"Report! General Zheng Lun asks for help!"

"Report! General Wei Hu asks for help!"

"Newspaper—"

One after another, most of them were generals asking for help, and only half were good news.

But asking for help is not a defeat, it's just that the battle is stalemate, there are too many casualties, and the generals are a little unbreathable.

The sun is late, the blood stains the blue sky, and the sword is crossed.

Far from stopping, the two armies have begun to fight for every minute, and on the continuous battle line, killing people everywhere come and go, and one by one the soldiers are killed and wounded and retreat.

Huang Feihu asked in a low voice: "Where does the rear army know?"

"There are 100,000 troops who will arrive in half an hour, and the rest of the troops will take two hours!"

"The prime minister has not returned yet, capture the merchant army camp as soon as possible!"

Huang Feihu held the hilt of the sword at his waist, and at this time he really wanted to ride the five-colored sacred cow to rush out, but in the end he could only hold back.

Yang Jian is not there, he is the commander, and he must not charge into battle, otherwise he will be in a desperate situation, and no matter how victorious the Zhou army is and how strong the military power is, it will be quickly defeated.

The four tiger generals of the Huang family have been killed and covered in blood, the brothers of King Wu have been killed in battle, more than 20 people have been buried in this place, and more than 200,000 soldiers have been killed and wounded!

Seeing it, Huang Feihu looked at the battle situation in front of him, watched the golden light of the golden crow fall into the western sky, and watched the heaven and earth fall silent, but was ignited by the shouts of killing.

Huang Feihu didn't expect it, neither did the generals of the Zhou army, and Xiao Lan didn't expect it.

This battle went from day to night, and from night to dawn!

There were countless casualties among the soldiers, but the Zhou army, stepping on the mountain of tired corpses, had already pushed the battle line to the edge of the merchant army camp!

The steady stream of reinforcements from the rear of the Zhou army made Xu Gai, the chief general of the Shang army, experience a night of near despair.

The sky is about to brighten, and the mountains and fields are already full of the banners of the Zhou army, not only the Chinese army, but also the left and right wings, and the whole line is pushed!

When the eastern sky was white, the Zhou army took a short rest, and Huang Feihu gave an order, hundreds of thousands of blood-stained troops were about to set foot on the merchant army camp, and the merchant army could only organize a weak defense, but the merchant army soldiers were not defeated this time.

In this battle, the dead side is the destination, if you escape, when you die of old age in the future, what face will you have to go to the underworld to see the robe of today's battle.

Wei Hu raised the demon pestle, "Conquer the enemy camp!"

Xu Gai, the commander of the merchant army, held the knife in both hands and roared angrily: "Don't give an inch!"

The two armies agreed with a bang, and the Zhou army was about to charge, but subconsciously, the people here looked up at the sky at the same time.

A huge whirlpool appeared in the dark clouds above them, and the two figures stood opposite each other, staring at each other, but slowly falling.

Yang Jian!

Kong Xuan!

"Big brother!"

Wei Hu grinned, but as soon as the smile was about to bloom, it froze on his face.

Yang Jian's long hair fluttered messily in the wind, and the tip of the three-pointed two-edged spear he was holding in his left hand pointed forward, but the aura on his body fluctuated.

Slowly, under the gaze of nearly a million soldiers from both sides of the mountain, Yang Jian fell in front of Wei and in front of the Zhou army, only a few dozen zhang away from the Shang army.

Kong Xuan carried the sword and landed in front of Xu Gai, looking down.

A night of bloody wind and rain, the heroic spirits everywhere are immortal.

Yang Jian seemed to ignore the results of such hard work, and said in a low voice: "Retreat." ”

Wei Hu was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

But one of the young generals behind Wei Hu took a step anxiously, and hurriedly shouted: "Prime Minister, we are about to take it!" His voice trembled, and a little tears welled up in his eyes.

"I say, quit!"

Yang Jian suddenly shouted angrily, and his voice echoed all over the mountains.

