Sun Que commanded the monsters to annihilate the incoming enemies, hurriedly collected blood energy, and retreated into the depths of the Centenary Valley, resting on the spot and seizing the time to refine blood energy and increase combat power. The Baisui Valley was of great importance, and Fan Bashan was entrusted with the important task. He deduced it a hundred times in his mind, made up a strategy, and set up several ambushes around the Guimenguan River, catching the opponent off guard. Killing one of Tudor's most effective generals was a great victory. However, most of the monsters killed were cannon fodder summoned temporarily, and there were only a few elite soldiers. Their blood was weak, and the gains outweighed the losses, but they were unexpected.
Tudor's army stood still and there was no movement for a long time. Sun Que was secretly vigilant, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd. Fortunately, if soldiers come to block it and water comes to cover it, if Tudor takes action himself, General Fan will stop him. He only needs to hold on to this hell gate and he will be in an invincible position.
Fan Bashan's left arm and right arm, Sun Que guarding the gate of hell, strategizing and annihilating all the enemies. Hu Feng burned his blood and caused the cold air to freeze the river, and the lamp and oil were almost exhausted. A lone wolf walks thousands of miles alone, sharpening his claws and teeth, licking his wounds, and not showing weakness to others. He exhausted all his remaining strength and quickly retreated into the Hundred Years Valley, avoiding the eyes and ears of everyone, and looking for a place to heal his wounds.
The mountain forest was quiet, and the shouts of killing could be heard faintly. There were loud and soft sounds. Hu Feng staggered forward. His injuries suddenly broke out and he fell to the ground. He rolled down the hillside and fell into a dry ravine, covered with rotten leaves and mud. Bury him and it will stink.
He stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, gasping for breath, and listened carefully. There was no one around. Then he took out a pill from his arms, peeled off the wax skin with trembling fingers, and felt a rush of blood. After entering the nose, the spirit is suddenly lifted.
The life-saving blood medicine given by General Fan must not fall into the eyes of others. Even Sun Que and Sun Laizi are not very trustworthy. Hu Feng took the blood medicine into his mouth without hesitation, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed it into his stomach with difficulty. After a moment, a majestic heat rose from his dantian, rolling all over his body in an instant, his pores opened, and blood floated out.
The wind whimpered, and the blood lingered, wrapping it up with strands of silk, forming an airtight cocoon of blood. Hu Feng seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping, and seemed to be awake but not awake. His joints crackled, and the dented punch marks on his chest gradually recovered. The injury healed almost completely in the blink of an eye.
Hu Feng took a deep breath, took all the blood into his body, turned over and jumped up, stretched his muscles and bones, and felt
The body is filled with violent power. The blood medicine given by General Fan was indeed of great significance. This life was saved. Hu Feng felt reassured. For a moment, his mouth felt dry, his stomach growled, and he was unbearably hungry and thirsty.
He thought for a moment, jumped out of the deep ditch, figured out the direction, climbed over several hills, and arrived at a deep pool in three steps and two steps at a time. He didn't hear the sound of rumbling water. He looked up and felt chilled. Heart-piercing, the waterfall was frozen and turned into a large glistening glacier.
Hu Feng shook his head, and with five fingers like hooks, he climbed up the slippery waterfall and looked upstream. He gradually heard the sound of gurgling water and the jingling of broken ice. He leaned down and took a few sips of the cold mountain water. He picked up a piece of crushed ice and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it up and swallowed it. It was crunchy. Hunger was rising in his belly, and he was panicking. He was about to go to the mountains and forests to find some blood food to satisfy his hunger, when he suddenly smelled a faint aroma of wine, floating under his nose, seducing his mind.
Hu Feng had a keen nose and could smell the wind, making him the best among Fan Bashan's subordinates. He followed the scent of wine over the mountains and ridges, going in circles, but he came to the gate of hell, where a high cliff supported the sky, and there were faint shadows of people shaking on the mountainside. He used his eyesight enough to look around, and saw several monsters hiding behind the rocks, hiding themselves, poking their heads and sizing up the battle situation behind the gate of hell. There was a monkey head next to him, holding a wine jar, deep in his heart. He took one shallow bite and ate it happily, without caring.
