Eight figures in Khitan costumes surrounded Li Xingyun. They were of different heights, short, fat, and thin, but they all had two common characteristics.
First, they are both very young. Two of them are already gray-haired, wearing crutches and looking very old. They look shaky. As long as there is a slightly stronger wind, both of them can be blown down together.
Although the remaining six people are much younger than those two, but that is only compared to the two old men. They actually look quite old. Their hair is mostly black and white, but some have more black hair than white. Hair, and some have white hair covering black hair.
The second is that these are not weak in aura, at least they are at the level of the great heaven. Their strength seems to be directly proportional to their age. The older they are, the stronger they are, especially the two old men who are very old. The momentum can be said to be extremely shocking, and it is already an existence that surpasses the great heaven.
However, in addition to these eight people, there was another person who walked out of the Khitan army behind Yelu Yaoguang. He was wearing a shaman robe with complicated patterns, holding a demon-conquering pestle, wearing a three-color gem headband, and holding a shaman in his mouth. Bone whistle.
Her facial features are three-dimensional and her nose is quite high. She has a heroic spirit unique to foreign women from the north. She is sharp and wild. She is none other than the great Khitan shaman - Yelu Zhiwu!
With every step he took, his slender waist twisted slightly, and a pair of long legs were looming. Against the background of the dark-colored robe, the exposed waist and looming long legs were particularly white.
And as she took that step, the demon-conquering pestle in her hand fell down, causing faint ripples on the ground.
The aura throughout his body is also rising steadily. Compared with the three old men, it is even worse and terrifying.
When Yelu Zhiwu passed by Yelu Yaoguang, the horse under Yelu Yaoguang suddenly became restless and swayed randomly.
Fortunately, Yelu Yaoguang was very good at riding, otherwise he might have been thrown off by this beast.
It wasn't until Yelu Zhiwu completely passed by him and left him behind that Yelu Yaoguang calmed down the war horse beneath him.
Then, he shouted to Li Xingyun: "Li Xingyun, you have entered my urn, but what do you think?"
"Haha! Did you arrange everything carefully just for this show?"
Li Xingyun stood on horseback with a gun in hand, raised his eyes away from the people surrounding him, and looked at Yelu Yaoguang, his eyes sparkling with golden light.
"That's natural. For you, Li Xingyun, I sacrificed several generals and tens of thousands of warriors under my command!"
Yelu Yaoguang raised his hands and spoke angrily.
"For me? Didn't you lead your army south for the Longquan treasure?"
A flash of doubt flashed through Li Xingyun's heart, and he was really confused at this moment.
He knew that Yelu Yaoguang would not let him go when reinforcements arrived, but he only regarded it as a grudge along the way, but never thought that Yelu Yaoguang's trip south was to set up such a trap against him?
"Of course it's for you. The Longquan treasure is tempting, but it's not worth the Khitan going to war. Do you know who they are?"
Yelu Yaoguang leaned over the saddle. Perhaps he had been suppressed for too long along the way, and he looked a bit wanton and arrogant.
Li Xingyun looked around, scanning the eight people surrounding him, and his eyes flashed slightly: "Who is it?"
"My Khitan heritage is enshrined in Konoha Mountain!"
Yeluyao answered with a blazing sound.
Hearing this, Li Xingyun's eyes fell on the two old men. His thoughts were flying in his mind, and he thought of many things in an instant.
These two people should be two of the three on Konoha Mountain. As for the other one, maybe he died after the last time he performed that large-scale illusion, or he is currently performing an illusion somewhere.
Suddenly, Li Xingyun seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes moved away from the two old men and fell on Yelu Zhiwu. To be precise, they fell on the bone whistle in her mouth.
He had taken off Yelv Zhiwu's mask. The last time Yelv Zhiwu attacked the city alone, he didn't have this bone whistle. At this moment, it was impossible to hold an ornament in his mouth to get in the way. There was obviously something wrong with this bone whistle.
Perhaps, there is no old guy performing the illusion, and the source of the illusion is actually the bone whistle!
Li Xingyun's eyes moved like eagle eyes, observing the current situation, but he asked calmly: "Is it worth it for me alone?"
He looked at the two old men again, pointed at them and said, "Although these two men are terrifying in their aura, if they really want to take action, I'm afraid they will have to overdraw their lives!"
