[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

The neck veins were cut off.At the same time, dozens of hair-wrapped Xirong people jumped down from the roof, forming an airtight encirclement with the large troops remaining on the roof.

Yang Jian had already prepared for him to attack, so he stretched out his halberd, hugged Ao Cunxin and rolled over to one side at a height less than an inch above the ground, then quickly straightened his back to avoid the successive blades, and jumped up vertically.At some point in the air, the Xirong people who had been surrounded on all sides woven an invisible barrier with witchcraft. Yang Jian couldn't break through it with a leap, so he had to fall back to the ground and fight with the Xirong king.

The king of Xirong seemed to be wary, and his ultimate moves were far away from Ao Cunxin, so Yang Jian always easily dodged them.And Yang Jian had a panoramic view of King Xirong's subtle attitude, the chill in his eyes was even stronger, and the halberd was very sharp.

Ao Cunxin was also very uncomfortable when Yang Jian held his waist with his left arm and followed him. He originally wanted to make do with Yang Jian taking him away, but now it seemed difficult to get out of it for a while. Regardless of the misunderstanding, he shouted at King Xirong: "How did you promise me? I want you to let him go now!"

"You are helping Ji Fa when you are facing Yang Jian. The Gu Wang only promised not to use you as a hostage to threaten Zhou Bing, but the others never agreed." king."

Fearing that he would say something nonsense, Ao Cun was so angry that he said it, "You are talking nonsense!"

"Nonsense? Ling'er knows it in her heart."

Ao Cunxin stared: I, I, I know a piece of wool, me?

The King of Xirong probably felt that Ao Cunxin had become Yang Jian's half-human shield, so he simply came to snatch people first, and was almost accidentally picked up by Yang Jian.

"Don't push your nose on your face." Yang Jian's face was as cold as frost, and he took the halberd against the heart of King Xirong, and finally forced to stop a group of difficult battles where both sides were tied.

The King of Xirong didn't understand this common saying, and only responded: "Are you talking about yourself?"

Yang Jian's ink pupils turned slightly, and took the opportunity to look at a group of Xirong people crouching on the opposite thatched roof.Just now he was only focused on dealing with King Xirong, but didn't think about how he was ambushed here, now that he thinks about it, it's really strange.To the Qiang people, he was just a one-yuan warrior under the command of the Great Zhou, and there was no reason for them to come all the way to conquer him.What's more, he and Ao Cunxin came to this desolate street all by chance, and there was no reason for the king of Xirong to follow here from the place where he fought against the merchants all the way in silence.Maybe they were doing something here in the first place.Going forward, if there is any reason for the Qiang people to take the risk of bringing Ao Cunxin to Chaoge, it is probably to cover up a plot that Zhou Bing cannot discover in a critical moment.

What kind of scheme will it be?Yang Jian stared at the dark and three-dimensional face of King Xirong calmly.

The King of Xirong seemed to see a ray of danger from Yang Jian's gaze, and while he was thinking, he dodged backwards, pressed the tip of the halberd to an angle with the back of his knife, and kicked it straight.

Yang Jian flipped his wrist, pried away the flying leg with the long halberd, and leaped into the air. Before he touched the barrier, he stopped and looked around, his brows furrowed.In just a short moment, countless small crossbows shot towards him. Yang Jian danced the long halberd airtightly, suddenly opened his eyes and opened a gap in the barrier.

Yang Jian let out a whistle, and saw a black dog running towards the sky, and ordered loudly: "Go and tell Lei Zhenzi that the periphery of Chaoge City has been cursed with blood, and quickly withdraw from the center of the city!"

"Stop the demon dog!" The king of Xirong entangled him with a sword, and the rest of the Xirong people, who were not weak in spells, swarmed up and surrounded Yang Jian and Ao Cunxin in the air, and another team went to block the Xiaotian dog who was fleeing.

Ao Cunxin took the opportunity to look down, and sure enough, there were people from Xirong leaning over furtively in the other streets and alleys, making troubles. It happened that he had recovered from the weakness of his injuries, so he threw himself on Yang Jian's neck and whispered "Then what kind of blood curse seems to be completed, I don't understand, you go and stop them, I will deal with this side!" After finishing speaking, he pushed out a palm with his left hand to block the attack of King Xirong before Yang Jian, making it exactly Wuliang mentality.

Wuliang Jue has special effects on the black lotus sect's martial arts, and it is also suitable for Xirong's witchcraft. Although Ao Cunxin's magic power is limited at this time, the power he exerted really surprised Yang Jian and the Xirong king.

How could Yang Jian not know that the blood curse was in danger, but he was at a loss for avatars, so he only hoped that Xiao Tiangou would call for reinforcements soon.He didn't know that Ao Cunxin's martial arts were not what they used to be before, and he only thought her words were naive and brave. Now seeing her true strength, he immediately had no other choice, took a deep look at Ao Cunxin, let go and dived down.Dozens of Xirong people with scimitars in their hands who were suspended outside immediately followed closely behind.

Ao Cunxin caught the demon knife that King Xirong was chasing down with his bare hands, and the blood in his hands frightened the King of Xirong so much that he didn't dare to continue for a while.

