Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 283 Killing Hu, How Can I, Lu Bu, Fall Behind Others?

Can't withdraw...

It must be the Han man who came... But if you leave here, what you have done before will be in vain.

...The Han people would definitely not kill indiscriminately in the back so easily.

Hu Duyan looked at the high priest who went to the tent and summoned the messengers, gritted his teeth, ignored being scolded again, pressed a fist on his left shoulder with one hand, and knelt down.

"High Priest! We can't withdraw. The Feiyan Gate is about to be broken. If we withdraw, we will fall into the scheme of the Han. Maybe he is still laying an ambush halfway, waiting for us."

The high priest who was talking to the messenger stopped his voice, turned around and looked sideways at Hu Duyan who was kneeling in the tent, his eyes were uncertain, obviously he agreed with this sentence.

Hun Xie looked at Hu Duyan and was silent for a while, then raised his hand, and the orderly at the side bowed his head and backed away tactfully.

"Hu Duyan, you said that Han will ambush me on the way?"

"With his character, he will." Hu Duyan got up quickly, walked out of the big tent, and raised one hand towards the night sky: "Hu Duyan swears to the White Wolf God. I have been in contact with that Han man several times, and I know his temper well. I am also familiar with this strategy of the Han people. The purpose is to rescue Feiyan Pass. When we retreat in a hurry, we will intercept it halfway. Once the Jin soldiers and horses in the pass know that we are withdrawing, they will definitely pursue from behind. High Priest, That’s what it’s going to be like when it’s gone.”

"Your words are not unreasonable."

Hun Xie closed his eyes, and nodded slowly while thinking, "The southerners are cunning..." He took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, the uneasy look was gone, "His strength alone is limited after all. When he went deep into the grassland, he couldn't kill Da Khan. Since he likes to slaughter tribes so much, let him kill them. Once he breaks through, I will pay back ten times, but..."

Hun Xie laughed.

"However, his goal is to save the Feiyan Pass in front of him. If I step up the offensive, how will he choose? I think his expression will be very interesting."

After saying that, the half-length robe flicked away, and his arms suddenly stretched to the left and right. While grasping the palms of his hands, he said in a voice: "Since the decision has been made, don't hesitate, don't give it to those Jin people in the city." The monk's respite."

"Wind Spirit, with my voice, make the enemies in the distance tremble."

Both hands slammed together in front of the chest, and the crisp sound of the shock instantly turned into a whimpering gust of wind, and the surrounding tents heaved and agitated, and the patrolling soldiers were all squatted down by the sudden wind.

Hun Xie was bathed in the strong wind, reached out and grabbed a small bag on his waist, poured out some powder in his hand, and was thrown into the sky by him, flying all over the sky.

"Go, roar in the dark night, let the flesh and blood of the enemy turn into your furious power."

The flying powder was like a sea of ​​stars, and each grain lit up. Under the urging of mana, it rose to the sky, faintly turning into a totem of a wolf.

"Earth spirit!"

As if not satisfied with this spell, Hun Xie grabbed a handful of soil from the ground and rubbed it to the ground little by little, "Go too, shake the pass that hinders my steps."

The spilled soil was piled up into small tips, but it burrowed into the ground in the blink of an eye, raised a small soil bag, and quickly spread towards the distant city gate.

woo-

The mournful howl of wolves resounded across the grassland, the flying geese in the distance closed the pass, the soldiers were stepping up to carry the corpses and consolidate the walls, and the wounded soldiers were being bandaged in the wounded barracks inside the pass.

A group of cultivators are also running here, using their own wound medicine to heal the soldiers. Due to the uneven cultivation, some can connect the severed hands to the wounded soldiers, while some can only watch the other party's injuries. Close your eyes little by little, and lose your breath.

Yu Feihong was also among them. He had a slightly higher status in Juling Mansion, and the elixir in his hand was also excellent. Looking at the soldier who had taken the pill and his breathing became calm, and listening to the words of gratitude from the other party and the surrounding soldiers, he felt There is an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

This is a different feeling than cultivating the Tao.

"If you can save people in this way between life and death, and let more people live, it doesn't matter even if you are an evil cultivator."

Soon, he came out of the wounded soldiers' camp, and was led by the waiting junior sisters to a house, where he met the two elders, Hegui and Liu Changgong and Yunlong, who couldn't afford to be injured.

