As the thunderstorm in the Central Plains that discolored the wind and clouds poured out, the entire earth was shaking in the front wall in the north.

The one who felt the shock was the barbarian army led by Sang Han. At this time, the night was already deep. Fang Zi had not fought with the Sun Hu army in Fuyun Village for a long time. They retreated here and suddenly felt the murderous aura rolling in.

Sang Han suddenly crawled out of the camp and looked at the night in the north, his face changed slightly. Such a violent vibration sound was clearly a surprise attack by large-scale cavalrymen. However, at this time, how could there be cavalry rushing from the north? Could it be the rebels of Hehu and Lu Yue?

Where did they get the ability? They broke through the main force led by the King Meng who went to suppress and came here?

Although there were great questions, the barbarian army he led was the strictest discipline among the entire barbarian race. With the sound of horns coming out, soldiers and generals rushed out one after another.

"Monster! Monster!" Such shouts began to spread from the front as if they had torn the night, and kept coming.

Monster? What is that? Sanghan took the heavy hammer and jumped onto the war horse. The vanguard's general kept retreating in fear like the sea water. He said that he had never met before.

He shouted loudly, trying to restrain the retreating generals, but the rolling murderous aura was like lava spewing out of the crater, swallowing everything and destroying everything. The screams that kept coming and going, the crying sounds that rose and fell.

The barbarians who came out of the poor mountains and rivers were originally fearless. However, at this moment, it seemed as if they were facing the invincible demons. The entire military camp continued to collapse like broken ice, with blood and death in pieces.

The evil spirit that came from the north and rushed forward with almost no stop.

After the anger dissipated, the moonlight reappeared, leaving behind broken corpses all over the ground...

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There was a military camp south of Haojing, and the showers were not stopped.

The sedan chair carried by four barbarian warriors sailed like a shower, walking around with a large amount of sludge rain, mixed with the wind, passing through the military camps.

In the distance, many barbarians were busy, either removing the firearms from the chariots, or pulling up the oil tent, trying to cover the gunpowder that they had worked hard to transport from behind... Such efforts were actually meaningless in the showers.

The sedan chair was lifted directly into a wooden building. The hunchbacked old man came out, turned his head and looked back, raised his hand, pointed at the soldiers who were busy in the rain, trying to say something, but said nothing, put down his hand and walked deep into the big house.

"The firearms outside are already useless." He looked at the woman who was constantly eating fruits inside, "It's no difference whether it is covered or not."

The woman seemed indifferent and peeled lychees one by one.

The old man stretched out his hand, picked up a pill from the plate, straightened his waist, raised his head, and glanced at the woman. This time, his hand was not cut off, and the woman didn't even react much, and she didn't even want to look at him again.

He put the lychee back and the old man said, "Your son is not born anyway. He will die if he dies, and there is nothing to care about."

The woman still didn't speak.

The old man sighed and sat down next to her: "Actually, I know what you are... The Lord also knows... Although it is difficult to guess, it is not completely unreachable. But the Lord doesn't care, I actually don't care. The difference between you and us will never be greater than that between us and Chinese people... Don't finish reading it, this is true."

The woman looked at him and it was hard to tell what this look meant.

"By the way, what you asked me to check for you before, actually, I found some more or less. Well, do you know the Yu's acupoint? The legendary place where Dayu was buried, you should be able to find the person you were looking for. The last clue, here, these are some things I found, you can take a look." The hunchbacked old man took out a booklet with a cowhide cover from his sleeve and placed it on the table.

The woman did not look at it, but continued to stare at the old man.

"Leave early, basically, we have no hope." The old man shook his head, "Ningjiang... is really unfathomable. Lin'an is obviously under his control. The emperor will die at this time, and he can't understand what he is doing. As soon as the emperor dies, I thought we had a chance. Who knows that these people did not withdraw their troops, not only did they withdraw their troops, but also made a manifesto of killing barbarians. I really don't know how he did it. Haha, he must have made great benefits for these people, but I just can't figure out what this is? These people in China, no matter what they do, they must have a great reputation. It is impossible to openly split the soil and divide the territory. These people have different temperaments and different goals... What kind of big cake did he draw for them? I can't figure it out... there are things that I can't even understand."

He sighed long and said, "The battle between the Lord and those people is about to begin. To be honest, I don't have any hope..."

The woman said slowly, "What would happen if Ning's surname is dead at this time??"

The old man hesitated for a moment: "As soon as he dies... I'm afraid those people will be in chaos." He looked back at the woman, was silent for a while, and slowly stood up: "I probably won't see you anymore, right? Alas... I really miss the days I used to be in Yinchuan. It's a little hard to endure, but at least..."

At least what? The old man suddenly choked there, or could not find a descriptive word, or he felt that it was meaningless to talk about these things now, so he left with a hunched back and sighed.

Behind him, the woman slowly raised her head, her eyes flashing with bright red blood...

That night in mid-May, Ning Jiang sat outside his camp, looking through the battle report in his hand.

In this season, even if there are occasional showers, they are basically like thunder and go in a hurry.

The camp was too stuffy, so he simply moved outside and used the lights to process the documents.

All the troops have begun to siege the main force of the siege. In this case, even if they are siege, they will not be able to compete with four punches with both hands. However, for Ning Jiang, he will never give up easily without the last moment of the real decision of the victory or defeat.

In addition, some movements in the north became blurred at this time. The spies arranged in the north, the Tiandihui Society had not heard any new news for a long time. Although he had sent someone to investigate, an accident occurred on the other side, which was something that could be imagined.

The cicadas kept coming around, one fell and the other rose again. The air seemed to be sticky together, without any flow. The moonlight was very bright. When you look up, there was a circle of light yellow light around the full moon, and the light spread on the grass was blue.