"Is Princess Ling going to tear herself apart with the lonely king?"

Ao Cunxin glanced down again, and saw that the charm on the ground had appeared under the action of Yang Jiantian's eyes. There is an array that surrounds the entire city.

"Dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow... There are so many tricks in Rongbu, you can make a blood curse with a little dragon blood, I really underestimated you!"

"Let go of the knife, and hurt yourself carefully!" King Xirong kept holding the handle of the knife and did not move any more. "As long as Princess Ling doesn't interfere with the lonely king, the lonely king will let Yang Jian go immediately!"

Ao Cunxin sneered: "It's too hypocritical to talk about letting people go after the blood curse is completed! You brought me here just to let me draw Zhou Bing's attention at a critical moment, right? But your tricks still can't escape being caught by others." The fate of the discovery! The blood curse recognizes the master, and it will not hinder your family, but the masters of Da Zhou are all gathered in the city, as long as they are destroyed, Zhou's arrogance will be half eliminated first, is this the idea?"

"Princess Ling and the lonely king have talked so much, aren't they also delaying time?" King Xirong looked at the ground and smiled heartily, "It doesn't matter, the lonely king has plenty of time. Princess Ling just chat, talk slowly."

Ao Cunxin was naturally worried that Yang Jian's two fists were hard to beat with four hands, and there were many enemies. Even if one person took turns attacking with one sword, it would be enough to delay the activation of the blood curse. It would be of little use for her to drag King Xirong alone.

Ao Cunxin's primordial spirit was sealed by witchcraft, and he could not return to the original body of the real dragon, but the dragon's innate ability to mobilize water can still be used by [-] to [-]%.Anyway, in this day and age, the management of rainfall is not strict, so she was quick-witted, put her sword finger to her lips and recited a few mantras silently, suddenly the wind rose and the clouds poured down.The Xirong people who grew up in the desert had never been exposed to such a heavy rain, and felt uncomfortable for a while.Ao Cunxin snickered, and flicked a giant water polo to temporarily trap the landlubber King Xirong in it, and took advantage of the gap to land to help.

The sky was dark and the sky was dark, and there were brilliant silver and blue streamers everywhere. Yang Jian was releasing his magic power to forcefully block the besieging Xirong people three feet away. Part of it depends on its own will to dominate the blood curse.

"Stop it!" Ao Cunxin rushed to hug Yang Jian, "You are burning your life!"

"Only in this way can there be a glimmer of life!" Yang Jian's voice was mixed with the sound of the torrential rain, like the wind facing sparse bamboo, "There are dozens of generals behind me, and there are fifty thousand troops behind the generals. 5 lives are a joke!"

"No... I have a way, yes, I have a way!" Ao Cunxin had no time to hide the wonderful spells on her body, and tried to use the infinite mental skills to inject mana into the winding black and yellow curse marks on the ground. It was actually dyed red little by little by that mana.

"Look! It works!" Ao Cunxin almost cried with joy.

Yang Jian looked surprised: "This is..."

"Unique secret technique." Ao Cunxin avoided his eyes and explained concisely.

"This method is feasible. You don't need to dissolve the entire city's curse seals. You only need to dissolve the patterns within three feet, and the blood curse will be broken!"

But for a full three feet, how easy is it?

Ao Cunxin was about to respond when Yang Jian, who was in the corner of her eye, suddenly took a step behind her, and then, there was a short and soft sound of a sharp weapon cutting flesh in the rain.

"Second Master?" Ao Cunxin's heart throbbed for no reason.

She felt that Yang Jian supported her heavily on her shoulders, and then began to fight with others. She could tell by sound that she was the King of Xirong.

Ao Cunxin didn't dare to distract his attention at all, and poured mana into the Xuanhuang curse seal without stopping, fighting for his life with the dead.No matter how the rain flows into a river, no matter how close the killing cry is, she can only entrust her entire safety to Yang Jian——Yang Jian, who fights alone, with one enemy against one hundred.

However, her thoughts drifted uncontrollably.Recalling the moment just now, it was clear that King Xirong was attacking with a knife. In fact, with his skill, he could use the rain to hide the wind of the knife, but he chose to suddenly release his murderous aura when he was approaching. Ao Cunxin came here, but it was Yang Jian who was planning.

The leader of the clan who coexisted with the wolf was indeed in trouble.

"How long will it take?" Yang Jian's voice suddenly came from behind.

"A quarter of an hour."

"how long?"

Ao Cunxin suddenly remembered that the timekeeping method of this year is different from that of later generations, but she couldn't figure out which dynasty and generation the messy timekeeping method originated from, so she hesitated and said, "About... 150 breaths?"

"……it is good."

After I don't know how long it took, the blood hole in her right shoulder was already numb with pain, and Ao Cunxin couldn't tell whether what was dripping from her forehead was the rain that slipped through the net of the Avoiding Water Art or the salty sweat.A divine crossbow flying from an unknown angle hit her ankle, but she didn't dare to stop the exercises on her palm at all.

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