"That thief used magic to break the city!

"I can't wait to go back and fight those thieves!"

"Fight with them!"

Dozens of horsemen were covered in blood, most of them were covered in scars, although they had lost their armor, they couldn't wait to turn around and fight with the pursuers, and reunite with their brothers, wives and children!

But they were afraid, afraid to look back and see the fire that rose to the sky, afraid to think of the robes that fell one after another like wheat being cut......

What happened before tonight was not a duel of balanced forces at all!

The enemy attacked suddenly, but before the troops intersected, there was billowing black smoke filling the air, and the soldiers who were swept by the black smoke fell to the ground one after another, leaving black blood and dying.

The city was broken, the enemy army almost didn't cost a single soldier, and Shang Dehou led the lord to fight to the death, but it attracted monstrous demon fire......

It didn't take much time at all, and even now that I think about it, it feels like a terrible nightmare.

This group of soldiers was originally the personal guard in the Shangde Hou Mansion, and when the city was broken, they were ordered by Shangde Hou to be in danger and took the small county lord to kill a bloody road......

Hou Ye's daughter actually couldn't be called the county lord, but because Shang Dehou worked hard, but the royal family couldn't give the surname of the king, so he specially gave Hou Ye's daughter the title of county lord.

Now, as if he had made a fool, he was tied to the saddle with a rope, and he was carried by this torrent and galloped towards the mountains.

But behind him, there are still more than 1,000 elite enemy riders!

Entering the mountain pass, the captain of the guard shouted a few times, and the twenty or so horsemen behind him grabbed the reins and faced the torrent rushing dozens of feet behind him.

"I'll wait until I break it!"

"The county lord can't afford to lose! Quickly lead the county lord onwards! Don't look back!"

"Let's go!"

The hollow-eyed little county lord's eyes appeared a little bright at this time, but in that light, there was despair, confusion, and full of sorrow.

She turned her head to look at it, and shouted in a terrible voice, "Everyone, let's go!

"County Lord!" The burly captain of the guard turned his head to look in the direction of his little master, he was originally a dead soldier of the Hou Mansion, and he was given the duty of defending the county lord by the Hou Ye sixteen years ago, and he was conscientious and conscientious, and he never slackened day and night.

When he died at the head of the city, he did not shed a single tear.

When his parents, wives and children in the city were burned by the demon fire, his eyes were only red.

Now, turning his head to see the familiar figure rushing into the mountain road protected by the robe, his tiger eyes were full of tears, and he roared angrily at the sky a few times.

Survive! County Lord!

"Block the mountain pass!

"Kill!"

More than twenty blood-stained guards, just like more than twenty Shura who exuded a hideous and murderous aura, lined up in a row, just stopping the mountain pass.

Not all of them took death as if they were at home and went to death calmly, even the captain of the guard had despair, reluctance, and flickering in his eyes at this time.

But more than that, it is firm.

Most of the more than 1,000 cavalry on the other side began to slow down due to the terrain, but the dozens of cavalry at the front did not slow down and rushed towards these guards who were blocking the road.

"Rush over! they're running out of gas!"

"Come on!"

"Kill!" the captain of the guard raised the long knife with the blade in his hand, and more than twenty horsemen rushed backwards, and the killing cry became more and more terrible......

None of these people noticed that in the mountain forest on the side, a figure was running quickly, and a few soft pops had disappeared, leaving only a light sigh.

Yang Jian knew that he couldn't save those people.

It's not that he has more than enough heart and not enough strength, but he doesn't have the position to save it, and he doesn't have the leisure to save it.

With the strength of nearly 10,000 in one arm, he casually threw a few mountain rocks out, which could naturally deter this group of mortal guards.

However, saving the weak side will inevitably kill more people from the strong side, what do these people have to do with him? What kind of grudges do they have?

In Yang Jian's view, taking people's lives is a big deal, and he can't do that kind of indifference to human life for the time being.

The bloody nature of the more than twenty horsemen made his heart stir;

Although there are thousands of people, the fortitude of my past makes him revered in his heart;

But, that's all.

The only thing he wanted to save in his heart was just the little county lord, probably he couldn't bear to see this kind of beautiful person die of incense, the so-called was just a little selfishness.

The battle for hegemony in the mortal world has nothing to do with him.

Besides, the soldiers on both sides are just 'tools' of those in power, and although they are infected with karma, they do not distinguish each other.