The young general was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly bowed his head and knelt down, while Kong Xuan, who was in the camp, looked at this scene calmly, and there was no battle armor on his body, but a cyan fairy robe, and the robe fluttered in the wind.

Huang Feihu immediately ordered the Zhou army to retreat, and hundreds of thousands of troops quickly retreated from the slopes of the mountains.

Yang Jian looked at Kong Xuan deeply, turned around and walked, walking behind the army.

Kong Xuan still didn't move, the sword trembled slightly, and his gaze was still gloomy.

When Yang Jian walked back, there was already a large camp here, and there were wounded soldiers who were bandaged everywhere, but these soldiers did not cheer when they saw Yang Jian's return for the first time.

Stepping into the gate, Yang Jian's footsteps suddenly stopped, his waist was straight, his head was slightly lowered, and his face was a little gloomy.

Xiao Lan, who was healing the wounded soldiers, suddenly realized something and turned to look at Yang Jian......

On Yang Jian's body, Ao Xuehan began to appear one after another spiderweb-like cracks, and the robe covered inside was blown away by a majestic wind like ashes.

Poop!

The dragon spear was tightly grasped by Yang Jian's left hand, crutches on the ground, his body trembled slightly, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood forward, and his body pounced forward.

"Prime Minister!"

"Yang Jian!"

"Big brother!"

Several figures pounced on Yang Jian extremely quickly, Long Ji's mana was the highest, and he arrived the fastest, barely catching Yang Jian.

Ignoring the blood stains on the ground, the fairy on the cloud sat down and hugged Yang Jian, remembering to put a stream of immortal energy into Yang Jian's body, but he felt that Yang Jian's body was like a sieve, and he couldn't hold any ......

"Brother, what's wrong with you, brother!"

"Xiandan, give him the elixir!" Xiao Lan shouted anxiously, Long Ji woke up like a dream, took out a pill in his arms, and fed it to Yang Jian.

Ao Xuehan fell off on his own, turned into a snow-white ring and put it on Yang Jian's left index finger, Yang Jian's bruised, blood-stained body was revealed, and the frightened Xiao Lan covered her mouth and nose and cried.

"I ...... Undefeated ......"

Yang Jian's eyes barely opened a gap, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth, "No troops, peacock...... Cannibalistic ......"

Under the words, Yang Jian's brows furrowed, and he completely fainted in Long Ji's arms.

At this moment, Kong Xuan's laughter came from the sky.

"Yang Jian! Fight again after being injured!Hahahaha!"

On the mountainside camp, Kong Xuan raised his head and laughed, but his two arms continued to tremble.

In his immortal clothes, blood halos appeared on his back and chest at the same time, and then all over his body.

Peacock blood, red and dazzling, he is like a bloody man.

"Your Excellency!"

"Hahaha!ha! I'm not alone! I'm not alone!"

Kong Xuan waved his hand, his figure was shaky, but he staggered back two steps and fell to the ground.

A stream of multicolored light poured out around him, enveloping him like a bird's egg.

Ten miles away, in the Zhou camp, Yang Jian's body was wrapped in a stream of Xuan Qi, and he gradually sat up cross-legged, suspended there, and his breath gradually grew stronger from faint.

The generals of the Zhou army breathed a sigh of relief, and Huang Tianhua, who was also seriously injured, was stimulated by this and fainted directly.

In the depths of the clouds, the figure of a Taoist stood quietly, his eyes locked on Yang Jian.

After confirming that Yang Jian was really fine, the overdrawn Xuan Body began to gradually generate new power, and this person finally breathed a sigh of relief and hid his figure.

After the Zhou army, beside a pleasant mountain forest waterhole, several figures seemed to be sitting and discussing, and a mysterious Taoist rhyme lingered on the waterhole, benefiting the living beings here.

