"Khan." Wen Shilan knelt down on one knee and saluted.
The great witch beside He Ruo didn't shy away from it at all, and still stood where he was, with a faint smile on his lips.
Lin Xin stood in the center of the tent, with one hand resting on the hilt of Yanggu's sword, his feet spread apart, his chin slightly raised, and he didn't intend to salute.
"This is Su Su'er's child?" Wu Luolan He Ruo waved her hand, signaling Wen Shilan to get up, staring straight at Lin Xin with eyes as cold as a mountain goshawk.
Barbarians have to grow beards after the age of thirty. The messy beard covered half of He Ruo's face, but it was still difficult to hide his aggressive beauty. Just sitting there casually gives people an invisible sense of oppression.
The overlord of the Northern Desert inherited the Wuluolan Tribe at the age of seventeen, and annexed more than a dozen small tribes with lightning speed. At the age of twenty, Wuluolan became the largest tribe in the Northern Desert. Then ruled over most of the other ministries, and became the Great Khan of the Grassland at the age of twenty-three. After that, he was suddenly seriously injured and could not go to the battlefield. The tribes on the prairie split again, and Wen Shilan was born again to replace He Ruo in the southern and northern wars, and reunified the Northern Desert eight years ago.
The legend of Wu Luolan He Ruo was told all over the country by the storyteller, and he couldn't finish it in three days and three nights.
"Perhaps, I should call you uncle?" Lin Xin said casually, his eyes full of sarcasm. In his opinion, this uncle by blood, like those monarchs who were brave in the early years and fainted in the later years, believed in crooked ways, and he was no longer what he used to be. A person who is willing to sacrifice his own sister to heaven is not worthy of being called a hero at all.
"Traitors and bastards born in Rangan are not worthy of being called Khan like that." The big witch raised his head, revealing that not-so-beautiful face, his eyes were covered with a black cloth, and he didn't know what kind of ghost he was pretending to be.
Wen Shilan looked at He Ruo who was sitting on the throne, as if waiting for his reaction. However, He Ruo didn't say anything, tantamount to acquiescing to the big witch's rhetoric.
"Don't betray the country, are you waiting to be slaughtered by you as an animal to sacrifice to heaven?" Lin Xin was unexpectedly not angry, he opened the Yanggu sword with his thumb, quickly closed it again, and looked at the big witch leisurely.
This lich can spell, don't be provoked by him. Take a step forward, there may be countless red lines waiting to suck blood.
"Youlian," He Ruo raised his hand slightly to stop the big witch from continuing to provoke, and turned to look at Lin Xin, "He is Su Su'er's child, and is Wu Luolan's blood."
The people in the tent spoke Chinese, with occasional words in Hu dialect. These days, Lin Xin also learned a little from Shen Lou, and he could understand it roughly. "Rangan" refers to the Han people, and "Yulian" is about the name of the great witch.
Wen Shilan withdrew her gaze and lowered her head, wondering what she was thinking.
At this time, a soldier outside quickly approached and uttered some nonsense loudly through the door curtain. Wen Shilan immediately raised her head and said a short sentence to He Ruo.
He Ruo nodded, signaling him to hurry up.
Presumably, Shen Lou broke through Eiyang Ridge, and the barbarian army over there couldn't hold on anymore, so they came to ask for help. Wen Shilan took the order and left without looking at Lin Xin as she passed by.
The curtain of Wang's tent was flapped by Wen Shilan, the sunlight penetrated in for a moment and then disappeared, as if there were two worlds inside and outside the tent.
The Yanggu sword embedded with deer glass flew out and floated sideways in the air. Lin Xin was not in a hurry to get down to business. He sat on the radiant scabbard, moved his sore waist, and yawned, "Shen Lou should be calling soon. If you don't sweat the king's tent to North move?"
"Where is the map of Lingkuang?" He Ruo stood up, his eyes were on the same level as Lin Xin's, impatient to gossip with Lin Xin.
When negotiating terms and doing business, whoever speaks first will suffer. Lin Xin raised one leg to support his body: "Where's my mother's ashes?"
The big witch took out the small pot tied with a red string from his robe.