However, the old demon who burned the city, if Yang Jian got the opportunity, he would definitely kill the other party in his hands.

Karma.

Yang Jian's brows furrowed, and he kept thinking about the words that Master had said to him that day.

Master said that doing good deeds can accumulate merit, and doing evil deeds will increase karma.

If there is too much merit, the power of merit will be added, so that it will be protected by the Heavenly Dao. On the other hand, if there are too many karma, it will naturally be punished by the Heavenly Dao.

That old demon said what a vicious method this is, the magic weapon sacrifice actually destroyed a city of living beings! But why, there is no heavenly curse to descend?

Could it be that the so-called Heavenly Dao is just a joke? Can a monk act unscrupulously?

Yang Jian clenched his fists, still unable to let go of the old demon Dao, and his lips pursed.

He followed the team of men and horses who were protecting the little county lord, and the other party was galloping on the mountain path, and Yang Jian was leaping in the mountains and forests on both sides.

Yang Jian suddenly thought of the young monk who came with a sword to repel the demon path, and the sentence shouted by the other party, 'Heaven and earth will fall, and demons are rampant' seemed to be the answer to his troubles at this time.

"I was sent here by my master to practice, but the power of the Heavenly Dao is weak, and it won't suppress my Xuangong. ”

Yang Jian stopped beside a mountain stream and suddenly thought of what would happen to this big world if the aura completely disappeared.

Will the heavens and the earth fall?

Will this world die?

So how should the billions of living beings here deal with themselves?

Yang Jian stood with his hands in his hands, thinking quietly, his eyes kept looking at the silver-white armor that was still conspicuous in the night.

The group of men and horses was divided into two groups, one group of more than ten people, and the little county lord dismounted and headed towards the dense mountains and forests nearby.

One group continued to ride and lead the horses, and continued along the path, so they were suspicious.

Perhaps, you don't have to save her yourself.

Yang Jian shook his head and was about to retreat, but suddenly heard several screams from the forest, and those screams were mixed with an unspeakable fear.

In the forest at night, a gray smoke drifted by, and there was a whining ghost cry in the mountain wind.

"Oh no! there's a monk!"

Yang Jian jumped directly from the mountain, and the wind rushed towards the mountain forest.

He was very fast, and the more than ten guards who followed the little county lord also bought Yang Jian time to arrive at this time.

Although this period of time was exchanged for the lives of those guards, even, before these guards fell, their eyes were full of despair, and they couldn't see that the people they were guarding had half a chance of escaping.

"Hurry up and go to the county lord!"

"Take the county lord away!"

Yang Jian rushed out of the hundred zhang, and the last guard who stood in front of the weak figure slowly fell to the ground, and he didn't shout again to let the county lord leave, just a terrible scream.

Yang Jian could see at night, and at this time, he saw the figures staggering in the glade, and he couldn't help but clench his steel fists!

If he had followed them and didn't want to leave...... These people ......

But Yang Jian immediately took a deep breath, and the distracting thoughts in his heart were expelled.

didn't feel the danger, Xuan Gong didn't give himself the slightest warning, which made Yang Jian no longer have the slightest doubt.

"Don't ...... Ahh

After all, the little county lord was young, and he had already collapsed at this time, and sat on the grass covered with dead leaves, and his hands touched the muddy blood.

In front of her, in the faint starlight, there was a young monk with a pale face, wearing a light gray robe, who seemed to be in his twenties, and was smiling suspiciously, approaching the little lord step by step.

"I never thought that Master would throw me here and not let me share any benefits, but he gave me a great creation. ”

This man's eyes were full of lewdness, and he walked towards the little county lord step by step, and the blood-red wooden sword in his hand had a ripple.

"Become my slave, the pearl of the northwest, you are a beautiful woman that many dignitaries and nobles think about day and night, and you will cheapen me today!hahaha!"

The young monk looked up and laughed maniacally.

In the midst of the laughter, a question appeared very suddenly, and the voice was low and irresistible.

"It's your master who burned the city?"

"Yes...... Who!" the man turned his head suddenly, but before he could react, he felt a hammer hit the back of his head, and he was so angry that he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Hmph, that's going to make it hard for you to die!"

Yang Jian grabbed the young monk's belt and lifted him like a little chicken, and then looked at the little county lord with a somewhat complicated gaze.

If the little cicada suffers this kind of suffering, she ......

"It's okay, you. ”

Yang Jian's voice was unexpectedly gentle.