The night is dark and the galaxy is vast.

On the Liuma Plain, the torches were bright, illuminating the midnight sky and also illuminating the camp tents of the Mongolian Tartars in front of the "Jingyan Palace". More than 10,000 elite soldiers were neighing and screaming.

The Tartars were famous all over the world for their cavalry and shooting, and these elite soldiers were not ordinary soldiers. They were all personal soldiers of the Mongolian Han Dynasty. They were all brave soldiers. Even the top masters in the world could only retreat. After all, the manpower was finally exhausted, and no matter how powerful you were, you could be astonishing as the chariot under this iron cavalry, you could withstand several charges.

The big and small roads leading to Jingyan Palace are now blocked by the Mongolian army, and birds are hard to cross. Jingyan Palace has truly cut off contact with the outside world.

The reason for this is that the Mongolian Tartars intend to plan the supreme magical "God of War" in the "Jingyan Palace" and Yue Fei's lifelong hard work "Yue Catalogue", and they want to use this to cut off the chance of the Han people's final struggle.

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Han Gongdu looked at the sky in the distance. If it were the past, he might have the intention to appreciate the charming night view above his head. Unfortunately, when it was at the critical moment of his family and country, his face was a bit gloomy and solemn.

He had secretly invited six martial arts colleagues to discuss this matter. But even with his outstanding reputation and martial arts, he felt a little unsure this time. After all, invitation and being invited are different.

Apart from himself, the second of the three remaining masters of the Taoist sect, Tian Zhuke and the "Spiritual Sect" were on the right track, but he would definitely arrive. The three of them had a long relationship, not to mention that they were all concerned about the world, worried about the country and the people, and would never stand by.

There is also the famous "Ling Duxu" in the world. This person has "Innate Qigong" in his body, it is said that he has reached an unprecedented terrible situation. He is invincible in water and fire, and is the highest in the world. However, this person is wandering around, like a leisurely cloud and wild crane. Whether he can come by the invitation depends entirely on the will of heaven.

In addition, it is the "Double Jue Killing" blue sky. This person has cultivated a terrible hard skill, and his natural divine power is a rare help.

And the number one master of Buddhism, Hengdaotuo, is said to be the first person under the "Supreme Master" Ling Donglai, and is also the most powerful master. Unfortunately, his whereabouts are unknown over the years, so he is even less sure that this person will come.

And this last person is the unpredictable "anti-heaven hand" of ghosts and gods - Li Ling. Legend has it that this person has mastered the way of unity between man and nature and has reached the supreme state of martial arts. However, he has long stopped asking about the world, and whether he can come by the invitation is also a variable.

A total of seven people.

Thinking of this, a strange expression of sadness and smile flashed in his eyes. In such a huge Han world, at such a critical moment, he could only barely gather seven masters. It was really ridiculous and a little sad.

As one of the three masters of Taoism, if there are grudges in the world, he might have compromised and wavered, but this time it was a careless situation, so how could he sit still and wait and retreat even more.

In short, it is imperative.

Half inside and outside, there was the place where everyone made an appointment, a Hujun Mountain Temple.

After watching for a long time, Han Gongdu retreated and walked towards Shanjun Temple. If there was no accident, a great battle would be imminent tomorrow.

In the Shanjun Temple.

There were two people standing there, one was a fat man in a night-riding clothes. Although he was fat, his aura was thick and restrained, just like a mountain peak, and he was a passerby in the "feminine hand". In front of the dusty statue of the Shanjun god, there was another person standing tall and erect, with a very cold breath. The person crossed his back with two pointed spears, one short and one long, and the shortest one was four or five feet. Both spears had a spear, and they could be combined into one, turning into two spears, which was the "Spear Sect" standing upright.

With Han Gongdu, the three of them are the three masters of the world's Taoist sect.

Seeing him in, the three of them looked at each other without saying much. The confidant for many years had already become very familiar with each other and only said two words simply.

"Here you come."

Although the three of them are old friends, they have not seen each other for a long time. I don’t expect that they will meet again in such a situation. The world is really impermanent.

"You guys came so early!"

A voice came from afar. Everyone first heard that the voice was still far away, but before they finished speaking, a tall figure had already stepped into the Shanjun Temple, with a strong temperament and extraordinary appearance.

The visitor was dressed in ordinary clothes and had a face similar to each other, but the breath was so long that it could not be exhaled. It was obviously a top master of qigong.

Among the six people, it must be Ling Duxu.

Seeing this person coming, Han Gongdu was filled with joy, and his depression finally disappeared.

Ling Du waved his hand with a kind expression. "Since it is for the sake of the world, we are loyal to each other, and there is no need to say much."

As soon as he finished speaking, his ears moved.

"Someone is here again!"

Although the four of them did not say anything, they now stood in secret, as if they were waiting for the visitor to appear. If they were to be enemies, they would have to use thunder to kill them.

The man had already arrived at the entrance of the temple, but before he came in, a shocking murderous aura slapped in like a wave of waves, like a storm, causing the four people to work hard to fight each other, and the two extreme auras immediately confronted and fought endlessly in the temple.

"How can you treat guests in this way?"

The man's voice was deep and strong, and the four people who could still speak calmly in this situation were shocked. They looked at each other and knew that they were friends but not enemies, and they all returned together.

The murderous aura outside the temple dissipated like the spring breeze, and a gray man with a crutch on his back walked in. His eyes were exposed and his breath was unrestrained. He looked around and smiled like a bell, "Bikongqing is fortunate to be able to fight side by side with you, and there is no regret in this life."

Just as he was laughing, his face suddenly dissipated, and he shouted loudly, a pair of steel was crooked in his hands, his eyes were already looking at the entrance of the temple, and the murderous aura in his body surged again, and for a moment, whistling like a strong wind, whistling.

Seeing him like this, everyone followed his eyes and was also shocked, but at some point, there was a tall figure standing at the entrance of the temple, standing in the strong wind, his clothes roaring, his feet seemed to have been rooted, and he didn't move. His bright eyes seemed to be glowing, and his light was surging.

Judging from his appearance, this person is about thirty years old.

The few people were shocked. After practicing martial arts to their level, their vigilance was already integrated into their flesh and blood. Anything around them could not escape. However, this person could approach the gods without knowing the knowledge. It was really shocking, and they could not help but be shocked.

"Boy passed on the eagle, my uncle's hand against the sky is Li Ling."

This person seems to be disliked and cherishes words like gold.

But even though he was talking, his eyes swept towards the night side, frowned, as if waiting for something.

Seeing this, the few people felt nervous. Several masters were already invited. If someone came again, they would probably be enemies, not friends.

I kept my mind and waited for a while.

The dull steps finally approached.

But before we could get close, the man seemed to notice the strange atmosphere. The footsteps were actually retreating. Could he be trying to escape?

"Don't let him escape!"

The Bikongqing was the most direct person. She roared and chased towards the footsteps. The people around her also heard the sound. If they were discovered by the Tartars, they might cause variables.

I heard a loud curse sound.

"Damn it, you cripple, I'm really just passing by..."
Chapter completed!