"Hahaha, boy, you have good eyesight, but as long as I kill you, it will all be worth it!"
Among the two old men, one had a white beard, and his white hair was cut down to his neck and was quite messy. The old man's face was slightly red, he stroked his beard and smiled.
"Stop talking nonsense, A Wu, and do it, so as not to have a long night with too many dreams!"
The old man next to the short-haired old man looked even older. His white hair was neatly combed and tied up with a colorful ribbon. The old man snorted coldly and was about to take action.
As the old man finished speaking, a high-pitched whistle suddenly sounded.
It’s Yelu Zhiwu!
The bone whistle has risen from her mouth.
Just for a moment, Li Xingyun suddenly felt a little dizzy, quite dizzy, and couldn't find any support.
At the same time, the eight people surrounding Li Xingyun disappeared instantly and appeared everywhere around Li Xingyun.
They were armed with a variety of weapons and came straight to Li Xingyun's vital points.
It only takes one breath, no, just a blink of an eye, and Li Xingyun, who once hunted down the Khitan Great Shaman and the two princesses, will die here.
Close, very close...
"kill!"
Li Maozhen, who was wearing armor and a silver mask on his face, gave a sharp shout and led a group of Qi cavalry into the Khitan cavalry that was encircling and suppressing the Fengdu ghost cavalry.
There is no gorgeous swing of the long sword in his hand, but every movement he makes will take away the life of one or several Khitan cavalry, just like an experienced hunter hunting his prey, accurately and quickly, without any unnecessary Actions.
To be honest, he didn't really want to listen to Jiang Yunqing and save this kid Li Xingyun.
Although he no longer wanted to fight for hegemony in the Central Plains, he felt indescribably sad when he watched a young boy like Li Xingyun being easily helped into that position by two evildoers and monsters, Jiang Yunqing and Yuan Tiangang.
I remember back then, in order to save the declining situation of the Qi Kingdom, he resolutely went to find a way to break the sacred Gu of Raojiang. This caused him to waste sixteen years of his time and made the empress support the Qi Kingdom for sixteen years with her thin shoulders.
All these hardships and all these efforts are nothing compared to a mere brat.
Just because he has the direct bloodline of Li Tang and has the support of an old monster like Yuan Tiangang who has lived for more than three hundred years!
Just because he has a monster brother!
However, that guy Jiang Yunqing finally solved the problem of Twelve Cave, which can be regarded as helping him. If Jiang Yunqing does not come and Twelve Cave is not disbanded, he and Yi Ni will only be caged mandarin ducks.
This favor must be repaid eventually.
What's more, there is a request from the empress at the end of the letter.
How could he ignore his sister's request?
If Li Maozhen knew about it, the empress had no idea about the words at the end of the letter. They were all written by Jiang Yunqing. I guess...
Well~, it won’t feel good anyway!
Of course, it wasn't just Li Maozhen who felt uncomfortable, the three figures in the Taihang Mountains also felt uncomfortable.
"Gulu~, Dad, are you serious? Do we really want to rescue Li Xingyun among these thousands of troops?"
Zhang Zifan swallowed and felt a chill down his spine.
He is not Li Cunxiao, who is said to be the strongest in the world. His external skills are unparalleled in the world, even worse than those of copper skin and iron bones, and he can control thousands of troops and horses.
Unlike his father and Ghost King Zhu Youwen, he has reached the state of martial arts. Once the body-protecting Lei Gang and body-protecting Yin Qi are activated, he can also be invulnerable and invulnerable to flying arrows.
He is just a small character who has just reached the peak of the Great Heavenly Throne. He is considered a big shot in the world and can start a sect, but he is nothing on the battlefield!
"Why panic? We are just preparing for emergencies. We are not necessarily required to take action!"
Zhu Youwen glanced at Zhang Zifan contemptuously and said.
Although his eyes were as contemptuous as ever, there was no such disdain. This kid was probably normal. Even if he was among thousands of troops, he might not be able to escape unscathed.
"Don't worry, isn't there someone there?"
Zhang Xuanling stroked his beard and pointed at Li Maozhen, who led his army into the Khitan encirclement, and then pointed at the figure in red who single-handedly charged into the Khitan from the side.
