The villain is whitewashed: the heroine regrets it

Weiyang Town is said to be a town, but in fact it is the military stronghold of Tianji Longji. This town is not big, there are no civilians in it, only some soldiers. Long Yuanzhao and others came back here. It was still burning, and the corpses of the soldiers were lying on the ground. He stretched out his hand, and he could vaguely touch the undissipated spiritual power on the wall.

Seeing this dilapidated scene, the last straw in the hearts of all the monks sank, and a few female cultivators with poor psychological endurance squatted on the ground and cried, "Even this place has been captured by the demon clan, look Come on we are dead."

Su Xueru tightly grasped the corner of Cheng Xingdu's clothes, she asked tremblingly: "Brother Cheng, do we really have nowhere to go?"

Cheng Xingdu heaved a long sigh, and there was nothing he could do to save the current situation, "Snow Wolf Guards will catch up here in a while, we are exhausted and unable to resist, if we continue to flee, we will eventually It will take about five hours to escape to Jiang Anguan, and the Snow Wolf Guards had already killed us on the way."

"Then are we really dead this time?"

Cheng Xingdu clenched his fists tightly. He never thought that he would die in such a place. Strong unwillingness and regret filled his chest. When he looked at Su Xueru again, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say a thousand words, and finally But he only said dryly: "It should be!"

Su Xueru twitched the corners of her mouth, and accepted the result helplessly. She accidentally glanced at Long Yuanzhao, but was surprised to find that this man seemed to be looking around and thinking about how to deal with the enemy. The scene of Wanjun enduring the pain and capturing Yaoyin couldn't help but sigh: "Will this man never accept his fate?"

Xia Zhizhen and the children of the five major families including Chang Zhengyang leaned against the wall in a decadent manner, as if waiting for death to come.

Long Yuanzhao stepped on the broken wall and continued to observe the terrain. In his eyes, this is nothing at all. At least now he still has nearly a hundred strong men. With more than half an hour of preparation time, he is fully capable of turning the tables. He also fought battles that were several times more difficult than this when he was young.

The Shenlong Continent has been at peace for a long time. Compared with the old people like them, the younger generation not only has poorer inner endurance, but also lacks accurate judgment of the situation when the wind is headed.

He was about to teach these young people a good lesson, but the female monks beside him cried louder. Long Yuanzhao felt noisy, so he frowned and shouted: "Why are you crying?"

The female cultivator is no longer afraid of Long Yuanzhao, she wiped her tears and said, "Why don't we cry twice when we are about to die?"

"Who told you that your death is imminent?" Long Yuanzhao slowly swept his gaze around all the people, taking a panoramic view of their low and sad expressions, and he scolded: "Wait for me to get up and watch I'm disgusted by your useless appearance."

He grabbed Chang Zhengyang who was squatting in the corner and said, "Draw out your sword and continue fighting for me."

At this time, Chang Zhengyang had already resigned to his fate, and he said with a dejected look: "It's useless, we can't win."

"How do you know you can't win?" Chang Zhengyang is the son of Long Yuanzhao's friend Chang Qiji. Back then, Lao Tzu and the Supreme One were besieged by hundreds of disciples of the Asura Sect and did not give up, why did you give up?"

Chang Zhengyang felt as if he had been slapped in the face, and suddenly recalled what his father Chang Qiji had told him about the past!
Long Yuanzhao said to him as if he was talking to everyone: "At that time, Lord Supreme and Patriarch Chang fought two against two hundred for seven days and seven nights. How did they fight? They didn't even dare to sleep! After eating up all the food, I went to drink the blood on the ground when I was hungry. In the end, I didn’t even have any spiritual power, so I took the sword to fight the enemy hand-to-hand. What is the current situation compared to them? Get up Continue fighting!"

Chang Zhengyang was greatly encouraged when he heard about his father's past, his scattered eyes once again condensed and became extremely resolute, he held the sword and asked Long Yuanzhao: "How do you say we should fight? I will listen to you s arrangement."

Xia Zhizhen was the second to stand up, "I listen to you too."

Seeing that both Chang and Xia cheered up, Lin Chengyu thought not to embarrass the Lin family, so he also stood up, and he shouted to his little brothers: "Stop lying there, get up for me."

The rest of the people stood up from the ground one after another. Cheng Xingdu looked at Long Yuanzhao with dark eyes. He didn't believe that Long Yuanzhao could complete the reversal in this situation.

Long Yuanzhao nodded in satisfaction, and then told everyone his plan, using the original military facilities in Weiyang Town to build a line of defense, everyone defended in Weiyang Town, and then lined up a few flexible monks to form a high-level group. The mobile troops took the opportunity to attack and disrupt the formation of the Snow Wolf Guards, and the auxiliary monks treated them after they returned.

Everyone understood that monks who went out to fight were extremely risky, so no one was willing to go. Chang Zhengyang raised his hand and planned to participate, but Cheng Xingdu took the lead!

Cheng Xingdu didn't know what his intention was, and suddenly said to Long Yuanzhao who was always hostile: "Since no one is willing to take on this important task, then let me do it!"

"Brother Cheng!" Su Xue was moved to tears by Cheng Xingdu's heroism.

Chang Zhengyang followed closely behind: "I am the second to participate."

Xia Zhizhen was the third one, and there was no one else after that. Dongfangmeng gave Lin Chengyu wild winks, but Lin Chengyu lowered his head and pretended not to see it at all.

Ning Yun stood up and came to Long Yuanzhao. She moved her stiff fingers and said, "I'll go too."

Long Yuanzhao saw that her injured hands were still oozing blood, and her elbows were covered with bones, and she refused: "You stay here, you are a physical cultivator who is not as flexible as them, and these auxiliary monks also need protection. "

Long Yuanzhao saw that there was no one to participate, so he selected a few from the team that he thought were suitable, and forced them to participate. His arbitrariness aroused the anger of the crowd, and everyone questioned: "Not only did you, the proposer, not take the lead in participating , and no one else is allowed to participate?"

Long Yuanzhao emphasized: "As I said, she is a self-cultivator and is not suitable for this task."

"Cut!" The group of monks sneered and said, "Who doesn't know that Ning Yun is your best friend, I think you are afraid that your best friend will die in it?"

"That's right! That's right! You are afraid that your lover will die, so let us die. Whoever wants to go will go anyway, I won't go anyway."

"I'm not going either!"

Ning Yun was ashamed and angry, at this moment she deeply understood Long Yuanzhao's difficulty, she gritted her teeth, stood in front of Long Yuanzhao with her hands on her hips, and scolded this group of people: "You people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, don't go I'm forcing you to go."

"Hmph! Don't act like your eldest lady here, we are not afraid at all."

"You..." Although Ning Yun has a bad temper, she is a girl after all, and she can't control everyone at critical times.

Long Yuanzhao, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, understands that if he does not use thunder to deter these people at this time, he decisively draws out the Shuihan sword and slashes at the shoulder of the person who is arguing with Ning Yun. Turning around and digging a big hole, the cultivator just fell to the ground, and before he opened his mouth to shout out, Long Yuanzhao stabbed with the second sword.

The sword was extremely swift and fierce, directly piercing the monk's lute bone and nailing him to the ground. The blood flowed all over the ground and slowly gathered under the monk's body. Although it was painful, it was more of a fear of Long Yuanzhao!

Long Yuanzhao turned around and shouted with a ferocious face like a demon god: "If anyone dares to disobey my orders, I will kill him."