The world's first fairy gate

Chapter 48

Zhou Hong turned around and sat down, thinking for a while.

"Master Xiang, tell me what happened on the day of the night attack."

Xiang Shiye said: "Two days ago, General Bao, the vanguard of the Left Central Army, led an elite soldier to pass through the northern gate of Zhenbei. I personally went to open the city gate and sent the vanguard out of the city. At night, red smoke rose from the southern sky. The red smoke is the signal of the left army, which means that the advance has already figured out the real situation of the enemy. At that time, Governor Zhang saw the red smoke, and immediately lit the beacon fire on the beacon tower, and sent a message for the three armies to attack the rebels. Coming, the sound of iron horses and golden swords resounded through the sky, and just after the ugly, they beat the rebels to pieces."

"The rebels were defeated, King Xiao fled, and General Bao led the troops to intercept them. They should have won a complete victory, but several monks fell from the sky, not to mention saving King Xiao, and seriously injured General Bao. To deal with these monks, General Bao All those with cultivation in the dispatched army came to help, so that the rear defense was empty, and people took advantage of the loopholes."

Zhou Hong: "Is the monster in the cage attacking from behind?"

"Yes," Xiang Shiye said, "there are tens of thousands of these things, and there was no sign before they came. They fell from the sky and fell directly into the army. , now many wounded soldiers are in the city, and those who still have the strength to fight will be rearranged and defend the city here."

What he didn't say was that the governor was frightened by the monsters chasing the soldiers. He didn't want to open the city gate at that time. For his part.

Zhou Hong pondered for a moment. Although the night attack army was small in number, they were all elite, and there were several generals under his command leading the army, but they were defeated like this.

He really felt the difficulty of this battle.

The monster had been carried far away, and there was still a stench in the hall, and a paw print on the ground.

Zhou Hong stared at the paw prints on the ground, and said, "Xiang Chong, in your opinion, what exactly is this monster?"

This monster...of course it was a monster.

Master Xiang rubbed his nose and said, "My lord, I think... this thing looks like a mandrill."

Zhou Hong's expression became tense upon hearing this.

Before he could speak, there was a sudden sound like a mountain shaking, and the ground on which he landed shook.

Master Xiang stood up abruptly, but couldn't hold on, and hit the wall.

A young general rushes in anxiously, shouting, "That thing is coming! They are attacking the city!"

Outside the city walls of Zhenbeiguan, the noise was deafening. Countless armored soldiers stormed the gate, shaking the whole city.

The enemy army stood under the city carrying a heavy hammer, hitting the city wall again and again, while the soldiers at the top of the city wall kept throwing boulders and torches downward, and occasionally there were firecrackers rumbling to attack.

The group of siege soldiers went forward one after another, protected from water and fire, and "knowing whether they were dead or alive". Under the heavy black armor was the monster that Zhou Hong had seen in the county mansion.

Yun Fang stood on the side of the city wall, the hem of his clothes was blown up by the strong wind.

Xie Qiuhan stood beside him, watching the fight in the city, his throat felt a little dry.

Yun Fang whispered: "Ming Yuan, take him into the city."

Nie Mingyuan: "Young master, please—"

"No," Xie Qiuhan refused, "I'm right here."

Nie Mingyuan glanced at Yunfang, seeing that Yunfang didn't show much, so he didn't rush to be the bad guy.

Xie Qiuhan said, "Mr. Nie, what's that outside?"

Nie Mingyuan glanced at the black armored soldiers infiltrating under the city wall, "The book calls this thing a mandrill ghost."

Xie Qiuhan had never heard of this word before, so he questioned, "What is a mandrill ghost?"

"It's a long story," Nie Mingyuan said slowly amidst the ear-piercing sounds of fighting, "it's said that since the fall of the ancient gods, there has been no master in the world, and many evil phenomena have emerged from the turbid air, causing chaos in the world until Emperor Yu parted ways. Set up Jiuding, but those who are nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth must follow the order written by Wang Ding, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, the vegetation blooms in spring and withers in winter, birds, beasts, insects and fish reproduce independently, people grow old, sick and die, everything is in order..."

