Volume II Winter Lake Chapter 26 Victory has nothing to do with the light
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 26: Victory has nothing to do with light
The head of the temple cavalry looked at the bottom of the meadow, with no expression on his face. He did not care about the life and death of the people in the grain team camp, but just wanted to see if there would be a suitable opportunity for him to send troops in the chaotic situation.
Suddenly, a violent vibration of heaven and earth energy came from the meadow. The powerful and wonderful talisman aura directly and clearly reflected into his sea of consciousness, causing his expression to change drastically.
The old woman Qunimadi's heart was as hard as a rock. When she watched the group of horse thieves waved their scimitars and chopped the Yan Guofu who could not hide, the wrinkles on her face did not tremble at all.
But when the carriage scattered into pieces and the girl in white floated into the air to draw the talisman, the wrinkles on her face suddenly turned from the lines carved from the stone to the chaotic trousers in the wind, all piled together, looking shocked
Incomparable.
"It's her that talisman master in the camp!"
"Can she actually write an uncertain talisman? Could she have entered the realm of enlightenment?"
Qunimadi's expression was gloomy. She looked back at the carriage in the middle of the cavalry formation, and thought to herself how she would react if she let her niece, who was spoiled and treasured, knew this fact.
The curtains of the carriage were closed, and the girl who was as quiet and pure as an orchid inside felt the terrifying talisman power coming from the bottom of the meadow. She slowly raised her head, and a hint of enlightenment appeared on her face, and she murmured to herself:
"So it's Sister Mo."
Through the curtains, he guessed who Fu Master was based on the fluctuation of Fu power. It seemed that this girl, like a flower, had not been unaware of everything that happened under the meadow outside the carriage.
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The half-way divine talisman turned into an invisible high-speed air ball, like a giant fist swinged by the gods with all their might, instantly tearing the air above the camp, knocking out a huge hole in the fire wall, and shaking more than ten horse-riding thieves alive.
He came to the horse thief leader and condensed with the winter wind.
The leader of the horse thief knew that his life had been hanging for a moment, so he groaned, his fingers hanging by the saddle trembled violently, and his thumb tapped at high speed on the lines of the two fingers of the middle and eaters, forcing out all the thought power in his consciousness without cherishing it.
The deep thought power accumulated over decades of meditation left the body and collided with the power of the divine talisman that was rushing towards him. The strange power collision caused countless strange white lines to appear in the air around the leader of the horse thief.
These white lines are extremely subtle turbulence in the air. Because the flow rate of the surrounding air is different, the refraction of light is greatly increased, so white appears.
The air that is as empty as nothing can be torn so hard that it whistles in extremely subtle places. You can imagine how terrifying the collision between the half-dao divine talisman and the great master's decades of skill is.
In the countless turbulent air flows like willow catkins dancing wildly, a few drops of blood splashed from the corners of the eyes of the thief leader, and the riders under him were even more mourning, and their hooves were retreating in a mess.
Because this unfinished divine talisman was too powerful, the leader of the horse thief had to condense all his mind power to fight, and naturally an extremely short gap appeared on Ning Que's mind power that was falling in the air.
Tens of thousands of steel needles in Ning Que's sea of consciousness suddenly disappeared, and the pain that remained in his consciousness remained, but he finally woke up from his vague state for a moment.
It only takes a moment of awakening to be enough.
He pulled out the big black umbrella behind him, shook his wrist, and the coarse cloth shattered. The big black umbrella that had not seen the sun for several months was heard again, and he shouted that he saw the light again, just like a black flower
It bloomed on top of his head like a lotus.
The big black umbrella slowed down his downward falling speed so that he would not fall to death alive. The more important thing is that the big black umbrella, which looked extremely greasy and dirty, actually absorbed most of the terrifying mental attacks from below.
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His body was still falling in the air, and Ning Que's hand holding the knife had already waved it.
At this time, he was still a distance away from the leader of the horse thief below. Park knife could not cut the other party, but a silver needle snorted from his wrist and broke out into the air, just like the scenes that happened every day in the back mountain of the academy.
With the strange and elusive dark thread, he stabbed the thief leader's eyes!
