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The confrontation between the two armies was so dark that blood was spilled all over the ground, and the vendetta that the old man had seen in the rivers and lakes was too much, but in front of the flesh mill of war, he was still pale with fright.

The bandit-like green barbarian warriors in the underground mines were secretly killed by some of the slaves who were forbearing, and more than half of the more than 40 people died.

The eyes of the little monk Mingyuan glowed with a cold cold light, and he noticed that the small group of slaves who had just killed the two green barbarian warriors had set their eyes on them.

Lao Chang was clever, came back to his senses, and hurriedly came up:

"Cripple, what's the matter, you still plan to destroy us, you Iron Feet only have a few dwarf winter melons and bad dates left, don't you want to run out at this time, do you want to stay in this cage for the rest of your life?"

The cold gaze of the old man, who was called a lame, swept over the old man's body several times, and finally he didn't make a move, and left with the five people under his hands.

"Not a bad hand, the people in the army, the aura of killing is much stronger than the stragglers on the rivers and lakes. ”

The little monk Mingyuan glanced at the members of the Iron Feet Gang who were far away and went to the side of the ladder with interest, it was the first time he had seen the strength of the old man.

Those few people with the lowest strength have the realm of the third grade, and the cripple who takes the lead is a good hand in the fourth grade, no wonder they can kill more than ten adult wrestlers of the green barbarian clan.

Lao Chang bowed his body slightly: "Little Monk, how do you know? These people are all sergeants who were eliminated from the Bohai County Flying Fire Army, but unfortunately their hands and feet are mutilated and they are all abandoned. ”

Sensing the blood outside the pit, the little monk Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Come with me, you can leave!"

Outside the pit, there were corpses everywhere, and cavalrymen in black armor were fighting with powerful barbarian warriors, and flames were flickering everywhere, and the scorching corpses were burning and disgusting.

Under the city gate of the great battle, three teams of knights wearing black cloud horses and black cloud armor held strong bows, covering a general with a serious face and a strong body approaching the city gate.

I only heard an angry roar from the gatehouse: "Qi Tianjiang, you are the miscellaneous pieces in the weeds, do you only dare to burn my camp, if you come up, this commander will tear you up!"

The deafening roar spread far away, with the power of piercing the golden cracking stone, and the war horses of more than twenty cavalry were violently shaken deaf, and the panicked noise made the black-armored and red-feathered general's brows furrow.

Glancing at the scumbag man above the city gate building, Qi Tianjiang, the general of the Black Cloud Iron Cavalry Zhenxi who was known as the 'Heavenly General', showed a cold face.

He is ranked as the general of Zhengsanpin Zhenxi, he is powerful, he still has the title of viscount on his head, and he has 3,000 households, and he is in a high and respected position, so he will naturally not take risks easily.

This time, he received an order from His Royal Highness the King of Qingyang to attack the hinterland of the Qingbarian Clan and seize something mysterious in the depths of the mine, but he didn't expect that the person guarding here would be the tricky powerhouse of the Battle Curtain.

Qi Tianjiang and Zhanmu are both contemporaries, although they are only more than forty years old, their own combat power has crossed the realm of the eighth grade, and they are famous in the rivers and lakes, and they also know their roots as old opponents.

The moment Qi Tianjiang saw the battle curtain, he could be sure that this pit really hid something great, no wonder King Qingyang, one of the three kings of the Great Qianguo Military Department, would directly order him to send troops.

"Battle Curtain, put away your agitation method, since Benjue is here, naturally he will not let you leave alive. Iron Arm Battalion, three salvos!"

With a slight wave of his hand, the Hundred God Archers behind him directly waved his arms, and suddenly arrows rained down, and the few remaining Qing Barbarian warriors on the city gate tower let out a miserable scream and were shot into a sieve.

The battle curtain roared angrily, and the huge flying cloud axe in his hand actually jumped down from the city gate building more than ten meters away, and the brilliant red true qi was released, instantly splitting the three black-armored knights in the front into two sections.

Blood shot out, corpses flew sideways, and the strong visual impact made the more than 20 cavalrymen of the squad suddenly change color, but they still rushed over in an orderly manner.

The Black Cloud Iron Cavalry is the elite legion that can be counted in the Great Qian Kingdom, and the number of the entire army will not exceed 150,000 people, and it is in the hands of King Qingyang, one of the three kings of the military department.

Being able to stand out from the nearly 10 million soldiers of the Great Qianguo and join the Black Cloud Iron Cavalry, these people are the elite of the elite, even if they know the reputation of the 'Ghost Axe' battle curtain, they are still fearless.

"Kill, for the sake of the Great Qianguo! Kill these young barbarians!" Captain Pingyu, led by Pingyu, held a big gun and quickly protected the front of Zhenxi General Qi Tianjiang.

Nearly a hundred black-armored knights gathered in an instant, turning into a torrent of black steel, the war horses neighed, and rushed towards the battle curtain, and the cold military appearance made the little monk Mingyuan and others who had just climbed up from the depths of the pit marvel inexplicably.

"That giant man is a tricky guy, if it weren't for the Longtan Tiger's Den, I would like to try to fight him, there are really a lot of talented people in this world!"

