After rebirth, I joined forces with my mortal enemy to seek revenge.

Panicking to avoid the arrows aimed at him, Shang Qinling directed his troops to tighten their formation. Intending to surround Wei Ting's lone army trapped in their formation, he wanted to capture Wei Ting, the county magistrate, alive. But amidst the sounds of fighting around him, his orders had no effect at all.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the bodyguard beside him was pierced by the Mo Dao. Shang Qinling withdrew under the protection of the remaining guards. He could no longer count his own casualties. The two hundred elite cavalry penetrated their ranks like sharp knives, weaving in and out of defense.

"Stay back and avoid fighting, tighten your formation! Retreat to the deep valley in front!" Shang Qinling issued another military order, and the Chinese army turned into a forward and set off.

Pei Jiaoran curled his lips when he saw Shang Qinling commanding the Tibetan soldiers to fight and retreat, with the intention of leading them into a deep valley. The armor on his body was stained with the blood of an unknown number of people, and the original color could not be distinguished clearly. Blood dripped along the edge of the sword. The feathery jade eyebrows dyed with light ink under the hood are even lighter in the wind and snow, which also makes the pair of peach blossoms more heartless and tasteless. Her eyes fell on the remnant army that was about to disappear in the deep valley, and she took a deep breath.

"Chasing the enemy in formation." Pei Jiaoran tightened the reins with his slender fingers and spoke decisively, "Whoever captures the Prime Minister of Tibet alive will be promoted to three levels in a row!"

Pei Jiaoran led the remaining elite cavalry and drove the remaining Tibetan army into the deep valley. Although she understood that it was better not to pursue the enemy, and the other party was obviously trying to lure her into the battle, she did not want Shang Qinling to leave. This man is the current chief commander of Tubo. It would be of great significance to capture this man.

At this moment, Shang Qinling was chased by Pei Jiaoran and fled into the deep valley in panic. As Twilight Fields moved around, the deep valley fell into darkness.

Although the Tubo cavalry were powerful, the elite cavalry led by Pei Jiaoran were also outstanding. The sudden attack from the flank not only disrupted the Tibetan formation, but also demoralized their troops. During the retreat, several more fell off their horses and were trampled to death by the latter's horses.

Just when he was about to run out of the deep valley and escape into the valley. Shang Qinling suddenly raised his head and looked around, his eyes alert. There was darkness in the valley, but he felt that the murderous intent was threatening. Just as he was hesitating, the sound of trampling horse hooves suddenly reached his ears. Hundreds of riders rushed out of the darkness and blocked their way.

Dressed in black armor, he almost blends into the night.

They are the elite cavalry of the Wei Dynasty!

Shang Qinling's eyes widened, as if he didn't understand why a Great Wei Jingqi suddenly appeared here. Before he had time to think too much, he pulled out the scimitar from his waist and said, "The Chinese army will charge into the formation with me and lure the enemy deeper!"

Li Xiujing immediately watched the Tibetan soldiers rushing toward them, and instantly understood what the other party wanted to do. He shook his reins and shouted, "Ming Dy."

After saying this, he held the Mo Dao and clamped his legs on the horse's belly. The Mo knife in his hand split the night sky, and Huo Ruyi shot at the nine sunsets. His power was as powerful as the dragons flying among the emperors. With the power of thunder, he rushed into the Tibetan formation.

Pei Jiaoran, who was chasing Shang Qinling, heard the roar of the Wei army in the valley and chuckled.

"He is indeed not dead."

There were pursuers in front and behind, and Shang Qinling was like a trapped animal. He gritted his teeth and fought desperately, using the cover of night to spread the word among the crowd.

Even though it was dark, it was not difficult to deduce the location of Shang Qin Ling based on the intensive changes in the formation. Li Xiujing thought for a while, it would be best to lead Shang Qinling into the depths. He wielded the Mo Dao to mechanically chop off the enemy's heads, turned his horse's head, and ran towards the place where he was previously stationed.

Shang Qinling seemed to think that they were weak, and he chased them on horseback.

