The silk and bamboo are pleasant to the ear, and the harp and harp sing harmoniously.
Fengyundu, which was filled with a chilling atmosphere, suddenly heard the sound of harps, harps, pipa, and various musical instruments. The mixture of the harp, chime, flute, and flute not only did not appear messy at all, but also made people feel relaxed and happy.
Thousands of soldiers and horses subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, wondering why the sound of drums and music was echoing on Fengyundu at this time.
Liu Mingzhi's troops were curious about the source of the sound, but they didn't know that the enemies not far away who had just gone through a fight looked nervous.
It was especially obvious for some people standing at the front. They instinctively held their weapons in front of themselves to protect their vital points, and looked cautiously for the source of the drum music.
The sweet notes suddenly became urgent, and the source of the sound was also elusive.
It seems that there are sounds coming from all directions, disturbing people's minds.
Among the five men in black cloaks standing next to Lao Zhou, one of them, a thin man in black cloak, raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of miniature old eyes under the cloak, looking around the surrounding environment with slight surprise.
"I didn't expect that there would be people under the command of King Bingjian who knew the music skills. Could it be that they were the Twelve Flying Immortals of Dunhuang who never showed up in the world again after Jiangnan appeared?"
As soon as the cloaked man finished speaking, a tall cloaked man next to him snorted coldly and leaped away dozens of steps away.
"Huh, noisy! Twelve little girls also dare to go against the imperial court and should be punished."
The cloaked man did not even pause dozens of steps away, leaving an afterimage in the distance, and appeared in front of the black horse in the blink of an eye.
The thin cloaked man raised his eyes and glanced at the cloaked man who flew away and chuckled.
"It seems that Chen Ying has been angered by these twelve juniors. Just in case something changes, Mao Ying, please go and help."
"Um!"
The person who was called Maoying by the thin man also disappeared from the place in an erratic manner, and appeared next to the tall Chenying in the blink of an eye.
"Lao Wu, the boss asked you to be careful, don't make a mistake."
"You don't have to worry about it!"
The surrounding notes became loud and noisy again, faintly harsh, and the faces of the men and horses in black clothes standing at the front turned unnaturally red.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a sound like a lion's roar echoed between heaven and earth, radiating in all directions.
A low sound like a lion's roar spread directly towards Liu Mingzhi, causing the mounts of his soldiers to move their horses' hooves uneasily.
Liu Mingzhi was even more lucky, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand and looking at the cloaked man leaning dozens of steps away with a solemn expression.
The source of the sound seemed to come from him.
Liu Mingzhi's heart tightened. Is this a magical skill similar to the lion's roar skill in his previous life?
"Roar!"
Another heart-wrenching roar filled the air, and the musical notes reverberating between heaven and earth paused briefly, and then sounded again.
But compared to the previous note, the sound that sounded again was obviously a little less confident.
"Humph, you don't know what's going on, little girl."
Chen Ying snorted coldly, and his cloak automatically puffed up as if it was inflated.
"Ha...ho!"
The previous roar of a lion suddenly turned into a sound like hundreds of warriors roaring together. In the ears of Liu Mingzhi and others, there was a sound that was more powerful than the roar of artillery.
The reverberating musical notes stopped abruptly, and twelve fairy-like figures fell down from between Liu Mingzhi and Chen Ying. Musical instruments were scattered on the ground.
Liu Mingzhi hurriedly ran towards the twelve beautiful figures wearing silk feathers.
"Yu Xiao, Qing Di, Zi Sheng...are you okay?"
Twelve beautiful figures all looked at Liu Mingzhi, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was immediately clearly exposed in Liu Mingzhi's eyes.
Stumbling to his feet, the Twelve Feixian picked up the musical instruments on the ground. His beautiful eyes looked at the cloaked man dozens of steps away in fear as he retreated towards Young Master Liu.
"Master, be careful, you are in the innate realm."
Upon hearing this, Liu Mingzhi also subconsciously glanced at the cloaked man Chen Ying. He had long realized that this person was not simple, but he did not expect that he would be an innate master with profound skills.
He is an innate master from the beginning. Are innate masters so worthless?
Or is it that the royal family's 600-year heritage has really become so powerful that innate masters can emerge one after another.
