Situ Qingshuang: "..."
"The disciples of Yuncheng Martial Arts School are really powerful."
"The convoy was commanded like an arm, and everyone was able to follow orders and prohibitions. When moving, tens of thousands of people acted like one person. It was amazing."
After blowing for a long time, everyone fell silent and looked at each other with helpless expressions on their faces.
"But, but they ran away!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The disciples of Huijianmen were going crazy.
"That is Yue Nu Xia, the young sect master's best friend."
How could she run!
Situ Qingshuang was silent for a while, gently pressed the center of his eyebrows, and looked back at Lou Ying, who was laughing so hard and writing furiously with a pen. He didn't know what kind of mess he was writing, and said helplessly: "In the next day and a half, It's going to be a fierce battle, why don't you avoid it first? It won't be too late to remember it after the fight is over."
The disciples winked at each other, with some weird expressions on their faces.
The young master of their family has been really good-tempered recently.
Yue Nuxia just walked away without saying a few words, and he was not annoyed at all.
Xiao Xing over there spoke freely and made some random remarks, and the owner of the door gave him a dead eye.
Ahem.
This historian's golden pen is not formal at all, and it has taken over all the things that the young sect leader hates the most. However, the young sect leader just turned a blind eye and spoke in a thoughtful and amiable manner.
As early as yesterday, they thought that the young sect leader would definitely carry this young man from the Shi family and throw him down the mountain.
As a result, under such a difficult environment, the young master of his family not only fed and fed this annoying guy, but also paid special attention to his safety.
Situ Qingshuang: Hey, once this guy dies, all the words he wrote will be archived. It will be impossible to delete the section about his master. He can't break into the Shi family's stall. Burn all the information to ashes.
There is no need to think too much, of course Lou Ying cannot die.
Situ Qingshuang waved his hand: "Check the weapon to see how much spider silk is left, and prepare all the arrows. Once the spider silk is broken, even if you go up to fight hand-to-hand, this thing will not be allowed to leave the swamp."
It was only by chance that they discovered that this swamp could limit the speed of the fish. Once it was allowed to leave, the consequences would be disastrous.
"No need to worry."
A relaxed smile appeared on Situ Qingshuang's usually cold face, "We can fight in one and a half days."
What a tough battle.
Invulnerable and elusive, this battle has almost no end in sight.
In fact, what is really scary is not this fish or this monster, but the endless killing and inexhaustible killing of monsters all over the world.
Although the prince was wise and brave, he built a slaying army to drive out the monsters in the world, set up restricted areas, and forged a magical tripod to suppress them, the people have been able to live a stable life for more than ten years.
But now there is obviously something wrong with the restricted area. The monsters have reappeared, and everything in front of them is dim. They wonder if the monsters will spread all over the Ming Dynasty again this time, once again making everyone uneasy and causing the people to scatter their wives and children. , family ruined?
This seems to be a war with no victory in sight.
We are not afraid of risking our lives, we are just worried that even if we risk our own lives, it will be of no use at all, leaving them to die in vain.
With all kinds of thoughts in my mind, the only thing I could do was to sleep with one eye open, staring at the swamp and mud.
If you can't keep an eye on one, then you don't have to think about whether the people have a future, not even now.
Time passed by minute by minute.
The disciples of the Huijian Sect forced this 'monster' back into the swamp countless times, and even Lou Ying, who was a top-notch Qinggong expert, was forced to draw his sword.
"The wind is rustling and the water is cold. When the strong men leave -"
Situ Qingshuang wiped away Lou Ying's sorrow with a scabbard of his sword. He raised his head and looked into the distance with a piercing gaze: "Reinforcements are coming."
The disciples sitting or lying on the ground couldn't even lift their eyelids.
Reinforcements?
hehe.
No matter how many times they tried to persuade him, the young sect master refused to send anyone out to ask for help. How could there be reinforcements?
Those little bastards from the Shi family were indifferent when they saw how miserable they were, and they just refused to take the initiative to call for reinforcements. In the morning, the disciples from Yuegong arrived and asked them all to go away.
How did you say that?
"Yun Cheng Yue Nu Xia has ordered the disciples of Zhu Yue Palace to go to Yu County, so hurry up."
In one word, the hundreds of disciples in the Moon Palace didn't even stop, and with a swish, their shadows disappeared.
Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and something seemed to touch their cheeks, and their scalps rolled into the swamp.
In just a few breaths, the swamp surged, and countless red vines sprouted from the ground.
They were originally thin vines, but as they grew they became entangled in one place, blocking out the sky and the sun, and the leaves became more and more dense.
But it was only for a moment that the leaves withered and the branches withered and fell to the ground.
Situ Qingshuang stood up and walked to the cliff to look out.
On the edge of the mountain road not far from them, the carriage was speeding. Mu Qingyun lifted the curtain and shouted: "Keep an eye on it!"
Before he finished speaking, a flapping sound was heard from the swamp, and the big fish flew into the air like crazy. There were wounds all over its body, and vines sprouted from it.
Letting the wound tear open, the wings on the big fish's back spread out and flew upwards at high speeds in the wind.
All the disciples felt that the pressure on the spider silk on their hands doubled. They all used the Thousand Jin Pendant, all of them had blue veins on their faces. They used all their strength to tighten the spider web to catch the fish, but they still watched helplessly. The fish struggled to break free and finally got out of the spider web.
The disciples of the Huijian Sect suddenly changed their colors in shock. Just as they started to scream, they saw Mu Qingyun's carriage reaching the top of the mountain. With a roar, more than a hundred people suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain from all directions, and arrows rained down one after another.
"it's useless."
All the disciples sighed.
Sure enough, those arrows all hit, but they seemed to miss, as if they had hit the water.
It can't be said that it doesn't work at all, at least it hinders the movement of the 'fish', but it cannot kill it.
Everyone suddenly felt relieved, and the time seemed to have become very long, but in real terms, it was only a moment.
Just when everyone was a little disappointed, vines on the 'fish' body broke out instantly.
Countless vines wrapped around the fish's dark flesh and came out. Some penetrated into the surrounding mountains, and some entered the swamp below. Ever since the vines came out, the fish struggled more and more crazily.
Everyone's hearts were beating wildly.
Mu Qingyun got out of the car, looked at the sky, and smiled: "Don't be afraid, that's it."
Following her words, the entire fish body shattered with a bang, and in an instant it was wrapped in a large group of vines and disappeared.
Mu Qingyun looked solemn, silently calculated the time, glanced at the two senior sisters, and the two senior sisters beside him immediately raised the colorful flags.
The colorful flags fluttered in the wind, rising three times and falling down three times, and a group of warriors suddenly emerged from all directions on the top of the mountain.
The warriors carried several wooden barrels on their hands and shoulders, and poured the fire oil in the barrels onto the large group of vines that were still growing wildly.
Boom.
As the fire stick in Mu Qingyun's hand fell, in the blink of an eye, the air waves above the swamp rolled, and the entire valley fell into a large sea of fire. → (Wise House Chinese has no pop-ups and is updated in a timely manner)
