In an instant, Wen Tingyuan and Wen Tingruo came to a canyon at the foot of Tukuling Mountain, and when an elderly man in gray saw it, he flew up to meet him and asked eagerly, "Big brother, how is the situation in the castle tower, and when will we do it?"

Wen Tingyuan shook his head and said in a deep voice: "The situation has changed, withdraw the troops quickly!"

The gray-clothed elder was Wen Tingyun, the second eldest of the Wen family in Dingkun Pavilion, Wen Tingjun was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked: "What happened, why did you change the hexagram temporarily?"

Wen Tingruo looked anxious, and shouted impatiently: "Oh, second brother, don't ask, if you have any questions, I'll explain to you when I go back, you should quickly bring the soldiers and horses back to the camp now, if it's too late, I'm afraid there will be a disaster!"

Wen Tingyun saw that his brother had a solemn face, said solemnly, and knew that the situation was serious, and it was extraordinary, so he didn't dare to talk much, so he hurriedly turned around and entered the gourd-shaped canyon, and blew a whistle into the valley, the whistle was sharp, and as soon as the whistle passed, suddenly on the trees, shrubs, and sand in the canyon, many strong men flashed out, all of whom were wearing armor and holding weapons, all of whom were disciples of Dingkun Pavilion.

The sergeant of Dingkun Pavilion was ready to appear, and immediately formed a neat queue in a slightly flat place in the valley.

The number of disciples of Dingkun Pavilion is 20,000.

Wen Tingyuan stepped forward and glanced around at the doorman, and said in a deep voice: "The plan has changed, retreat quickly, bring your own things, and don't leave a trace of our Dingkun Pavilion in the valley, you know?"

Wen Tingyun ordered loudly again: "Quickly clean up the traces, after a hundred breaths, the army must be pulled, do you hear clearly?"

Be!

All the sergeants responded in unison, and the personnel immediately dispersed, quickly cleaning up and erasing all traces of human activity in the valley, and in an instant, they immediately returned to the team after the incident.

Wen Tingyun rode on top of a snow-stepping horse, waved at his subordinates, and shouted: "Let's go!"

The soldiers of Dingkun Pavilion followed behind Wen Tingyun and trotted forward.

Wen Tingyuan and Wen Tingruo are the two, sometimes in front and behind, sometimes left and sometimes right, pressing the formation for the army.

A huge group of people and horses of Dingkun Pavilion moved quickly and orderly in the Qingquan Mountain Range, and withdrew to the territory of Dingkun Pavilion, like this, after walking for a while, when the army came to an open place, suddenly a flying arrow, breaking through the air silently, shot like lightning from the distance ahead, and nailed a captain who had not had time to react on horseback.

The horse was frightened, and with a long neigh, it humped its dead master, spread its hooves, and rushed sideways towards the mountain beam on the left, and in a blink of an eye it was gone.

Someone was attacked and killed on the spot, and the incident happened suddenly, and everyone panicked.

The soldiers of Dingkun Pavilion, after being stunned for a moment, hurriedly dispersed, looking for a hidden place, and those soldiers who did not find a hiding place formed a battle formation in groups of dozens of people, and the soldiers hiding behind the shelter formed a defensive formation, they held their weapons tightly, looked nervous, and their eyes were fixed on the front, waiting for the enemy.

Wen Tingyun took out his waist knife, brandished his waist knife, looked anxious, and shouted: "Don't panic, everyone, form a team, strengthen vigilance, and hold your position!"

Wen Tingyuan and Wen Tingruo rushed over from behind, and Wen Tingruo hurriedly asked, "Second brother, what's wrong?"

Wen Tingyun shouted anxiously: "Third brother, there is a thief attack ahead, you quickly take a pair of men and horses to quickly occupy the high ground on the left, wait until the thieves are close, outflank in a roundabout way, sneak attack the rear of the thieves, and help me break the enemy!"

Wen Tingyuan's face was gloomy, he shook his head, and said indifferently: "No need, the thieves have arrived, the opportunity has been lost, and the high ground on both sides has been occupied by the thieves!"

