The rumbling war drums resounded in the sky, the sound of iron hooves, the shouts of killing, and the aura of Jin Ge Iron Horse was everywhere around Orange Mountain.

After Bian Qingdou got off the orange mountain, she did not stay away from the orange mountain, but came to the city of Lingwu County, where there were already few people, so she casually found a small courtyard to live in.

After a few days of silence, the war finally broke out.

Listening to the shouting and killing sound in her ears, Bian Qingdou's heart rose to her throat, the long sword was close at hand, and she wanted to run out of the door with the long sword.

But she sat there all the time, letting her right hand creak and not grabbing the sword.

The sound of war drums, shouting and killing, and iron hooves were like magic sounds, and Bian Qingdou sat there as if he had experienced unimaginable torture.

The sun rose, the sun sank in the west, and Bian Qingdou sat there motionless, his face becoming more and more pale.

Until it was dark, the sound in his ears never stopped, Bian Qingdou got up suddenly, and his figure swept out.

Standing on the top of the high building, Bian Qingdou looked in the direction of Orange Mountain, only to see that the fire in that direction was soaring into the sky!

Is this about to fail? Bian Qingdou was shocked.

The outskirts of Orange Mountain were already in flames, and the army assembled by the temple only lasted half a day before collapsing.

Although the oracle priest personally boosted the morale with the priest, it only revived the morale a little, and after the heavy setback, the reinvigorated morale was immediately discarded.

Although the morale of the Chu army was still quite strong, the morale of the Zhou army was even stronger, and the morale of the soldiers who attacked the city all the way was certainly strong.

The morale of the steppe cavalry is also very strong, the temple is in front of them, and they can take revenge immediately, and the temple is golden in their eyes, full of gold, silver and jewelry, and they will make a fortune if they come to the temple.

As for the morale of the desolate army, not to mention, the hatred accumulated by their ancestors for generations has made their morale higher than anyone else.

As the saying goes, the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, and the same is true when two armies fight.

After nearly a day of fierce fighting, the morale of the Chu army was completely defeated, and the whole line was soon routed.

The defeat is like a mountain, which also means that the general trend is gone.

After repeated defeats, the prince's generals completely lost confidence, and many generals immediately fled from Orange Mountain with a decision.

Among them, the highest status is Sheng Hua, Sheng Hua saw that the army was defeated again, and immediately fled with his cronies without hesitation.

Orange Mountain can no longer be defended, the entire Great Chu can't hold it, he already understands this fact in his heart, even so, he doesn't want to fight to the death in Orange Mountain.

Because he didn't want to die, even if the temple was destroyed, even if Da Chu died, he didn't want to die.

He didn't believe that the Great Zhou Emperor would kill all the officials of Great Chu, and the Great Zhou Emperor was not so stupid! So he's going to flee to the capital, where there will be a chance.

Sheng Hua and the others fled, but not all the generals fled.

Wei Qingfeng took his cronies and retreated to Orange Mountain.

Although it was getting dark, the battle did not stop. The fire was blazing under the mountain, and there were shouts of killing everywhere.

Wei Qingfeng organized the remnants of the army to defend against the danger, and even the priests brandished their swords and joined the defensive team.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Don't let go of the Oracle Priest!"

……

There were shouts of killing everywhere.

"Lord Siza, the mountain is almost unstoppable! Although Wei Shuai led his soldiers and horses to resist in blood, he couldn't say when the enemy army would attack the mountain! An old priest covered in blood said sadly.

"The tide is gone!" The Oracle Priest sighed a little calmly. ，，

The old priest persuaded: "Orange Mountain will not be able to hold it, please ask Lord Siza to temporarily avoid the enemy's edge!" ”

The oracle priest said calmly: "Temporarily avoid the enemy's edge? Where can you avoid it? This battle has gathered all the combatable troops in the south, so if they are all defeated, where can they retreat? ”

The old priest cried, "As long as Lord Sizao does not die, the temple will not perish!" Please also ask the priest-sama to save himself so that the temple can survive! ”

The oracle priest said calmly: "Don't worry, the temple will not perish!" It is not this seat that can make the temple survive, there are other people, this seat has already been arranged! ”

"Therefore, this seat will not leave, this seat will stay in Orange Mountain, stay in the temple, and die for the temple!"

The old priest and the surrounding priests wept: "Lord Siza! Please stay away from the enemy's edge for a while and protect yourself! ”

The oracle priest shook his head calmly and resolutely, these priests did not know that he had to stay, and only if he stayed in Orange Mountain forever could the temple be reborn.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Although Wei Qingfeng led the remnants of the army to resist with all their might, the defense line still continued to retreat, and Wei Qingfeng was wounded several times in his body, and he still rushed to the front.

The entire Orange Mountain was full of chaotic battles, but Wei Qingfeng was so brave with his own soldiers, just like fireflies in the night.

It must be Wei Qingfeng, the Dinghai Divine Needle of the Chu Army, Yun Ye, who was slashing elsewhere, received the news and immediately gathered a group of masters to rush over.

"But Wei Qingfeng is handsome?"

"It's Wei!"

"Haha, okay, the desolate Yunye is here to meet you!"

"It turned out to be Yun Sizhu, let the horse come!"

Wei Qingfeng's heart was shocked, and the knife in his hand was held tighter, Yun Ye came with the master of the Desolate Clan, he and the Yun family's uncle and nephew had been entangled in Qin Town for more than ten years, and now it was time to make a decision.

He knew he would die in Orange Mountain tonight, and when he chose to stay, he had already put life and death on the line.

However, he didn't want to die so quickly, so why did he have to kill a few more enemies! If you can kill the desolate clan, it would be good!

Yun Ye strode over, he wouldn't talk to the other party about fighting alone, this is the battlefield, and the battlefield is to kill!

"Kill!" Yun Ye shouted and brandished his long knife and rushed forward, and the masters behind him also shouted and followed.

The already precarious defensive line quickly collapsed, but Wei Qingfeng couldn't care about stabilizing the defensive line at this time, because he had two more knife wounds on his body.

Wei Qingfeng was a big fish, so he naturally took on the greatest pressure, not only Yun Ye swung a knife at him, but the rest of the desolate clan masters also swung a knife at him.

Wei Qingfeng's personal soldiers are not as powerful as these desolate clan masters, and his personal soldiers have been severely damaged, and there are already very few.

With a pop, Wei Qingfeng's left arm was slashed by a sudden knife, and his forearm was directly chopped off.

Wei Qingfeng shouted, and the long knife slashed away, cutting off half of the head of the desolate master who had cut off his left arm.

Wei Qingfeng, who was hit hard, was even more unable to parry, poofed twice, and had two more scars on his body, deep visible bones, blood flowing, and now Wei Qingfeng was already like a bloody man.