When the turmoil in the temple was gradually put down, Ryukaku Peak in the western suburbs was still in the middle of a chaotic war because it was too far away from Kyoto.
Shangguan Wangxuan knew the strategic nature of Longjiao Peak, that is, the Dongfang Longqi must not be allowed to leave this mountain.
Otherwise, if Dongfang Longqi is allowed to mobilize the Yanwu Army, their operation will inevitably fail quickly.
Therefore, Shangguan Wangxuan mobilized a number of men and horses almost equal to those who went to the temple. Even if they could not capture Longjiao Peak, they still had to hold back Dongfang Longqi.
Therefore, even though the children of the Dongfang family are brave and fearless, they are gradually unable to withstand the steady flow of ancient people.
The battle that was originally stalemate on the mountainside also lasted for too long, and the Dongfang family's physical strength gradually became exhausted.
Dongfang Ningyun's face was already covered in blood, and she couldn't tell whether it was her own or the enemy's.
She waved red leaves so many times that her tired hands almost lost consciousness.
My vision blurred for a while, and my mind kept feeling dizzy due to the overdraft of strength.
"Girl, step back first!"
Dongfang Longqi saw Dongfang Ningyun's situation and immediately shouted at her.
But Dongfang Ningyun gritted her teeth and said, "Grandpa, I, I can still persist!"
Suddenly, Dongfang Ningyun was accidentally slashed on the arm by an ancient tribesman from the side during the chaos.
"hiss-"
Dongfang Ningyun was in pain. She couldn't hold the red leaf in her hand tightly and took it out.
"Kill her!"
When the surrounding ancient tribesmen saw Dongfang Ningyun's flaw, they immediately surrounded her with murderous intent.
"Oops!"
Dongfang Longqi quickly ordered other disciples to go to support, but the ancient tribe also saw the important position of Dongfang Ningyun, and desperately dragged the other Dongfang family disciples away, preventing them from having a chance to support.
"Are you going to die?"
Dongfang Ningyun stood precariously on the mountain road, watching the ferocious faces getting closer and closer.
He took a gentle breath, and all he could smell in his nose was the smell of blood.
At this moment of life and death, what flashed through Dongfang Ningyun's mind was not her past in the Yanwu Army, nor how many military exploits she had made.
But that time in Bailu City.
He is a young man with a smile that makes people hate him, but who is inexplicably at ease.
She still remembered that when she was transferred back to her family, the first thing she asked Dongfang Longqi was when she could return to Bailu City.
At that time, Dongfang Longqi showed a meaningful smile and joked: "Our little dragon girl has grown up."
Dongfang Ningyun vaguely remembered that she threw away all the cigarettes that Dongfang Longqi had secretly hidden on the mountain that day.
"well"
With a complicated sigh, Dongfang Ningyun slowly closed her eyes, preparing to welcome death.
But at this moment, a familiar voice came to her ears.
"Silly boy, that's not how Hongye Yaki is used."
Dongfang Ningyun suddenly opened her eyes.
At some point, a thin figure stood in front of her.
Her silver hair was fluttering in the strong wind.
Although she was not wearing a battle uniform, there was a trembling aura of the god of war all over her body.
"Auntie!"
Dongfang Ningyun cried out in surprise.
At this critical moment, Dongfang Muxue, the famous female murderer of the Yanwu Army, miraculously appeared on the battlefield.
"Although I am no longer a member of the Dongfang family, I can't bear to see a group of young people running wild in the place where I once lived!"
Dongfang Muxue's sharp eyes swept around, and the temperature in the air dropped a few points instantly.
(End of chapter)