Over there, Gu Mang and the national teacher were fighting fiercely, but Murong Lian didn't stand still. He took the kit and retreated to where Mo Xi was with his entourage.
The distance from the main city gate to the north of the city was not too far, but at this time the war was raging, and there were cultivators from the Liao Kingdom obstructing it, and Murong Lian's escape was not smooth.
The two sides were fighting with masters. The monks brought by the national master were all the most terrifying dead warriors in the Liao Kingdom. Although Murong Lian’s men were also elites, they were still stretched thin in front of these top black magic monks. Therefore, when Murong Lian galloped to Xingzilin on the outskirts of the city, the barrier on his body was broken, and most of the accompanying guards were seriously injured and left behind. He did not dare to confront Liaoren again, and could only use the winding and complex terrain of Xingzilin to avoid the pursuit behind him.
"I have long heard that Wang Shu Jun is a waste pustule. It's okay to have no brains, and there is nothing remarkable about the technique. It's really a joke."
The leader of the monk Liaoguo was a female cultivator, and the weapon in her hand was a tanning whip. She swept away from the branches, and the sneering laughter sent by the internal force covered the whole Xingzilin, "Murong Lian, you are also at the end of the road. Where are you going to escape?"
Murong Lian said as he ran, "Your brother, I just like to run around when I have nothing to do. I can handle you."
"Dead duck, it's hard to talk when it's about to die."
"I still have a harder place, would you like to see it?"
"You!" The female cultivator of Liaoguo didn't expect him to be so shameless. After a moment's surprise, her pretty face flushed with anger, and she hurriedly whipped her whip down, "You rascal!"
Murong Lian steered the golden-winged snow horse, narrowly dodged, and sneered, "Missed."
"… "
"Did you miss it on purpose? How are you doing? You don't earnestly complete the task of your family's national teacher, but instead flirt with me here. To be honest, I don't like your type very much, although your face She looks good, but her waist is too thick and her breasts are not big enough."
"Murong Lian! I killed you!!!"
Murong Lian rolled her eyes, "That's why I don't like accepting women as my subordinates. Without a word, I even forgot that what I should do is to win the treasures instead of killing people."
The female nun's face was twisted and she was about to vomit blood: "The old lady can kill and win the treasure!"
"Okay." Murong Lian's eyes were so perfunctory that he wrote lightly, "Baby you are awesome."
The female cultivator shouted angrily "Ah", and hurried to catch up. The rest of the Liao Xiu shouted, "Qiniang calm down!!"
The guard beside Murong Lian shouted, "Lord, be careful!!"
Seeing that the whip was like rain, it rushed over the snowy horse that Murong Lian was riding. But because she was too angry, she rushed extremely recklessly. For Murong Lian, it was easier to dodge than at first.
Murong Lian didn't dare to slack off, so he sped up his speed and galloped, breaking through the mist-filled trees and rushing forward. When he broke through the edge of the apricot forest, he suddenly tightened the reins and shouted: "Get up!"
The golden-winged snow horse suddenly spread its wings in this broad terrain, and the wind whistled under its feathers, and carried its master to the battle point in the north of the city.
Although his flight was fast, Liao's pursuit also turned into a straight line, and several spells were swept across his body, making people seem to be in a cold sweat. As the brightly lit Chengbei Company continued to approach in front of him, the pursuit behind Murong Lian became more and more frantic. Just as he was about to land in front of the Northern Army, Qiniang's vine whip ruthlessly restrained Piaoxuema. The hind hooves slammed violently!
The spirit horse neighed, and Murong Lian fell off the horse in an instant, and fell into the mud and dust in an embarrassed manner.
"Cough... cough cough!"
Before he could stand up, the chasing Liao Xiu had already landed one after another, all eyes flashing with gleams - of course, with the exception of Qi Niangzi, Qi Niangzi not only shone, but also shone with fierce anger.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Look I don't cut your tongue!"
Murong Lian was a naturally arrogant person, and after falling like this, she still sneered and sneered: "What are you cutting for? Do you lick it in the palm of your hand every day?"
Qi Niangzi was so disgusted by him that her pretty face turned green. She was one of the highest-ranking guards in the Liao Army. On weekdays, others wanted to respect her either "sister" or "Qiniang". How did she suffer? With such verbal insults, he immediately rushed to chop him to pieces.
However, at this time, the two guards accompanying Murong Lian also burst out of the forest. Seeing that the Lord was in critical condition, they hurried past them. When Qi Niangzi was about to smash down, they formed a formation to block in front of Murong Lian.
"Lord, let's go!"
"Run away!"
Murong Lian got up from the ground with a cough. His previous combat power was not like this, but in the past few years, he has been sucking the floating life like a dream, and his spiritual power has been eroded and damaged to the extreme. He glanced at the two of them, turned around and wanted to run back to the camp with the Qiankun sack in his hand, but before he took two steps, there was a burst of sweetness in his lungs, and he leaned over and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His escort was originally at the end of the line and could not stop him. He could only delay Murong Lian's escape, but no one expected that Murong Lian's smoke disease would attack at this time.
