"Senior Sister" Pan Xiaowen held Wanmin's arm with a cry, not daring to use force for fear of tearing her torn body apart. She turned around and saw Xiao Huan also lying on the ground unconscious. She suddenly lost her mind, rubbed her eyes and started crying. .
Neither Xiao Buhui nor the leader of the Chi Miaofeng Sect were here. When Xiao Huan Wanmin collapsed, the women of Chi Miaofeng were completely panicked. The Qingfeng Mountain disciples had been holding back their resentment, but when they saw the morale of Chi Miaofeng's troops turbulent, they seized the opportunity and swooped back, beating Chi Miaofeng to the point where they were completely defeated.
Too many sisters died at Pan Xiaowen's hands, and this weak girl closed her eyes in fear.
"Senior Sister Pan!" The thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl fell down next to Pan Xiaowen and cried: "Stand up quickly. The senior sisters have all dispersed. Get up and take command!"
"I can't do it. Let's hold on, surround the leader, and wait for other leaders who dare to come."
"Ah" "Senior sister" "Junior sister Pan!" "No, let's run!"
A woman fell in front of Pan Xiaowen. It was really difficult for a sixteen-year-old girl to face this situation. Fortunately, she was not a weak person.
The seven-foot-long Xiu Hong Ling was like a dragon entering the river. Suddenly it was splashed. A slight turn of the body shook the internal organs of a hundred people. Pan Xiaowen was seen holding the head of a disciple with her left hand, and her right hand was wrapped around the Xiu Hong Ling. Two Standing on several corpses, Danfeng's eyes were arrogant, and hot wind was blowing from his body. He threw the head out of his hand and killed another person before it hit the ground. However, in just a few turns, more than two hundred people died on Qingfeng Mountain. disciple.
"Who dares to take a step forward!" Pan Xiaowen shouted sternly, with the air of a general. How could those frightened Qingfeng Mountain disciples dare to step forward? They stood in a row and confronted them from a distance.
"Senior Sister Pan!" the women shouted.
"Keep the formation, with the Sword Gate outside and the Dance Gate inside. The disciples of the Dharma Gate will intersperse between the two gates to protect the leader and Senior Sister Wan as they head west."
With the backbone in place, Chi Miaofeng's remnants of troops were arranged in a decent manner. Instead of avoiding trouble, they actually came towards Qingfeng Mountain step by step with their swords in hand.
Hu Zi held Mu Ziyun in his arms and ran back. Zheng Qiao stopped him and groped for a while before taking out a red pill and pressing it into Mu Ziyun's mouth. "Are you angry? Are you still angry?" asked anxiously.
Huzi's face was gloomy, and he tensed up, as if anyone who dared to step forward would be hit by him, "There is energy, but it's intermittent."
Zheng Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, then there is help. You can take him back to the sect. I will go back after finishing the remaining evil in Chi Miaofeng." Huzi nodded and stepped back.
"Wait, wait" Mu Ziyun suddenly opened his eyes and called out to Hu Zi weakly. Huzi's dark face immediately relaxed and he said happily: "I'm awake! This medicine is so effective."
"No," Zheng Qiao quickly followed, "This is my life-saving medicine. Alas, from now on, there is no good medicine in Qingfeng Mountain. If you are injured, you can only swallow the blood root."
"Headmaster Zheng" Mu Ziyun's consciousness is still a little blurry.
"I'm here, tell me." Zheng Qiao put his ear to his mouth.
"Let's go, don't fight them."
"Don't worry, if Xiao Huan falls, they will become a mob. As long as I use my magic, none of them will be able to escape."
"Ahem!" Mu Ziyun's lips oozed some blood, he grabbed Zheng Qiao's collar with force, and coughed: "Let's go, there is a war in the west, and there is also a war in the east. The ones who are fighting and dying are the families, Qingshan There are not many elites left in Feng, and losing even one more would be a huge loss."
Zheng Qiao slowly raised his head, turned around, and looked at the Chimiaofeng women not far away. How could they look weak? Even though they knew that they had no ability to deal with magicians, they still held their heads high and held their chests high. No matter whether the wounds on their bodies are still bleeding, the determination in their eyes is enough to intimidate any enemy.
Then I turned around and looked at my children. Their young faces were all covered with blood. They looked like soldiers who had forgotten life and death. Who would have thought that many of them were still children in their early ten years. The older disciples were the most seriously injured. The war They were indeed standing in front of their compatriots in front of them. They were the first to die and they were the last to retreat.
