In the dusk, a little purple marten rushed out from the dense forest and rushed to the field path not far away.
In the middle of a large fertile field, there is a path dedicated to ox carts.
There is also a little purple marten on the trail.
The moment it saw the little marten that was rushing out of the dense forest, it turned around and ran towards a village along the path.
There is a mound at the entrance of the village, with a small land temple on it.
Qilian Canglan and more than ten practitioners sat quietly on the stone chair in front of this land temple. When the two little martens came, she and the more than ten practitioners stood up and took the military horses eating grass by the ridge of the field.
Two little purple martens quickly drilled into Qilian Canglan's sleeves.
Qilian Canglan narrowed her eyes slightly, and she said in a cold voice, "That person is really in Xinghu."
The practitioners beside her were already ready to get on the horse. When they heard her words, these people let go of the reins in their hands.
Xinghu Lake is a natural small lake formed by the tributary of the Dushui River. There are four artificial canals in Fufeng County that communicate this lake with Meiyang Lake and lead to irrigation of fertile fields along the way.
But that doesn't matter to those of them.
Importantly, this lake is less than five miles away from them.
Moreover, according to the previous military situation, the man has never left since he arrived here in the afternoon.
More than a dozen practitioners abandoned their horses and moved forward in the twilight.
Their figures were soon swallowed by the dusk and the dense forests by the lake. Qilian Canglan walked at the end. Five purple martens ran out in her sleeves and ran into the dense forest ahead of her.
From Wujing Town to Chengguan Town, Shengying's dark hoists had all been hunted, but from Changxing Town, Duanjia Town to Xinghu, Shengying's dark hoists had no problems. Among the garrison sites of Yuchi Dian, except for one that leads to Xinghu, there were no problems.
In fact, for people like Qilian Canglan, she didn't even need to think carefully, she knew that both lines pointed to the direction of Famen Temple.
No matter how you take a detour, if you mark an arrow on the marching map, both arrows will rise upwards and point to the direction of Famen Temple from afar.
Of course she knew what Famen Temple meant.
But those things mean little to her.
War was something Sheng Ying needed to consider. From the first day she started to come into contact with practice, her pursuit was very simple.
She wants to have a place in the world of practitioners of the Tang Dynasty.
She even looked down on Zheng Zhu a little. Although Zheng Zhu had already entered the eighth grade and she was still one crucial step away from the eighth grade, in her opinion, if you practice, you should practice and get involved in what kind of party struggles?
You all have such qualifications for practicing, and you can still be promoted to the eighth level so quickly after you have divided your mind. Then if you do not participate in miscellaneous things, you will use all your strength to collect the resources of your cultivation. Wouldn’t you be able to practice well?
With this idea, after she met the Goryeo Taoist and real magical means, she reached a nearly pathological level.
It turns out that there is such a huge difference between the practice method and the practice method. It turns out that the truly powerful practitioners in this world can truly approach immortality.
She didn't know what strategic intention this young practitioner wanted to achieve when targeting her, but for her, since this person killed and destroyed a cultivation resource that was extremely useful to her, he naturally had to pay the corresponding price.
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When the hemlock vaguely heard the sound of water by the lake, he put down the wooden box in his hand.
Ordinary Xuanjia soldiers probably have worn Xuanjiao on their bodies, especially when they are close to the enemy. Walking in such dense forests, wearing Xuanjiao is much more convenient than walking with Xuanjiao.
But his mysterious armor was not a standard mysterious armor of the Tang army, but a special private armor.
Almost all private armors are not as perfect as the top-notch standard Xuan armor in the Tang Dynasty. They are not balanced enough in many aspects and even have great flaws. However, while some private armors have certain flaws, they can also be described in some aspects as awesome.
The biggest problem with his private armor is that as long as he wears his body, even if he does not use the true energy, the runes inside the private armor will begin to naturally absorb the true energy in his body.
This private armor will automatically absorb true energy from his skin, flesh and blood, and from his meridians like a greedy monster.
These true qi cannot be stored naturally in the runes for a long time, so wearing this private armor in advance means that the true qi is constantly consumed in advance.
In addition to this defect, after this private armor absorbs true energy, although the naturally flowing glow is brilliant, it will naturally expose its gaps.
The larger gap exposed between some activities of Xuan Armor is where its fatal hole is.
But this private armor has a powerful feature far beyond the ordinary standard Xuan armor. When it gets enough true energy to penetrate, it will naturally produce a forward qi explosion.
The sudden burst of energy can easily overturn the cavalry in front of you.