Hu Feng swallowed and thought in his mind, could those guys just be drinking and watching the fun? Tudor raised an army to attack Centenary Valley, which made it clear that the King of Chakravartin was challenging the Western Lord of the Abyss. If he didn't cut off the claw that stretched out beyond the boundary, there would be endless troubles. It's just that Fan Bashan never hid it from these two confidants. Hu Feng also knew in his heart that Fan Wei was in decline and there was no way to recover. The defeat of the Lord of the Abyss will not happen overnight. He estimates that he can at least last for a hundred years. If these soldiers do not die in battle, they will at most change their masters and continue the bloody battle. However, Fan Wei is not immune. With all his blood, he will be a strong one. Take away.
Thinking of this, his interest waned, and he didn't bother to ask where those guys who were drinking and snooping came from. He stepped on the rock and stuck his head out to look around. The river was winding and covered with ice for thousands of miles. Sun Laizi led the army and waited for Tudor. The Chinese army appeared outside the gate of hell, but after a long time, the day lily was cold. Except for the first two groups of testing cannon fodder, there was no soldier.
Hu
Feng was a little restless, but did not go to help Sun Laizi. He only regarded himself as a reinforcement and ambush, and quietly retreated into the forest, searching for a few edible stems, and then found a grass nest to lie down comfortably. Bixiang recharges his energy, pricks up his ears to listen to the sound, and swallows stems with a grimace to satisfy his hunger.
Sun Que held a grass stem in his mouth, slowly refining his blood, and waited patiently for Tudor to attack with his army. I don’t know how long it had passed, but there were heavy footsteps outside the gate of hell, and the ice layer creaked. As if he was overwhelmed, his body did not show up, and a violent breath rushed through the gate of hell. Sun Que’s face suddenly changed, and he crawled on his feet. When he got up, the monster behind him huddled up in a ball, shivering with no intention of resisting.
"His grandma's!" Sun Que opened his mouth slightly, and the grass stems fell from between his teeth. Tudor didn't abide by the rules of bloody battles, so there was no way a battle would end in king versus king! He trembled, waved his hand vigorously, and ordered the monsters under his command to retreat into the Centennial Valley and not stay too close to avoid harming the pond fish.
Sure enough, Fan Bashan walked out slowly, seemingly slow but actually fast, as majestic as a mountain, the abyss aura rushed out of the Centenary Valley with mighty force, and he fought hard with the opponent, refusing to give in.
Tudor finally appeared outside the gate of hell. Unexpectedly, he had a strong and well-proportioned body. He was no taller than the middle-aged man. His skin was dark red and he was covered with tattoos as thin as the eye of a needle. His footsteps were extremely heavy. When he stepped down, the ice cracked apart. If it hadn't been for the bottom of the river to freeze. , simply cannot bear such an astonishing weight.
The two looked at each other from a distance across the gate of hell. After a moment, Tudor said solemnly: "The general trend is, if you follow it, you will prosper, if you go against it, you will perish. Why is General Fan so unwise?"
Fan Bashan was silent for a moment and said calmly: "Three emperors and six kings, the lords of the four directions, and the thirteen lords of the abyss can speak about the general trend. You and I are both frogs in the well and have no way of commenting."
Tudor didn't want to persuade the other party with words, so he took another step, the earth shook, the mountains shook, and the glaciers burst, saying: "In this case, General Fan is willing to fight with me with all his strength. If he is defeated, he will be alone." Retreat and offer the hundred-year-old valley to the Wheel-turning King.”
Fan Bashan laughed dumbly, shook his head and said: "General Du is very scheming, a white wolf with nothing, tens of thousands of elite soldiers in the Hundred Years Valley, 13 caves and small realms, countless collected over ten thousand years, if you want to bet, you must use it. It’ll take something of the same kind!”
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