Three hundred steps, two hundred steps, one hundred steps...

The confused eyes gradually became clear, and the heavy steps under Tian Fan's feet were a little lighter, and it was almost here. As long as you enter the city, everything was over.

Seeing the gate of Lucheng getting closer, Tian Fan's heart revived, as if he saw the beautiful pastoral life waving to him, and even the wound with blood dripping on his shoulders did not hurt so much. Or, after such a long escape, his body had already become numb.

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer behind him, Tian Fan was cruel and grabbed the wound with his hand. In an instant, blood gushed out. The biting pain restored his control over his body, and ran from walking to the welcoming man, and it was finally over.

"Deacon Fan."

Tian Shan, who was waiting at the west gate of Lucheng every day, wiped his eyes and shouted in surprise. He was still complaining when he was arranged to patrol here, envious of the brothers guarding the border. You know, Tian Fan is most likely to walk the border, and the credit of welcoming the deacon is enough to get him into the sight of the top leaders. Tian Shan never expected that Deacon Tian Fan would actually cross the Great Wall and come to Lucheng. He seemed to see the opportunity to climb a high place. "Tian Fan?" Hearing Tian Fan's shouting, Tian Chong, the deacon of Xingmen who happened to patrol the city gate, walked forward quickly and was surprised to see Tian Fan's figure.

But when he saw the group of people behind the lonely figure, Tian Chong's expression immediately changed: "Hurry, follow me to pick up Deacon Fan." "Yes."

He quickly stepped on the horse, Tian Chong poked the horse's belly hard, and the best war horse neighed and ran forward like crazy.

According to the news from the only remaining strongholds in Han and Wei, Tian Chong naturally knew the pursuit of Tian Fan and knew about Tian Fan's current situation. However, he really did not dare to lead his 500 Mo people to cross the border. This was the last power that the master relied on. Once these 500 Mo people were damaged, Tian Chong could not explain to Ju Zi. It was not just Ju Zi's decision within Qi Mo. Therefore, even if he knew the danger of Tian Fan's presence, he could only wait in Lu City, hoping that Tian Fan could escape from heaven according to his own plan. I think Tian Fan, who is also a master, would understand his difficulties.

At this moment, looking at the embarrassing Tian Fan, the grudge in Tian Chong's heart had long dissipated. He could understand the situation of his opponent on weekdays. He fled alone for thousands of miles. If it were him, he would have collapsed and given up long ago.

At the same time, a team of thousands of cavalry came to the west gate of Lucheng. The dust soaring into the sky declared its mighty combat power. This was the vanguard of the 50,000 elite soldiers led by Grand Sima Tianxin, and it was also the most elite cavalry in the Qi army.

"The Grand Sima, the front is Lu City." Pointing to the city in front, Wen Chong, who was the chief general of five thousand cavalry, was also proud of his words.

"Well, who is that?" Tian Xin, who was the royal family member, had no favoritism for this general who was thrown into Tian Dan's command. He looked at the teams in front of him and asked in surprise. Although Tian Dan was also a royal family member, how could he not be irresistible when he ran the royal family into such a situation?

"Like a man from the Mo Sect, and a soldier from the Wei army." Wen Chong, who was good at seeing the situation ahead, suddenly saw clearly, and was a little confused as he spoke.

"Mozhe? Wei Army?" Tian Xin frowned when he heard two words that he didn't like very much. Qi Mo followed Tian Dan and was undoubtedly a shame for their Tian family royal family. The Wei army was even more of a feud with Qi. This time, Qi rescued Wei State was just to curb the situation of Zhao State in order to prevent another powerful Qin State. However, this could not change the evil of Qi and Wei State, who had never stopped fighting after the Battle of Guiling.

