqiu nodded and said, "It's solved." But his eyes kept looking at the direction of Zhao Xuan's departure, a little absent-minded.

"Sect Master?" said Han Youenvoy in confusion.

Zhong Wuqiu came back to his senses and said with a wry smile: "It's okay, let's go back." After a pause, he said, "In the future, unless necessary, you must not go to Middle-earth again." ”

"Why?" Zhong Qingming wondered.

The smile on the corner of Zhong Wuqiu's mouth became more and more bitter, and in his mind, he recalled a conversation.

It was when he had just woken up:

"You want to get out?"

"Yes. ”

"Do you know the consequences?"

"Know, but had to go. ”

"What if I could help you out there?"

"Really?"

"Of course, but it depends on whether you are willing to pay the price. ”

"At what cost?"

"Abolish your martial arts, and the Ming Sect will not be allowed to enter the Central Plains for decades. ”

"Why? You're not ......"

"What is it? You think I'm going to have to move the hell?"

“...... Yes!"

"This already includes the Great Shift. ”

"What?"

"Nothing...... Forget it, abolish your martial arts and you will be exempted, and give me your Mingjiao medicine storehouse. ”

“...... OK. ”

That's it for all the conversations.

Zhong Wuqiu didn't know why Zhao Xuan didn't let the Ming Sect enter the Central Plains, and he didn't know how Zhao Xuan took all the medicinal materials away. All he knew was that after he had said yes, the sound of the flute sounded outside, and all he knew was that when he went outside, he passed by the medicine storehouse and found it empty.

He didn't feel that Zhao Xuan's requirements were harsh, after all, the medicinal materials were gone, and he could find them again, and if he didn't enter the Central Plains, compared to the Ming Sect being exterminated, it was already very merciful.

Looking at the direction of Zhao Xuan's departure in a daze, he was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "In the future, the Quanzhen Sect will have Zhao Xuan or Li Zhichang for a day, and you must not offend!" This sentence is like an oath, like a warning to himself, and like a warning to Zhong Qingming and Han Youzhi on the side.

Before they could react, Zhong Wuqiu had already sighed: "Let's go." It seemed that he had exhausted all his strength, and after turning around, his back was extremely lonely.