The leader of the horse thief is a great master in the upper realm of Dongxuan. His cultivation level is similar to that of the white-clothed girl Mo Shanshan, but it is still difficult to deal with the unfinished divine talisman. His whole body is bound by the dangerous turbulent flow of energy in the air.
He didn't expect that Ning Que, who was obviously seriously injured and about to die, was still so sinister behind him. Seeing that the extremely dull silver thread was about to pierce into his eyes, he was actually avoiding it.
It is easy to avoid, and he can only take the risk of not paying attention to the turbulence in front of him and forcefully lower his head.
With a puff, the silver needle instantly pierced into his brow bone!
The silver needle is deep and cannot see its tail, and a drop of blood like a red mole suddenly appears.
The leader of the horse thief felt a sharp pain in his head, and his eyes were invisible.
The darkness in front of you was not entirely caused by pain, but it was really dark.
Because the big black umbrella fell down.
Under the big black umbrella, the Park Knife in Ning Que's hand slashed straight out, and the sword posture was simple and clear.
The blade penetrates the flesh and then breaks the bones, and it only happens in an instant.
With a swish.
Arms fly to the sky.
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A terrifying bloody mouth appeared on the right shoulder of the leader of the horse thief. Blood gushed out like a fountain. The knife was still in full swing. He howled in pain and fell behind the horse's buttocks, and fell heavily to the ground.
Before landing, his thin right hand pointed at Ning Que, who was about to fall on his back, and suddenly opened it.
Ning Que was hit hard again, his chest and abdomen were suffocated, and blood sprayed, and his body fell down.
It just landed on the horse that originally belonged to the leader of the horse thief.
He didn't realize the sweet and fishy feeling between his lips and tongue. Before his consciousness became blurred, he broke the wind and slashed again, but the one who cut off was not the thief leader who had already shaken off, but the horse buttocks.
A very deep bloody mouth suddenly appeared on the horse's buttocks.
The horse was frightened and rushed forward like crazy, and crashed into the burning wall of fire!
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There was another hole below the transparent hole that was penetrated by the divine talisman in front of the camp.
A burning galloping horse, with the seriously injured and weak Ning Que, ran out of the hole with a roar. The mane ponytail had already begun to burn to ashes, and the galloping horse's body was spitting out flames.
The fire formed by the Burning Sky Fire Talisman is extremely terrifying. The horse forcibly rushed past and was burned to death in an instant. It fell heavily to the ground. Ning Que on the horse's back had a bang and fell to the ground at the same time. He rolled a few times in a row before stopping.
Go down.
Although he was protected by a large black umbrella, flames were still spitting out at the corners of his clothes, which might be ignited at any time. He sat on the ground in a mess, turned his head and looked at one place, and shouted hoarsely: "Water!"
According to his previous instructions, the Tmall woman prepared a large bucket of clear water and waited by her side, but she had not participated in the defense. Seeing her senior sisters fighting bloody battles with the horse thief, she was so anxious that she wanted to kick the bucket of water over, and she didn't even think about the situation of the battle.
The change was so rapid that it was not until this time that Ning Que's previous intention was understood.
With a loud bang, a whole bucket of clear water poured on Ning Que's body. The flames burning on his clothes were instantly extinguished. His weak body was also directly knocked to the ground by the bucket of clear water dripping from the head.
The big dark horse ran from the side of the camp and ran to him, lowered his head and kept arching his body, looking very anxious and uneasy, as if worried that he would never stand up after he fell down.
Ning Que fell on the wet ground and really had no strength to stand up. Fortunately, he was not in a coma. He opened his eyes and looked at the horse face that was very close to his face, holding a very difficult smile.
Since the war started, especially when he was assassinating the leader of the horse thief, he encountered countless extremely dangerous situations and countless pains. According to human instinct requirements, when facing pain that cannot be endured by the body and mind, he will automatically fall into a coma, but he seems to have some
A talent that opposes the body's instincts, and insists on maintaining the last hint of clarity.
He raised his right arm hard, put the big black umbrella that looked a little dirtier than before on his chest, and then stuffed the sack that had been tied to his middle finger into his arms.
After doing these two things, he was truly relieved, but he still was firm and did not faint because of his relaxed spirit. He stabbed the wetland beside him with the tip of his knife, stood up with a muffled groan, and looked at the coming from around the camp.
