The north bank of the Yangtze River was killed and blood was flowing all over the ground. Tens of thousands of people fought to the death. The murderous blood qi entered the sky, and there were also natural changes. In the dark night, muffled thunder rolled and dark clouds covered the sky.

This wonderful change has made both good and evil sides feel bad. It seems that something more dangerous is brewing tonight in the war between the north and south, and the war between good and evil.

When the battle was at its peak and both sides had already suppressed everything and only wanted to win, a thousand troops bypassed the front and quietly arrived at the rear of the Northern Army camp.

"rush!"

The leader Lei Shiyin waved his whip and the elite Heluo Gang rushed to the rear of the Northern Army camp under the leadership of Li Yijian and others.

Xiao Tie held the sword and protected Lei Shiyin with hundreds of elite soldiers.

The Northern Army was attacked at both ends, and this was the time when chaos expanded. This lonely army arrived. Unexpectedly, when they entered the camp, the Northern Army's rear could not react at all.

But this army is not here to kill people.

"Swish"

Li Yijian grabbed the reins of the horse and ran in the night. From picking up a jar, he raised his hand and threw it into the tent of the Northern Military Camp, the jar fell to the ground and broke, and a pungent breath rose from it.

The black liquid flowing on the ground.

It's tincture oil!

The sound of the jars breaking sounded in the back of the camp. Soon, the tincture oil jars brought by more than a thousand people were thrown into the chaotic camp, and there was also a place to store supplies.

Lei Shiyin held up a torch and rode on the horse. She wore Bai Xiao on her head and tried her best to throw the torch in her hand forward.

After her, nearly a hundred torches were thrown out.

The fire flew and fell into the ground. The tincture oil everywhere was ignited, just like two fire dragons rising into the air, surrounding the Northern Military Camp, burning rapidly. The tincture oil was not thrown around.

Lei Shiyin calculated when she set off that after the camp was burned, the fire would expand rapidly and swallow up all the breakout routes of the Northern Army from the rear.

Being ignited in the rear will completely lose the fighting spirit in the hearts of the Northern Army, which was fighting fiercely with the Southern Army in the front.

She is here to avenge the monk Lei Ye Lang.

The Northern Dynasties and the Demon Cults killed their relatives and elders, so how could they make it easier for them!

The fire was raging, and it was the south wind tonight again. The wind helped the fire. After the incense stick, there was already a fire behind the Northern Army camp.

The light shone on Lei Shiyin's face, and the charming face was full of peace.

She knows.

I will face the biggest obstacle to my destiny.

She knows this very well.

That's why she came.

After her father and uncle died, she no longer feared all this.

She had already thought through and filtered all the details in her mind. She had to make some choices tonight, not just for herself, not just for hatred, not just for the dispute between good and evil.

The people around her have paid too much for herself.

Now, it's her turn to protect those in crisis.

"There are people there! There are people in the fire!"

The sharp-eyed Yi Sheng shouted, and the people evacuated from the fire looked forward. There was indeed someone in the raging fire, and a group of people were walking out of the swaying flames.

The leader is Yang Tao wearing a white robe and holding the moon zither.

Behind him, two holy fire guards, protecting the golden thousand-year holy fire. There was no lamp oil on the bronze lamp, but the flame burned very stably, and the flame was deflecting.

It was like there was some kind of force that was pulling it, and the direction in which the flame deflected was exactly where Lei Shiyin was.

This group of people walked out of the raging fire, and the thousand-year-old holy fire was ahead, and the bursting flames did not hurt them at all. The flames even rotated and twisted.

It was like arches, making way for this group of people.

This scene is so magical.

Some gang members couldn't help but wiped their eyes, feeling like they were dreaming.

"The saint has seen the holy fire, why haven't he got off the horse to greet him?"

Yang Tao ignored the thousand people scattered in front of him. He stroked his fingers on Luo Yueqin. It seemed that only Lei Shiyin was the only one in his eyes. The Holy Fire Master was filled with joy.

After all his hardships, he finally found the descendants of the Holy Flame.

The thousand-year-old holy fire will not be extinguished.

The Holy Fire Cult will continue to exist until the light finally defeats evil, until the world of light finally arrives, and the Holy Fire Realm will eventually open the door for them, those of the loyal believers.

