disguised holy monk

On the bank of the long river, Wanyan half-clothed lost a lot of blood, his face was terribly pale, Yue Jingran and the others were more or less injured, what's more, they trekked all night without any water and rice, and they heard that Xuanqing might be in vain. The news of his death was even more shocking.

It wasn't until the sound of the archer pulling the bow that everyone recovered from their grief. In the next moment, arrows fell from the sky like rain.

"Ah!" The northern Xinjiang soldiers who were rushing on the ice were shot one after another, and fell to the thick ice, with blood gushing out, and the pure white ice was dyed blood red.

Wanyan half-quilted and the others were not much better, they each resisted the sharp arrows around them, and were occasionally scratched by the arrows, unable to move forward or retreat for a while,

If they turned around and left at this time, they would be shot into a sieve immediately, they might as well rush into the enemy camp and kill them happily.

"I can't leave anyway, I'll fight with them! I'm going to kill the dog emperor!" Yue quietly raised her eyebrows fiercely, flew up first, and threw a whip at Nan Shuxuan.

It's just that the other party didn't move at all, and one of the four masters who had been guarding by his side was the one who pretended to be Xuan Qing to make a sneak attack earlier, and blocked Yue Quietly's whip with his long sword to meet him.

Wanyan Fusheng and Jiang Qimo also rushed up. The first thing they did was to kill the rows of archers. Although there were a large number of opponents, the density of the arrows shot became smaller, and the North on the ice surface The Xinjiang soldiers charged even harder, and soon came forward.

The soldiers behind Nan Shuxuan abandoned their bows and arrows and went up to meet them. The two sides fought together.

……

The soldiers in front were fighting, and behind them, a white figure on a horse gradually approached.

"Stop! Stop it for me!" Xuan Qing's arrival was stopped, and the people in front could not hear him.

It's just that the two armies are fighting in full swing, who can hear it?Who can stop!

In desperation, Xuan Qing didn't care too much, stepped on the shoulders of the soldiers in front of him, and passed all the way forward, dozens of hundreds of soldiers came to kill him along the way, Xuan Qing only blocked them with the palm of his hand, but only left like this Recently, he couldn't kill him, so he was still injured, and his white monk robe was stained with blood.

Directly ahead, Nan Shuxuan was riding on a tall horse, surrounded by layers of guards.

There were not many northern Xinjiang soldiers brought by the Mu brothers, and they fought back wave after wave of soldiers from the Southern Dynasty.The blood almost stained the ice surface of the long river red.

But Wanyan Fusheng and Jiang Qimo were besieged by several masters, they wanted to kill Nan Shuxuan but couldn't make it through, they were both injured.

Wanyan Banqin's martial arts was originally the highest among these people, but she was stabbed in the chest by the fake master earlier, and the blood that had been stopped by Jiang Qimo now started to flow again, and her strength was exhausted. At this time, she was surrounded by a group of soldiers , I just felt that the sword in my hand was getting heavier and heavier, and every time I resisted it made my tiger's mouth numb.

Yue Qingran was still fighting with the previous person, she didn't hurt him with a single whip, but she was covered with sword wounds instead.

However, she suddenly took a few steps back and stopped, wiped the blood from her lips, and smiled sweetly, "Do you think I can only fight recklessly?"

Her whip was soaked in poison since she was a child. Although each blow did not hit the opponent, the strong wind it bounced filled the air with poisonous gas.

The man obviously also felt that his internal force was blocked, his face changed, Yue quietly looked at the right time, wrapped a whip around the opponent's neck, stepped on the soldier's shoulder, turned over and threw the man out by the neck.

The man was tightly strangled by the neck, and his face was flushed from being unable to breathe. The long sword in his hand was thrown towards the moon with the last of his strength, and then he struggled and finally stopped all movements, his eyes almost protruding. come out.

Yue Quietly's energy had long been exhausted, and at this moment her body was hurting from large and small wounds, and she saw the opponent's long sword approaching.