The red-clothed figure wore a bamboo hat, carried a sword box behind his back, and held a big sword in his hand. He broke through a small gap in the Khitan's encirclement in twos and twos, and dived into the depths of the battlefield without hesitation.
"It's that kid, he's here too?"
Zhu Youwen recognized the figure in red immediately. The red clothes, the sword, and the sword moves were unmistakable, but he didn't understand why that kid came?
Hearing Zhu Youwen's familiar tone, Zhang Xuanling seemed to have remembered something. He stroked his beard and said with a smile: "So it's him!"
"Him? What him? Dad, do you know him too?"
Zhang Zifan looked at his father in confusion. He indeed looked familiar to this figure. The sword looked like the Longquan Sword, and the figure looked like Li Xingyun, but he looked more mature.
However, isn't Li Xingyun already trapped in the Khitan siege?
Why are you showing up outside again?
Zhang Xuanling smiled and reminded: "You know him too, have you forgotten the battle at the Suzaku Gate?"
After Zhang Xuanling mentioned this, Zhang Zifan suddenly remembered something. However, the doubts disappeared immediately, and new questions immediately came up.
"It's that fake Li Xingyun! He's not dead yet? But even if he's not dead, how could he save Li Xingyun? Could it be that this guy has already cooperated with the Khitan and wants to kill Li Xingyun?"
Zhang Zifan has been with Li Siyuan for many years. Li Siyuan has never been stingy in teaching by words and deeds. He has already cultivated some city wealth in his heart, but he thought of a lot at this moment.
When Zhu Youwen heard this, he couldn't help but frown. Zhang Zifan's call made sense.
However, he recalled what the boy had done before, and he seemed to look away, and he didn't look like he had any deep hatred, so he couldn't help but feel relieved.
Compared to Li Xingyun, Zhang Zifan and the like, he still thinks more highly of Li Xian.
Of course, when Zhu Youwen said he was optimistic, he did not mean the future, but only whether it was pleasing to the eye.
Zhang Xuanling shook his head: "I don't know. Since I didn't kill him at the time, it must have another use. But since Brother Jiang said he was a reinforcement, he can't be wrong!"
For Zhang Xuanling, Jiang Yunqing's ability was also extraordinary in Zhang Xuanling's view, in addition to his kindness and kindness.
No matter from a rational or emotional point of view, it is absolutely right to follow Brother Jiang.
Hearing the second half of Zhang Xuanling's words, Zhu Youwen's brows relaxed completely. Thinking about it, it was right. This was Jiang Yunqing's arrangement. Jiang Yunqing was the one to worry about. What was he worrying about?
However, that guy Li Xian won't die in there, right?
If possible, when the time comes to save Li Xingyun, we should also save that kid!
Zhu Youwen had his own thoughts in his mind, and Zhang Zifan also nodded. This matter was really not something he should worry about. Since Brother Jiang clearly said that this fake was Brother Li's reinforcements, it should not be fake. Brother Jiang could not Making fun of Brother Li’s life.
"Let's go! Let's get closer and be ready to take action at any time. We can't live up to Brother Jiang's instructions!"
Zhang Xuanling's figure flashed and turned into a bolt of thunder, but he was the first to move.
"This old guy really has no moral ethics!"
Zhu Youwen disappeared from where he was while cursing.
Only Zhang Zifan shook his head helplessly, his figure flashed, turned into a lightning arc and followed him.
In a competition between two great masters, he was destined to be left behind.
However, this is not important, he has long been used to it...
Li Xingyun has long been accustomed to the battlefield, and his body senses are extremely sharp, just when the eight figures are about to attack him.
Using force from his waist and hips, the limbs of the war horse beneath him were instantly broken, and his body sank instantly. The spear in his hand spun backwards, and the huge force swept away each knife and hook.
The next moment, Li Xingyun's figure was like a loach, getting out of the gap between the two weapons.
At the same time, he slapped the two people who had dropped the weapons and instantly sent them flying away.
The two of them were bleeding in the air. When they landed, they steadied their bodies and covered their chests, shaking in fear.
At this moment, Li Xingyun escaped but did not escape. Although he avoided the combined attacks of eight people and injured two of them, his horse died in his place.
The four younger ones glanced at the two people who were knocked out and saw that they were fine, then they continued to attack Li Xingyun.
