Outside Demon Castle, the camps of the seven major factions.
"Did you hear that?" Dongfang Yun asked the servant beside me.
The attendant was startled and frowned, "What did you hear?"
Dongfang Yun I made a gesture to silence him: "Listen, it's the sound of drums."
The attendant pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a long time. Finally, he heard the faint sound of drums. He rushed out of the tent. The family disciples around him were hurriedly packing up their weapons. He asked hurriedly, "What happened?"
"The gate of the Demon City is open, they... they rushed out!" said a passing disciple in panic.
"Killed them?" The attendant was stunned, "How is it possible..."
"I had expected this to happen." Dongfang Yunye also walked out of the tent. "With Mo Wen's personality, he certainly wouldn't hide in Demon City forever. I just didn't expect him to make a choice so quickly. It seems that the news that Bai Jile wanted to execute Xie Kanhua has already spread to Demon City."
"The seven major factions are besieging Demon Castle. If they open the city gates and fight head-on, will they have a chance?" the attendant asked in confusion.
"Of course there is a chance. If the seven major sects put all their efforts, then Demon City will fight to the death. Unfortunately, the seven major sects all have their own ulterior motives, and no one wants to fight to the death with Demon City. What everyone wants is Su Baiyi." Dongfang Yunwo sighed softly, "Let's go. Let the young disciples of the sect guard the camp, and then summon the Thirteen Eagles to accompany me to the battlefield."
The attendant asked in confusion: "Since none of them are going to use their full strength, then why should we send out the Thirteen Eagles who have the strongest martial arts?"
“Just think of it as going to meet Mo Wen.” Dongfang Yunwo smiled, “Bai Jile is very good at calculating people’s hearts, but there is one thing he didn’t calculate this time, that is, Demon City is not the Tianmen Holy Sect. Compared to the Tianmen Holy Sect that has been slandered as a demon sect, Demon City is the real evil sect!”
"Are these the seven major sects?" Outside the gate of Demon City, Ye Huo wiped the blood off the sword, "It seems a little vulnerable."
"This is what is called a famous and upright sect." Xiao Sheng kicked an upright disciple who was attacking him away, and flipped the scroll in his left hand. "The truly powerful people are hiding in the back, calculating their own pros and cons, and sending a group of young disciples who are inexperienced in the world to die."
Ling Ran landed beside Xiao Sheng, swung the double blades in his hands heavily, and the blood on them fell to the ground: "It's meaningless."
"Do you see that sedan chair?" Ah Dou played with the dice in his hand. "It's a green dragon sedan chair. Inside is the head of Shanglin Palace, Old Man Long."
"Who dares to challenge that sedan?" Yan Xiaotang said with a smile, "I will give him ten bottles of Spring Breeze Pills."
"Very sexy." Niutou raised his eyebrows.
"But we are not stupid." Horse-Faced Man shook his head and sighed.
"That old man is waiting for the city lord." Niu Tou raised his eyebrows.
"Ten nights of spring breeze cannot buy a lifetime of freedom." Horse-Faced Man sighed.
"The man next to the sedan chair." Xiao Sheng put away the scroll in his hand.
"The second owner of Fusheng Zuimeng Tower." Gu Ye said with a smile, "I am confident that I can pierce his soul with one arrow."
"I remember that you usually give in before the fight even starts. Why are you suddenly so confident today?" Zhao Xia Qiu glanced at him.
"I don't know why, but at this moment I feel so heroic, it reminds me of the arrow I shot that year that pierced the head of that bastard prince." Gu Ye pulled the bowstring to its full extent, smiled slightly, and the long arrow shot out into the air.
"This is Gu Ye's arrow." Mr. Long, who was sitting in the sedan chair, said quietly.
"Yes, it has the power to pierce the clouds." Bai He nodded. The long arrow instantly attacked him, but he did not move at all. When the long arrow approached his forehead, he gently called out, "Stop."
The momentum of the arrow was blocked instantly. The arrowhead was still spinning violently in the same place, but it could not get any closer.
Bai He called out softly again: "Lose."
The long arrow fell to the ground. From a distance, apart from the white shirt of Bai He fluttering for a moment, this arrow that pierced the clouds did not bring any effect.
Gu Ye put away his longbow awkwardly: "As expected of you, you are the second floor master of Fu Sheng Zuimeng Tower."
"I still like the you who always says he can't beat you." Adou yawned.
Bai He stood beside the dragon sedan chair and said quietly, "When does Mr. Long plan to take action?"
“When Mo Wen makes a move, I will take action as well.” Mr. Long replied.
Bai He sighed softly: "What if Mo Wen never leaves the city?"
"Then I'll wait here." Mr. Long said calmly.
"If we keep waiting, many of our young disciples will die," Bai He replied.
“Let them die. The four major families and Daze Mansion are targeting us to go to Shanglin Tiangong for a bloody battle. It doesn’t make sense for them to take advantage from behind.” Mr. Long stroked the jade ring in his hand.
"Someone will always be able to break this deadlock." Bai He said slowly.
"Then I will wait for them to break it. I am a very patient person. For example, I have been waiting to kill Mo Wen for twenty years." Mr. Long closed his eyes.
Bai He smiled and was about to speak, but suddenly he felt a terrible breath coming from behind him. He turned his head and asked, "Master Dongfang?"
Dongfang Yunwo was dressed in black, walking to the front, followed by thirteen knights wearing armor and holding spears. He walked in front of Bai He and said slowly, "I think some things have to be done by someone. I am not talented, but I am willing to be the forerunner."
"I've heard that among the four major families, the head of the Dongfang family has the most magnanimous demeanor. From what I've seen today, it seems that the rumors are true." Bai He praised.
Dongfang Yun smiled and said, "There is no such thing as the best in temperament. It's just that what I believe in is different from you."
"Oh?" Bai He's expression changed slightly.
"I believe that all the conspiracies and tricks are not as good as the real bloodshed." Dongfang Yunwo suddenly whispered, "Fire your guns!"
The thirteen warriors raised the silver spears in their hands at the same time.
"Go." Dongfang Yunwo waved his long sleeves, and thirteen knights rode their horses and galloped towards the Nine Evils of Demon Castle at the same time.
"These people seem to be different from the ones just now." Zhao Xia Qiu said in a deep voice.
"The Dongfang family and the Thirteen Eagles are good opponents." Xiao Sheng sat down cross-legged and read the book in his hand. "The enemy has a backup plan, so I won't attack for now."
"He looks very difficult to deal with. I'm afraid I am no match for him." Gu Ye raised his longbow, his hands trembling slightly.
"Very good, that's right." Adou took out a blood-red sickle, "I'm a little excited."
On the wall of Demon City, Su Baiyi clenched his fists: "When will we leave the city?"
"Look carefully at Yan Xiaotang." Mo Wen said in a deep voice.
Su Baiyi looked down and saw Yan Xiaotang sitting in a wheelchair, not moving a single step. Next to him sat Xiao Sheng.
"Boss Xiao is protecting him?" Su Baiyi was stunned.
"Our goal is not to defeat them, but to get you to leave here and go to Shanglin Palace." Mo Wen said with a smile, "Although I am a war-loving person, I am not a war-obsessed person. When the moon rises, it will be time for you to leave."