Wu Que did not think about saving everyone. He wanted to save Su Xin. He had the confidence to rescue Su Xin from ten thousand enemies. This is his old job - a killer!

He took off his robe to make himself lighter; he moved between dawn and night, his body moved, and a sword flashed, and the damn heads had fallen to the ground, and the damn person who should not have felt a gust of wind blowing beside him, and he was completely unaware of anything.

He first went to Zixingyuan, where there were no less than two or three hundred corpses, including men and women, old and young. At this moment, two people were carrying the corpses and pulling them in a carriage. The ticked blood drew a red line along the ground. The red line was then dispersed by the rain, and it rippled into a "blood river".

The bloody storm in Buddhism was particularly exciting. At least Wu Que thought so. He raised his knife and fell from the eaves of the house and landed accurately on the carriage transporting the body.

There were two people driving the car to transport the corpse, one was fat and the other was thin.

"I asked if you can drive the horse well," the thin man turned around, but found that the fat man had no head on his neck, his posture was well-positioned and the blood had not splattered out.

The thin man was frightened and wanted to turn around but a knife was placed on his neck. Wu Que said coldly: "In such a dawn murderous intent, killing two more people is just digging two more holes - do you want to die?"

The thin man swallowed his saliva and said tremblingly: "I...I don't want to die..."

"Why do you have to work for the Huns when you are a Han Chinese?" Wu Que asked.

The thin man cried and said, "We were originally a friend in the temple, so... we had no choice but to force it. The Huns said that as long as we are willing to surrender, we will spare us... Please spare us, please spare us!"

"Oh? Then do you know the situation outside the temple?" Wu Que asked again.

The thin man said, "I know, this is the third time we pulled the body. The first time we went out, there was no dispute outside. The second time we went out, and the war broke out, and there were no less than a hundred corpses lying there, mostly women from the Peacock Tower. It can be seen that the Huns and Turks won."

Wu Que frowned and asked again: "Where are the guests of the Peacock Tower? Have you retreated?"

The thin man shook his head and said, "If they didn't see them retreat, they seemed to have no way out. Now they are trapped in the Long Lantern Hall and guarding the dead..."

Wu Que brows deeper: "There are at least two or three thousand guests in Peacock Tower. Didn't they try to break through?"

The thin man sighed: "Now the foreigners are determined to eat this Tongming Temple. First, there were only three or four thousand people attacked, and then the Turks transferred two or three thousand more. In addition, the outlaws they bought, there were more than seven thousand people. The Peacock Tower was outnumbered and they could only be trapped in the temple in a dilemma."

Wu Que pondered for a moment, and with a wave of the knife, he cut off the thin man's head - maybe he told him that the truth should not be killed, but he committed adultery and treason for the country to kill the nine clans!

He bounced the blood beads on his hand, turned his knife back to the sheath, picked up the hat on the ground, got on the carriage, and rode his horse toward the outside of Tongming Temple.

...

When the temple approached, heavy rain suddenly poured. The two carriages carrying corpses were like a pack of "spices", and they would spread the smell of blood everywhere. No one liked this smell, so they were unobstructed all the way.

"Hey, do we want to take those little nuns into the house? What if it rains so heavily? What should we do if we get sick?"

"Then you go and ask the prince for instructions?"

"I won't go. The prince is enjoying the beauty at this moment. If he disturbs his charm now, I will die."

"Oh... the prince is really. Look at these nuns, you're afraid that they are all young ones? Just take care of yourself and don't let us go to the point of being dirty!"

"You kid dares to fight the nun's idea? Are you afraid of being punished by God?"

"Hmph! This place of birds has no meat or drink, and women can't see much. Now it's delivered to the door, and I care about what her identity is? As long as I unload the fire, everything will be easy!"

"Then you still have to hold it in a while. Not to mention the nuns in this temple, we are still trapped in a group of women from the Peacock Building in the west. Those guys are called women. When you win this battle, you can choose which one you want!"

"Hahaha--"

"Hahaha--"

The laughter came to an abrupt end, and his heads rolled to the ground. The heavy rain washed away the blood on the knife, and Wuque dismounted the horse and moved the two corpses onto the carriage. He heard a lot of information and killed many people along the way. The corpses on the carriage were almost piled up into mountains.

There is a horse path next to the gate of the Buddhist temple, which is dedicated to carriages. Follow the horse path and walk a long downhill. After leaving the small gate, you will find the entire Tongming Temple.