Lin Xin looked at the great witch's pale hand in disgust, but didn't reach out to take it: "Go out, Ben Hou has something to say to Khan alone."
The blood-red lips evoked a hint of sarcasm. Wu Luolan He Ruo took the ashes urn, looked at the big witch and said, "You Lian is my closest person, so don't shy away from him."
closest person...
Lin Xin felt that this was a bit strange, lowered his eyes, and took out the Xinghu stone deer from his sleeve. As soon as the fawn was taken out, bits and pieces of light began to glow in the dim tent.
"You should know that before my father died, he gave me a deer carved with precious stones. Inside the deer is a map." Lin Xin touched the deer in his hand reluctantly.
"Bring it." He Ruo stretched out the hand holding the ashes, and slowly handed it to Lin Xin.
Lin Xin looked at He Ruo's hand, then at the Xinghu Stone in his hand, and slowly approached with the Spirit Sword. Among the more and more bright spots, he exchanged things with He Ruo.
The moment the two hands touched, the Yanggu sword suddenly came out of its sheath, circled behind him, and pierced Wu Luolan He Ruo's chest and abdomen with one sword. The purpose of his coming was not to take his mother's ashes, but to take He Ruo's dog's life!
Everything happened so fast that He Ruo Shang didn't have time to react, not even blinking. It was unexpected for Lin Xin to kill He Ruo so easily, and he always felt that something was wrong.
no blood! There was no blood on the Yanggu sword that came out through the body!
Lin Xin only felt a "buzz" in his head, and immediately turned over and backed up. However, it was too late, several red threads emerged from He Ruo's body, as sharp as steel wires, drawing several wounds on Lin Xin's body with the flick of his fingers. One of them went straight through the collarbone.
"Oh!" Lin Xin snorted in pain, raised his hand to command Yanggu Sword to come back, and cut off the red silk thread from bottom to top.
The sword energy swept over Wu Luolan He Ruo, tore through the clothes in front of him, and raised the ugly beard on his face.
The beards became a ball and flew into the air, fluttering like fallen leaves. He Ruo, who had lost his beard, revealed an extraordinary handsome face. This face is exactly like Lin Xin's, and he is clearly only in his twenties!
When the red thread was separated from the body, He Ruo fell to the ground with a "plop" like a kite with a broken thread. The Xinghu stone deer in his hand rolled down the wooden platform, knocked against the lamppost, and broke the thin deer's leg.
The big witch lifted off his black robe, revealing those silvery eyes.
Numerous red lines rose from the ground, like a cage enveloping Lin Xin. Lin Xin knew very well that these red threads were different from the red threads coming out of He Ruo's body, they were the ones he had seen at palace banquets, once they entered the body, they would interfere with the spiritual veins, making him unable to move.
Lin Xin swung his sword quickly, and his whole body turned into an afterimage, cutting off different red lines at different angles.
"Boom boom boom" the red lines all over his body were broken, and Yanggu was still sucking his soul power, the big witch's footsteps obviously staggered.
His ultimate goal is not the ashes, and the ultimate goal of the great witch is not the spiritual mine. Lin Xin is very clear about this, and he has been on guard for a long time. The Yanggu sword flipped quickly in the palm of the hand and around the body, and the wind surrounded it in all directions, making the red line impenetrable.
"Luoying Sword." The big witch was taken aback.
This is the sword technique of the Lin family in the Eastern Region. The sword rises like falling flowers, and the sword light fills the sky, intersecting into a net. Previously in Treading Snow Cottage, Lin Xin not only learned how to catch fish and birds, but also learned this sword technique from Lin Shujing.
Yang Gu's sword is too fast, with such a huge consumption, the deer glass on the hilt is not dimmed at all. On the other hand, the big witch is already a little unstable.
Such a big movement naturally attracted the attention of the guards outside the tent. The barbarian soldiers asked what happened, but they didn't even dare to lift the curtain.
The big witch responded casually, but it was Wu Luolan He Ruo's voice. I also know that if the soldiers saw that they were sweating profusely like gods, they would have already turned into empty skins, and they might tear this lich alive.
Lin Xin saw his worries, and the hook swallowing machete on his waist suddenly came out of its sheath, roaring towards the keel supporting the tent. With this knife, Wang Zhang will surely break a big hole.