"Commander, the Qi army is here." Seeing most of the cavalry galloping in the distance, He Shan, who was following Xia Hong, reminded him. At the current distance, if the Qi army sprinted, they would not be able to escape without a mount. As for the Mozhe who ran from the city gate, He Shan subconsciously ignored it. In the past few days, the Mozhe who died under his sword had not been sixty or fifty.

"It's okay."

After estimating the distance and calculating the possible situation, Xia Hong slowly raised the crossbow arrow in his hand and aimed at the staggering back.

"Swoosh..."

With the slight sound of the rolling horse hooves, a crossbow arrow drew a beautiful track and inserted it into Tian Fan's back.

A slight stinging pain came from his back. Tian Fan, who was originally heavy, was sent to the ground by the force, and his face hit the stone slab directly. He felt a little warm on his head. Tian Fan wanted to touch it with his hands, but found that he was powerless and could not even move his hands. A feeling of death filled his heart, but he actually breathed a sigh of relief and it was finally over.

"You dare."

Only a few breaths were left to receive Tian Fan, but Tian Chong watched his former competitor fall down in front of him. For a moment, his eyes bulged and blue veins bulged.

Even though Hetian Fan was a little dirty before, it was all about their Mozhe. In any case, Tian Fan, as the deacon of Qi Moxia Sect, who was second only to the master of the status of the master, was killed alive in front of him, which was indeed a great shame for Qi Mo.

Just as he was about to use a crossbow arrow to shoot back, Tian Chong touched the horse's belly and realized that he was in a hurry. The war horse he was riding was the horse of Lucheng City Guards, and there was no weapon for them to match with. He secretly hated him for a moment.

"kill."

Without crossbow arrows, the angry Tian Chong pulled out the bronze sword hanging on the horse's belly and rushed towards the slowly retreating enemy with one horse. The rest of the Imperials without mounts were dozens of steps away.

"seek death."

Looking at the Mozhe who was racing, Xia Hong's eyes showed a trace of disdain. He took the two crossbows of Hu Ben beside him, stood firm with his feet, aimed at the tall war horse, pulled the trigger without hesitation, and then retreated to the direction of the forest without stopping.

"flutter…"

The horse's neck and one horse's legs were shot by an arrow respectively. The painful war horse could not grasp the balance. With the rapid speed, it suddenly fell to the ground and threw Tian Chong on its body off the horse.

When the war horse was caught in an arrow, Tian Chong, who had not lost his mind, was prepared. The moment he was thrown into the air, his body turned and the copper sword in his hand pointed at the ground.

With the reaction force of the copper sword stabbing the ground, Tian Chong, who had removed most of the force, rotated his body in the air for several times, and landed safely on the ground with the sword station. However, his hand holding the copper sword was trembling a little, and his red eyes stared at the retreating Zhao Jun.

One person was attacked by crossbow arrows and the other was thrown off the horse. All of them happened in an instant. Wen Zhong, who had seen this scene, also noticed something was wrong. With a wave of his right hand, hundreds of cavalry rushed out of the army formation and gathered into a purple dragon to chase the retreating Wei army.

Daishan, this majestic mountain, known as the "Five Mountains" in later generations, is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, and is unattainable. Few people can climb to the top of the rock. It is rumored that in the depths of the clouds and mists, there are immortals sitting in meditation. When ordinary people encounter it, they can extend their life for a hundred years. They are called "sacred mountain" by people with hundreds of miles radius.

Since Lu fell in Chu last year, this mysterious sacred mountain has become the territory of Chu. King Wante of Chu stationed a military soldier here, hoping to meet immortals and ask to return to Shouchun to prolong the country's fortune.

On this day, the quietness of Daishan was awakened by a neat footsteps. The Chu army camp at the foot of Daishan welcomed a team of special guests. If you look down from the sky, you can see a purple dragon that is almost impossible to see at the tail gradually gathering outside the Chu army camp at the foot of Daishan, and soon formed an extremely large square formation. In addition, teams of soldiers continued to walk out of the Qi Great Wall Pass.
Chapter completed!