He only heard a "bang" explosion, the formation of light was suddenly burst, and the two guards fell to the ground with serious injuries, and the Liao Kingdom Demon Xiu attacked him again!
Murong Lian fell to the ground, his pale face mottled with blood, he scolded secretly, with a half mark on his fingertips, determined to give it a shot. But at this moment, a heavy wall of red fire fell from the air, slashing hard before Liao Xiu!
It moved suddenly, and the clouds gathered in an instant.
But seeing that the fire wall rolled up the hunting storm, the blurred orange-gold sparks splashed everywhere, and above the fire wall, a man in a black robe stood up against the wind, with a horizontal stick on the flame.
"...Xi Hejun..."
Mo Xi stood on the top of the billowing flames, and the scepter of swallowing the sky was polished every inch, only a little bit, and a blazing tongue of flame suddenly vacated behind him, turning into the shape of a swallowing giant whale, illuminating the universe.
"Before the Northern Realm Army, everyone, don't even think about taking a step forward." Mo Xi stared down from a height, the giant whale was swimming and flying behind him - it hadn't dived towards anyone at this moment, but everyone knew the importance of it. Hua Xi and Jun's swallowing the sky is such a terrifying killer move.
Mo Xi said coldly, "That's it."
Qi Niangzi and the others did not answer before they heard the sound of killing. Looking across the raging wall of flames, they could see the dense number of monks from the Northern Border Army following their commander—
Thousands of horses galloping.
In an instant, the situation reversed immediately!
Murong Lian looked back at the Chonghua cultivator who stretched the entire horizon, then turned to look at Mo Xi's back, and finally let out a sigh of relief.
He stretched out his slightly trembling hand due to the onset of smoke sickness, took out from his chest the bag that contained the remnants of the blood beasts, coughed a few times, and said to Mo Xi without being very petition: "… For you. The task you gave him."
Gu Mang had a stigma attached to him. Before the army formation, neither Murong Lian nor Mo Xi could mention his name directly.
But Mo Xi's expression still clearly changed.
Mo Xi asked, "What about others?"
Murong Lian moved her lips, and before she could answer, she heard a cold, ghostly voice spread throughout the night with the technique of amplifying.
"Others are in my hands. Obediently send me the kit you got. Otherwise..."
In the treacherous voice coiled like a vulture, the man in the platinum robe floated over from the night. He pointed his toes and stood firmly on the top of the treetop of the nearest banyan tree, holding a weak and weak Chonghua valet in his hand, who had apparently passed out.
Murong Lian was shocked: Gu Mang? !
Mo Xi was completely bloodless.
It's Gu Mang...
Gu Mang, who had used the slaying move to delay time and had exhausted all his magical energy...
The national teacher licked his lips, he had obviously experienced a fierce battle, his clothes were stained with blood, and there was a deep wound on his shoulder. But through the cover, his eyes are still so cold and calm, he can't say that he is not in a hurry, but he has a very strange calm inscribed in his bones, as if he has experienced waves that ordinary people have never experienced before.
The national teacher said with a smile: "Otherwise, Xi Hejun. I will let you know what it means to regret it."
Mengze also came with her Chiling Camp at this time. She was wearing a black and gold embroidered python robe with a narrow waist and black hair tied up high, and tens of thousands of people followed behind her. Seeing such a confrontation, she said in astonishment, "What's going on?"
Mo Xi pursed his lips and did not answer her. He never took his eyes off Gu Mang for even half an inch, and the scepter in his palm became more and more blazing.
When the national teacher saw that his ultimate move was about to start, he lifted Gu Mang, turned a dagger and pressed it against Gu Mang's neck, and then smiled sweetly: "Oh, do you want to do it? You want to be faster than my knife, Or is your spell fast?"
Mo Xi said: "You let him go!"
"It's easy to talk about." The national teacher said lazily, "What's the use of him staying in my hands? All I want is that kit. You give me things, and I'll give you people, a fair deal. Don't say Is he not worth the price in your eyes?"
The surroundings gradually became quieter, and the commanders and soldiers all stared silently at the extremely eerie situation in front of them.
No wonder they were strange. They followed Xi and Jun to fight in the north and south for so many years. Whether Wang Shujun or Liaoguo national teacher, or their stepfather, everyone seems to be playing a riddle.
What kit
What is the identity of this captured valet
Why can the national teacher use him alone to coerce Xi and Jun to make concessions
Gradually, thousands of horses scrambled together, and the battlefield filled with cultivators was terribly silent. Almost all eyes were drawn towards these people, waiting for Mo Xi's response.
The national teacher used the sharp knife of the dagger to stick to Gu Mang's face, and raised the sagging head. The mask covering Gu Mang's face was already stained with blood, and the national teacher said, "Xihe-Jun, how long do you think he can last in this state? Obediently present me the treasure in your hand. Don't. When the time comes to wait for someone to die, you will regret it too much!"