The color of the weeds itself is mixed with the reflection of the moonlight, like a layer of green frost. The eyes crossed the camp and the mountains in the distance, outlining the hazy outline. The soldiers and generals walked back and forth at the gate of the village, not daring to make a sound, so as not to disturb the coach inside.

The foggy cold air came at this time, with a demonic atmosphere and an unknown fragrance of flowers. The moonlight seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier. The shadows came like a tide, and there was a blatant fire in the village gate. The figure fell down, the fire flashed, and the strange darkness went away.

Taoist Lei He who was resting on the other side, "a mouthful of Luo Yan" Luo Fatty, and "a mountain fist" Yue Bai, were aware of the abnormality in the atmosphere almost at the same time. The three of them rushed towards the young master, but the surroundings had become foggy since when.

Yue Bai shouted softly, and his internal force was resounding with the boxing technique, trying to disperse the mist. The white mist only scattered a little, and then it surged again. An air flow was swirling on his right side, and he suddenly took action. The energy was as the sandy fist hit, and the rocks were opened, followed by a bang. A peaceful force surged backwards, and the two forces collided.

He took a step back and his face changed slightly: "Lei He?"

Taoist Lei He almost heard the voice of Taoist Lei He in front of him: "Yue Bai? How are you in this position?"

Before they got up, the two of them looked at each other, but now they almost collided with each other face to face. Such a mysterious situation made both of them change their colors. The sky was dark and the strange and uneasy feeling was getting stronger and stronger. The hustle and bustle of soldiers and the neighing of war horses came from afar.

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A strong wind rolled in the same direction like a tsunami. Flying sand and stones, gods and ghosts were in panic, and they stabbed the two of them like swords, making them unable to open their eyes. "Someone is assassinating the young master!" Taoist Lei He whispered, extremely anxious. However, in such a situation, they were even unable to find the young master's position, and they did not even discuss rescue.

The moment the fog appeared, the young man raised his head. When the strong wind rushed in his direction, he almost couldn't see the darkness of his five fingers. The demonic energy was rolling. In the air, there were dense fine needles hidden, and every movement would be stinged. The voices of Lei He, Fatty Luo, Yue Bai and others were like ghosts hitting a wall in all directions, and they could not determine the direction at all.

Inexplicably, a loud explosion came from the space. In fact, ordinary people could not hear it at all. His eyes seemed to be able to pass through the darkness, through the wind and sand, and look up at the vortex that suddenly bloomed above the slope. The vortex flowed round after round, swirling in his direction against the clockwise hand, and it was clearly silent but shaking. The void shattered like a barrier, and the vortex expanded further, and the ghostly sounds rushed towards him with indescribable, astonishing murderous aura.

It was like a torrent of gushing, but it was extremely cold, and the impact of life was so strong that it was a life-threatening shock. The young man fell down, and the spirit god flying out of his eyebrows had already collided with the demon shadow that was coming. The wind and sand were still there, the wild grass was dancing, and the surging airflow was bursting in the two energy that collided with each other...

It was clearly like the sky was shaking and the earth was moving, as if even the sky was collapsed, but it was difficult to figure out what had been born. The general who wanted to protect the head coach but could not even touch the head coach's figure, and the frightened master was clearly possessing the strength of the grandmaster but had no idea what had been born. This was a situation they had never encountered before. They could not see the moonlight, nor could they hear the cicadas, and no one knew where the phantom flew into the wind and sand that erupted from.

The earth is shaking, constantly shaking, making people unable to stand firm. There is a strange sound of impact, and at a certain point, it is like a spiral spreading rapidly, and the space is filled with wrinkles.

The vortex that erupted from the broken void, with Meili's bright red. Only Ningjiang's spiritual god can see this bright red. Not inferior to the sect saint level, but under the powerful energy, there is no entity or explosion of souls. The extraordinary battle between the two divine souls at the void level is horrifying, but no one can truly observe, and the reality competition.

The bright red rays surged layer by layer, constantly rising, and a ray of light slashed from top to bottom, slashing through the perfect arc, the slash of destruction of gods and demons. The space split, but what came to us was the extremely cold and gorgeous sword energy.

There is no knife, but it is everywhere.

The arc-shaped beauty suddenly collapsed, followed by a cold snorkeling...or a miserable hum.

Woman? In the darkness, Taoist Lei He and others heard this hum.

The cold and angry anger did not end there. The smell of blood spread, and the mysterious demonic aura further expanded. The vortex protruded from the terrifying black hole exuded a floating fragrance, and the bright red light of the sword and the demon blood flashed in all directions. I couldn't see how many moves I exchanged, and the strong wind was like sweeping the entire world, and the red shadows wandered between the lines of life and death.

The sword light flew and suddenly became ethereal. The sword energy, which had no physical but sharpness, danced wildly in the void, flashed quickly again.

The second scream came, and it was shrill, the wind was calm, and the sand was quiet. The bright moon reappeared, and the cicadas isolated from the outside sounded again, as if they had never stopped.

"Young Master!" Taoist Lei He, Fatty Luo, and Yue Bai rushed to the side of the young man who slowly stood up from the case.

The young man walked to the desk, raised his head with his hands behind his back, and looked at the full moon in the night sky. More soldiers rushed over and looked at the place in surprise. The ground seemed to be blown by a knife, and all the turf was turned down. The documents on the desk were blown everywhere by the wind, but other than that, there was no abnormality.

"Young Master, what happened?" Taoist Lei He asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing. Someone came over to play for a while and now he has escaped." The young man said carelessly.

A sneer was overturned at the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!