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It was raining and raining, and the ancient city walls of Yuecheng were in ruins.

The broken Yuecheng was crumbling under the **** attack of the Chimang people and finally survived. Day after day, he struggled in hell. Jiang Mian did not expect it to be so tragic. Young Zhuang spontaneously climbed to the city to defend, fighting numbly, unable to remember how many days passed...

Every day has been like a year since being blocked at the Yuecheng siege point, and the time passed even more slowly after the outbreak of the defensive battle.

At the head of the city, the originally dark Yanjun soldiers were all fair-skinned, but they had been soaked in the rainy season for a long time.

It rained heavily at noon, and the Chi Mang people finally stopped the frantic and almost suicide siege. The exhausted defending soldiers sometimes took a break to eat, and they were glad that they survived until noon.

The torrential rain washed away the bloodstains on the city walls, cooling down the fighting.

Chen Jia stretched out his head and glanced under the wall, frowning and sighing. There were too many corpses outside the city. Did the Chimang people have the habit of restraining corpses for burial and letting the corpses be exposed to the wilderness. Can't get rid of that special disgusting smell.

The people in Yuecheng wanted to clean up the corpses, but the Chimang people outside wouldn't let them, and they didn't care about the inexplicable rules of the Central Plains people when they fought.

"It's good, it's good, go to bliss early and no longer suffer..."

Pan Hongzu looked at Chen Jia who was talking about him, he didn't care about the bliss he talked about, he put his sword back into the sheath, took out a pill and ate it, his pale face turned a little bloody.

"There won't be bliss. Even if there is, they or we are not qualified to go. Don't stare at me. You know the real world better than me." Rarely said many words.

"Even if you can't go, it's good to give hope."

Chen Jia muttered and continued to chant the sutras, hugging the somewhat torn robes on her body, and her words were rarely philosophical.

Pan Hongzu looked up at the drowsy sky, the clouds were low and billowing clouds and mist almost flowed against the ridge, like the sea, and he said a word without knowing when he was head.

"Yeah... all we can have is hope..."

Chen Jia, who was chanting the scriptures, shook her hands and lowered her head to pretend that nothing happened.

In front of the dilapidated city gate, Qiao Jin came to Pan Hongzu, who was looking up at the heavy rain in a contemplative state, staring at this mysterious Taoist who wanted to speak but didn't know how to speak.

Qiao Jin was at the top of the city every day. The bright armor was dull and there were scratches everywhere, and the gun barrel was broken in many places.

The city gate tower with only wooden beams without tiles could not block the rain. Pan Hongzu, who relied on the gateposts full of arrows, may have used the rain curtain to realize the sword intent, and there was a young man beside him who pulled out the intact arrows to prepare for the next battle. use.

"Thank... Thank you."

Qiao Jin knew that this mysterious Taoist priest saved her life today, and seemed to have killed a master sorcerer among the Chi Mang people. He was injured. For some reason, Qiao Jin instinctively ignored Chen Jia who also contributed.

Chen Jia, who closed her eyes and recited the scriptures, waited for a long time without hearing to say thank you to herself, opened her eyes resentfully and looked at Pan Hongzu.

After a long time, Zixu Jianxiu regained his senses.

"You are welcome."

"I've been rude and rude before, please don't mind."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Hearing this, Chen Jia, who couldn't stand it, got up and went to the other side to be quiet. She had to convince others that her savvy was very high. Even if she was scolded, she could quickly forget it and didn't care. No wonder people said that Zixu Jianxiu only had swords in his heart.

Today, Pan Hongzu broke a sorcerer. Some people used the **** smell of the battlefield to let out **** evil ghosts to stab Jiang Mian. I didn't expect that there was a low-key Chunyang disciple beside him, who killed the **** evil ghost with one sword, and then joined Chenjia again. Fighting with that evil person severely wounded him, and the two disciples of the great sect were also hurt.

"Master, what were you doing just now?"

"Wait."

"Wait someone?"

"not human."

Pan Hongzu felt that Bai Jiao was coming soon, and he wouldn't wait for Cheng Po to arrive, maybe in a couple of days...

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The torrential rain poured down the mountain and flooded the river.

The rising water level made it difficult for the helmsman who runs the ship all the year round to see the road. A large ship hit the reef and the cabin leaked water. Lightning, thunder and strong winds were hunting. The water splashed against the tilted ship. Other ships, and no human or demon casualties.

Bai Yujun, who was standing on the top floor of the building, stared at the sloping ship illuminated by lightning, closed her eyes, and opened her eyes again!

Underwater, many strange-shaped water monsters and water monsters suddenly appeared in the green deep water area, and they all swam to the surface to help control the big ship.

Occasionally, there are people riding horses to follow the fleet in the mountainous areas on both sides of the river. They may be scouts from local forces. It is difficult to see too many people. Because the mountain road is difficult to travel, most of the time they encounter poor fishermen.

The iron ball jumped from another boat to the building where Bai Yujun was with the ant's leg in his mouth.

When he jumped between the two boats, he was suddenly hit head-on by a big wave. He jumped up on the boat and took out the ant's leg in his mouth. He spat out the river water and a small shrimp in his mouth and cursed.

Came to Bai Yujun's side, holding the guardrail and looking ahead sharply.

The waves crashed against the rocks, and lightning instantly illuminated the cliffs and cliffs. The steep mountains were densely packed with hanging coffins. The old black lacquer coffins were so decayed that they seemed to fall into the river at any time. The monsters on the boat pointed at the hanging coffins on both sides of the river, maybe I don't quite understand why humans like to marinate and dry meat...

"Boss, it was rumored earlier that there are two thousand-person teams on the shore, probably from Nanwu. Do you want to kill them?"

"Don't waste time and continue on the road. The water level is soaring and the river is widening. They are unable to attack the fleet. Just be alert. Maybe tomorrow night, they will arrive at the war zone, disembark and walk to the battlefield in advance, and then everything will be handed over to you."

Along the way, I passed the boundary between Nanchu and Nanwu~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It is impossible not to see such a huge team.

As Bai Yujun said, in ancient times, the craftsmen had a low status and no one would waste their time thinking about building large ships. They focused more on enjoyment. They couldn't attack without a ship. They could only stand on the bank of the river and look at each other from a distance.

"Fight in the rain?"

"No, the rain stops the day after tomorrow, I'll have the final say."

What a domineering sentence, whether the rain stops or not is completely up to you, and the weather is determined easily and effortlessly.

Fortunately, a certain white has good thoughts in his heart. If the evil dragon comes into the world, I am afraid that the world will not know how many lives will die, and the brain is crazy to intercept the rain clouds to prevent the rain from causing droughts, or constantly mobilize the rain clouds to wash the earth and cause floods. If the impact of the event is too great, it may interfere with the aura, and the consequences will be disastrous.

It makes sense to be cautious and slow to breed dragons in the middle of nowhere. It's not fun.

Iron Ball turned the ant's leg in his mouth.

"Will the surnamed Jiang not be able to survive and be killed? It's been a long time since he was besieged."

"I don't know if I'm dead or not. I'm sure my head will be woken up by the rain."

The big ship turned and swept over the cliffs, the mountains on both sides kept retreating, and passed a small county town by the river. Under the watchful eyes of countless Nanwu people, it went down the river in a mighty way. Ordinary officials and ordinary people did not know what it was. Whose army, many fast horses galloping to deliver letters...

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