"Nangong Chenhu!" With an angry shout, a terrifying geek appeared in the sky, and a figure stood in the air, with a light white true energy surging around her body, walking in the air, wearing white armor, with a graceful figure, like a pine and bamboo standing upright, and a pair of sword eyebrows as deep as an abyss. Looking at Nangong Chenhu in front of her, her eyes were full of anger.

"Wenhan! I thought you were not here?" Nangong Chenhu was slick and his eyes were full of ridicule. Looking at Wenhan standing in the air, Nangong Chenhu's hands wrapped around his chest loosened, rubbed his sore neck, which was quite resistant to his words.

"Stop it all!" Wen Han looked back at the magic circle that was gradually activated, and immediately waved his hand and shouted angrily, his eyes shining coldly, and his voice was like a big bell, spreading throughout the valley and earth veins.

"Who dares!" Nangong Chenhu Jiwenhan spoke, and immediately shouted loudly, with a thunderous voice. The soldiers who had just hesitated and paused did not dare to hesitate, but still activated their strength to activate the magic circle.

"Nangong Chenhu! You..."

"Wenhan! Shut up!" Nangong Chenhu's voice was cold, and he suddenly stepped on his feet. The true energy around him surged. A dark red torrent formed a pill from his body. The winged tiger under his crotch was shaken away by the torrent and staggered in the air. The white wings swayed left and right in the air, and the vibration was three or four times before he could barely stabilize his body.

"Wenhan! Do you know why the general let me take charge of this election? Because the military camp resources are limited, the beast tide is coming, we have no choice. I am the main general of this election, you are the deputy general, and it is up to me to choose how to choose! If you dare to obstruct, the military law will deal with it! And! I will be the evil man, come good man, don't make me noise here." Nangong Chenhu stared at Wenhan with black eyes, immediately looked at the soldiers on the stone bridge, and scolded: "What are you doing when you stand there, hurry up!"

"Open the formation"

"You... are very good! Then you can explain to the general yourself." Wen Han snorted coldly, floating his clothes, turning into a rainbow and leaving.

The general in white, who was originally regarded as hope by everyone, left like this, and the hearts that everyone held were sinking a lot.

On the stone bridge

Five red blood arrays appeared. Based on the Four Symbols and Two Ordinances, many obscure rune avenues were carved around them. Although the formation could not be considered as covering the sky and the sun, it was several 300 meters long and wide. In front of these ordinary people, it was undoubtedly a giant.

Several experienced wandering soldiers and scattered people on the stone bridge looked pale and pointed to the formation in front of them and said, "This...is this a teleportation array!"

"It's indeed a teleportation array! I've been a guard for others before! This is the teleportation array!" The middle-aged man in black was thin, pointing at the five large arrays with a serious expression, and he had some guesses in his heart.

"Knot! Spread!" A young man on the other side of the bridge was in the Hongguan covered in military armor. The man was wearing a long ink suit, with a dark red light flashing between his eyebrows. He had a magic seal in his hand and stamped his hands. A red rune appeared behind him and then appeared on the heads of everyone.

"Boom..." A red spiritual array suddenly appeared in the air and then scattered continuously. It was in the form of a character, with hundreds of array patterns, and each array gate transformed into a hundred meters of opening.

Many people below were looking around and curious. Ning Yue's face was solemn. He did not follow the crowd and followed them to curiosity. His past experience told him that curiosity kills cats, and the more attractive things are, the more dangerous it is.

There are many people who are wary of Ning Yue, especially those who have reached the power level, who reach the waist, back, and arms. They all reach out to find out wherever they hide their weapons.

As the formation gradually spread perfectly, a touch of pressure appeared on everyone, as if they were burdened with more than fifty pounds. Under such pressure, some people are old and weak, and they are hard to move. Ning Yue felt a chill in his heart. This is pressure,

"Swoosh swish swish swish..." Thousands of torrents emerged, and tens of thousands of lights and shadows appeared in front of everyone, falling to the ground one after another. Some kind-hearted men shouted loudly and greeted everyone: "Distract quickly! Quick!"

"Hurry! Go!" Everyone was scattered with birds and beasts, scattering in all directions. The torrents in the air fell, and the bells were slamming. When they landed, everyone saw clearly their appearance. Swords, guns, swords, and halberds were weapons.