Outside Tongming Temple, it seemed that the soul was cut off by heavy rain. The Qilin and lion on the Thousand-Levels of the Futuan seemed to have lost its majesty. The twelve towering incense pillars could no longer burn incense. The corpse carts came in the Wuque, and the bloody smell instantly offset the only little incense... Hundreds of monks and nuns in the temple were meditating under the merit monument. In the heavy rain, they recited scriptures and mantras, one to save the dead souls, and the other to pray for the merits of Datongming Temple without regrets. But what is ridiculous is that the name Hu Yanxi was still engraved with a golden pen on the merit monument...

There were 180 hardcover Turkic people holding swords to watch over the road, and countless Huns guarded them along the road. Wuque glanced at the group of monks and nuns, and there was no Su Xin he wanted to find.

There are three roads, one in the middle and one out, one on the left, one on the left, and the one on the right leads to the Long Lantern Hall guarded by the Peacock Tower.

The road on the right was constantly deploying troops for the next attack. The Huns and Turks set up their familiar private rooms together, and they looked like mushrooms growing in the rain.

Wuque knew that Su Xin and Hu Yanxi were inside, and it was urgent to save people.

The grass on both sides of the avenue was about meter high, and the tent buns they built were along the edge of the grassland. Wuque drove the carriage a little further away, pretending to unload the corpses into the grass, and while the guardian was not paying attention, he flew into the grass and groped towards the tent buns step by step!

The heavy rain broke the soul, and the dark clouds in the sky pushed dawn to breathe. At such a moment, such a day, I fought for a night last night, and everyone was tired at this time. There were few guards outside the tent, and even if there were, I was wearing a hat and wearing rain boots, hiding under the eaves and dozing off.

The right time, place, and people all take over. What reason is there to prevent him from saving people?

He flew into the grass with his knife in his arms like a swallow, rolled around on the ground, and then quietly landed outside a tent. There was a snoring sound in the tent. The Huns slept so hard that they could not sleep. His steps were faster and more casual, with the purpose of the tallest tent in the center!

After a few steps, he came to the main camp. He first cut a small mouth with a knife and went in to visit him with his eyes - he only looked at a tiger-skin bedding, and there was a woman in a monk's robe lying on the bed, either someone else or Su Xin!

Wu Que was shocked, but reason was with him. He first lay outside the tent and watched the changes.

Before he realized that it was already dawn and the rain was reduced. Finally, he saw Hu Yanxiu walking into the main camp with laughter. Hu Yanxiu had wine red face and staggering gait. He seemed to be drunk.

"Hehe, the beautiful lady in the heart, wouldn't it be pleasant to recite any sutras and Buddhas? "

Hu Yanxi untied his pocket and turned over to the bed without hesitation. Just as he was about to do something light, Su Xin suddenly jumped out of the bed, and then the bottle of "heroes should bow their heads" held in his hand suddenly spilled on Hu Yanxiu!

'A hero must bow his head.' A fingernail can make a man become a eunuch, let alone Su Xin sprinkled a bottle?

Hu Yanxiu hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, but he accidentally inhaled a lot. He gritted his teeth, his heart was shocked and his life under his crotch seemed to be shrinking inward bit by bit.

"Stupid girl!" He was furious, not drunk, he raised his hand and slapped Su Xin back to the bed with a "splash"!

Wu Que was furious and was about to get on, but Su Xin suddenly shouted: "Wu Que, please leave quickly, don't fall into their trap!"

Hu Yanxiu covered his face with his hands and his crotch with his hands, and shouted in pain: "Hurry! He is nearby, don't let him escape!"

Wu Que twitched his lips. If he had used his knife at this moment, he would have to die. But if he entered the tent, he would have never been able to get out again... He hesitated for a few breaths and turned around and left rationally. Now Hu Yanyou is aborted, Su Xin will definitely be used as a bargaining chip. At least her personal safety is unsuccessful...

It turns out that heroes can not succeed in saving beauty every time, but they will still make people fall into it. For a moment, the entire sleeping military camp seemed to wake up from a dream!

The whole army was moving, noisy, and the generals and the Huns warriors gathered together Turkic people to seal the entire military camp, and Wu Que Yanran had nowhere to hide!

"I really admire you when I go to the meeting alone. Nowadays, warriors like you are rare among the Han people." The general was arrogant. Although he praised him in his words, he kept shaking his head. He said, "It's a pity that the level of war is far higher than what you call the world. No matter how powerful a world is, the world is, it is impossible for a world of war to fight against thousands of troops with one person."

Wu Que faced coldly with his eyebrows, and waved his sword in front of his eyes. His cold eyes sounded the same as the cold light on the sword. He said, "If I die today, I will take five hundred people away!"
Chapter completed!