Concerned about Lu Dingmo's safety, he concentrated his energy on his feet, jumped with all his strength, and flew into the air.
And just as the breakout battle was going on, a group of men and horses had already gathered, flying the banner with the word "wine" hanging high, and rushing towards the direction of the three religions.
They were already waiting in Zhou Fang Yucheng in advance. And when the artillery fire rang out in front and the angry flames soared into the sky, they immediately set out to support them.
Their role is to block Jiuche Xiaoying's retreat.
In order to prepare for a surprise attack, the Wine League had dispersed its troops. It took some time to reintegrate just now, but fortunately there was no delay.
Jue Tongjun walked at the front of the team, followed by Bai Hao and the capable men of Jiu Meng. The army behind them was formidable, and the black masses of people crowded the mountain road, looking intimidating.
It was dark. But the wine flag still flies as before. Reflecting the distant firelight, the brocade cloth looks beautiful.
"Miss Bai Hao, you don't have to follow me." Jue Tongjun turned around and said.
Having spent some time in the wine league, Bai Hao has not changed at all, whether it is appearance or personality.
She puffed up her cheeks and shook her head resolutely: "That's not possible. I'm going to be very busy tomorrow and I don't want to hide at home by myself - I know martial arts and won't hold anyone back."
Looking at the bright silver soft whip wrapped around Bai Hao's waist, Jue Tongjun smiled lightly.
As for the Ming Dynasty... it probably refers to the Eastern Poetry Ming Dynasty.
The old housekeeper Hu Gan also followed the team. He also poked his head over and said firmly: "We will protect the safety of the lady with our lives, and we will never hurt a hair."
"Thank you, Uncle Hu, but I can really do it myself..." Bai Hao said thank you, but her face was still a little unhappy.
Jue Tongjun didn't talk to him again. He has extensive experience and already knows the origins of Dongfang Shiming and Bai Hao's family background. Since he was from a famous family, he didn't have to worry too much.
The team moved forward quickly. Yangsha's long tail floated at the end of the team, and they were almost there.
The beacon fire is flying, and the war drums are high in the sky. The blood mist was layered like a barrier, and was dispersed by the rushing wind for a while. The vision became clearer and clearer, and the mist became shallower.
The three religions are of the same mind and have the same spirit. At the moment when everyone put aside life and death, the teachings of the three religions seemed to be condensed into one place.
At the beginning, everyone may be timid and timid. But the hatred of the same family inspired them to have no regrets; and after experiencing the flames of war, their belief in caring for the common people was also deeply activated.
"Brother Lu! What a coincidence!"
With a shout, the dust in front of him fluttered, and Xuan Xuan's white silk stockings swayed. Behind him was Huan Qingzi, an acquaintance from the previous Jinji Fengjian days.
Apart from the three sword formations of Qingya Academy, there are also many Confucian scholars fighting in teams. Huan Qingzi happened to meet his old friend at that time, the Confucian scholar Lu Deng.
The flying fire fluttered, illuminating their faces red. Looking at each other's bloody figures, they looked at each other and smiled.
"Why not go side by side?"
"Very good!"
With a whisk and a sword, the two people immediately leaned against each other and looked forward coldly.
Yelling at the same time, the two gritted their teeth, aimed at the endless stream of enemy troops in front, and fought hard.
The spinning Buddhist beads and the Sanskrit seal carvings on them were also mixed with some blood foam.
A large string of Buddhist beads flew like cymbals, killing people on the battlefield. When it flew back, it was caught firmly by a thick arm, and with a twist of the air, the beads were wrapped around the arm and wrist.
"Amitabha." The holder, Master Feng Song, a monk from Xuandeng Temple, glanced at the reflected blood stains on the bead string and whispered with lowered eyebrows.
"Grandmaster!"
Behind him, he heard several young monks calling for help. Master Withersong slowly turned around and clasped his hands together.
In an instant, the power of energy was transmitted to the Buddhist beads, and the beads suddenly thundered, flew into the air, and swept away through the smoke and clouds.
Several enemy soldiers who were about to raise their swords to cut them down were suddenly hit hard on the back of the neck by a huge Buddhist bead. The sound of his back bones breaking reached his brain, and he immediately spit out blood.
The young monks in front of them were stunned and hesitated for two seconds. They waited for the beads to spin back before they forgot to give the evildoers a ring of swords.
As usual, Master Withersong took back the blood-stained bead string, bowed his head as if in repentance, and strode away to another place.
The corpses that fell into the dust gradually piled up into paths. Occasionally, a pool of blood splashed under his feet, soaking into his socks and feeling cold and bone-chilling.
Subiezhi looked around with his sword in his hand, feeling very complicated.
The flames of war are merciless, and the three religions are now in a state of ashes and nirvana. Although they are heartbroken, there is nothing they can do about it.
Another pair of footsteps came slowly from behind. The footsteps suddenly stopped when they saw him, obviously a little surprised.
"Hey...are you lazy too?" Not surprisingly, Xiao Wanhu's voice came from behind. Subiezhi turned around and turned away contemptuously.
"Bullshit. Look at this sword." Subiezhi showed him the blood stains on the white branch of Wushu. "It's not the same as you. You haven't even touched it tonight, right?"
Xiao Wanhu was stunned for a moment, and then showed an even more disdainful expression: "Hey, I rely solely on my internal strength to attack, and those guys are not worthy of touching my Tongxiang. I didn't expect that you would take such a big step back, and you would have to rely on such bloody close combat."
Subiezhi was too lazy to continue talking nonsense with him. Although the war situation has been greatly alleviated, in order to avoid destroying the power of righteousness, they still cannot give up and sit back and relax.
Suddenly, at this moment, the two of them suddenly heard a high-pitched chirping from outside the sky.
The loud voice makes people feel refreshed. Subiezhi and Xiaowanhu felt this and looked up at the same time, but due to the layers of blood mist, they couldn't see clearly.
"What a bird. There happens to be a fire nearby, let's cook some game over charcoal?" Xiao Wanhu cocked his neck and said with a smile.
Subiezhi rolled her eyes at him, but she was also stretching her neck to look up. He seemed to have heard this voice before, it might be a messenger from somewhere.
Soon, two fluttering wings came into their sight, hovering.
"Oh, great..." Seeing this, Xiao Wanhu raised his finger and wanted to shoot the bird to death. But before he could exert any force, his wrist was pinched by Subiezhi.
"Don't mess around, I think there seems to be information above."
Subiezhi said while trying to attract the bird's attention. Xiao Wanhu watched from the side and stuck out his tongue indifferently: "It's better to stab him to death with one finger. If you have any letters, take them and read them slowly."
Soon, the majestic bird saw Subiezhi. It converged its wings and slowly flew down.
The jet-black feathers, Subiezhi's mind moved, and he remembered that this was the messenger from Zhaofeng Mingyi.
Sure enough, there was a message tied to the bird's leg with green silk thread. Subiezhi quickly opened it and looked at it carefully.
Xiao Wanhu also wanted to come over to take a look, but Subiezhi pushed her away.
The handwriting on the letter is densely packed, but easy to read, and the handwriting is as straight as pine. Subiezhi recognized Dongfang Shiming's handwriting without looking at the signature. He read it carefully while taking advantage of the firelight beside him.