"Don't think about coming here!"

The arrival of the Tianbang in front of him was indeed beyond everyone's expectations. Xiao Tie jumped off the horse, carried a heavy sword, and protected Shiyin. Although the Tianbang magic was in front of him, he was not afraid at all.

The Heluo Gang members also wanted to go forward to fight, but when the thousand people started, they suddenly heard the sound of metal and stone.

The sound was not sharp, and even had a hint of melody. It was like bringing out all kinds of illusions, and everything in front of you was no longer real.

At this moment, the flames that ignited around them seemed to turn into a sea of ​​fire in the eyes of everyone, and were about to flow down from the sky to wipe out everything.

Not an illusion.

It's true.

Yang Tao's fingers hooked on the moonlit piano, and the ignited flames around him were like being gathered by an invisible hand, held into the air, and then scattered down, turning into flames and shooting towards everyone in front of him.

Yang Tao is not worried that it will hurt the Saint.

Anyone who is a saint who controls the flames will not touch the holy fire and will not have all kinds of magical phenomena, but the fire will not be damaged.

This sea of ​​fire will burn all blockers to death.

But the Saint will only be reborn in the fire.

"bass"

The flames pounced down from the sky, illuminating everyone's face and eyes. They looked at the sea of ​​fire falling above their heads, and with their swords and guns in their hands, how could they resist the tide of flames?

"Clang"

The little iron danced into the giant que and slashed at the fire in front of him, just like when he was young, he separated the tide and tore apart the smashed sea of ​​fire.

"Zheng"

Another sound of strings sounded, and the scorching force hit Xiao Tie.

Amid Lei Shiyin's exclamation, he was swept into the sea of ​​fire.

"No, I have such martial arts at such a young age."

Yang Tao let go of the strings of the piano and said to Lei Shiyin:

"He is that 'little iron'? The saint really has a good vision! Let me go. Ten years later, I will promise you to marry this young man, okay?"

Lei Shiyin did not answer, but the moment Xiao Tie was knocked away, the situation in front of everyone changed again.

The purple light rushed to the night, and the sword of Potian protruded from among the thousands of people. The Taia sword energy extended on the blade, breaking through the sky ten feet, like a heavy hammer sweeping across the sky, smashing all the fires that Yang Tao had raised.

With the next sword, he stabbed Yang Tao himself.

This strand of Taia sword energy is less reckless and grand than Suzhou, but more delicate and concentrated.

The sword light pierced the night and shone on everyone's eyes.

Wearing a black Heluo Gang robe, his hair was broken, and he was hidden here. Huang Wusan, who was doing the ambush and killing, was like a dragon, passing through the ignition of fire falling from the sky, holding a sword, moving forward without moving forward.

His long white hair mixed in black was flying in the scorching wind, and all his energy was concentrated on this sword.

Wherever he went, the earth, fire, camp, and night, he was cut by the winding sword energy. The dust on the ground flew across the sharp sword marks, and the energy around Yang Tao that was stabbed was flying away from behind.

The Holy Fire Master's eyes condensed, and the moon-like qin in his hand was too late to move. He threw Baoqin behind him and avoided the bronze lamp. A golden holy fire burst out and wrapped around Yang Tao.

The golden flames above the lamp were immediately lost by half.

It was like a flame was about to go out, with only the last little flame left.

"open!"

The old man Taohua took a step forward, blessed the holy fire, and slapped his hand and slapped him to the Tai Ajian in front of him.

The holy fire is brilliant, and the golden giant palm carries endless high temperature. Under the full operation of the Yangyan Holy Fire, the scene of the two fighting in Suzhou is replicated again.

The Great Light Palm blew in front of him, smashing the purple Tai'a sword energy, and the force was endless. He added all the remaining strength to Huang Wusan. Huge force rushed over, and strangled the Ziwei Taoist who was assassinated with the sword and was unable to make progress.

The golden flames were flying, and the two looked at each other.

There was a hint of solemn disgust in Yang Tao's eyes.

Huang Wusan's eyes were calm, and he was not disappointed or regretful because of his failure in assassination.

because...

Like Lei Shiyin, he is just a bait to attract attention.

It was not him who actually performed the assassination!

"Buzz,buzz"
To be continued...