The big witch's face changed suddenly, and he decisively put away the red line that attacked Lin Xin, and turned to chase after the hook. Lin Xin sneered, jumped up, and stabbed the Lich in the back.
Suddenly, the spiritual power stagnated, the wrist became weak, and the swung sword was moving forward, and the hand was no longer in control, and it was separated from the hilt. Lin Xin lowered his head and looked at the small urn hanging on his waist. What was tied to the jar was not Zhu Xingli's careless red string, but many tiny red threads twisted together.
At this moment, those red threads jumped up like living things, got into Lin Xin's arm, and swam quickly through the spiritual veins.
"Ugh..." Lin Xin snorted in pain and fell to the ground.
After catching the big witch who swallowed the hook, he turned around unhurriedly, the silver light in his azure blue eyes was very strange.
"Little boy, you are too young."
The moment before he lost consciousness, Lin Xin saw several red threads coming out from the big witch's left hand and getting into He Ruo's body. The puppet-like He Ruo stood up straight and moved his crackling joints.
Yin Mountain, Evil Yang Ridge.
Shen Yingying drew the mulberry arc bow, and the heavy arrow flew out from the heads of the crowd, piercing through the chest of the barbarian general among the thousands of troops, leading the man more than ten feet away, and nailing him firmly to the mountain wall.
The barbarian army suddenly fell into chaos. At this time, a group of Dayong Xiu soldiers suddenly appeared from the valley behind. This is the elite soldier who was ordered to enter the mountain quietly last night when the marshal was indulging in beauty.
The barbarians who were originally in ambush became the one being ambushed.
"Brother, there's not enough deer glass!" Shen Yingying rushed to Shen Lou's side and shouted loudly.
"Quick battle and quick decision!" Shen Lou pulled out Yu Yuan, and the dazzling sword light broke through the sky.
Seeing the marshal's sword light, the morale of the Dayong army was greatly boosted, and the shouts of killing shook the sky, encircling and exterminating the barbarian army in Eyangling.
"Wen Shilan is here!" Shen Yingying looked up at the sky, took out an arrow, put on the bow, and drew it into a full moon. The big arrow left the string and shot straight to the light spot in the sky.
Even Wen Shilan couldn't have caught Shen Qiuting's arrow, and immediately took the wolf-slaying knife back in his hand, holding the knife horizontally in front of him, and with the force of the fall, it was as good as the arrow passing by. But the second arrow had already arrived and shot straight at his chest.
Instantly sparking five deer glasses, Wen Shilan swung his knife and collided with the big arrow.
"Boom—" a huge crack sounded in the air, shaking the mountains and mountains trembling. Wen Shilan was hit and fell straight to the ground. The Wolf Slashing Knife twirled in the air and caught its master firmly.
Wen Shilan was dressed in rags and was in a state of embarrassment, but she only suffered a little skin trauma.
"Slay the wolf! Slay the wolf!" The barbarians shouted in unison.
Shen Lou jumped up and rushed to fight Wen Shilan, preventing him from commanding the army. The situation in Evil Sun Ridge has become irreversible, and these barbarians are destined to be wiped out.
Wen Shilan is also very clear, but still stubbornly resists, making up her mind to exhaust Shen Lou's deer glass. Even if the barbarian soldiers on this mountain are abandoned, once the deer glass is used up and reinforcements from other departments arrive behind, those who will be surrounded and killed will be mediocre soldiers.
In close combat, blood flowed like rivers. Pushing forward a little bit, the Yong army has already rushed to the end of Eiyang Ridge, and further forward is a flat river, which can directly take Wangting.
However, Luli was exhausted at this moment.
The Xiu soldiers who rushed to the front retreated one after another, and the morale of the remaining barbarians suddenly rose.
Shen Lou frowned, separated from Wen Shilan, rushed to the ground, cut down the barbarian general who was trying to attack Shen Yingying with a sword, grabbed the reins and shouted: "Let's go!"
"I'm not leaving! We're going to win soon!" Shen Yingying shouted unwillingly, took out the last arrow, and shot at the barbarian army. A sword pierced through sixteen people, and finally shot a cavalryman's horse dead.