But the two old men walked through the four people without any care and went straight to Li Xingyun.
The long-haired old man was holding a long sword, and he was as fast as lightning. He walked in front of Li Xingyun in an instant. The speed was incredible. At some point, the long sword in his hand changed to a backhand grip, and he turned sideways and pointed the long sword towards Li Xingyun. The throat was stabbed.
However, the circle of golden light in Li Xingyun's eyes bloomed, and the long-haired old man's figure was slowed down little by little, and his movements were broken down little by little.
In such an instant, Li Xingyun had already found the flaw, but he didn't understand the purpose of this sword move.
However, this was obviously not the time to think too much. He put the spear in front of him and struck the sword with the tip of the spear, causing it to deflect towards the side where the old man twisted his body.
The next moment, Li Xingyun's doubts were perfectly answered. A strong wind blew in front of him. The strong wind howled, causing the clothes under his armor to bulge slightly.
It was the short-haired old man who came to kill and made a demon-conquering pestle that was as unique as the Yelu Zhiwu. He was one step slower than the long-haired old man. I don't know whether the speed was originally slower or whether it was intentional. He said to Li Xingyun He settled on his side, and the attack was perfectly connected with the long-haired old man. The magic pestle in his hand drew a perfect arc, carrying a fierce wind, and hit Li Xingyun's chest directly.
At this moment, Li Xingyun probably understood the tacit understanding of the two old men's cooperation.
The long-haired old man's outrageous speed caused him to hurriedly defend himself, and then the short-haired old man's powerful and heavy attack followed. This is why the long-haired old man's sword move is so special. It is to attack the short-haired old man. Make enough space to attack.
With such a perfect attack connection, even today's Li Xingyun cannot easily parry it.
He simply did not choose to fight with the long-haired old man immediately, but directly guided the old man's attack.
Although this would cut off his own escape route, it would leave him room to resist the attack of the short-haired old man.
The spear was held in front of him and he received the blow from the short-haired old man.
"Bang~"
There was no crisp sound of gold and iron colliding, but only the dull sound of two huge forces clashing.
The spear in Li Xingyun's hand bent slightly, and then straightened instantly. He staggered three steps back, and planted his right foot on the ground to stabilize his body. His hands and even arms were slightly numb from the huge force reflected from the spear.
However, there was no time to relax. He had just given up his body to the long-haired old man, and the sharp sword was already coming quietly behind him.
The spear in his hand was held behind his back, using his shoulder as a support to block the horizontal slash again, and took the sword directly from the head on his neck.
The long-haired old man slashed horizontally with swords in both hands. Although his strength was far inferior to that of the short-haired old man, he was still pretty good. The blow caused Li Xingyun to stumble forward again.
Fortunately, the short-haired old man didn't feel uncomfortable just now. The force of the rebound of the spear violently threw the Demonic Pestle away in the opposite direction. The short-haired old man's jaw was already numb from the shock, but he finally regained control of the rebellious Demonic Pestle, and There was no chance to continue attacking Li Xingyun.
However, the attacks from the other four great masters also arrived.
One person set up a large chimney behind him and blew out a stream of dark blue poisonous smoke.
The other three came riding on the poisonous smoke, one holding a pair of iron rings, one holding a vajra, and one holding a tin staff. The weapons were full of unique features.
However, Li Xingyun's body was surrounded by black and golden light, and the Xuansha aura spread out, and a black-gold aura seemed to cover the area within a three-foot radius.
The iron ring, the vajra, and the tin rod hit the air shield, and were instantly bounced away by a stronger force, and the poisonous smoke was also blown back.
The two people holding vajra and iron rings flew out upside down. The one holding the tin staff staggered back a few steps, his arms trembling violently, and the tin staff in his hand disappeared.
Li Xingyun would not let go of this opportunity. The evil spirit around him suddenly shrank and restrained him. He raised his gun and in an instant he was approaching the man holding the tin staff.
This man was trembling with fear and was still a little confused.
However, even if he is in normal condition, with his mere strength, how can he withstand Li Xingyun's current attack?
The spear in Li Xingyun's hand was thrust out, like a snake's kiss, swift and precise, the tip of the spear went straight towards the man's throat.