Unable to support them all, Liu Mingzhi took Yu Xiao and Zi Sheng, who were the most seriously injured, under his arms and slowly retreated towards the back.
"Your Majesty, just go ahead and capture him. Since we are here, we will not give you the chance to resist."
Mao Ying next to Chen Ying suddenly spoke, and the words he spoke were the words that made Liu Mingzhi surrender.
Liu Mingzhi glanced at Mao Ying with a gloomy look.
"It is true that the innate master is very powerful, but if you just want me to capture him without any help, you must be looking down on me, Liu Mingzhi, too much.
It is still unclear who will win.
Don't talk too much. "
Mao Ying shook his head gently: "Ignorance, since the prince still wants to fight to the death, I will be offended."
Before the word "offended" could be heard, Mao Ying disappeared from the spot.
A cold light suddenly appeared, and Liu Mingzhi instinctively pushed Yuxiao and the two girls behind him, and slashed them with the heavenly sword in his hand.
The roar of the clash of gold and swords dispersed in all directions. Even with the light of torches, the people around could not see clearly where the two figures appeared. Only the sound of the clash of gold and swords echoed around them.
Within a few breaths, the two erratic figures became clear. Liu Mingzhi held the Heavenly Sword and stepped back more than ten steps. On the other hand, Mao Ying stood calmly and calmly in the distance, shining a cold light. , the dagger stained with bright red blood was placed under the cloak.
Liu Mingzhi subconsciously touched the wound on his cheek, looking horrified.
If he hadn't been fighting on the battlefield for many years, he would have developed a mysterious instinct to avoid it. He would have been afraid that the dagger in the hand of the cloaked man ten steps away would have cut his throat.
Liu Mingzhi's throat felt a little dry as he looked at the calm Mao Ying not far away in shock.
If you feel good, this cloaked man who uses daggers is most likely an innate master.
Otherwise, he would not have been beaten from the very beginning. Apart from passively fighting back, he would not have any ability to fight back.
In less than half an hour, two innate masters appeared one after another.
Is this the strength of the spy?
No wonder the old man kept it secret and was somewhat reluctant to mention it.
Regardless of his own injuries, the Twelve Feixian held the instrument in his arms again, protecting Liu Mingzhi behind him with layers of protection.
The twelve beauties, who were in frail bodies, used their last strength.
The slender jade fingers moved again, and the cherry lips opened slightly.
The notes echoed again, but a scalp-numbing lion's roar sounded again.
The Twelve Flying Immortals who had just started to attack groaned, squirted a mouthful of blood, and fell softly around Liu Mingzhi.
Maoying shook his head gently and raised his hand.
"kill!"
Maoying's voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
The black men and horses and the men and horses in bamboo hats and raincoats immediately waved their weapons and used dazzling light skills to surround Liu Mingzhi's troops.
Sun Mingfeng and others immediately changed their expressions and hurriedly waved the command flags in their hands.
"Protect the prince!"
"Come on, brothers, fight to the death!"
However, they had not yet waved their whips and urged their mounts to move.
Gray shadows leaped and rushed from behind the military formation. Although there were no horses, the figures of these people were faster than galloping on horseback.
There were three to four thousand people one after another, including men, women, old and young, which already exceeded the strength of three thousand soldiers and horses.
Just like the three thousand soldiers and horses outflanking them, these men in gray robes also divided into two groups and attacked the men and horses in black robes and the men in bamboo hats and raincoats respectively.
A confrontation different from that on the battlefield unfolded in the eyes of thousands of soldiers and horses.
Weapons clashed, and strong winds raged.
There seemed to be a heavy snowfall in the clear night sky.
One by one, ghost-like figures rushed to kill on the land of Fengyundu.
Looking at Liu Mingzhi, who was more than ten steps away, Sun Mingfeng and the others, although they could not figure out the identity of these thousands of reinforcements, still conveyed their knowledge to their generals in the face of danger.
"The whole army obeys the order and sets up torches!"
In an instant, thousands of torches started burning, illuminating Fengyundu like daylight.
Only then did they see what real fighting was.
It can be said that it is a real move that kills people, and every move is bloody.
Liu Mingzhi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the relevant secret agent finally lurking over.
He bent down to help the Twelve Flying Immortals and slowly retreated towards the back, his eyes never leaving Maoying's position.