The people gathered here are all cultivators from the north, and some are even evil cultivators who are usually jealous when they see each other.

"Everyone, regardless of whether you were righteous monks in the past, or you acted rashly, today we get together, not for our family and country, but just to prevent the barbarians from succeeding and degrade the prestige of our Han people."

"Understood, Master Liu, in the past I used to speak ill of you, but during the time of Feiyan Pass, I did not utter a single word to you, if I survived, I will continue to scold you, okay?"

The one who spoke was a figure, dressed in a purple-black robe, about fifty, with a bushy beard, and a pair of eyes looking fiercely at him.

Liu Changgong chuckled.

"Okay, if you and I both survive, I'll let you scold me for a few more days. After a few days, this old man will chase you all the way until you are convinced!"

The old man in the purple black robe also sneered and looked at Liu Changgong, then turned and walked aside, took out a piece of magic weapon to prepare for tomorrow's fight, and sat down under the eaves, suddenly raised his face.

"Damn it, come when you say it."

The next moment, a strong wind blew up in the courtyard, stroking people's hair and beards, Yunlong stood up holding the door frame, "Fellow fellows, it seems that the barbarian high priest is not going to rest, then we will continue to accompany you." He's just playing around, let this barbarian monk show me that I am orthodox in China!"

"Ha ha!"

All the cultivators around laughed, and when the tense atmosphere was swept away, Yu Feihong also had a sense of heroism in his heart, and he clasped his fists around: "We will meet that barbarian priest!"

"go!"

A group of figures raised their fists, wrapped in magic light, rushed out of the courtyard, flew to the front city wall, and lined up on the wall according to their positions.

When some soldiers saw the help of the monks, they felt confident, and some people lit rockets and shot them into the night sky.

What caught everyone's eyes was a huge phantom of a gray wolf floating in the wind, opened its bloody mouth, and bit towards the city wall with a bang.

"Everyone, don't keep your hands!" It was Kamefushou's voice shouting.

In an instant.

Dharma lights lit up from everyone's hands, and they waved away one after another. The fat Taoist mixed in and pulled away the crazy old man who wanted to check out curiously. He raised the bronze epee in his hand and roared, "Ah!", and threw it go out.

The magic light converged towards the city wall, and the moment it came into contact with the huge blood mouth, there was a loud bang, and it exploded in the dark night.

……

The huge sound shook the wilderness, and near the grassland and hills to the west, Chen Yuan vaguely heard the sound, turned her head and glanced at the east, and calculated the time, the other party should also be coming this way.

But right now there is no movement at all.

"Yuejie Hu people still know how to plan, what do you think should be done next?"

His voice floated behind him, the old cow stopped chewing the grass, and looked at the master's back suspiciously with his ears open.

'Master, is this talking to me?I know what, I'm just a cow...'

When it thought through its mind, before it opened its mouth to speak, on the ground next to it, a small wooden figure riding a red horse slowly came over dragging a wooden green dragon knife.

"The sound just now should be that the high priest of the barbarian wants to compete with you to see who can lose his temper first."

"If it's a certain family, then turn around and go straight into the grassland. There are monks blocking it, and it won't be broken for a while, but those tribes of the barbarians, hehe..."

Lu Bu followed, and he was also familiar with the grassland.

"Then compare it with the barbarian high priest."

Chen Yuan took a deep breath, turned around and rode on the old bull, and galloped out, "Marquis Wen, you come to kill!"

While galloping, Chen Yuan held out her cuffs with the dagger in her hand, and the god-man wooden sculptures flying behind her lost their light. Only Lu Bu, who was riding a rouge horse, fell to the ground. The long soldier in his hand had a metallic color, and while the branches were pulling the ground, mud crumbs appeared, and on the enlarged war horse, there was a mighty figure, with sword eyebrows inserted into the temples, and his eyes showed majesty.

"Hahaha...hahahaha...the certain family is back!!"

The figure undulates, the two crotch armors with the animal face swallowing the head rub against each other, the long pheasant feathers sway, there is the hunting and stroking of the robe of hundreds of flowers, and a painted halberd drags on the ground, and the horrible words resound.

"Kill Hu, how can I, Lu Bu, fall behind others!!"

(End of this chapter)