"Buzz~"
A demon-subduing pestle came across the sky, landed on the spear, and forced it down.
It wasn't the short-haired old man, but Yelu Zhiwu who didn't join the battle immediately.
Yelv Zhiwu's strength was even greater than that of the short-haired old man. Li Xingyun's spear was mainly about dexterity, but he couldn't hold up the demon-subduing pestle and could only be forced down by it.
The man who was originally holding the tin stick came to his senses. He was so frightened that he quickly moved away to find his own tin stick.
When Li Xingyun saw Yelv Zhiwu take action, he did not choose to fight with her. He knew that she was a domineering woman and her brute strength would not be much inferior to him. He simply gave up his spear and took shelter.
However, the distance of four to five feet was instantly crossed, and black and gold-colored Xuansha Qi surged up from both fists, hitting Yelv Zhiwu in the face.
Of course, this does not mean that he, Li Xingyun, is a person who likes to slap women in the face. It is just that the bone whistle held in Yelv Zhiwu's mouth is weird and must be dealt with first.
"Hey~"
At this time, a high-pitched whistle sounded again.
Yelu Zhiwu blew the bone whistle!
In an instant, Li Xingyun felt like the world was spinning. His punch missed and he threw himself into Yelu Zhiwu's arms.
Yelv Zhiwu's crimson eyes moved slightly, remembering the incident in Jiangxian County last time, but he did not dare to touch Li Xingyun's mysterious aura.
However, the demon-subduing pestle that had just been withdrawn had no room to use it at this moment. He could only bend his legs and kick Li Xingyun on the abdomen.
After widening the distance, Yelv Zhiwu picked up the magic pestle and followed Li Xingyun who was retreating.
As he came closer, the huge demon-conquering pestle was smashed down on his head.
The circle of golden light in Li Xingyun's eyes turned slightly, and his mind had returned to clarity. He reached into the soil, grabbed the butt of the spear, quickly switched it from his right hand to his left hand, and raised it high above his head.
"Bang~"
There was a muffled sound.
The barrel of the formation-breaking gun in Li Xingyun's hand was bent into a perfect arc, and the curved barrel was less than three inches away from his head.
He had to lower his head as much as possible, otherwise even if he blocked the blow, his head would probably be in disarray.
Holding back the tearing pain in his left hand, he pushed his right shoulder up, and with the toughness of the formation-breaking gun barrel, he bounced away the demon-subduing pestle that Yelu Zhiwu was still trying to press down.
The tail of the gun was switched from the left hand to the right hand, and the Xuansha Qi surged out from his hand and wrapped around the formation-breaking gun. He turned around and swung the formation-breaking gun behind him with the tip of the gun on the ground.
The short-haired old man's demon-subduing pestle was instantly knocked down by a huge force from top to bottom. The Xuansha energy wrapped in the spear was released. Li Xingyun was the first to be injured, and he finally adjusted for two seconds. Before the person got close to Li Xingyun, he was blown away again.
The short-haired old man faced the Xuansha aura, his white hair flew upwards and backwards, and his wrinkled old face unified the direction of the wrinkles at this moment, falling backwards desperately.
Although the long-haired old man had to adjust his position due to the power of Li Xingyun's attack, his speed was still astonishingly fast. He once again approached Li Xingyun's left side and stabbed Li Xingyun in the neck with his sword.
Li Xingyun's slightly trembling left hand quickly pulled out the horizontal knife from his waist, struck upward with the end of the handle, and deflected the sword that was coming straight at him. The blade drew a silver arc and fell towards the long-haired old man's shoulder. .
The long-haired old man quickly retreated. He could accept injury for injury, but he could not accept unilateral injury, which would make the plan to kill Li Xingyun more difficult.
Although he had repelled the long-haired old man and suppressed the short-haired old man with absolute strength, Li Xingyun had no chance to breathe. Yelu Zhiwu, holding the demon-subduing pestle, attacked again.
Li Xingyun no longer had the intention to control the horizontal sword, and threw it towards the man who rushed forward again holding a pair of iron rings, then put away the gun and turned around to fight Yelv Zhiwu.
Yelu Yaoguang, who was watching the battle from a distance, saw the anxious situation and said loudly: "Li Xingyun, you think you and your people behind the scenes can play with me, the Khitan, but you don't know that we have already seen through your clumsy tricks. Plan.”