The sound of fighting was like going to help, but found that the body, which was seriously injured by the mind, was a little out of control.
All the things that should be done have been done, so he shouldn't die, right? As for the people around the chariot formation who were fighting in blood, he could no longer change anything at this time.
Not knowing what he thought of, Ning Que looked behind him.
In the camp, the carriage that had collapsed into pieces was only the bottom wing board. Mo Shanshan sat on the wing board at this time, and his white clothes were stained with a lot of gray.
mud.
The girl talisman master had previously forced her ability to cross her realm and cast a talisman that could be used by the talisman master. He suffered a severe backlash. In addition, the mental power in the sea of consciousness was squeezed out and there was no trace of it, so he fell into a coma in the air.
Perhaps because of the shock, Mo Shanshan had already woken up at this time.
She lowered her head slightly, the black hair on her forehead was messy, pressing the ground to hold her right hand, and the slender eyelashes that could be seen between her hair kept trembling, and her pale cheeks were filled with weakness, as if they were at any time
Maybe faint again.
Suddenly, the sound of thunder hooves came faintly from afar. Looking at the smoke and dust rising above the meadow, Ning Que knew that the team of cavalrymen in the temple were as moved as he expected, and said to the Tmall woman beside him: "Slightly
When cleaning the battlefield, I snatched back my two knives for me.”
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The fire wall in front of the camp was mainly to create an opportunity for Ning Que to assassinate the leader of the horse thief. The area covered was not large, and it was far from enough to stop the horse thieves. In the time of the previous melee, the horse thieves roared and waved their scimitars.
They rushed in. At this time, the car formation composed of food and grass bags on the wing board was already damaged. The disciples of Mochiyuan were as bright as snow and resolutely fought without retreating. The Yan soldiers and soldiers were killed and injured in a very short time.
The leader of the horse thief was gone at this time. I don’t know if he was seriously injured and was taken away by his trusted subordinates, or he had died. His body was trampled into mud by the horse's hooves. This fact brought great impact to the horse thief group. The horse thief's storm queue
It was already in chaos, but the defense power in the camp was on the verge of despair.
If the temple cavalry above the meadow did not move at this time, then no one could predict whether the camp was washed away first, or whether the horse thieves could not bear the pressure and collapsed first.
The big men on the meadow were shocked by the shocking half-way divine talisman of Mo Shanshan before, but they did not pay attention to jumping over the fire wall and eventually killing Ning Que, the leader of the horse thief.
The commander of the temple cavalry sensed something, and his keen eyes noticed a vague dark shadow that appeared on the other end of the blazing fire wall, but he did not see the specific situation at that time. However... he saw that the leader of the horse thief was seriously injured and was forcibly taken away by several riders.
, and also saw the chaos and disintegration of the horse thieves at this time.
The reason why the two or three hundred fierce horse thieves were on high alert and still had the power to fight. The commander was unwilling to take risks with the noble life of the Templar Knight, and the leader of the horse thief is now dead
The collapse has been completed, and it is a great opportunity for the Temple Cavalry to show their strength and collect military achievements. As a war leader, he certainly would not miss such an opportunity.
"The horse thief is slaughtering the believers of Haotian. As the temple escort, you know what to do."
The commander of the temple cavalry pulled out the sword on his waist and pointed at the extremely chaotic and blood-flowing grain camp under the meadow. He said in a deep voice, the sun shining on his serious and righteous face, and looked extremely holy.
"For the light, move forward!"
One hundred cavalrymen of the temple moved with their orders, holding the weapons engraved with runes in their hands, lifting the reins and whipping the horse, rushed towards the camp at high speed from the meadow, kicking up countless gravels.
The black armor was painted with complex golden patterns, and in the sunlight they were like countless blooming sunflowers, shining with light. The temple cavalry began their rescue operations with the spirit of justice and fearlessness.
Facing the most elite cavalry escort army in the world, the exhausted horse thief who had been fighting for half a day, he was in panic and confusion because his leader was seriously injured and fled. He had no ability to resist at all and retreated repeatedly.
Even the most fierce and powerful horse thief is not the opponent of ordinary temple cavalry, not to mention that the scimitar in their hands is as vulnerable as a branch and stick before the talisman soldiers of the temple cavalry.
