"Bang"

A wisp of Mars crossed the air, lit several candlesticks, and then in Wu Shifeng's casual move, the candlelight flew in all directions, igniting the calligraphy and paintings on the walls of Juyi Hall.

In the pungent smoke and the rise of Mars, the ghost scholar raised his flying claws, and the living Hell raised his two axes.

Two brothers.

today.

Go to the underworld together!

At the same time, the first gate in Qinglong Mountain had been lost.

The second mountain gate was attacked and was about to fall.

The leader guarding the mountain gate sent out a fireworks for help, but the minions who were supposed to come to support the mountain did not move at all.

There were already fighting sounds at the foot of the mountain, and the sound of killings on the way to the mountain gate was even more shocking.

"Marty, this place is dangerous. Please go to a safe place and wait for the men to take down the bandits' mountain gate!"

Below the second mountain gate, a Southern Dynasty commander wearing coarse cloth was fighting with a spear.

He protected an old man beside him who had gray hair and beard but had straight waists.

The old man was leaning on a Guan Gong sword in his hand.

There are still blood stains on the blade.

He watched the thousands of people fighting in front of him, and his elites disrupted the formation of the bandits who were raided, without any fear in his eyes.

There is even a touch of enjoyment.

His name is Zhao Lian, the Marquis of Wei of the Southern Dynasty. He commanded the tens of thousands of border troops in Qilu. He was the clan uncle of the former king Zhao Hu.

In the former dynasty of Great Chu, he was also in the position of the General.

After Zhao Hu usurped the throne, the first thing he did was to give this clan uncle who had been in war for life as a marquis. He had already established his morale in the army, and his status was evident.

Logically speaking, such a raid on the enemy's lair should not have been carried out by Marquis Wei himself.

But he came anyway.

"In the past ten years, our court and this French village have fought seven times and lost six times!"

Zhao Lian touched his long beard, and the years left too many traces on him.

Zhao Lian did not want to comment on his nephew's usurpation of the world.

But as a veteran who had seen the peace era of the Great Chu Dynasty, he did not want to see the chaos in the Qilu land.

This is why he came to the village of Shifei.

He came to eradicate the world's largest green forest village!

Zhao Lian took a few steps forward, not caring about the dead bodies beside him, and the scrambles flying in the air in front of him, as if the dangers did not exist at all.

He leaned on a knife and said to several commanders beside him who were guarding him:

"I am old and I am afraid I will not be able to fight in the future. This is my last battle in my life.

You don’t have to worry about me. When I start the war, you are still in the womb.”

As the old man spoke, he waved his knife forward in his hand, causing the sound of wind and thunder.

With a domineering knife, he cut the rolling wood thrown in front of him into four sections, and everyone around him subconsciously took a step back.

Only the Marquis of Wei Zhao Lian stood firmly, without moving.

Let the wood chips pass by.

"well."

The wrinkled old man glanced at the soldiers around him with red cheeks, then reached out and pounded his waist, he said:

"Liang Po is old, are you still standing there? I'm bringing you here, may I let you stay here and talk to me about the mountains!"

"I'm not going to kill the enemy yet!"

Under the scolding of Weihou, several commanders around him immediately stepped forward and commanded the soldiers and attacked the mountain gate.

After a while, the second mountain gate was lost.

But Qian Guaizi, who was rushing to the third mountain gate, was carrying several law enforcement leaders and carrying a few bloody heads.

He was shouting loudly, calming down the panic leader and soldiers.

Even if there are fire in the mountain village, it is up to the defenders on the mountain gate and the benefits of the terrain.

As long as they did not surrender voluntarily, there would be only nearly a thousand soldiers raiding from the Southern Dynasty below, and they were unable to capture the mountain gate head-on.

At this time, Lang Mutou also joined forces with other leaders in the village to capture the traitor.

The tall and thin leader, as tall as a bamboo pole, had gathered many people and was heading towards the Juyi Hall. Their numbers were the dominant ones! The people's hearts were still on the side of the boss!

They haven't lost yet!

They will never lose until the boss comes back!

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Sishui, three hundred miles away from Qinglong Mountain.

Xiao Tie and his group had already locked in the whereabouts of Chen Qiu and Qingyang Demon Lord. They were walking by the desolate post road at this time, looking cautious.

The local snooping horses in the country have just sent news.

The carriage between Chen Qiu and Ai Dacha left Sishui County two hours ago. According to the path they were traveling, they should be resting in a village a hundred feet away in front of them.

"Can't move forward any further!"

The monk waved the Buddha's stick and stopped everyone from moving forward again.

He looked at the abandoned village ahead and said:

"When I traveled around the world, I was fortunate to see Zen Master Yuanwu of Nirvana Temple.

The people on this list of people have reached the inhuman realm of perception and awareness of the surrounding qi. If they move forward, they may be noticed by the Qingyang Demon Lord.”

"Senior brother is there!"

Qingqing hid in the grass, raised her right arm, and the Tianji bracelet on her wrist popped up two carefully polished small round mirrors, allowing her to see a distance.

Of course, this mirror cannot be compared with a real telescope, in terms of clarity or distance.

It is said that the Mohist school does have such a thousand-mile mirror, but it is very expensive.

Qingqing vaguely saw the carriage parked by the village and the slightest smoke rising, probably cooking.

This girl felt a sense of joy.

After searching for so long, they finally found the trace of their senior brother.

"It should take some time for the Master Qiu to arrive, so we will wait here."

Lang Seng said a few words to the others, Xiao Tie, who was carrying a heavy sword, turned around and saw Young Master Hua Qing tilting his head and looking at the sky, very stunning.

"Brother Hua Qing, what are you looking at?"

Xiao Tie asked in a low voice.

Hua Qing pursed her lips, and he looked at Lang Monk and asked with a serious expression:

"Master Henming, I grew up in the Western Regions and don't know much about the scenery of Qilu. Is there a fierce eagle species born in this Qilu land?"

"It doesn't seem to be there."

Lang Seng thought about it and replied:

"I have never heard of it. There is a place in Qilu..."

Before he could finish his words, he understood the meaning of Huaqing.

The monk suddenly looked up and looked into the sky. At the highest point of the sky at dusk, between the clouds, there was a black dot parading in the sky.

"not good!"

The monk was shocked and shouted:

"Get back!"

At the same time, in the abandoned village, wearing a green robe, Ai Dacha, who was like a performer, shook his left hand slightly, and the black Tianlang stick kept piercing out sharp cones with the sound of the machine spring.

In just a blink of an eye, these supreme twelve weapons changed from sticks to long-handled maces.

Opposite him, Chen Qiu stood up helplessly.

"I didn't say I asked you to come..."

He moved his shoulders and whispered, but his heart was extremely warm.

He reached out and patted the knife magazine behind him.

The true energy was injected, and with a loud scream, the seven stars shook light and broke out of the box. Under the guidance of the true energy silk thread of Gongshu's clever hand, it fell smoothly into Chen Qiu's hand.
To be continued...