Li Xingyun exchanged more than ten moves with Yelu Zhiwu. Because he had to be careful of the weird bone whistle at all times, he almost succeeded at the attack by the long-haired old man, and his breastplate was torn to pieces.
The short-haired old man also slowed down. He held the magic pestle and used similar pestle techniques with Yelv Zhiwu, cooperating with Yelvzhiwu to attack.
Li Xingyun was distracted and exhausted, and immediately fell into a state of exhaustion.
And Yelu Yaoguang was riding around on a war horse, still talking, trying to distract Li Xingyun.
"You and others sent unscrupulous people to hide in our Khitan army, and wantonly led our army to cause massacres and create public outrage, making it difficult for our Khitan to completely control the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun in a short period of time. You also wantonly publicized our army's massacre of the city to stop me. When the Khitan took over the Central Plains, they did not dare to confront me, the Khitan, and they only dared to act secretly with this conspiracy. Haha, the Central Plains are full of such despicable people!"
"Huhu~"
Li Xingyun began to pant. Even though he had learned the method of internal Qi meridian training, he could no longer hold on to such a high-intensity fight with two masters above the Great Heavenly Level.
Of course, without the foundation of the Qi Meridian, he would probably not be able to hold on any longer.
However, in the face of such a continuous offensive, another characteristic of the Qi Meridian could not be brought into play.
The recovery effect of Qi Meridian was very strong, but he couldn't find any chance to breathe.
Yelv Zhiwu and the short-haired old man, who were the main attackers, took action alternately. While they were able to breathe, they suppressed Li Xingyun, who was unable to fight back and was forced to parry.
The most terrible thing is that the long-haired old man appears and disappears, and he will come to him from time to time.
However, fortunately, in order not to interrupt the attack rhythm of Yelu Zhiwu and the short-haired old man, the long-haired old man only tried briefly every time. Although Li Xingyun suffered several wounds, he was not affected.
This was due to the strong physique tempered by his senior brother who forced him to take a small bath every three days and a large bath every five days during those eight years in Jianlu, as well as the countless tonics.
If we talk about senior brother's blood, it is comparable to the Great Tonic.
His blood is not said to cure diseases and save lives, but it should be enough to be used as a medicine.
However, even with such a body, facing the current situation, it is impossible to escape the end of being exhausted.
The other six great heavenly masters were all injured, the most miserable being the one holding the double rings.
Well, it should be a single ring now. Li Xingyun just threw the horizontal knife, but he didn't block it. One of his arms was chopped off, and he sat aside with a painful expression.
At this moment, the six of them could just stand aside and take a break. Just as the long-haired old man tried to attack every time, they did not dare to intervene at will. If they disrupted the attack rhythm of the great shaman and the great worshiper, they would give Li Xingyun a breather. If there is no chance, then they are the biggest sinners in this battle.
Yelu Yaoguang was still talking: "Haha, although you are all out of conspiracy, we have our own way to solve it. The bad guys are loyal to you, and the bad handsome guys are laying plans for you behind the scenes. It's all because of your Li Tang nature." Bloodline, it was you who gave them the hope of restoring the Tang Dynasty. We only need to crush this hope from the source. Bad people are just a ball of loose sand, so why would a bad handsome man have the ambition to restore the Tang Dynasty?"
"As long as you die, no one in the world will be able to stop the Khitans from setting their sights on the Central Plains. We will create an empire that is far more powerful and prosperous than the Tang Dynasty!"
Yelu Yaoguang almost roared. He saw Li Xingyun's breathing becoming more and more rapid. He saw more and more wounds on Li Xingyun's body, and he seemed to see Li Xingyun's death and Datang's attempt to resurrect. The empire was reduced to ashes again, and an empire unique to Khitan was seen rising.
Although Li Xingyun was not disturbed by Yelu Yaoguang, he heard Yelu Yaoguang's words.
There was no way, who made Yelu Yaoguang speak so loudly, for fear that he wouldn't be able to hear?
However, he was not distracted by this. Instead, he wanted to laugh. Until now, this fool only thought that Yuan Tiangang was in charge of everything and was not aware of his senior brother's existence at all.
Do you still want to take over the Central Plains?
