The soldiers who were originally guarding the soup pot all drew their swords boldly. How could they escape?

More cavalry also poured in from outside the slope at the same time, surrounding the Mon army.

The soldiers of the Liang Dynasty had superb riding skills that were definitely not comparable to those of the Mon soldiers. They held the horse's back between their legs, grabbed the rope with one hand and brandished a sword with the other, and they were able to do so with ease.

How Hou Qiyun's disciples lost their heads was how they lost their heads.

Hou Qiyun's old eyes were illuminated by the light and shed tears. He turned his head around in confusion and confusion.

Then they saw that King Xuan's tent was finally moved.

King Xuan came out. Under the shining firelight, his face was handsome but cold, as if he were a god descending from the earth.

Behind him were the Xuanjia guards carrying dragon bird knives on their waists, all of whom were fierce and imposing.

King Xuan didn't even look at him, got on his horse, and headed straight for Lingu with the Xuanjia Guard.

Wherever they passed, the Mon soldiers fell down.

King Xuan's soldiers also behaved the same way as him.

They strike the sword quickly and quickly without making any sound. At first glance, they look like Yin soldiers, which makes people feel cold and terrifying, and they are extremely sharp.

Hou Qiyun stood there, his scalp numb as he watched.

The King of Wei came arrogantly to take over the command, but was captured again. Hou Qiyun came here every day to ask His Highness to send troops, and his words were full of resentment that His Highness did not understand the general situation.

These incidents have already stretched the strings in everyone's minds to the extreme.

The silence is their anger.

"Master, please leave quickly!" Someone pulled Lin Gu's sleeve.

But Lin Gu angrily threw him away.

His eyes were wide open with anger, he was shouting sutras dedicated to Xianruo Pushi, holding a short knife in his hand, and he went straight towards him.

There was no change on King Xuan's face, he just stared at him expressionlessly, as if staring at a piece of meat that was destined to rot.

At that moment, Lin Gu was reminded of the gods enshrined in the temple.

There was a clanging sound.

The blades collided, making a clear sound.

numb!

Lin Gu held the handle of the knife tightly with one hand, not daring to let go, and clenched his teeth unconsciously.

King Xuan's wrist was extremely strong, but with a freehand thrust forward, Lin Gu felt as if the seams in his bones were about to burst.

He couldn't resist, and the blade cut into his shoulder.

Lin Gu screamed in pain.

Several people gathered around to save him, but were stopped by the Xuanjia Guards. They were Meng warriors, but the Xuanjia Guards were as good as ten.

"Your wife is very beautiful." King Xuan suddenly moved his lips and said those four words expressionlessly.

His voice was low, like the whisper of the King of Hell in the dark night.

What? Lin Gu hasn't reacted yet.

King Xuan suddenly sheathed his sword.

Lin Gu only felt more pain on his shoulder, and then he grasped the handle of the knife tighter, trying to use force to fight again...

"call out".

The blade tore through the air.

Lin Gu only felt a stream of hot blood flowing down his cheek.

It turned out that his ear flew out.

"...Hurry up and offer it up quickly?" King Xuan asked again.

Lin Gu finally remembered.

That was the provocative letter I asked Na Qian Zixu to write before!

He had already forgotten it!

Seeing King Xuan raising his sword again.

There was a buzzing sound in Lin Gu's mind, and a thought flashed instinctively - he must keep an ear open!

So he fell sideways without thinking, and the knife fell on his shoulder again.

A piece of flesh on the shoulder was shaved off.

Lin Gu was in unbearable pain and screamed out of his throat.

But he only received a heavy reward on his front foot, and he is afraid of fighting on his back foot. What does this mean for him?

At this time, a big knife stuck out from the side and blocked King Xuan's castration.

"Yao Minghui?" Hou Qiyun shouted his name in horror, "Are you still alive?"

Yao Minghui smiled: "Yes, when I meet my old friend today, either you will be the soul for the sword, or I will be the meat for the anvil."

"Your Highness! Yao Minghui is good at wielding swords and is known as the Ghost Sword!" Hou Qiyun shouted hurriedly. He was old and had naturally seen Yao Minghui when he was in the Xingyi Army.

King Xuan still showed no expression and raised his hand.

The blade flew out, but it was still connected to the long and heavy iron chain.

The iron chain wrapped around Lin Gu's neck and took him off the horse. The blade even scraped off several hairs of Yao Minghui.

Yao Minghui dodged and his expression changed slightly: "King Xuan is not too heavy either..."

"Why did you surrender to the Mon people?" King Xuan asked him.

Yao Minghui said: "We and the Emperor of Liang Dynasty have no sworn relationship..." When he said this, he unconsciously fell into the eyes of King Xuan.

The handsome and solemn young man in front of him seemed to have seen decades of spring and autumn in his eyes, with the power to see through people's hearts.

His cold gaze went straight into the depths of Yao Minghui's soul, as if questioning his soul.

Yao Minghui shook off this strange feeling and leaned over to save Lin Gu.

But Lin Gu had already been dragged to King Xuan's horse.

Lin Gu was so depressed that his temples bulged and his face turned blue. He swung the knife in his hand, but he could only hit the air.

Yao Minghui sighed with an ugly expression, stopped pestering him, turned around and left with his people.

When Pai Lingu was the commander, the benefits were obvious.

The majestic national master drives the soldiers to be relaxed and at ease, making the top and bottom of the army unite in will.

But once they encounter adversity, such as now... when the soldiers find that the national teachers they admire so much are so vulnerable, as if they are not protected by the wise men at all, the morale of the army will suddenly collapse.

King Xuan raised his eyelids: "Are you leaving?"

Yao Minghui didn't look back.

Their riding and shooting skills are far superior to those of the Mon people, but not just anyone can stay here if they want!

At this time, a louder sound was heard approaching.

The sound of horse hooves and the sound of people shouting for death.

Getting closer and closer, causing the entire Guanlingpo to vibrate.

Who is coming?

Is it the reinforcements from the Liang Dynasty? Or the reinforcements from the Meng people?

No one knows.

Until someone came and raised a flag.

Yao Minghui took a closer look: "...Anxi Army!"

Yao Minghui immediately stopped running and turned around to meet King Xuan again.

Hou Qiyun reacted: "You provoked the Anxi Army?"

Yao Minghui smiled and said: "Exactly! The Anxi army is also a rebel army, and we are also a rebel army. Why not be together in one place?"

But he just finished speaking.

But I saw the Anxi Army chop down a Mon soldier.

The Mon soldiers were followed by more swords.

Yao Minghui's expression gradually froze: "...failed to instigate rebellion?"

Hou Qiyun's heart dropped heavily, and this sentence brought him back up again.

It had only been a few hours before and after, but his heart had been tortured repeatedly.

Late at night.
To be continued...