Qu Shunhua hasn't spoken yet.

Zhongshan Weisun also used the word "empty" as a character, which was written into a book: "Today Zhongshan Weisun went south to seek battle. He was paranoid about being the first. He was selfish for the sake of fame! If you have a heavy thorn, it is difficult to follow the eagle's rise. No matter whether you are injured or dead, you will be the best.

Take it for yourself, no regrets - no one has to stand up for me!"

With such a certificate, even if Qu Shunhua beat him to death on the spot, Zhongshan Yanwen would not be able to say anything.

Zhongshan Weisun's determination was very clear here.

"Okay!" Qu Shunhua never hesitated and casually summoned the commander of his guards: "If I die in battle, take charge of the army on my behalf. You must not delay the military aircraft. Do you understand?"

Zhongshan Weisun said that he could die in battle, but he still needed Qu Shunhua to help him protect Long Boji, so he would never kill Qu Shunhua.

Then this is an unfair battle.

It's okay for Qu Shunhua not to fight. Since she plans to fight, she will never accept this unfairness - just like Zhongshan Weisun bet, she has the confidence of being invincible, how can she ask anyone to give in?

she?

The commander of the personal guards bowed and obeyed the order.

Qu Shunhua untied his waist order again and threw it to his bodyguard: "The name of the world is merciless. If I die in battle, whoever Zhongshan Weisun wants to protect, the Qu family will protect it for him. This is Qu Shunhua's promise!"

Finally she looked back at Zhongshan Weisun: "Come on. I have seen your courage, now let me see your strength!"

She took a step up to the sky, tied up her hair and hung in the night sky, and issued an invitation to Zhongshan Weisun - come and fight between life and death!

This is a spectacular battle.

One side is the top four contestants in the outer building of the Yellow River Meeting. At that time, the other two of the top four have become real and are ranked in Taixu Pavilion. The remaining Yan Shaofei is also the well-deserved number one Tianjiao of Wei.

"If you are proud of the world, you would like to be the third one." I heard that I am also on the way to seek truth.

Fang Yifang is the number one in the blessed land whose identity is almost clear in Taixu Illusion. He is also the most powerful contender for the title of number one god in the world after Jiang Wang, and the owner of the ultimate magical power!

It was not just Qu Shunhua's headquarters barracks who paid attention to this battle, nor was it just one or two people.

At the headquarters of Da Chu's right camp, a towering mountain shadow jumped up, covering half of the full moon.

And above the crescent moon, at some point, two figures stood.

One is chic in a green shirt, and the other is noble in a blue robe.

They all tied their hair with jade crowns, as if the bright moon was born.

A noble prince in the world, a swordsman in heaven.

Qu Shunhua glanced at the other side casually, raised his hand, indicating that everything was under control.

The style of this jade crown was chosen by her herself, and the craftsmen were not allowed to make another one. The previous one worn by Jiang Zhenren was destroyed in Tianjing City, and a new one was given this time.

Zuo Guangshu pressed his heart, made a beating gesture, grinned and showed his white teeth, smiling very sweetly, expressing that his heart was moved for his sister.

Jiang Zhenren slapped his hand off and told him not to interfere with the fight.

The channel to the South Dou Hall was not blocked. The Chu State gave them enough time and allowed them to let go and look for helpers. They wanted to see who would come to save them in the heavens and the earth, in the eight wastelands and in the six places.

So everyone in Nandou Hall has tried to find a way out, and they can all see the process of the sky falling - this is especially disappointing.

Later, it was Nandou Hall who isolated the channels, brought them into one place, and unified contact with the outside world.

Lord Changsheng is a well-known True Lord, Master Siming is a true man with wide acquaintances, Nandou Six True Lords each have their own abilities and friends, and Nandou Hall has also worked hard for so many years, with entangled interests and historical origins.

Some have all...

But as of today, there is only one Zhongshan Weisun who has actually come to Du'e Peak to help.

Although he acted stupidly, wasn't it the choice itself that was stupid?

Long Boji got the news in his room. At that time, he was in a kind of confusion that he could not explain. He vowed to dedicate everything to the sect, but the sect was doomed. He was determined to fight with the outside world.

The thief struggled, but knew that nothing he did was of any use. He stayed in a daze all day, sometimes pacing back and forth, sometimes lying still.

The door suddenly opened, letting in the starlight. The junior brother who sent the message lowered his voice with a strange and unusually excited expression, and said with uncontrollable excitement: "Senior brother! You are saved!"

There was some redness and swelling on Long Boji's face, which was the mark of the slap that had not gone away. After he fled from Meiyue, he ran to ask his master why Uncle Qisha and Aunt Tianji were not in the palace. Those two bullshit real people

Did he know the danger a long time ago, but he ran away and abandoned his fellow disciples?