Lao Changtou's face turned pale, and he glanced at the calm little monk in horror, just now he was directly carried up by the little monk Mingyuan from the bottom of the ladder.

The hundred-meter-high cliff, stepping in the air, beyond his imagination, with his burden, he was able to break free from the cage that plagued me with an unknown number of slaves and made people sigh with just three borrowings.

The current old man looked at the little monk Mingyuan's complexion completely changed, is this little monk really a human?

If others saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old little monk vainly trying to fight with a famous strong man, they would definitely scold him for being insane, but when this happened to the little monk Mingyuan, Lao Changtou was not sure.

The 'Ghost Axe' battle curtain personally attacked, and the torrent of black cavalry of the brigade rushed together, and the surviving green barbarian warriors under the surrounding ruins also responded to the call of the commander and interspersed up.

The terrible atmosphere of war showed the escaped slaves what it meant to be dead, what it meant to be a flesh mill, a real cave where life was gone.

The smoke and dust covered up the figures of too many people, and when he saw the gap, the little monk Mingyuan directly pulled the cavalry of the two green barbarians away, drove their war horses to gallop, and quickly moved away from this hell cave.

The originally cheerful sound of horses' hooves gradually became dim after more than two hours, and they ran for nearly one hundred and seventy miles in a row, and even these barbarian war horses were a little unbearable.

No matter what the outcome of the war between the Qing barbarians and the elite cavalry of the Great Qianguo is, the slaves who escaped from Lao Chang naturally have no way of knowing, and at this time Ming Yuan is small

The monk and he appeared in a town on the border.

This is the border junction of the Qingman Kingdom and the Great Qianguo Kingdom, and belongs to the area of the three regardless of Fengshan Town.

Fengshan Town was born more than 60 years ago, when a super war broke out between the Qingbarian Kingdom and neighboring countries, involving billions of people, and Fengshan Town is a relic of that war.

Looking at Fengshan Town, where people come and go, and people are noisy, Lao Changtou burst into tears, he really crawled out of that demon cave, thinking that he would be buried there in this life.

I didn't expect to be able to see the prosperity of the world again in a few decades, even if this is just a market town where the people of the two countries secretly trade goods, but compared to the mine, it can indeed be called heaven and earth.

At night, in a temple that was already a little dilapidated, the old man and the little monk Mingyuan were crowded next to the firewood pile, and the wind and sand were gusting outside, and the cold breath made people chill.

The two of them who had just escaped from the cave had neglected one thing, they had no money on them, even if they wanted to stay in a guest house, it was a luxury, and the roast chicken on the side of the campfire was still the same as usual, from other people's stalls.

The little monk Mingyuan swallowed the chicken leg in his hand, and it seemed that he did not abide by the so-called precepts, of course, tracing back to the time of the ancient Buddha, in fact, there was no such thing as meat precepts.

Especially for warrior monks, without meat and medicine to regulate the body, how can they practice their skills, let alone protect the inheritance of Buddhism.

Unexpectedly, Lao Changtou did not have the slightest discomfort for the little monk Mingyuan to eat meat, and the meat precepts of Buddhism in the Great Qianguo are not an iron law, and the wine and meat monks and flower monks are too common.

This is especially true of the wild fox Zen outside the gate, although they advocate the holy law of Buddhism, but few people will abide by the rules and precepts of Buddhism.

Click!

Lao Changtou's eyelids jumped, and the whole person turned over and sat up, holding a short hematite knife that came from the black market, and a cold light like a hungry wolf bloomed in his eyes.

This ancient temple has been dilapidated for a long time, and it is almost impossible for anyone to come at this hour, but the footsteps in the ears cannot be faked, and the dead branches outside the courtyard are broken, obviously someone is coming.

"Who?"

The only thing that responded to Lao Chang was the cold wind, the darkness around him seemed to swallow him, and the lonely full moon hung in the sky, but most of his face was covered by the wind and sand.

The little monk Mingyuan shook the monk's robe on his body, flicked his fingers, and only heard two whistling sounds, and after two whistling sounds, the roof of the ancient temple slammed and something fell, and a muffled snort sounded.

Lao Chang's hair rose suddenly, he turned over a few times, the short knife blocked, the metal impact sound of ping-pong was extremely harsh, and there were three or four flying black marks on the ground, and the emerald green mark made the old Jianghu's scalp numb.

"The poison of the Nine Vipers, how could the people of the Sand Cave Snake Gate be here?"

Listening to the screams of the old man, the little monk Mingyuan frowned, straightened up and stood up.

At this time, the rustling sound outside the door became more and more, and a group of black-pressed poisonous snakes spat out letters to surround the ancient temple, and the dull footsteps passed through the dilapidated temple walls.

Crunch!

Lao Changtou dug a hole in the papier-mâché doors and windows, and after seeing the scene outside the door clearly, his face turned pale, and beads of cold sweat fell down like pearls with broken threads.

"Hand over the monks of the Western Regions, otherwise, there will be no forgiveness for killing!"

Like the sound of steel grinding, outside the ancient temple, three black-clothed people wearing black robes and a pitch-black viper on their shoulders stood in a row and roared in unison.

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