The nights in Daxia are a bit dark, it is difficult to see the stars, and they seem to be dyed with a touch of blood.

This land has been devastated by war. Seven of the eight border gates are in flames, with corpses strewn across the fields and rivers of blood. The worst is the northern border gate, where the city walls have been broken and countless soldiers from the Black Dragon Dynasty have invaded Daxia.

Mountains and rivers are broken.

Blood mist filled the air.

It is a stretch of majestic mountains, with mountains and mountains on top of each other, like a giant dragon lying on the ground. The ancestors named it: Canglong Mountain has stood for endless years and is ancient. Now, it is also stained with blood. The army of the Black Dragon Dynasty has

Surround this place.

"The warrior who captures the dragon will be crowned king immediately."

Howls like this resound infinitely in all directions.

These words were like a curse, driving the army of the Black Dragon Dynasty to attack Canglong Mountain like crazy. This was because the emperor of Daxia was among them. A dragon warrior might be weak, but he was the king of a dynasty, so it was of great significance.

Just imagine what a blow it would be to Daxia if Long Zhan were captured.

"If you want to fight, then come."

In the mountains, there were reports of violent drinking.

This is the battle of dragons, standing majestically on the top of the mountain.

He is a man and a staunch lord. He has gone through countless bloody battles. His armor is in tatters and his golden cloak is stained with blood. Since the founding of Daxia, he should be the first emperor to go on the battlefield.

Because of him, the Great Xia Yulong Army guarding the northern border was so powerful that it set a new historical record. Under the fierce attack of the enemy, it was able to hold out for more than half a year. The emperor of the Black Dragon Dynasty was furious and mobilized millions of troops.

After forcibly breaking through the border, the military strength was greatly disparity. The Yulong Army was defeated all the way and was surrounded by Canglong Mountain.

"Your Majesty, break out!"

Commander Yu Long is also here. He has said this many times. Although he knows that there is little hope, the Great Xia Yulong Army will fight to the death to fight a bloody path for the emperor. Victory and defeat are commonplace for military strategists. When the Dragon War returns to the imperial capital, it will make a comeback in the future.

It can be known.

"I'm not leaving."

Long Zhan smiled tiredly, his eyes were firm, he had no intention of going back after he came.

This determination is also shared by the officers and soldiers of the Yulong Army. It should be an obsession, an obsession to protect the family and the country.

"The warrior who captures the dragon will be crowned king immediately."

The hissing and yelling happened again from all directions.

If Canglong Mountain were a city, then the Black Dragon Dynasty's army was attacking the city right now. The black figures were like a black tide, swallowing up every inch of land.

war!

The Imperial Dragon Army fought hard, holding on to the mountain peaks and fighting to the death. Even if they were surrounded, their combat effectiveness was overwhelming. Even every step forward by the Black Dragon Dynasty army had to pay the price in blood.

They are not without reinforcements.

I don't know how many people rushed to the border to help, and they were on their way to kill them.

Among them, Zhao Yun and Long Fei were included.

They had been running for half a month since they left the imperial capital. They stood on their flying mounts and looked north with all their eyes. They could vaguely see the bloody fire. Listening carefully, they seemed to be able to hear the shouts of killing.

"Father, hold on."

Concubine Long's eyes were filled with tears, and the killing sword in her hand was buzzing and trembling.

Zhao Yun said nothing and looked at the sky all the way, looking at the stars, hoping that there would be thunderstorms in the next few days.

However, there was no sign.

He was hopeful, hoping that there would be thunder and lightning without warning.

Otherwise, this battle will be fierce.

"You leave first, I will catch up as soon as possible."

Zhao Yun closed his eyes, then changed direction and went to a group of mountains.

The dragon concubine said nothing and used the speed talisman again, like a ray of light across the sky.

Zhao Yun was not slow and entered the forest.

After him, there was another black shadow chasing after him. Judging from the figure, she should be a woman. She was covered in black robes. She could not see the dignity, but her breath was erratic, making people unconsciously think that it was a woman wandering in the darkness.

ghost.

Entering the forest, she suddenly stopped.

It's not that I stopped chasing him, it's that Zhao Yun was nowhere to be found.

"Follow me, who are you from?"

Behind him, Zhao Yun carried Long Yuan and walked out of the darkness.

The black-robed woman turned around, and in her hand was a slender sword, shining with a strange light, "The Holy Son of Tianzong is indeed worthy of his reputation."

As she finished speaking, she suddenly disappeared.

Reappearing, she was behind Zhao Yun and struck with a sword.

"Rashomon." Zhao Yun said in his heart, he was extremely sensitive to the aura of Rashomon assassins.

Zheng!

The sword has arrived.

He stepped sideways, easily dodged it, and casually tore off the opponent's black robe.

Only then did he see the true appearance of the other party. She was indeed a woman, and she was also a woman with a peerless appearance. In terms of beauty, she was definitely not inferior to the imperial concubine. In terms of temperament, she and the imperial concubine had their own merits. One was graceful and luxurious, while the other was cold and stunning.

, standing under the moon, also has, on cultivation.

This girl is a little bit evil.

It's obviously a quasi-heaven realm, but it still has the aura of heavenly martial power.

"Master of the Rashomon Sect?" Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.

This guess seems unreliable.

The master of the Rashomon Sect is a genuine Tianwu Realm. He should not be so weak. There is no need to assassinate him. He can definitely fight head-on.

"Where is the ghost-faced Yama?" the woman in black robe said calmly.

Zhao Yun remained silent and continued to scan the other person up and down.

After a few moments, he replied, "I'm a guest at my house."

Fortunately, the ghost-faced Yama is not here, otherwise he would have yelled loudly, and all the guests in your house would hang them on a tree?

His words sounded a bit funny to the woman in black robe.

Feeling that she was being tricked, she took action again. Her ghostly movements were even weirder than before. She was obviously attacking from the front, but her sword was thrust from behind Zhao Yun. This was extremely fast and also

Or, it is the secret method of space.

Zhao Yun did not move.

It wasn't until the killing sword stabbed him that he turned his head for a moment and avoided the fatal blow.

The woman in black robe stabbed the air with her sword and tried to fly away. This was the instinct of an assassin.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun was faster and grabbed his wrist before the other party could pull away.

After all, it was a... not very beautiful move for a woman. Such a beautiful girl was stunned by this guy, and drew a beautiful arc in mid-air.

boom!

The woman in black robe landed on the ground with a thud.

No blood was seen, nor was she vomiting blood, but it turned into a wisp of mist in an instant.

"Clone?"

Zhao Yun was shocked when he saw this.

Yes, this was a clone. It was precisely because it was a clone that he was horrified. You must know that he had clairvoyance, but he had not noticed it before. Even the clone was so strong, how terrifying his true form must be.

Is it possible that he is really the master of Rashomon?

Zhao Yun didn't think much and went straight to the north to chase the dragon concubine.

It was not difficult to see that he looked ugly, and he seemed to have been targeted by the master of the Rashomon Sect.

This time it’s a clone, maybe next time it’s the real person.

"Ji Hen."

In an underground palace thousands of miles away, there was a faint voice.

The speaker was a woman. She was sitting on the altar, meditating quietly. When she said the word "Ji Hen", she slowly opened her eyes. Her beautiful eyes were clear, but cold, and there was no trace of human emotion.

She is the head of Rashomon.
To be continued...