At this time, a palm wind suddenly struck, as if carrying mountains and seas, wherever the palm wind went, there was a surge, and the besieging soldiers were all pushed away forcefully, and for a moment, I felt that the internal organs were painful like being hammered Back off and spread out.

Xuan Qing had already approached, and seeing Wanyan Banqin and Yue Jingran in danger, he quickly broke through the besieging people with one hand, and blocked the long sword in front of Yue Quiet with the other hand.

With palms intertwined, Jiang Qimo and Wanyan Fusheng were pulled back, and the soldiers of both sides were separated and pushed back to the two sides in an instant.

When everyone saw the person in front of them clearly, they couldn't help being surprised and delighted——

"Master..."

"Grandmaster……"

"Amitabha." Xuan Qing's blood-stained monk's robe fluttered, and he stood alone in the middle, unexpectedly forcibly creating a boundary between the two parties.

"Master, you didn't..." Others also came up to him, seeing that he was still intact although he was bloody, their voices choked up.

Xuan Qing and Lu Yingheng immediately rushed to the prison when they got the news earlier, there was almost a river of blood flowing there, only Amaro, Wu Qichong and Bai Muzhi were left alive, and almost all three of them became blood men, Xuan Qing If Qing came one step later, I'm afraid there would be no one left.

With Lu Yingheng's help, Xuan Qing rescued them.Amaro breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xuan Qing's appearance in good health, but quickly realized that they had been fooled.After learning that Wanyan Banqin and the others fled to Changhe with the fake master, Xuanqing asked Lu Yingheng to take care of Amaro and the others, while he drove to Changhe by himself.

Fortunately, he came in time.

Jiang Qimo hurriedly wanted to step forward to show him the wound, but he stopped him by raising his hand, and comforted him with a smile: "The poor monk is fine, thank you benefactors for your concern."

... His current body does not dare to be investigated by Jiang Qimo. For this perfect ending, he spent a lot of money to stimulate all the strength of this body. As for what will happen in the future...

On the other side, Nan Shuxuan's eyes met with Xuanqing's. From the time he appeared, Nan Shuxuan's expression darkened a bit.

He suppressed the anger in his heart, and said lightly: "Master, didn't we agree? What are you doing?"

Xuanqing probably knew what he meant, when playing chess that day, Nan Shuxuan had something in his words, he didn't want to kill him, but wanted to use him, so he let him pretend he didn't know, and when the matter calmed down, everything would return to its original position.

But... how is it possible?How could he, in the name of a holy monk, watch everyone fall to their deaths because of saving him, while he was rich and prosperous?

Xuanqing shook his head, clasped his hands together, and met Nan Shuxuan's firm gaze, "All benefactors fell into danger to save Xuanqing, how can Xuanqing just sit idly by?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at the scarred people behind him, and he couldn't help but look ashamed, "Amitabha, it's Xuanqing who has dragged down the benefactors."

Everyone knew that he was safe and sound at this time, and they already felt that this trip was enough in their hearts.It's just that Xuanqing was safe at first, but now he is in danger in order to save them. Although with Xuanqing's strength, no one can stop him if he wants to leave here, how could he leave everyone behind?

For a moment, everyone was happy and sad, and they couldn't blame him, so they hurriedly said: "What did the master say? You are so merciful, how many people in northern Xinjiang were saved at the beginning? Now the dog emperor of the Southern Dynasty is restless and kind. What counts?"

"Blessing benefactors, what virtue can Xuanqing..." Xuanqing sighed in his heart, these people really gave up their lives because of him.

Nan Shuxuan looked at him with cold eyes, the look of sympathy and sympathy with these foreigners, the calm look that he had always planned and planned has long since disappeared, and he felt a nameless anger welling up in his heart.

He tightened his grip on the reins, and raised his voice: "Xuanqing! Do you really want to accompany them?"

Xuan Qing didn't speak, but firm black eyes were already the best answer.

He would rather die than stand by his side... Nan Shuxuan felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, and smiled angrily, "Since one life is nothing, let's all die here..."