"Jun'er, let's go, there's nothing to see."

Xu Nianniang upstairs said, turning around and going downstairs.

Xu Jun wanted to stay and continue to watch until the dust settled, but she understood her father's meaning: Xiahou Zun broke his legs and his strength was greatly damaged, and it was impossible to resist the siege of soldiers and armor. It was only a matter of time before he was killed. The other four mountain warriors had obviously lower martial arts skills than Xiahou Zun. After the war, they each lost their cooperation and assistance, and had already been in a state of trouble and were injured.

Xu Nianniang said it was true. In the village, his force was the best. He would never be at a disadvantage when facing Xiahou Zun alone. He was seriously injured because the other party joined forces.

After a little slower, Xu Jun followed his father's footsteps, took his hand obediently, and went downstairs together.

Just like when Xu Jun was young, he followed his father through the world, traveling around the world, bathing in the rain and blowing the wind. His father was as tall and steady as the sea, and his father was as deep as the sea. In her opinion, his father was very mysterious, because many things Xu Nianniang never mentioned to her.

In Xu Nianniang's mind, there must be a vast world of misty waves hidden!

But this world only exists in rumors and is visible to very few people. And with the destruction of the parable, it will also be destroyed and become a long-standing legend.

Xu Nianniang couldn't bear to see what Xiahou Zun and the others ended up. It was not sympathy, but the sadness of the rabbit and the fox. The loneliness surged in her heart. Even if the loss was only the opponent!

...

"Bang!"

A crisp sound came from the golden talisman in Zhang Yuanchu's hand. He looked over and couldn't hide his heartache: a crack appeared on the body of the golden talisman that was thicker than his hair - this was a situation where the magic power inside the talisman was exhausted to a critical point.

This talisman soldier is going to be invalid.

Even though he was born in Longhu Mountain and had a wealth of wealth, Zhang Yuanchu still felt very painful. In this era of decline in Taoism, magic weapons and weapons were extremely precious, and no longer like before, they could be used to smash people at any time. A sect like Xiaoyao Fudao was unique, and there were only two or three things that could be taken out on his body. If he hadn't made a fortune on Huang Daxian and obtained the Yin-Yang Gourd, he would have been even more shabby.

The Taoist law has declined and treasures are rare, especially those in higher grades. They are basically inherited and have the mark of time and history. Each piece is abandoned, one piece is missing.

The talisman soldier that Zhang Yuanchu took out was a magic weapon passed down.

A crack appeared, followed by a second one... In a while, there were no more cracks like spider webs.

Echoing this is the golden armored strongman in the battle below. His originally solid body was in a daze and vaguely. After a while, the strongman dispersed and turned into golden light, disappearing invisible.

At the same time, the golden talisman in Zhang Yuanchu's hand turned into powder and fell down.

The prayer, who fought side by side with the golden armored hero, was not much better. His claws were twisted by the huge force, like two balls of twisted flowers, losing their sharpness in normal form. The feathers on the wings were pulled to pieces, quite embarrassed, and the sharp hook mouth was broken a small part.

Seeing this look, Xiaoyao Fudao felt distressed.

The difference is that Zhang Yuanchu's talisman soldiers are gone when they are gone; Xiaoyao's Taoist soldiers can still be taken back into the gourd, rest and raise, and recover, but it only takes time.

It is not easy to raise a Taoist army.

Xiaoyao Fudao has raised a lot. In the past, I dressed up many aquatic monsters, shrimp soldiers and crab generals in Jingxian County, but due to factors such as qualifications and limited feeding materials, it is difficult to raise the climate. The most important thing is that the time for getting a good one takes a long time. If you want to raise a good one, it will take decades or even a hundred years.

The Taoist priests are not sure that they will live for a hundred years!

I can't wait for so long, so I can only use some cannon fodder to fight and use it casually.

Among them, one eagle and the other is the best one, and it is also the best Taoist soldier that Xiaoyao Fudao can raise.

Of course, Xiaoyao Fudao was reluctant to watch Qifu destroyed by Xiahou Zun. When he saw the golden armored strongman destroyed, he quickly pinched the magic trick and took Qifu back.

After fighting to this point, the power that prayers can exert has been greatly reduced; and in addition, Xiahou Zun, who had broken his legs, has been greatly damaged and has become the last of his strength.

Although Xiaoyao Fudao was not very clear about the whole story, just looking at the scene, he decided that Xiahou Zun and others could not escape. Chen Sanlang didn't have to come to the formation in person, but he didn't see him. Xiahou Zun might choose another way to fight.

However, will the final result change?

I'm afraid it may not be, because in this prefecture and county, this place belongs to Chen Sanlang's home court, and a net of heaven and earth has been laid out in the entire city. As long as Xiahou Zun's whereabouts are exposed, they will be greeted with tides of soldiers.

Unless, Xiahou Zun admits that he fails and escapes from the city.

But in that case, he would not be Xiahou Zun. Don’t say anything about "staying green mountains there", the Xiahou family has been waiting for too long for hundreds of years and enduring it for a long time.

Now, the opportunity has come. In addition to strength, whether it can be accomplished must also pay attention to fate. Didn’t the ancients say: Isn’t it a crime of war?

After being cut off by the elusive flying sword, Xiahou Zun felt inexplicable emotion in his heart. Perhaps he himself could not see hope for success.

"ah!"

Amid the fierce battle, a scream was particularly shrill.

Xiahou Zun didn't have to look back and he heard the voice of the third brother. After the third brother finished, another one fell down...

Chen Sanlang saw the scene of the warriors surrounding and killing another warrior in the village. His tense expression still couldn't relax. He was already in his hands, but the price was really not small. The corpses and blood on the ground were everywhere, even if there was no counting and calculation, it was possible to know that at least hundreds of warriors had been sacrificed.

This number is amazing. Thinking about the battle with the barbarian army, the number of casualties was not much higher. At present, the opponents had only a few people.

In an instant, Chen Sanlang thought a lot: If he had not been able to Yongzhou and practiced so many soldiers, facing the warriors in the mountains, he would definitely die without any life. Perhaps even the Sword of Evil Slaying Sword was attacked and killed by the other party in close combat without any chance of inspiration. Xiahou Zun and others still started a war in the face of thousands of soldiers. It was not just a pure spirit of the world. They were sure of it.

A strong sense of fatigue rolled up, Chen Sanlang was in a daze, his vision became blurred, and even the fierce fighting sound seemed to have gone away. He knew that this was the sequelae of using two consecutive flying swords in a short period of time, which greatly damaged his energy and needed rest.

But at this time, we should persevere until the last moment and be with all the soldiers who fought bloody battles.

Chen Sanlang suddenly reached out and pinched his thighs, used the pain to stimulate his spirit, and sat steadily on the horse's back: "Iron pillar, sound the war drum, and send them on the road!"
Chapter completed!