"stop!"
Bai Ying gave a cold shout and came to his side in a fierce manner. His eyebrows were raised and he said angrily: "Where do you want Brother Ziye to escape to?"
"Ah, this!"
When Ying Ziye heard this, Bai Ying was able to directly defeat his plan. He couldn't help but smile awkwardly and said, "I didn't plan to run away."
He stopped, changed the subject, and asked curiously: "Why are you here?"
"Ah!"
Bai Ying crossed his arms and joked, "Of course I'm afraid that Brother Ziye will find another girl outside."
Hearing this, Ying Ziye touched his nose angrily, but felt a little guilty and remained silent.
"It seems that I was right!"
The white shadow's head came close to Ying Ziye's eyes, her clear autumn eyes reflected him, and she looked at him with burning eyes.
He even lay in his arms and smelled it.
Ying Ziye looked at the perfect cold face and the little girl's posture, which formed a strong contrast with the military uniform, but couldn't help but blush.
He wanted to say no, but he didn't dare to lie to Bai Ying.
"Master!"
A soft cry saved Ying Ziye.
But it was Zhong Limei who came to report and said respectfully: "The clothes of these soldiers are different from those of the Qin Empire army and even the remnants of the Six Kingdoms, and everyone has traces of mosquito bites on their bodies."
Ying Ziye took advantage of the situation and coughed lightly, pushed Bai Ying away, and analyzed with a solemn expression: "It is very likely that they are the South Vietnamese army. These armors, especially the rattan armor, are extremely in line with the South Vietnamese armament."
"Furthermore, South Vietnam had plans against the Qin Empire before. It is not impossible to order people to lead an army to surround and kill this young master."
Zhong Limei nodded and responded respectfully: "The general also guessed the same!"
Ying Ziye looked at the mountains full of corpses with a deep look in his eyes, and ordered: "Take the people to find the corpses of the Qin Empire soldiers, transport them back to the city, find some coffins to put them in, and send them back to their hometown, and reward their heirs with titles and financial compensation."
"As for the bodies of these South Vietnamese soldiers, they were burned."
"Look for Mr. Lu to see if he is here."
"promise!"
Zhong Limei bowed his hands.
"General Meng Tian still has some enemies that have not been dealt with. Let's go together to support him."
Ying Ziye looked at Bai Ying.
"good!"
Bai Ying nodded slightly.
Tens of thousands of heroic and heroic Iron Detachment troops gathered together.
Ying Ziye got on the horse and led the army with Bai Ying to set off.
Horses ride on mountains and rivers!
The earth roared.
In the valley.
At this time, the sword formation formed by the men in white robes and hats was already in danger.
But in the face of the siege by powerful men such as the Sweeping Monk and Meng Tian's army, he still struggled to persevere.
At this moment, the leader felt that he was somewhat overestimating his capabilities.
He desperately wanted to challenge the empire and take revenge on the Eighth Young Master, but in the end he also lost himself.
boom!
Hou Qing used Weeping Blood Record, and the tiny blood lines turned into blood dragons, roaring and crashing towards the sword array.
The sword array buzzed and trembled, firmly resisting it.
However, the men in white robes and hats inside the sword array couldn't help but look pale.
The muscles all over the body were tense and struggling to hold on.
They have maintained the sword formation for several hours.
Faced with the siege of land gods, a group of powerful people in the celestial realm, and a large army.
Although hundreds of people are all martial arts masters, at least fourth-grade warriors, and even many above first-grade, they also feel that they have more than enough ambition and insufficient strength.
The sweeping monk pointed his hands toward the void.
Wisps of starlight emerged, turning into dots of stars, condensing into a pair of giant palms and blasting towards the sword array.
boom!
The wisps of starlight are very tiny, but they are extremely powerful.
The giant palm suppressed fiercely, and cracks appeared on the sword formation.
"Teacher, let's run!"
At this time, a man in a white robe and hat saw the sword formation gradually collapsing. He couldn't help but feel frightened and spoke.
The other people in white robes and hats around also looked at the leader.
"The great revenge has not been avenged!"
The leader's face was complicated, and there was no anger or grief in his voice.
He wanted to persist, but looking at the menacing wolf-like and tiger-like troops of the Qin Empire, he glanced at the Sweeping Monk, Hou Qing and others.
But he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
If it weren't for the power of the formation, they wouldn't be able to compete with each other.
"withdraw!"
The leader's tone was rather lonely and his eyes were filled with anger.
I just regret that I don’t have enough strength.
"promise!"
Hundreds of people in white robes and hats responded in unison.
He took out the sword in his hand and turned it into a torrent of long swords floating in the sky.
The entire sword array moves flexibly and shuttles continuously.
Hundreds of people and the sword torrent were like a whole body, breaking through to one side.