"Wen Tingyuan, you are a lot of age, you are a person who is about to die, I didn't expect to have such good hearing, admire, it's really admirable!"

A rough and heroic male voice laughed, and as soon as the laughter stopped, it screamed in a strange way.

Wen Tingjun and Wen Tingruo were shocked when they heard the man's sarcasm, because the other party's shouting was clear and loud, but they couldn't find out where the other party was, and they couldn't even find the direction, which showed the strength of the other party's means.

Wen Tingyuan said lightly: "They're here!"

Wen Tingyun raised his eyes and looked around, and after a pause, he saw a lot of human heads quietly emerging from the distant hills on both sides of the army of Dingkun Pavilion, all of them in Xuanyi and Xuanjia, holding bows, crossbows, swords, halberds, and ambushes on the mountain, standing in danger, staring at the army of Dingkun Pavilion.

Surrounded by a heavy siege, the soldiers are taboo.

Wen Tingjun saw the ambush soldiers on both sides, his expression changed, and before he could come back to his senses, when he saw the scene in front of him, he felt a chill in his heart.

Because, at this moment, on the horizon in front of the Dingkun Pavilion army, in an instant, there were many cavalry coming, black pressed one, those cavalrymen were all steel helmets and heavy armor, with dumplings, carrying Mo knives, riding high-headed horses, the horses were all black horses, white nose bridges, the horses were also wrapped in black armor, and even the horse's calves were also hung with armor, which showed that they were well-equipped.

The dark clouds of the Mo knife cavalry pressed the top, moving slowly, pressing the army of Dingkun Pavilion from the front, they lined up neatly, the armor was distinct, the Mo knife was erected, and the blade of the Mo knife flashed with a dazzling cold light, what was surprising was that when the cavalry moved, they actually did not make a sound, it was like a ghost without breath, coupled with the strange appearance of the food on their faces, it made their bodies from the inside out, revealing a gloomy and murderous atmosphere, which captured people's souls, giving people a sense of mysterious horror and coercion that crushed everything, making people feel timid, frightened and frightened。

The Modao Legion moved forward slowly, only half a mile away from the people of Dingkun Pavilion, but suddenly stopped, formed a battle array, and stared at the people of Dingkun Pavilion with cold eyes, waiting for the commander's order to charge.

As soon as the Modao cavalry stopped, the cavalry walking in the front and the middle of the cavalry, like a receding tide, separated to the left and right, and slowly walked out from the center of the cavalry.

The man was different from other cavalrymen, but he did not wear a mask, revealing a dignified middle-aged face, he was tall, riding a pure white war horse, wearing gray armor, red shawl, holding a silver spear, and the red tassels on the neck of the spear fluttering.

The gray armor man stepped forward on his horse, running for a while, twenty zhang away from Wen Tingyuan and others, Fang Shi pulled the reins violently, forbidden horsepower, the white horse stood alone, hissed longitudinally, and kicked a few times in the air with his front hooves, and then fell steadily to the ground, holding the master, Yuan Yu Yuezhi, as steady as Mount Tai.

The gray-armored man frowned and pursed his lips, his face was gloomy, his eyes were fiercely looking at Wen Tingyuan and the others, and he took a round of the silver spear in his hand, and pointed at Wen Tingyuan and the others.

Provocative, tough, arrogant!

Wen Tingyun was impatient, seeing that the other party was so rude, he was furious, his face was cold, he gritted his steel teeth, waved the ghost head knife, and was about to rush forward to kill, but was stopped by Wen Tingruo.

Wen Tingyuan put his hands behind his back, took a few steps forward, stopped, smiled on his face, and Wen Yan asked, "Friend, what do you mean by this?"

The gray armor man snorted and sneered, "Kill you!"

Wen Tingyun couldn't bear it anymore, and poked his fingers at the gray armor man and scolded: "Who are you, dare to be so presumptuous?"

"I'm the Blood God of the Demon Gate Holy Sect, and I want to leave!"

The gray armor man paused, glanced around at the Wen people, and then said aloud word by word.