Ning Yue dodged like a monkey, with dense formations. Ning Yue climbed onto the iron cable and grabbed the gap in the formation, and then he barely avoided it. Hundreds of cohesive men held their own force and shouted loudly. They gathered their strength around them, transforming their power into a cauldron, and shocked the weapons.

Even some men who were eager to show their feelings and wanted to leave a good impression in front of this general used their unique skills to smash these weapons. If they were to march normally, they would have to say good martial arts. But in this critical moment, everyone was thinking about how to survive and there was no time to cheer.

And in the eyes of those veterans who are arrogant and talented, these arrogant people are just showing off their skills and have nothing to say. In a word, they are fancy and fancy.

The weapons were as bright as a mirror. This torrent lasted half a stick of incense before the formation gradually spread and turned into a light dust star. Many people were scattered, but these were lucky. Some old and weak were stabbed to death by the weapons.

Ning Yue took a deep breath, smelled the bloody smell in the air, his eyes were full of horror, and he whispered and dropped the iron chain. He stood on the ground, looking at the people who were wailing and screaming in pain, and stood there on the spot. Several people who survived the disaster looked at the corpses everywhere, and their eyes were full of tears. Some people cried loudly, which made Nangong Chenhu in the air look two deep.

"Let's go!" Several powerful masters who were companioning greeted their brothers around them and quickly rushed forward. They did not dare to stay here for a long time. Living here is the top priority.

It was the first time Ning Yue encountered such a scene. He stood there in a daze, watching the man in the abdomen stabbed by a spear on the ground dying, and threw his eyes at Ning Yue for help, and he even swallowed his voice: "Save...Save...Save me."

Ning Yue looked at the man in front of him and wanted to save him, but there was another premise that he needed to save himself. Not to mention that he had not gathered all his strength, even if he had, he would be afraid of death when he brought the wounded.

Ning Yue turned his head too far. In this world, there are too many separations of life and death, too many intrigues, too many intrigues, and too many intrigues. He is not a good person or a bad person. He can do it, but he just doesn't harm others.

Kindness is a good thing, but it cannot help him through the disaster; true kindness is within the scope of his ability, beyond this range, and he cannot help others, and he will also kill himself.

Ning Yue picked up a bronze sword on the ground casually. The blade turned yellow and it was not considered a magic weapon, but holding it in his hand, it would at least make him feel more at ease.

"Let's go...!" More and more people are running towards Hongguan. Many people have only one idea, which is to leave the bridge, but the bridge can only accommodate twenty people side by side. There are tens of thousands of people on the bridge. Ning Yue's vision has become dark.

The strongest master of Five Dings was only 300 meters away from everyone, and every step he took would be difficult.

There were yelling and scolding from time to time in the dark crowd, asking people on both sides to give way and not stop them from moving forward. Ning Yue's brows became more and more serious. He could feel the pressure on the bridge deck. His abdomen was empty, and now he was even more tired. This road was not easy to walk.

Every time the pressure on the bridge went further, Ning Yue felt like he had moved dozens of kilograms of rocks. Gradually, he felt a strange feeling. His body's adaptability was gradually increasing. Widths of yellow breath wandered through his meridians. Every time he wandered, Ning Yue felt that the soreness on his body had been relieved a lot, like ice compress.

This strange feeling made Ning Yue a little excited. When he was begging for food, he once sat on the side of the road and heard people say that breathing can relieve the mind and relieve fatigue. At this moment, Ning Yue stopped and felt the mind. The breath was like a hair, not as long as his little finger, wandering around his body. Moreover, every step Ning Yue took, the strange breath would become slow in his body. Then when Ning Yue adapted, the breath moved as usual and became longer than before.

When Ning Yue became excited when he thought of this, he walked harder than before. After several tests, Ning Yue stopped and adapted every ten steps forward. After feeling that his yellow hair was moving as usual, Ning Yue was moving forward.

But the further we got to the end, it became more and more difficult, so that after waiting for half a stick of incense, the breath could return to normal.

While pausing to feel the breath, Ning Yue looked at the bronze sword in his hand, with a puzzled expression. Why did he throw weapons in advance? Could it be that they wanted to kill each other? Ning Yue looked at the distance of three or four thousand meters ahead, and his face was a little embarrassed. He was about to reach the year of the monkey and horse month.