"They're going to run!"
Meng Tian saw such a scene and immediately ordered the army to pursue him.
The sweeping monk smiled slightly.
A giant Buddha figure appeared in the void, a hundred feet in size, filled with countless golden lights, and raised his hand to shoot towards the sword array.
Poof!
The sword array showed its sharpness and penetrated the huge palm of the Buddha.
However, the golden light filled the air, and the giant palm of the Buddha healed instantly.
The sword array was stagnant for a moment.
Surrounded by people.
Originally, the man in the white robe and hat intended to stop the army and assassinate Ying Ziye.
Now I am stuck in a quagmire and cannot extricate myself.
at the same time!
Ying Ziye and Bai Ying came hand in hand, followed by countless armies of iron ladies.
kill!
Tens of thousands of cavalry charged.
At the same time, when Meng Tian saw this scene, he turned his military formation into a long sword and slashed hard.
boom!
The long knife slashed down.
The army charges.
Sweeping Monk, Hou Qing, Master Xiaomeng and others all urged to use their killing moves.
Ying Ziye raised the Xuanyuan Sword high.
cut!
The Xuanyuan Sword comes out of the broken mountains and rivers!
The sun, moon, stars, birds, beasts, insects and fish.
Mountains and rivers were shattered, and the power of destruction followed.
All of them hit the sword formation.
Buzz!
The sword array buzzed, and silvery white thunder and lightning manifested from the righteousness of heaven and earth fell from the sky.
At the same time, one after another sword energy rose high into the blue clouds, washing away all the attacks from around the sword array.
It's just that manpower is sometimes poor, although we can use the righteousness of heaven and earth to combine the power of hundreds of people to form a formation.
Faced with the bombardment of many strong men and the siege of the army.
After all, the sword formation couldn't hold on any longer.
There was a loud explosion.
The sword formation completely collapsed!
Hundreds of people in white robes and bamboo hats were brutally attacked one after another, their faces turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Just trying to escape.
However, the aftermath of the attack by Ying Ziye and others did not dissipate, and they were killed among a group of people in white robes and hats.
Sonic boom roared.
The earth cracks!
The bodies of the men in white robes and hats were shattered and destroyed one after another under the attack.
"kill!"
Ying Ziye shouted in a cold voice: "Except for the leader, no one else will be left alive."
"promise!"
Everyone responded one after another.
Ying Ziye took one step forward and covered a hundred feet in an instant.
But in the blink of an eye, he came to the side of the leader in a white robe and bamboo hat.
Xuanyuan Sword was swung.
Poof!
It was inserted hard into the leader's dantian, stirred hard, and shattered under the erosion of the sword energy.
"ah!"
The leader screamed in pain, raised his head and stared angrily.
"Ah!"
Ying Ziye smiled calmly and said, "Let me see your face clearly now."
"don't want!"
The leader tried his best to protect the hat and veil, but couldn't help but feel panic in his heart.
It doesn't matter if he dies, but the family...
Ying Ziye stretched out his hand and scraped with his sword fingers. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and he chopped off both palms.
Puff puff puff!
Both palms rolled down.
The leader couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
"Asking for boredom."
Ying Ziye looked calm, and his words contained a sense of ridicule.
He waved his hand, and a sword energy swept through him, shattering his bamboo hat and veil into crumbs.
The veil of the bamboo hat was broken, revealing an angry face, mixed with a trace of fear and guilt.
"It's you!"
Ying Zi frowned slightly at night, not surprised.
The identity of the person in front of me is both reasonable and unexpected.
"Sir, who is it?"
Jian Jiu came over curiously.
Seeing the leader's appearance, he was also calm.
"Kong Wei!"
Yuan Tiangang's eyes were blazing and he said in a deep voice: "Unexpectedly, he is actually a member of the Kong family."
"I thought it was from South Vietnam or Baiyue."
"No!"
Ying Ziye smiled softly, with a cold look in his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "It is true that he is from the Kong family, but he also belongs to South Vietnam. The Kong family has colluded with South Vietnam."
"Sir, do you want it?"
Yuan Tiangang's eyes flickered and he had some guesses in his mind.
"good!"
Ying Ziye nodded slightly and showed a meaningful smile.
Kong Wei noticed something was wrong and asked in horror: "Eighth Young Master, what are you going to do?!"
"The assassination of the Eighth Young Master was all my fault. It was you who killed my son, and it had nothing to do with the Kong family!"
Kong Wei shouted loudly, struggling desperately to get up.
"It's not up to you to have the final say on this matter."
Ying Ziye looked solemn and said in a cold voice: "Lock him up and take him away."
"Here!"
Several black armored soldiers took out iron ropes, tied them tightly, and tied them to the horse's back.
The army set off and returned to Qufu.
