There was a fierce battle between Gu Mang and the Guoshi. Murong Lian was not stunned. He took the brocade bag and took his entourage to retreat to the place where Mo Xi was.
The distance from the city gate to the north of the city was not too far, but at this time, the war was burning all over the city, and the practitioners of Liaoguo blocked it, so Murong Lian's escape was not smooth.
The two sides were both masters at war. The cultivators brought by the Guoshi were all the most terrible deadly forces in Liaoguo. Although Murong Lian's subordinates were also excellent, they were still in short supply in front of these top demonic cultivators. Therefore, when Murong Lian reached the apricot forest on the outskirts of the city, the border of his bodyguard had been damaged, and most of his escorts were seriously injured and backward. He did not dare to fight with Liao Ren. He could only dodge the pursuit behind him with the help of the winding and complex terrain of apricot forest.
"I've heard that Wangshu Jun is a trash pustule for a long time. Even if he has no brain, there is nothing to be said about his technique. It's a joke."
The first practitioner of Liaoguo was a female cultivator. The weapon in her hand was a tanning whip. She plundered on the branch. The cold laughter from her internal skill covered the whole apricot forest. "Murong Lian, you are at a dead end. Where are you going to escape?"
Murong Lian ran and said, "Do you and your brother have nothing better to do than run after my horse? I can manage."
"Dead duck, you're about to die but still have a hard mouth."
"I have something harder. Would you like to see it?"
"You --" That Liaoguo practitioner didn't expect that he was shameless. In a daze, her pretty face turned red and she whipped her weapon down, "You rascal!"
Murong Lian rode the golden winged thoroughbred, dodged the danger and sneered, "You missed."
"..."
"You didn't hit me on purpose, did you? How about you? Don't finish the task of your Guoshi seriously, but flirt with me here instead. To be honest, I don't like you very much. Although you have a good face, your waist is too thick and your chest is not big enough."
"Murong Lian! I'll kill you!!"
Murong Lian rolled his eyes and said, "This is why I don't like to accept women as my subordinates. They even forget that what they should do is to seize treasure rather than kill people."
The female practitioner's face was twisted and she wanted to vomit blood. "I can both kill and rob the treasure!"
"All right." Murong Lian's eyes were perfunctory to the sky. He said lightly, "You're so wonderful, baby."
The female practitioner cried out "ah" angrily, but also rushed to catch up. The rest of the Liao soldiers shouted, "Seventh Lady calm down!"
Murong Lian's bodyguard shouted, "Lord, be careful!"
Seeing the whip crack like rain, she ran over the horse Murong Lian was riding on and rushed to it. However, because of her anger, she rushed so recklessly that it was easier for Murong Lian to dodge than at the beginning.
Murong Lian did not dare slack off. He pushed his horse to speed up and galloped forward, breaking through the misty trees. When he broke through the edge of the apricot forest, he grabbed the reins and shouted, "Get up!"
The golden winged horse suddenly opened its wings in this broad terrain, and the wind blew under its feathers. Stepping on the clouds, it carried its owner to the north of the city where the battle was going.12
Although he flew fast, the pursuit of Liaoguo also became a straight line. Several magic spells skimmed past dangerously to wipe his body. It seemed that he really pinched a cold sweat. With the bright northern company battalion approaching in front of his eyes, Murong Lian's pursuit behind him became more and more crazy. Just before he was about to land in front of the northern army, Seventh Lady's whip held the back hoof of the snow horse and yanked it!
Ling Ma neighed. Murong Lian fell off his horse and fell into the mud.
"Cough... Cough, cough, cough!"
Before he could stand up, the Liao soldiers, who were pursuing, had already landed one after another, and there was a flash of light in his eyes - except for the Seventh Lady, who was also angry and fierce.
"Look, I will cut your tongue!" she said.
Murong Lian was a naturally mouthy person and despite falling into all this, didn't forget to sneer, "Cut it and do what? Have it lick in your palm every day?"
The seventh lady was so disgusted by him that her face turned green. She was one of the most important guards in Liao Jun army. Normally, people would either respectfully call her "Jiejie" or "Seventh Lady." Receiving such verbal insults, she would chop him into meat mud when she rushed up.
However, at this time, two escorts accompanied by Murong Lian broke through the forest and came out. Seeing that their Lord was in a critical situation, they hurriedly swept over. When the Seventh Lady gathered together to smash the palm, the formation blocked Murong Lian.
"Go, Lord!"
"Run away!"
Murong Lian rose from the ground, coughing bitterly. His former combat power was not like this, but in recent years, he had been sucking his life like a dream, which had destroyed his spiritual power to the extreme. He took a look at the two men and turned to run back to the camp with the spatial. But after not even two steps, there was a taste of sweetness in his lungs, and he bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His guard was originally on the other end of a powerful force, which they could not stop. He could only delay for Murong Lian's escape, but no one expected that Murong Lian's smoke disease would break out at this time.