One person asked: "The sect leader is not going to subdue the peacock this time, so why don't you make a move?" ”

The middle-aged Taoist who was sitting on the Jiupin Lotus Platform chuckled, "If you make a move at this time, you will be infamous for taking advantage of people's danger, and you can't let the exposition owe me a favor from the Western Sect." ”

The Taoist gently brushed the treasure tree beside him, "That Kong Xuan, the poor Dao can be caught at hand, don't worry." ”

Another person sighed: "If Yang Jiandu can be included in my teaching, the day of my teaching will be a thousand years earlier." ”

"You can't force it, you can't do it," the Taoist on the lotus platform shook his head lightly, "Those three senior brothers seem to have been driven by the catastrophe, but in fact, they have other plans, and their hearts are very bright." Yang Jian is one of the two favored disciples, and I can't move. But for other disciples, I can do it as I please. ”

All the Taoists bowed their heads slightly, and they all smiled.

Gossip is another lecture on the scriptures, but this is also a very profound way of practice.

......

On Jinao Island, in the immortal pavilion next to the Biyou Palace, several pro-descendants sat there.

A pot of immortal wine, poured full but untouched.

Duobao Daoist stretched his waist, "After the play is over, go back to practice, what are you doing in a daze." ”

"Senior brother!" the Holy Mother of Jin Ling glared at Duobao Daoren, who shrank his neck and sat down honestly.

Our Lady of Jin Ling said: "Let's discuss a countermeasure, then Yang Jian is brave and fierce, and he clearly wants to protect the teachings and destroy my teachings, this son is already a great enemy!"

The Turtle Spirit Holy Mother said softly: "Senior Brother Yuding's cultivation is unfathomable, and we are equivalent to having two tricky strong enemies. ”

"In my opinion," Our Lady of Wudang said, "Yang Jian is only defending the Sect, not trying to fight to the death with me. He has said more than once that the Daomen family has fallen into a catastrophe. ”

The Holy Mother of Jin Ling frowned and said, "Then what should we do? Go to Yang Jian to intercede and ask him to kill some sect members to deal with the god list? Hmph! If that's the case, it's better for me to kill a few twelve golden immortals and enter the god list together!"

"Senior sister, junior sister, don't worry," Duobao Daoist hurriedly persuaded, "Senior Sister Sanxiao and Senior Brother Gongming have entered the god list, and the master has been sad for a long time, let's not make trouble!

Our Lady of Jin Ling lowered her eyebrows and said, "What's the big deal about Uncle Shi......?"

"Hey!" Duobao Daoist hurriedly said: "This is what you said, it's none of my business!

The Holy Mother of Wudang covered her mouth and chuckled, "Senior brother, you don't play tricks, let's intercept the sect at a critical juncture, what should you and I, as our own disciples, do." ”

Duobao Daoist smacked his lips, and his slightly bloated body collapsed on the seat, "Let's not talk about this first, my disciple sneaked down the mountain some time ago, which senior sister picked it up?"

Our Lady of the Golden Spirit suddenly looked away.

Seeing this, Duobao shook his head, held his forehead with one hand, and sighed: "It's a pity, my poor little apprentice, but it's not a bad thing to be on the god list, she is already congenitally deficient, and it is difficult to make an inch of progress in cultivation." ”

"Senior brother, you!" Our Lady of the Golden Spirit looked hateful, stood up angrily, and disappeared in a flash.

But he was angry with Duobao Dao people who were so 'afraid of trouble', and his disciples didn't go to the rescue.

The Holy Mother of Wudang and the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit glanced at each other, and they could only sigh lightly, and they retreated to the Duobao Dao people and disappeared into the fairy pavilion.

"How can I give up a small fire, I haven't been fooled by you," Duobao Daoren picked up the wine glass, raised his head and took a sip, and stood up with his hands behind his back, his face was a little stunned, and the corners of his mouth showed a wry smile.

"Master, why do I have so many junior sisters, just one junior ......?"

A jade light flashed, and he slapped the back of his head, and Duobao Daoist suddenly gasped in pain, and covered the back of his head and jumped to his feet.

Not long after, a sage's inscription came out of Biyou Palace and was posted on the clouds of Jinao Island.

If there are those who do not listen to the advice and enter the robbery, they will die and eliminate the disciples of the Mo Dao Interception Sect, and turn into ashes and the master of Mo Yan will not protect them.