It was clear that ghosts were attacking the city and the situation was urgent, but this Mr. Nie still wanted to talk nonsense. Xie Qiuhan was anxious when he heard it, and really wanted to shake his head and grasp the answer directly.

Yunfang's voice came decisively from the side: "Those who have escaped from the jurisdiction of Jiuding and are not ancient survivors like Qingqiuhu are called ghosts. Because they are not in the order, so the wind, thunder, rain and snow in the mortal world can't touch this thing. body."

Nie Mingyuan touched his nose, he had nothing to say, only a "hmm".

Xie Qiuhan was speechless for a while, turned his head and was about to talk to Yunfang, when he saw the coldness in Yunfang's eyes condensed into dots, reflecting a poisonous arrow that was coming quickly!

Yun Fang flicked his fingers, and a sword intent shot out, cutting off the poisonous arrow. The arrow broke in two and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

He looked in the direction of the arrow, and among the army not far away, there was a middle-aged man in a black robe standing on top of a chariot and horse, with sharp eyebrows and short beard, very familiar to him.

Yun Fang twitched the corners of his lips, thinking that this greeting was really annoying.

Xie Qiuhan recognized at a glance that the person at the other end was Zhou Shen from Taixuan Palace.

Yun Fang didn't pretend to be someone else today, and Zhou Shen also stood openly in the camp of King Xiao. This meeting was really embarrassing.

Without saying a word, Yun Fang stepped out of the city wall and walked out in mid-air as if he was walking on flat ground. He clearly only took one step, but in an instant he reached the top of the army, swept past thousands of troops, and ran towards the leader.

When the two met, Zhou Shen was the first to sacrifice the magic weapon, which was a black gold staff with a lifelike snake head on the handle of the staff mouth. A flame spewed out from the snake head and shot straight towards Yunfang.

The flames were like dragons and snakes, and the weather was definitely not taken lightly, it was mixed with tens of thousands of momentum, but Yunfang remained unmoved.

The fire burned regardless of enemy and friend, and even the soldiers of King Xiao were killed, but Yunfang was unscathed. He was dressed in white clothes and flew over the flames.

Zhou Shen's pupils constricted, and he stepped back quickly, while Yun Fang pressed on, and in just a moment, the two exchanged moves, which was dazzling.

After a while, the two closed their hands and stood facing each other.

Zhou Shen raised his sleeve and waved lightly, and the black gold stick returned to his hand.

Yun Fang clasped his hands behind his back and said with a half smile but not a smile: "Master Zhou, it's a coincidence that you are also here to play in Yongzhou?"

Zhou Shen said: "Why does Xianzuo put on a show?"

"Just kidding," Yun Fang said, "I'm very busy, if I didn't know that Palace Master Zhou is coming, I wouldn't have come to clean up the house myself."

Zhou Shen said coldly: "Xianzuo probably forgot that he was a disciple of Taixuan Palace."

Yun Fang said frankly, "Well, I forgot."

Zhou Shen was at a loss for words for a moment, and Yun Fang continued: "Master Zhou, that filial king may not even be able to use his brain. I'm sorry for you, but you can't even get out of Liangzhou. How about you?" Come back to Zixiao Mountain with me earlier, and kowtow a few times in front of your ancestors, and I will secretly ask them to add meat to your dinner in the dungeon in the future."

Hearing this, Zhou Shen laughed back in anger, "What a breath!" As he spoke, he struck out again, and the black gold staff swung out thousands of afterimages, and the last one went straight to Yunfang's heart.

Yun Fang still didn't even draw out his sword, silently dodged to the side with his hands behind his back, and the afterimage of the black gold rod was twisted into the sword barrier of his bodyguard.

The momentum of the black gold rod continued unabated, Zhou Shen continued to infuse his true energy, finally broke through the barrier, and cut off a strand of his hair without Yun Fang noticing.