Such examples appear from time to time among thousands of people. Many smart people are like Ning Yue, but some people don’t know that they want to keep running forward, but too much is not enough. They often get tired and panting when they are halfway through the journey, but they just don’t want to die and keep running forward.

Nangong Chenhu, who was standing in the air, groped in the ring in his hand, looked at the men rushing in front, and couldn't help but raise his lips. He sighed that there were still a few good seedlings this time. He looked at the black-clothed green man beside him and smiled: "Is the time here?"

"There is still a skill to have an incense stick!" The man in black stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the tens of thousands of people below, thinking silently.

"So long! It's a waste of time. If I had known this, that guy Wen Qian would take it." Nangong Chenhu groped out his beard, his eyes full of playfulness.

"If he comes, it would be a blessing for these ten thousand people to go out alive for hundreds of people!" When the Qingshi Mo said this, the back of a general appeared in his mind, with a silver armor and a blood robe, and a silver spear in his hand, standing in the sea of ​​corpses and beasts.

"Oh! You say...!" Nangong Chenhu was about to make a joke, but a sound of the sound of the sea came from the stone bridge below.

"Bang!" With a sound of the tripod, a strong man in his thirties appeared, with yellow silk all over his body, gradually condensing into a small tripod the size of a fist, hovering around him. Although the movement was not big, it was not small, which attracted everyone to stop and watch.

"It's cohesive! I'm cohesive! I have the power of a cauldron... Hahahaha!" The man laughed, his eyes full of excitement, which attracted a burst of envy from the people around him.

There were many smart people among them. Knowing the purpose of this bridge, everyone suddenly realized and moved forward hard. Ning Yue was also here, and he wanted to gather his strength, and he was entering the martial arts ranks.

The long journey is long, and he doesn't want to live so humblely. He also wants to take a look at the peak of martial arts.

"Bang bang bang..."

Countless qi seas exploded in the crowd, and cohesion was not difficult. For those children of aristocratic families, they were just children playing house. They could gather strength at the age of seven or eight, but these people were just incompetent.

Ning Yue was also paying close attention to his own changes at this time. The hair, which was as long as a little finger, gradually extended as a woman's three thousand black hair length. After walking three or four times, it became thicker and thicker. The yellow air threads that were originally thick and thin had now become the size of rice grains. After ten breaths, the hair gradually appeared on his arms, and finally turned into a fist-sized qi tripod like others. A small golden cauldron appeared, hovering around Ning Yue, like a baby.

Ning Yue's face was pale at this time, his forehead was covered with beans-sized sweat beads, and his back had already been penetrated by sweat. The qi sea of ​​cauldron body roared, attracting the envy of the old men on both sides. Ning Yue didn't care about their eyes, but paid attention to his small cauldron. Although the body of the cauldron was condensed, the qi sea was still very empty, and it seemed that it had not been cast and would collapse at any time.

Ning Yue didn't dare to be careless. Although he was happy, he knew how to cherish it. Looking ahead, Ning Yue murmured to himself: "This bridge has the effect of cohesion. The more you move forward, the more you may be more beneficial. Take a few steps first and stabilize the tripod! Only then can you condense the second tripod."

After thinking about it, Ning took a big step forward and ran 320 steps forward. With strong support, Ning's pace was as vigorous as flying. The people around him were envious. The fewer people went forward, the greater the pressure. The crowd around him was not as crowded as before. Ning Yue looked around, and there were two men who had just gathered their strength. The small tripod surrounded him, but they were very empty. In this way, they couldn't wait to gather the second strength.

Ning Yue was not anxious, but instilled the second ray of freshly born into the small tripod. As time passed, Ning Yue continued to water it, but the small tripod became more solid and stable, not as shaky as before.

"Hehe! You guy has some tricks!" A hoarse voice came from Ning Yue's left side. Ning Yue looked indifferently and turned out to be the storyteller, Old Yu.

Old Master Yu looked at Ning Yue with a smile in his eyes. He looked at this little thing up and down. Ning Yue looked at Old Master Yu without saying much, but he still went his own way and gathered his strength to move forward.

Nangong Chenhu and others were quite impatient in the sky. They looked at the stone bridge. Now the two sides were clearly separated. There were only thousands of people walking forward, but the tens of thousands of people behind them had not yet gathered their strength. They couldn't help but look at the man in black clothes, with his eyes self-evident.
Chapter completed!