"Ah!" Shen Yingying swung the sang arc bow unwillingly and smashed the head of a barbarian soldier.
"Yuying! Let's go!" Shen Lou put his arms around his younger sister's waist, and forcibly dragged Yu Yuan up.
At this moment, the southern sky was illuminated by a large piece of spiritual light, no matter whether it was a mediocre army or a barbarian army, they couldn't help but look up.
Thousands of monks came with swords, each with a big burden on their backs. Flying in the front are Feng Zhong and Lin Qu.
"Shen Qingque, this king brought you Luli!" Feng Zhong shouted loudly, took off the burden on his back and shook it off.
A large piece of deer glass of good quality fell all over the ground with a "crash", and was quickly picked up by the repairing soldiers of the mediocre army. Swords and spears were covered with spiritual energy, roaring to join the battle again.
The chariots and horses were too slow, fearing that it would be too late, Feng Zhong, who was being favored by his father, suggested that the monk should send Lu Li to Beimo on his back. The King Qin's army of the left and right Zhong brothers has passed the pass and will arrive in Beijing in a few days. Beijing and China are safe and sound. Emperor Yuan Shuo, who hated the barbarians, nodded immediately.
A large number of deer glasses fell from the sky, and the battle situation turned again.
Wen Shilan's complexion changed drastically. The horn sounded, and the barbarians withdrew.
"Catch up!" Shen Yingying got on her horse, and Feng Zhong grabbed the reins.
"Don't chase after poor bandits." Feng Chongyu persuaded earnestly.
"Go away!" Shen Yingying's eyes turned red, she pulled out the whip and was about to beat him, but Shen Lou grabbed her and pulled her off.
"Go and guard the gate." Shen Lou threw a piece of deer glass to her.
Having just broken through Eiyang Ridge, the most important thing at this moment is to deploy soldiers to defend this fortress and take Eiyang Ridge as their own. Only by cutting off worries can we move on.
Being reprimanded by her elder brother, Shen Yingying finally calmed down, answered "Yes" in a low voice, and took Lu Li to replenish her spiritual power. Turning around to go to the army, he punched Feng Chong casually, tilted his head and said: "I'm sorry about what happened just now, please don't mind your Highness the King of England."
Where is this girl's gesture of apology? Feng Chong opened his mouth, before he could say anything, Shen Yingying had already walked away.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qu rolled his eyes: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but Qiu Ting has become a general. Congratulations."
Shen Lou coughed lightly, not wanting to answer this question.
At the end of the fierce battle, there was a strong smell of blood in the mountains, and the evil spirit lingered in the mountains, attracting dark clouds.
It was going to rain, Shen Lou ordered everyone to go back to the camp, and before they left the mountain, they met Huangge who was speeding towards him.
"Master Hou is gone!" Huang Ge fell to the ground in a hurry, almost kneeling and fell in front of Shen Lou.
"What did you say?" Shen Lou lifted Huang Ge up, "Who is missing? Lin Xin is missing?"
"Master Hou said to go out for a wind at noon, but he disappeared as soon as he went. The subordinates should die," Huang Ge gritted his teeth, his face was covered with sweat. The letter has been delivered!"
Ka Ka Ka Bo -
There was a torrential rain in the mountains, and all mortals and immortals were completely chilled.
"What do you mean? Xinxin went to see the barbarian profusely?" Feng Zhang grabbed Huang Ge's shoulder and asked loudly in the rain.
Shen Lou let go of the Yellow Pavilion and clenched Yu Yuan in his hand, only feeling the coldness of the water vapor from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet.
"Qing Que, you said they wanted to capture my mother to sacrifice to heaven in the early years, and now they want my blood, don't you..."
"If this time, I can't stop the spirit devouring..."
Lin Xin had already guessed it.
He knew that Devouring was made of his blood.
He knew that this battle would never end without destroying the root cause.
He knows that only by using himself as bait can he find the root cause.
Shen Lou pressed his chest and touched the topaz deer through his clothes. His letter is too strong and too smart. So strong that he dared to break into the dragon's lake and tiger's den knowing that it was a dragon's lake and a tiger's den. So smart that even after running around for two lives, he still can't protect her!