It took less time for the Temple Cavalry to defeat all the horse thieves around the camp, paying a very small price, and the ideas and plans of the commander were perfectly realized.
Light won again.
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Six hundred horse thieves were killed and injured, and the remaining horse thieves were scattered and dispersed. The temple cavalry wanted to clean the battlefield, harvest the heads, and protect the nobles above the meadow. They only pursued the horse thieves in a symbolic sense, so they had previously been given two hundred
The swallow cavalry snare the horse thieves who were far away from the battlefield were also able to take the opportunity to escape.
The battle between the meadows was fierce, and the battle between the two hundred swallows and horse thieves was also extremely fierce. At this time, only more than forty riders could ride back to the camp, and everyone was injured.
The battle started in the morning, people have been dying, but relying on the heroic battle between the Che Form and the disciples of Mo Chiyuan, not many people died. The worst casualties appeared in the end, and the damaged Che Form and the mental power were exhausted.
Moshan Mountain could no longer protect more people, and countless Yan soldiers died tragically under the scimitar of the horse thief.
A young male disciple from Mochiyuan was attacked by several horse thieves who were red-eyed and died tragically.
Zhuo Zhihua and other girls in the Great River Kingdom stood in front of the body of this junior brother with expressions, their eyes full of sadness and anger. The youngest Tmall girl could not help crying, her eyes were red.
There was a sad atmosphere in the camp, and there were dense sounds of hoofs outside the camp.
The Temple Cavalry completed a short pursuit of the scattered horse thieves and regrouped. The black-patterned golden flower armor shone with a dazzling luster in the sun. The neat queue looked orderly and full of light and pressure.
If it were placed in normal times, the Yan people who believed in the Haotian Dao in the camp would definitely look envious and enthusiastic out of absolute awe of the Xiling Temple, and might even kneel on the ground and bow devoutly. However, at this time,
At this moment, the sad people ignored the temple cavalry outside the camp. Occasionally, some people looked over and looked so numb and cold, and even had a faint sense of hatred.
If these temple cavalry had not stopped moving on the meadow, they chose to charge the aid camp as soon as possible, and cooperated with the disciples of Mochiyuan, especially the powerful girl, the talisman master, they could definitely defeat the horse thief. However, they did not do so, and directly guided the
At the last moment, he suffered heavy casualties.
At this time, many cold bodies lying on the wasteland should have been still hot. Many dead people might have continued to survive. After returning to Yan State, they could see their relatives. However, because of the selfish and cruelty of these temple cavalrymen
, all the possibilities are no longer there.
In this case, no one in the camp would welcome the arrival of this group of temple cavalry.
People can never see the back of their heads, and light can never see their darkness, especially when you think you are high, when you think you are absolutely bright.
The temple cavalry lined up outside the camp did not think that there was anything wrong with their previous actions of keeping the troops in motion. At that time, the horse thieves still maintained enough combat power. Should we, the noble temple cavalry, be allowed to be for you ordinary civilians
The people took the risk of bleeding? On the contrary, in their opinion, they still relied on the charge of the temple cavalry to defeat the horse thieves in one fell swoop and preserved the lives of these people in the camp. They were qualified to receive a glorious look, rather than the cold and indifferent attitude now.
Even hatred eyes.
Some of the temple cavalrymen couldn't help but show a look of contempt and anger on their indifferent and serious cheeks. If the commander hadn't spoken, they might even rush into the camp and drag out the civilians who dared to bet on them with hatred eyes.
Whip it hard.
Looking at the cold cheeks of the temple cavalry outside the camp, thinking about the other party's cold-blooded and shameless expression before and the disgusting expression now, the Tmall girl blushed in anger, raised her arms to wipe away her tears, and rushed out to scold the other party.
Zhuo Zhihua pulled her behind her, forcibly suppressed the sadness and anger in her heart, and saluted the commander of the temple cavalry sitting high above the horse. He said nothing, and took his junior sisters to deal with the rear of the camp.
thing.
The so-called aftermath is a sad thing. The Yan soldiers and the civilians, who were covered with wounds, supported each other, looked at the bodies of companions standing upside down everywhere, and looked at the pools of broken limbs and blood, and could not feel the joy of the luck and joy of the life after the disaster.
Many people began to scream and cried in the camp.