Do you really think that the princes of the Central Plains who have been integrated by your senior brother are just decorations?
It's a pity that he has no chance to breathe now, let alone laugh. He is afraid that he is really going to fall here.
It's not that he was afraid of death. If he was really afraid of death, he wouldn't choose to take this path.
I just feel a little sorry for my senior brother and master, I'm sorry for my junior sister and Xue'er, I'm sorry for those bad people, I'm a little sorry for my father, and I'm a little sorry for Yuan Tiangang!
"Li Xingyun, where the hell are you? Say something before you die!"
Suddenly, a roar echoed through the sky.
Li Xingyun felt that this voice was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, but he didn't need to think too much. It should be coming to him, but at this moment he had no spare time to respond.
At the same time, the bone whistle in Yelv Zhiwu's mouth shattered. Yelv Zhiwu spit it out and said the first words she said when she appeared here: "This illusion can't hold on any longer!"
"How come it's so fast?"
The long-haired old man appeared, frowning in confusion.
Yelu Zhiwu and the short-haired old man continued to attack Li Xingyun, while replying: "It cost too much to create that Juma ditch!"
Hearing this, the long-haired old man felt a little helpless and could only say to the six great masters: "You guys, don't rest, come together and fight quickly!"
"yes!"
The six great masters stood up together, including the one with a broken arm.
They knew that if they were needed at this time, they would have to fight tooth and nail.
"Seal this area with poisonous smoke!" the long-haired old man commanded.
One of the six people immediately set up the chimney again, puffed his cheeks, and blew into the chimney. Within a moment, dark blue poisonous smoke rose up and spread towards the surroundings.
The remaining five people took advantage of the poisonous smoke and hovered around Li Xingyun, looking for opportunities.
Li Xingyun ignored these people and the poisonous smoke.
Although these people have great strength, they can hardly pose a threat to him, even in his current situation.
As for the poisonous smoke, he was not afraid of it. He had eaten the medicine made by his senior brother as jelly beans some time ago, and the poison was not enough.
His focus was on Yelv Zhiwu's words. This illusion could no longer hold up, and these people decided to kill him quickly.
This means that his opportunity has also come!
If it continues like this, he really has nothing to do, but if these people want a quick victory, then...
But correspondingly, Li Xingyun's danger level at this moment has also increased exponentially. If he can withstand it, it will be an opportunity.
If you can’t bear it, just wait until the banquet starts!
As the poisonous smoke rose, dense crowds of people gradually appeared all around. Yelu Zhiwu and the short-haired old man waved their demon-conquering pestles more and more fiercely.
Li Xingyun was vaguely aware that this seemed to be a move together that Yelv Zhiwu had performed at the gate of Jiangxian City. The next moves would be stronger than the last, and each move would be more powerful than the other. .
However, accordingly, the rhythm of the two men's attacks was interrupted, and Li Xingyun got a brief chance to breathe.
The power of the Qi Meridian was clearly demonstrated at this moment. After a few big breaths, the rapid breathing became much calmer. Although he was still panting, he was not exhausted.
It was also during this moment of respite that while parrying Yelu Zhiwu and the short-haired old man, he quickly killed two great masters who were waiting for an opportunity. They were the two who were injured first.
They were the first to be injured in this battle, and they were also the first to die in the end!
"Li Xingyun, where the hell are you? Say something before you die!"
It was that voice again. Li Xingyun finally remembered who it was and finally had a chance to respond.
"I'm on the poisonous smoke side!"
Li Xingyun also roared angrily and responded with his loudest voice.
But at this moment, the momentum of Yelu Zhiwu and the short-haired old man had reached its peak. The two demon-conquering pestles both fell down. The long-haired old man around him was forced to fight against several great masters, but he could only fight hard.
"Bang~"
The two demon-subduing pestles hit the formation-breaking spear at the same time, and the huge force instantly knocked Li Xingyun away. Li Xingyun was bleeding in the air, and the Xuansha energy stained the blood, and it boiled instantly. The fire in his eyes The circle of golden light turned red.
Yelu Zhiwu and the short-haired old man could be said to have used their strongest blows, and were unable to pursue him. However, the long-haired old man and the other four great masters were waiting for the opportunity to move towards Li Xingyun.