That hair quickly turned into a wisp of invisible spiritual energy and dissipated, while Yun Fang lost the sense of playfulness on his playful face, revealing some of the coldness from the Immortal Pavilion, "Master Zhou, the road of cultivation is not easy, A monk's enlightenment is nothing more than taking advantage of the loopholes in the way of heaven, and using his strength to exert strength. Everything that surpasses mortals is a gift from heaven.

"Backlash?" Zhou Shen snorted coldly, "It's just a book dogma. If you hadn't stopped him that day, your master would have become the master of the world today, and you think he is not contaminated with worldly affairs?"

This is the reason again, the Taixuan Palace is really promising, everyone has lofty aspirations, Yun Fang nodded lightly, "Listen to what Palace Master Zhou said, you also want to die by my sword -"

At the same time as the word "sword" came out, he finally released the sword.

The sword was full of cold light, surrounded by inseparable hoarfrost, it was the divine sword that Yunfang merged with the godhead in the glacier and finally refined.

Zhou Shen did not dodge or dodge, and took out a piece of bronze from his sleeve, and stuck it into the snake head of the black gold rod with a click, and then went up to him, fighting with the black gold rod and the divine sword.

When the two fought, the sky was covered with a thick layer of clouds and mist. It was the spiritual energy here that sensed the breath of the gods and rushed over spontaneously.

Xie Qiuhan's eyesight has been excellent since he entered Taoism, and he can clearly see the slightest changes thousands of miles away with just a touch of true energy gathered in front of his eyes.

He passed through the white mist like a torch, staring closely at Yunfang and the two, and immediately recognized that the bronze piece was exactly the same as the one used by Jinghu.

——Houtu Ding, three of the four corners were broken off, so it should be called Bald Ding.

Xie Qiuhan lowered his head and took off the Shuanglong jade pendant from his waist. The bronze piece was red and hot.

Seeing this, Nie Mingyuan was slightly taken aback, and said, "Where did you get this thing?"

Xie Qiuhan talked to him in a few words, letting him understand what to say in certain occasions, while his own eyes were fixed on the battlefield, watching Yunfang and Zhou Shen fighting.

The fighting skills of the two have been transferred to the sky, they are the world's best, one of the best, and the battle was so fierce that the coaches of both sides ordered people to cease fighting, and each hid behind to avoid the two.

Including those reckless and exhausted mandrill ghosts who had been pounding on the city wall with all their might, all retreated one after another.

Xie Qiuhan fixed his eyes on them, thoughtful.

"Mr. Nie, how did the mandrill ghost break away from the order of the Nine Cauldrons?"

"The Houtu palm is dark, and the creatures of Kyushu are registered on the Houtu tripod, and they get out of control when they write their names, and become ghosts," Nie Mingyuan said for a while, "It's so strange, why does this thing obey people's orders? ..."

He didn't see it, but a flash of understanding flashed in Xie Qiuhan's eyes.

puff-

This is the sound of the extremely fast sharp arrow shooting through the air, interrupting Nie Mingyuan's unfinished words.

Xie Qiuhan drew his heavy bow, his side face was cold, and a strand of hair on his temples was disheveled by the wind.

His eyes were right, and he quickly drew the second and third arrows from the soldier beside him, and shot them out after chasing the tail tip of the previous arrow.

The first arrow went towards the enemy's commander, but was stopped by the personal guard Kuaishou. When he was about to block the second arrow, the arrow hit the horse's buttocks.

Immediately after the third arrow, the coach reacted, stood up with a long gun, and swung the gun to block it, but the arrow was aimed at him——

Next to the enemy commander was a young man in white robes, standing among a group of monks, looking at the troubled waters, but he became a thorn in Xie Qiuhan's side.

He raised his sword to block the arrows for the coach, but he didn't want to miss it, and the third arrow shot towards his chest with precision!

He dodged quickly, but he was not good at learning, and he was a little late to react, so he was overturned by an arrow, and fell off the carriage bleeding profusely!