They only heard a "bang" sound. Suddenly the array light burst, and the two guards were seriously injured and fell to the ground. The Liaoguo demon soldier attacked him again!
Murong Lian fell to the ground. His pale face was mottled with blood. He swore secretly, and his fingertips were half sealed. He was determined to fight. But at this time, a red wall of fire fell from the sky, cutting hard before the Liao guard!
In a flash, the clouds gathered.
But he saw that a fire wall rolled up in a wave, orange-gold sparks splashed all around, and above the fire wall, a man in black robes stood up against the wind, and stepped on the flame with his staff.
"... Xihe Jun..."
Mo Xi stood on the top of the rolling flame, and his Tuntian staff was polished inch by inch. At one point, a blazing flame suddenly emerged behind him. Turning into the shape of a giant whale, Tuntian reflected the world.
"Before the northern border army, you don't want to go any further." Mo Xi looked down from a high place, and the giant whale swam and danced behind him. It didn't dive to anyone at the moment, but anyone also knew how terrible the killing move of the Chonghua Lord's Tuntian was.
"This is the end," said Mo Xi.
As the Seventh Lady waited for one of them to answer, they heard the sound of
killing. Looking across the wall of fire, they could see that the cultivators of the northern army came with their commander——
Ten thousand horses galloped.
In a flash, the situation immediately reversed!
Murong Lian looked back at the heavy Chonghua infantry which stretched the whole horizon, then turned to look at the back of Mo Xi, and finally let out his breath.
He stretched out his hand, which was slightly trembling because of the attack of the smoke disease, took out the brocade bag sealed with the blood demon spirit from his chest, coughed a few times, and not petitioned toward Mo Xi. "This - he gave it to me. You gave him the task."
Gu Mang's name was added to his body. Before the battle, Murong Lian and Mo
Xi could not directly mention his name. Once mentioned, there would be riots.
But the face of Mo Xi still changed clearly.
Mo Xi asked, "What about the other?"
Murong Lian moved his lips. Before he could answer, he heard a voice like a ghost spread all over the night with an amplification technique.
"The other is in my hands. Obediently give me the brocade bag you got. Otherwise..."
In the murmur of vulture, a man in white and gold came from the night. He stood steadily on the top of the top of the nearest tree, with a soft and feeble attendant who had obviously passed out in his arms.
Murong Lian was shocked. Gu Mang?!
Mo Xi was even bloodless.
It was Gu Mang…
Gu Mang, who had used up all the spiritual power and energy, had delayed time with a killing move…
The Guoshi licked his lips. He had obviously experienced a fierce battle. His clothes were stained with blood and his shoulders were hurt deeply. But through the mask, his eyes were still so quiet and cold. He could not say that he was not in a hurry, but there was a very strange calm engraved in his bones, as if he had experienced waves that ordinary people had never experienced.
The Guoshi smiled. "Otherwise, Xihe Jun, I will let you know what it means to repent."
At this time, Mengze also came leading her army camp. She wore a black and gold narrow waisted python robe, with her black hair high and tied up. Tens of thousands of people followed her. Seeing such a confrontation, she said in amazement, "What's the matter?"
Mo Xi pursed his lips and didn't answer her. He did not look away from Gu Mang for half an inch, and the staff in his hand became more and more brilliant.
When the Guoshi saw that he was going to kill him, he picked up Gu Mang and put a dagger on his neck. Then he smiled sweetly. "Oh, do you want to do it? What do you think will be faster, my knife or your spell?"
"Let him go!" said Mo Xi.
"It's easy to say," the Guoshi said lazily. "What's the use of him in my hand? What I want is just that brocade bag. You give me one thing, I give you one person. Fair trade. Don't say he's not worth the price in your eyes, is he…"
Gradually, the whole area became quiet. The commander and the soldiers stared at the treacherous situation.
No wonder they were strange. They fought with Xihe Jun for so many years. Xihe Jun never fought directly without nonsense, but today's scene was really strange. No matter Wangshu Jun, the Liao Guoshi, or their stepfather, everyone seemed to be playing a riddle.
What kind of brocade bag?
What was the identity of the captured valet?
Why could the Guoshi use him to coerce Xihe Jun to give in?
Gradually, all the horses were silent, and there was a terrible silence on the sand ground where the practitioners were gathered. Almost all the eyes were converging on these people, waiting for the response of Mo Xi.
The Guoshi pressed Gu Mang's face with the sharp edge of the dagger, and raised his head. The mask that covered Gu Mang's face had been stained with blood. The Guoshi said, "Xihe Jun, how long do you think it will last for him? Give me the brocade bag in your hand. Don't wait to swallow your breath. You can't regret it!"
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