Because of the early detection and warning of the purple golden sable of Qilian Canglan, coupled with the umbrella blade given to him by Qilian Canglan, the two major defects of his private armor were completed, and there was also a black-clothed swordsman beside him at this time.
This black-clothed swordsman is named Du Man.
Although there is a word slow in his name, his sword technique is not slow. Moreover, he practices the sword evil method, and the meridians contain twenty-seven sword evil paths.
This person is calm and rarely has time to relax his vigilance.
But in this kind of battle, Qilian Canglan arranged for Du Man to walk with him, and Hemlock was always relieved.
If there are practitioners who do not belong to them, they will clamor when they move or lurk.
There were purple gold martened, Du Man, and the other two practitioners, Chen Yaoshi and Yang Fuan, were less than two hundred steps away from them, so they opened the box and prepared to wear the black armor without any warning.
However, at this moment, someone fell silently from above.
There were no big trees near him and Du Man, both of them were small trees as thick as children's arms. The canopy of these small trees was also very small, and I don't know how an adult could hide and hide on it.
But at this time someone fell down, and when they fell down, the purple martened, who were extremely sensitive to the breath of strangers, did not make any noise!
The figure of this man appeared in the afterglow of the hemlock eyes. This figure of this man was like a shadow of death to him.
Without any hesitation, he raised a piece of his breastplate and smashed it hard at the man.
However, this person’s target was not him, but Du Man beside him!
Just as the long sword on Du Gu's waist was stimulated by the true energy, it made a sword sound, and jumped out of the scabbard like a living thing. The moment the hilt of the sword fell into Du Gu's hand, the man who fell from the air curled up and directly avoided the blow from the breastplate. A faint wind blew towards Du Gu's head.
A blade appeared in Du Man's perception.
He rushed back in horror, but he found that the blade that clearly landed on his head was gone.
The wind blew on his neck.
He felt that the wind was not cold, and it was even a little warm, just like the spring breeze.
His whole body was sweeping back rapidly. He saw that there seemed to be no wound on his body and no blood seemed to be spraying out on his neck.
He felt a little grateful and let out a loud roar, "Enemy attack! One person!"
However, with his stern shout, a bloodline instantly appeared on his neck.
Blood was splashing out of his neck extremely evenly. The moment it landed, his head fell off his neck.
At this time, he could not wear the black armor at all. The moment he smashed a piece of breastplate, he squatted down and instantly pulled out an iron umbrella from the wooden box.
The dense runes on the heavy iron umbrella lit up instantly, and blades spread out like birds' wings.
But the falling man seemed to have already calculated the direction of his fall, and at this time it fell directly behind his body.
As soon as the iron fan was lifted, he felt a wind blowing on the back of his neck.
His body suddenly froze.
A violent explosion sounded in the woods.
The trees in front of Chen Yaoshi and Yang Mansion were broken and exploded by the true energy.
However, in this shocking glance, they only saw a young man dressed in a rich young man dressed as a stone thrown by a catapult, passing through the canopy of two small trees extremely arrogantly. At the same time, the hemlock seemed to want to look up and see the young man's face clearly, but his head had just raised, and a circle of blood threads shot out from his neck, and his head slid down.
Chen Yaoshi let out an angry roar. He was a man in his fifties, thin and square hat, wearing a very ordinary gray robe.
The moment he let out a sharp roar, his body quickly swelled, and his entire eyeball turned into a deep red color.
The robe, which was originally extremely wide, was instantly filled with swelling flesh and blood. During his breath, yellow mist that could be seen from his mouth and nose was spewed out.
Yang Fuan looked like a very ordinary practitioner in black uniform. When Chen Yaoshi's body changed and yellow mist was sprayed out from his mouth and nose, he even quickly left Chen Yaoshi in fear. However, as the true energy in his body flowed violently, two green air balls visible to the naked eye formed into the soles of his feet. The air ball became larger and larger, which made him float up lightly and float into the air.
"one person!"
He immediately let out another roar, stretched out his hand, and a ball of air shining with green flames fell towards the direction where Gu Liubai escaped.
Qilian Canglan looked up at the green flame. She was originally not far from the lakeside, and not far from the direction the green flame pointed to. However, listening to this sound, she slowly retreated, retreated all the way outside the dense forest, and retreated to the ridges of those paddy fields.
In the darkness, she waved to the land temple where she had stayed before.
A fire soon rose from the rear of the Land Temple.
On the road in the distance, a thunderous sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded, and the sound of horse hooves did not come from the same place.
Several cavalrymen rushed towards Xinghu like tides in the night.
Gu Liubai heard the sound of the cavalry rushing, and he could even judge the number of cavalry in different directions through the sound.
But he was not surprised.
Chapter completed!