Li Xingyun fell to the ground and hit the ground hard. The long-haired old man and four great masters came to Li Xingyun.
However, before they could take action, a violent roar came from above their heads.
When they were hesitating whether to kill Li Xingyun desperately, the source of the whistling sound above them had already fallen, it was a big sword.
It didn't make much noise. The sword was extremely sharp and it was inserted into the soil when it fell.
Immediately afterwards, a red figure fell and appeared in front of the big sword.
"kill!"
The long-haired old man shouted sharply, his old voice a little hoarse.
The four great heavenly masters no longer hesitated, and came to fight with their weapons in hand.
"Ha~"
Under the bamboo hat, the red figure exhaled a stream of white air.
"Boom~"
The next moment, endless white energy spurted out from the body of the great sword, seemingly endless, and the force of the impact was also astonishingly strong.
The four heavenly masters who rushed forward were instantly washed away by the raging wave of white energy. Although the long-haired old man was not washed away, he was holding a long sword and could not get in. His hair, beard and robes were all washed away. Flying around, the wrinkles on his face trembled violently, as if he wanted to turn backwards.
The scene where the short-haired old man faced the impact of Li Xingyun's Xuansha energy was repeated on the long-haired old man.
"Huh~"
The red-clothed figure exhaled a breath of white air again, grabbed the hilt of the big sword with both hands and twisted it. The white air released from the big sword suddenly doubled, and the overwhelming momentum was like the Yellow River bursting its banks.
The long-haired old man could no longer hold on, and his feet seemed to be rooted in the ground and slowly moved backwards.
As soon as he retreated, he seemed to be deflated, and his straight body quickly retreated.
The long-haired old man seemed to still want to persist. He thrust the sword into the ground with one hand in front of him and the other on the hilt.
However, sometimes it is not a good thing if the sword blade is too sharp. The long sword draws a regular sword mark on the ground, but it does not play any role in stabilizing the figure.
Yelu Zhiwu and the short-haired old man behind were also affected. Their hair and robes flew, and the two demon-conquering pestles were deeply inserted into the ground. It was indeed much more effective than the long-haired old man's long sword, but they were not affected by that sword. The white wave pushed back.
After repelling the people who were attacking, the white air wave suddenly became much smaller. The red figure seemed to no longer maintain the white air wave. He pulled out the big sword from the ground and stood in front of Li Xingyun with the sword. In front of you.
The figure in red was wary of the Khitans, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it to Li Xingyun behind him, saying: "Your medicine!"
Li Xingyun, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised his hand, caught the porcelain bottle, opened the cork and poured the contents of the porcelain bottle into his mouth.
The porcelain bottle was thrown away until it couldn't be poured out after shaking it for a few times.
After swallowing the pill, Li Xingyun closed his eyes, which were shining with red light, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be the one who came to save me!"
"Haha! Don't say you didn't think of it, even I didn't think of it myself!"
The red-clothed figure laughed "haha" and joked.
"If I die, I think Yuan Tiangang will choose you!"
Li Xingyun closed his eyes and lay on the ground with his hands spread out, looking a little comfortable.
The figure in red sighed: "Hey~, maybe it's because I don't want to be your substitute anymore that I came to save you!"
"Let's get to know Li Xian again, Xian Yun Yehe's Xian!"
As he said that, the figure in red stretched out his hand behind him.
Li Xingyun suddenly opened his eyes, and the circle of red light in his eyes returned to golden light. He reached out and grabbed the hand extended by the figure in red.
Li Xian used his strength and pulled Li Xingyun up.
Li Xingyun took two steps forward and came to Li Xian's side. He raised his hand and the formation-breaking gun was sucked into his hand. He stood with the gun and responded to Li Xian's words just now: "Li Xingyun!"
"Destroy them?"
Li Xingyun raised his gun and pointed it at a group of Khitan people.
Li Xian nodded and raised his sword accordingly.
"Well, I have to help him with his obsession after all!"
ps: I feel a bit cold today with the words in this chapter. I don’t know if I will still be as efficient tomorrow. I may not be able to complete the 30,000-word update for the National Day. If I can’t finish it, I will make up for it later. There are too many things to do during the National Day. Grandpa is busy with his 80th birthday. I was so busy that I didn't have much time. I wasted two days traveling back and forth, so there was very little rest time.