Pei Jiaoran, who was chasing after him, narrowed his eyes slightly. Yi Zhenrein galloped after him.

Shang Qinling was driven into the encirclement, and the two forces joined together to strangle the remnants of the Tubo soldiers bit by bit.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer soldiers around him, Shang Qin Iron Alloy felt his blood surge and a fishy-sweet smell filled his throat. He pointed at the person in front and said angrily: "Who are you to be able to set up an ambush here?"

Li Xiujing was stunned when he heard this.

Setting up an ambush? Not really.

He just escaped here after his successful breakout yesterday. He was recuperating for the time being, but he didn't expect that someone would drive Shang Qinling into the deep valley.

Thinking of this, he passed by Shang Qinling and looked behind him. Nothing could be seen in the dark night.

Who is coming?

Could it be Pei Jiaoran?

Probably not.

"Li Xiujing, the governor of Guazhou." Li Xiujing thought about it and reported his family status.

Hearing Li Xiujing's name, Shang Qinling raised his head and laughed. Holding a scimitar, he looked at him and said, "I thought that I, Shang Qinling, would be defeated at the hands of two children despite my great reputation. It's really ridiculous." After that, he picked up the sword and led the remaining troops to charge again.

Shang Qinling and the remaining men fell into a pool of blood, with a hint of unwillingness in his strange-colored pupils.

Li Xiujing ordered someone to check Shang Qin's pulse and confirm that he was dead. He urged his horse to avoid the corpse on the ground and move forward.

He reined in his horse a few steps away from the opponent, raised his head and looked over.

Through the dim moonlight, he finally saw the person's face clearly.

He is wearing armor and has a black hood on his head. A pair of cool and tasteless peach blossom eyes fell on him, his fingers gently moved the reins, and the corners of his lips raised a smile.

But the smile was very cold.

"Am I dreaming?" Li Xiujing smiled.

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran raised his lips and said, "The governor can slap himself and see if it hurts."

"Probably not." Li Xiujing was still smiling. Seeing the confusion in Pei Jiaoran's eyes, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, "Because if you were in my dream, you wouldn't be so cold and cold. You should be very cute."

"Then the governor must just think he's dreaming." Pei Jiaoran gave him a blank look and revealed a sneer on his face.

Li Xiujing urged the horse to run in front of her horse, and when she was not prepared, he slapped the horse's buttocks underneath her. The horse was frightened and ran desperately towards his position.

Seeing this, Li Xiujing urged his horse and gave chase.

Looking at the backs of the two men riding away, He Liang touched his nose.

His intuition told him that the governor would be badly repaired later. After all, this Mingfu doesn't look like a good person.

The horse ran all the way to Li Xiujing's camp before stopping.

Pei Jiaoran stood at the gate of the camp, supporting the horse. He looked at Li Xiujing who was chasing him with an annoyed look.

When Li Xiujing dismounted, she kicked her. Who would have thought that he would have been prepared and ducked to avoid her kick. He also took the opportunity to hold her feet in his hands.

"Li Xiujing!" Pei Jiaoran said angrily.

"Speak carefully if you have anything to say, and don't touch anyone." Li Xiujing looked at her with a smile on her lips, "Don't the injuries on your body hurt? When I saw you just now, I thought I saw Er Ye Guan. Like this Even though I’m hurt, I don’t see you frowning.”

Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran pursed his lips. She almost forgot that she had been slashed by a Tibetan soldier when she was charging into the battle. At that time, he was anxious to pursue Shang Qinling and forgot about it.

Hearing Li Xiujing mention it, Pei Jiaoran turned his head and looked over his right shoulder. Although the blood on the armor has solidified, the pain can still be felt.

While she was in a trance, Li Xiujing stretched his arms around her knees, picked her up, and strode into the camp gate.

"Li Xiujing, do you like reading that kind of old-fashioned storybook?" Pei Jiaoran stared at Li Xiujing and teased.

This man always likes to hug himself suddenly, more or less because he has read too many old-fashioned talking books and thinks that doing so is very masculine.

She was asked to say that she was really sick, and that she was seriously ill.