Zheng Qiao looked at the disciples in the two camps. His emotions seemed to have drifted away from the battlefield, and his eyes were a little moist. Yes, the battle had come and gone, and the passion for revenge was flowing. But when the final count was made, the number of his children who died It only increases but does not decrease, and the fighting continues. Who can say whose revenge is being avenged and for what purpose? If you give him another hour, he will definitely be able to destroy Chi Miaofeng and the others, but even if one of the Qingshan Peak elites dies, Zheng Qiao will be heartbroken.
"Alas" Zheng Qiao waved his hands towards the disciples and said softly: "Children, go home and take your brothers with you." There was a rustling sound as the disciples carried the brothers who had just died. body, walking towards the west step by step.
Huzi held the fainting Mu Ziyun in his arms, looked at Pan Xiaowen coldly, and then flew to the west.
Pan Xiaowen's fists were clenched all the time. Even if the people from Qingfeng Mountain left, she never gave up her strength and said: "Protect the injured sisters, let's go west to meet the others."
"Will we meet people from Qingfeng Mountain? I don't know what happened to other sects." The women were somewhat uneasy.
Pan Xiaowen's voice was firm and she said sternly: "Don't be afraid! We have learned martial arts over the years, and no one can easily subdue us. Even if we die, we will step on the corpses of those men!"
"Okay!" "Senior sister is right, I won't hide anymore! I want those sects to know how powerful Chi Miao Feng is!" After a few words, the timid temperament of the Chi Miao Feng women disappeared. Perhaps they were originally That's not the case. Like Pan Xiaowen, this is what they really look like.
Sneaking away from the south side of the western battlefield, the disciples on Qingfeng Mountain lowered their voices.
"Master Zheng, with so many of us, we should have been discovered a long time ago." Hu Zi said to Zheng Qiao.
"There's nothing you can do now. Just leave quickly. There's a leader stopping you." Zheng Qiao's face couldn't hide his sadness. Hu Zi felt strange and asked in a low voice: "Master Zheng, tell me the truth. , the martial arts of my family leader, isn’t it?”
Zheng Qiao didn't turn his head, walked quietly, and said after a long time: "It has a very majestic name - Baqi. As soon as he completed his transformation, he sealed his martial arts. Baqi can allow him to improve in two stages. The first is It will make him twenty times stronger at a time. It sounds bluffing, but it is not very strong because he has no specific martial arts and only relies on fists and feet, so it is easy to deal with him. "
"The second time will make him improve eight hundred times. In his words, people come and people die, and ghosts come and die. Haha, it should be very strong." After a pause, he said: "The first time. After consuming his blood, he can only last for one stick of incense. After the end, he cannot gather martial energy for three years. The second time will consume his life, and he can only last for thirty breaths. If he can be rescued immediately after the end, he may be able to survive. , he will be a cripple for the rest of his life, and he will be frail and sick and his lifespan will not be long. "
Huzi froze and shouted, "No! I'll go help him."
Zheng Qiao grabbed him, held it tightly, and said: "A stick of incense is coming soon. He will definitely use the second stage. You can't stop him. As soon as he uses it, he is destined to be disabled. Open his palms." The door is for the disciples to survive."
"Then I'll wait until he's finished and then I'll go rescue him."
Suddenly a golden light appeared on the ground. Before Huzi could think of what was going on, he fainted from the flash of light. It turns out that Zheng Qiao has been secretly preparing spells to prevent Hu Zi from being impulsive.
He called a few disciples, carried Mu Ziyun and Hu Zi on their backs, and looked at Zhang Kui in the distance. Zheng Qiao sighed and turned away.
Zhang Kui had long felt the aura of the Qingshan Mountain disciples, and knew that the other sects were waiting for him. He felt empty in his heart. He slowly opened his clothes and touched his heart. Four gaps opened in his chest, and red smoke overflowed. The moment he saw this, Zuo Zhiwei immediately grabbed the old monster and ran away to the north.
"Thunder!" someone shouted from the remnants of Qingshan Mountain.
Boom, bang! boom! What a terrifying scene. Even the color of the sky changed in thirty breaths of time. The scorching sun clung to the sky like blood and hid alone in the mountains.
In just thirty breaths of time, nearly 20,000 disciples fell on the battlefield in the southern region of Huzhou. The only shapeshifter in Bailian Weapon Dao still doesn't know what happened. He is in a different place. The unknown shapeshifter from Changke Zong has been hiding for half his life. He has not been remembered by anyone and has no choice but to end his life.
Everyone was stunned, including Zheng Qiao, who had been mentally prepared. In the gradually darkening sky, a figure that no longer exuded red energy fell down. It fell to pieces in a place where time seemed to have stopped.
