The wind and battle platform.

It is rumored that it was an ancient building built by the ancient states to defend against foreign enemies. It guarded the narrowest passage in the Demon-Breaking Canyon. It was made of hard stones, with towering city walls and countless battle pits.

The towering city walls are covered with dark black hooks, which look extremely terrifying.

On the ground, the city gates have a drop of up to one meter from the ground. Only by lowering the high hanging wooden bridge with the city walls can people and horses be connected. This was the most effective way to defend against cavalry attacks in ancient times, besides the moat.

Such a solid barrier was even claimed to have never been able to break it from the outside.

But even such a powerful pass gradually declined after the rise of Chinese martial arts.

After all, the hero violated the ban with martial arts, and the high walls of the deep courtyard may be able to block the attack of thousands of troops, but they cannot stop the warriors who can use the qi to fly over the eaves and walls.

In this way, this magic-breaking battle platform, which once wrote many glorious and magnificent poems and tragic history, was gradually forgotten by the world in the bleak years.

Now there are only the ruins that have been accidentally missed in the blink of an eye. The majestic momentum of a man who was a man who could not escape the world.

North Dodo Zongmi stood on the weeds and took a deep breath, suppressing a trace of tension that gradually emerged in his heart. As the only two martial saints in the North Dodo Guang family, what he was about to face would bring him great psychological pressure.

In his heart, he really was unwilling to do such dangerous behavior that would threaten his own life, but in reality, he had to do it.

After enjoying most of the family resources, he naturally has to contribute or even sacrifice to the family at the most critical moment.

Raise troops for a thousand days and use troops for a while.

The words he said in front of his retreat were really unable to refute when his brother, who was the head of the family, stood in front of his retreat.

The breeze blew, bringing uneasy news in the distance, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood, which was the breath of killing. North Dojo Sonya knew clearly that the three people were coming, and what he had to do was to rely on his strength that was inferior to them to stop the three people here.

To be honest, a quarter of an hour ago, I had not had any anxiety about the necessity and probability of success of this task, but when he saw that the first line of defense in the North Alliance was penetrated by the other party like a piece of paper, his calm and calm personality could not be maintained after all.

He witnessed the old man with a similar cultivation level as his, seriously injured and escaped under the siege of three people. Maybe others don’t understand it very much, but he knew it in his heart.

After suffering such severe injuries, even if the old man did not die, he would probably not be able to make any further progress in his life on the road of martial arts.

He had done countless verifications in his mind. Can he withstand the full-strength attack of the three people with all his strength? The answer was no, which made him a little depressed.

Even a single Long Ji, or any of the three of them, is not an opponent he can defeat alone.

So what's the point of standing here?

In front of them, I was just a young man who had just become a martial saint. How could He De dare to stand here to stop them from saving two people who already belonged to them?

This war is not consistent in the family, but unanimous to the outside world.

At least in the heart of North Dojo Zongmi, he could not feel the necessity of this war at all. If North Dojo Guang could win in the end, it would be the best, but if he lost, he would lose all the way and there would be no more day to turn around.

Putting all the treasures on this particularly unreliable war, even if it gathers the largest alliance among the martial arts families in history, even if there is a trace of Dayin Buddhism taking action behind it.

He still couldn't see the possibility of winning this war.

The reason is nothing. Dragon, Titan, and Evil Eye are not the reason. The strong defense of Skynet is and the strong counterattack are not the reason. The evil god Xiao Zheng, who has always been missing and died but has never seen a corpse, is the deep thorn in his heart.

No matter how much disadvantage Skynet is, as long as he is still alive, there is no possibility of winning this war in Beidaoguang and even Dayin Buddhism.

He didn't believe that his clan brother would not understand this truth, but he understood this truth but still pushed the entire family to the gambling table. Zong Mi believed that he must have made this mental preparation.

When extermination of the clan, escape, run away, and be prepared to welcome victory, you must also plan to accept failure.

"Elder Zongmi, the head of the family wants to talk to you." A servant who looked a little vulgar, lowered his head and handed over a headset.

He glanced at the earpiece deeply, then took a breath, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and pressed the call button.

"What's the matter?"

His words were a little dull and indifferent, and it didn't sound like there was no unnecessary emotion, even if the person who was talking to him in the headset was his brother's head.

There was no reply in the headset, and the sound seemed a little noisy. It seemed that someone was carrying something, sparse.

But BeiDaohai's room was not allowed to enter without his permission, and even he was no exception.

After a moment, the headset became quiet.

It took a long time before Beidaohai said slowly.

"They are coming to you."

Zong Mi did not reply, but closed her eyes, took a deep breath, closed the call, and threw the headset to the servant beside her.

Without further ado, Bei Daohai already knew what to do when he said the news, and he could only do this.

With a light move from his right hand, the air flowing around him surged, and the Qi appeared. Dots of blue light particles gathered from all over the surroundings and gathered on his right hand. After a moment, a long bow with silver and blue intersecting appeared in his hand.

And his left hand was holding a white feathered arrow.

If you look closely, this arrow seems to be no different from the arrow rain that the dragon has faced before. If you use the perception ability of the Martial Saint to perceive, you can find that the arrow is not attached to the previous innate qi.

It is a power that cannot be understood, at least in the eyes of Zong Mi at this stage.

This incomprehensible force is the one he dared to stand here to face the three people and stop them from relying on them. This is also Beidaohai's trump card.

He knew that Bei Daohai never wanted to expose this method, and did not want others to know that he also had the means to threaten the middle and even late stages of the Martial Saint.

But now, since he informed himself, it means that the situation has reached a bad situation where he has to reveal his trump card. Since that is the case, there is nothing to hesitate about.

He raised his head, pulled his bow and took an arrow.

(End of this chapter)
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