In order to take a breath, Ling Juncong stood firm and did not leave, and then the general of the Ming army waved his hand, and thousands of troops rushed in.
Everyone: "… "
Ling Juncong: "..." I wanted to regret it, but it was too late.
Countless arrows of yin qi gathered from the sky and covered the earth, and the monks were busy putting down layers of protective shields around their bodies. The Jinxian bosses couldn’t sit still anymore. .
Jinxian cultivator floated in the clouds, one person was a cloud head, one was Daxia, one was each from the three major dynasties, the three major fields, and the four major families.
The Bei Zhao worshiper looked at the Eastern Jin worship with a gloomy look, and his old face was sullen: "If you hadn't stopped me, I would have eradicated Emperor Xu already."
The beard and hair of the Eastern Jin worshipers are all white, but their complexion is ruddy, and they look much younger than those of the Northern Zhao worshipers. She smiled and said: "The four great families will not let you do that."
When she said this, Ruo Wu swept across the Xijiang offering that seemed to have nothing to do with her.
Xijiang said with a smile: "Since the opportunity has been missed, it is useless to repeat the old things, I should concentrate on dealing with the current crisis."
A trace of unwillingness flashed in Bei Zhao Eng's eyes, but he didn't say much.
The elders of the four great families looked at each other with a smile in their eyes.
It is indeed correct to prevent Emperor Xu from having an accident. It is better not to break the situation of the four great dynasties. Otherwise, there will be variables in the pattern of Buzhou, which will not be good for them.
In particular, they still tried their best to win over the Demon Lord. The relationship between Emperor Xu and the Demon Lord is no longer a secret. Zhuge is still by the Demon Lord's side. Although they do not stand on Emperor Xu's side, they guarantee Emperor Xu's Life can still be done.
The elders of the Three Great Fields sat cross-legged above the void without saying a word, as if they didn't care about the tit-for-tat scene in front of them.
Immediately, they all looked down.
As far as the eye can see, the arrows are all shocked, and they all fall to the ground like rain.
The General of the Underworld Army looked darkly into the clouds, one after another of Yin Qi came out of nowhere and adhered to the surroundings of Jinxian. As soon as the sun shone, all the Jinxians only felt hot all over, as if they were about to be scalded.
Laiji's expression tightened: "This is the source of sunshade, everyone be careful."
As soon as they heard the words of Liao Ji, the souls of the monks were almost scared away.
They have all heard the name of the shade, it is simply something that makes life worse than death.
If you have to care about everyone's impression of the sunshade, it will be like being killed by Emperor Xu 80 times in a fantasy, making life insane.
Everyone's mind became tense, causing Jun Cong and Shen Jiulu's faces to change greatly.
They all knew that Rong Xian had been poisoned by the sunshade when she was in Xiaoqianjie. For Rong Xian's sake, they searched for the information of the sunshade.
Their first reaction was to find Xiaoxian and protect her.
Xiaoxian is so kind and weak, what should she do if she is frightened.
Then, they're ready to first — save their lives.
At this moment, Zhao Hu grabbed the clothes of the two of them violently, pulling them and preparing to run.
"Zhao Hu, what are you doing?" Ling Juncong wanted to pull his sleeves back from Zhao Hu's hands.
Pulling and pulling, not pulling, making Juncong's face black.
Zhao Hu hurriedly said: "Don't worry, you are acquainted with Your Majesty, and I will definitely save your lives."
Just as he was speaking, a spear descended from the sky exuding a strong Yin Qi, stabbing straight at Shen Jiulu.
Shen Jiuliu hid his figure, but did not dodge.
Oops, got caught.
With a muffled sound, the spear penetrated his shoulder and flew into the distance, stabbing three monks to death in a row.
Shen Jiulu: "..."
Shen Jiulu stretched out his hand to cover his shoulders, his face was extremely pale, and the red blood on his hands stained his white clothes.
Then, he looked at Zhao Hu with a blank face and said, "Can you spare my clothes?"
Zhao Hu's hand seemed to be scalded and quickly let go.
Seeing that Shen Jiulu was injured, Zhao Hu said embarrassingly, "I didn't mean to."
Ling Jun jumped from his eyelids and said anxiously, "You also let me go."
Zhao Hu didn't dare to pull anyone now, but before he could let go, Ling Juncong hurriedly pulled him backwards.
Unpredictable Zhao Hu let go of his hand, Ling Juncong used too much force and fell backwards.
Surrounded by spears and arrows, the moment he was about to fall, he slapped the ground with the palm of his hand and took advantage of his strength to fly.
Ling Juncong turned somersaults in mid-air and heaved a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, I didn't fall, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.
A 'whoosh' sounded like a sonic boom of something piercing the air.
Ling Jun jumped in his heart, and before he had time to hide, he subconsciously let go of his strength and fell straight from the air.
He fell to the ground with a grimy face, and he was stabbed in his stomach by a sharp stone on the ground without noticing, and he was splattered with blood.
He turned over and covered his stomach and looked up, only to see a dagger wrapped in a powerful force swiftly heading not far away.
The dagger stabbed at Shen Jiulu.
Shen Jiuli's pupils shrank, enduring the injury on his shoulder, sword energy swayed all over his body, only confronting the dagger for a moment, and the dagger then suddenly accelerated and pierced through Shen Jiulu's sword energy defense.
"Hurry up." Seeing that Shen Jiulu was in danger, Zhao Hu immediately threw the iron rod he just picked up in his hand.
The iron rod hit the dagger, and the strength of the two collided with each other. Obviously, the strength of the iron rod was not comparable to that of the dagger.
The iron rod fell straight to the ground and hit Shen Jiulu's feet, and Shen Jiuli's face was twisted in pain.
He subconsciously raised his foot, and the dagger flew out directly rubbing his thigh.
Shen Jiuliu's legs trembled, and he fell to his knees, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
Almost, he can be qualified for the position of eunuch, entering the palace to serve Xiaoxian.
As the only person among the three without a halo, Shen Jiulu can be said to have suffered many disasters.
Fortunately, he still has the blessing of luck under Yu Guocm's centimeter to avoid death, but it is not easy.
And Ling Hongyun can't get good luck now, and the whole person is neither handsome nor handsome.
He covered his stomach with a gloomy face and stood up without making a sound. After all, it was too humiliating to fall from the sky.
And the unlucky Shen is no exception. He almost died, and his face was really ashen.
The only safe Zhao Sao looked at this and then at the other, frowned and said, "Can't you all be quiet and low-key? How can I explain to Your Majesty if your life is not safe?"
Two people: "..." They don't carry the pot.
The people below are fighting hard, and above the sky above their heads, if one looks up, they can find a huge eye, slowly rolling the eyeball, as if monitoring something, and as if just staring at this farce indifferently. .
The giant eyes paused on Zhao Hu and the three of them, and slowly dissipated.
On a distant barren slope, Rong Xian, leaning against a tree and closing his eyes, flashed purple energy between her brows, and the circle beads that kept spinning in her consciousness stopped.
She slowly opened her eyes, and the corner of her mouth slowly raised a schadenfreude smile.
Then, she hypocritically sighed: "When people are unlucky, they are really stuck in their teeth when they drink cold water."
Zhao Hu: I'm sorry, but I won (～￣▽￣)～
(End of this chapter)