Fu Zhaofan, the real person of Siming, gave him a slap in the face without any explanation, and slapped him out of the palace, leaving a mark to this day.

"I? Can I be saved?" Long Boji looked at his junior brother strangely and grinned: "You are also crazy. Another one."

"No, no, I'm telling the truth." The junior brother who delivered the message closed the door and lit the candlestick in the room, and the candle flames like bean sprouts swayed away the darkness.

The room changed from pitch black to dusk, as if it was receding from night to dusk.

The junior brother who delivered the message approached mysteriously: "Brother, don't you know yet? Zhongshan Weisun of Jing Kingdom is challenging Qu Shunhua, and the bet is to save your life!"

Zhongshan Weisun!

This name was like a sharp axe, splitting open my confused mind.

Long Boji sat up straight suddenly, his body felt as if it was electrified, and he was stiff for a moment.

Zhao Tiezhu really came to the rescue!

In fact, he had no hope, and he wrote more than one letter. In the name of Long Boji, in the name of Nan Doudian's true biography, in the name of Nan Doudian... all came to nothing.

"really?"

"I've been in charge of the Nandou Channel these days. I'll inform my senior brother as soon as I receive the news. I can't be wrong!"

Long Boji immediately stood up, put on his boots in a hurry, took two steps, turned back and hung up his sword in a hurry...but finally sat down on the bed again.

He said sadly: "What have I become..."

"Senior brother." The junior brother who delivered the letter got closer and closer: "You can't go alone."

Long Boji looked at him suddenly, his eyes were very harsh for a moment, but then softened: "How should I say?"

"You have an entourage!" The junior brother who delivered the letter reached out to pick up his sword: "I will be your sword-holding boy from now on. When you leave here, who will care about one more humble servant?"

Long Boji had come to his senses by now. He knew that it was not easy for Weisun Zhongshan to save him, and if he wanted to take someone along with him, that would be really shameless.

But he just moved his sword away and patted his junior brother on the shoulder: "Don't make any noise."

The long night has come, and in the dark Nandou Hall, only his room is lit.

Finding the only hope in a desperate crowd will not bring you blessings.

People will come looking for the light, and either share the light or... extinguish the light.

The junior brother who delivered the letter nodded vigorously: "I understand!"

But he doesn't understand enough yet.

Long Boji calmed down his emotions and began to think about what he had given up and almost rusted his brain: "Zhongshan Weisun challenges Qu Shunhua. The chance of winning is not high. Do you know the specific rules?"

The junior brother who sent the letter said: "It seems that there are no rules, whether life or death."

"Ah!" Long Boji suddenly stood up, but then stopped and murmured: "Zhongshan Weisun must be sure that he would make such a choice. I believe him, I should believe him."

"Of course, he is the genius of the Jing Kingdom, one of the top four of the Yellow River!" The junior brother who sent the letter has also placed his hope on Zhongshan Weisun, and his words are as fanatical as worshiping gods. If he is given a little more time, he will definitely be able to find Zhongshan Weisun.

All the glory in Sun's life path.

He will definitely be able to prove with words that Zhongshan Weisun is the best god in the world.

"How many people know about this?" Long Boji asked.

The junior brother who delivered the letter realized the problem at this time and looked troubled: "I am not the only one who is guarding the letter."

"We can't stay here any longer." Long Boji stood up immediately.

"Where to go?" asked the junior brother who delivered the letter.

"Go to Siming Hall, no, go to the front line!" Long Boji made a decision: "Yes, let's go to support the front line!"

"This will make it easier for Zhongshan Weisun to pick us up!" The junior brother who delivered the letter was filled with joy and diligently opened the door.

Squeak~ Yeah.

The door was opened, and the candlelight in the room also wandered outside.

The field of vision was so congested that even candlelight could not break through the siege - the courtyard was filled with people.

They were all fellow disciples of Nandou Hall, and they all looked at Long Boji.

What kind of look is that?

In the dark night of endless despair, the people lying on the ground waiting for death saw the only light flying in the sky that could potentially fly out of here.

Is that eagerness and hope?

not at all.

Because everyone knows that the light can only shine on himself and can only take away himself.

"Senior brother." The first person to speak was a true disciple of Tiantong Hall. He looked at Long Boji with a subtle expression: "Are you leaving?"

"Where am I going?" Long Bo held the sword without leaving a trace and said as calmly as possible: "I am going to the front line to bleed for the sect!"

"I heard that someone wants to save you." The true disciple of Tiantong Hall said.
To be continued...