Chapter 690

There are two peaks on both sides of Luodao cliff. Although the heights of the two peaks are almost the same, because the peak on the left occupies a much larger area than the one on the right, the two peaks are named Zimu mountain according to one large and one small. Both Zi mountain and Mu mountain are very smooth and steep on the side close to the barbarian army. It is almost impossible for ordinary soldiers to climb by manpower.

As night fell, torches were lit in the barbarian barracks in order to prevent the army of Da Wei from launching a surprise attack on them at night.

In the darkness, a shadow in armor rode a tall horse in the direction of lodu. Compared with ordinary horses, this horse looks very smart and fast.

When we came out of Luodao cliff and were about ten miles away from Longya mountain, the atmosphere around us suddenly quieted down. Although the winter night should be so quiet, the atmosphere here is very depressing. On both sides of the road, in the bushes that have become bare because of the arrival of winter, it seems that someone is watching the actions of pedestrians on the official road.

Obviously, the man riding the horse also found the figure, with a proud smile on his face, but he didn't slow down. Just as the man was about to pass through this gloomy area, the people in the grass finally couldn't help jumping out, with black gas on their bodies and a ferocious smile on their faces.

The man who jumped out of the grass rushed towards the figure galloping on the road, and the horse fell to the ground with a long hiss. The man showed a proud smile at the corners of his mouth and reached out to press the head of the figure on the horse's back. However, just when he thought he could be sure of this man, the man suddenly turned over and hit his outstretched arm heavily with one hand, and the other hand stuck his neck.

"I finally caught the little fly secretly attacking."

The figure on horseback murmured softly. The flame burned from his arm and swallowed up the figure drilled out of the grass. The face of the figure swallowed by the fire showed a terrible expression, struggling desperately to get rid of the man on the horse. But the man's hand locked him firmly like a pair of pliers, giving him no chance to escape.

Soon, the flame burned his body into a pile of ashes, leaving only a soul to stay in place. The figure's face was dignified, and one hand slapped him heavily on the head of the soul that had just jumped out and attacked him. There was a golden light in the center of his eyebrows, and countless information came into his mind from the soul. The man smiled faintly and spewed out vigorously. He scattered the soul of the man who attacked him and disappeared into the world.

At the same time, he fell off the knife cliff.

Seeing Yang Xuan again, the defenders of Xuanmen pass were very happy. In particular, the troops of Feilian army are like returning to the time when they were at the Xuanmen pass and killed the barbarian army under the leadership of Yang Xuan. But I'm happy because I haven't been supplemented with military funds for a long time. Even the elite soldiers selected by Ning Ziwei and handed over to Yang Xuan have some ugly expressions on their faces.

Yang Xuan smiled faintly and waved his hand to make the soldiers quiet. He stretched out a left hand. A shining tower appeared in his palm and was still rotating. Yang Xuan held the pagoda with one hand and pressed the other hand on it to tilt the tower slightly. The pagoda was like a flood gate with a hole. Countless large pockets fell out of the pagoda and fell in front of the people.

Yang Xuan raised his head and looked at this group of soldiers who used to be the most elite soldiers in the Feilian army. Now, because of the lack of food, their combat effectiveness fell to almost the same as that of ordinary people. The expression on his face seemed a little distressed. He pointed to the pockets that had fallen out of the stupa. The pockets piled up on the ground to form a man high hill.

"Here are some dry food and fresh water. Take them to fill your stomach first!"

Yang Xuan said, taking the lead in opening his pocket, took out a piece of dried meat and stuffed it into his mouth first. This dried meat is produced from the barbarian prairie. Even if it is just ordinary dried meat, it tastes very good. These soldiers have long been hungry. They will be picky and crazy. They jump on the hill composed of food and start looting. Yang Xuan looked at the soldiers who were wolfing down and smiled.

At the same time, return to the road to Longya mountain. The figure who was attacked by someone on his horse just now has killed the man who attacked him just now. At this time, he is standing quietly in place. On a severe winter night, the sky is covered with dark clouds. In this place where there is no light and you can't see your fingers, naturally you can't see the real face of the man riding the horse just now. The man thought for a moment. A hand gently crossed his face. His face began to wriggle and change, just like the dough under the hands of a street vendor.

A moment later, in a golden light, the man's face finally stopped changing. Then, as like as two peas, the face of a man with a sharp face and a face that could be seen by the man who had been killed could be surprised to find that this face is almost the same as his appearance. Then, the man with sharp nosed monkeys helped the horse up, patted him on the back, and the horse disappeared in place.

The man smiled faintly. If there were high-level friars present, he would surely find that the breath on the man was very strange. It was completely different from normal people. The body seemed not to be composed of flesh and blood, but the purest aura.

A wind whirl gathered under the man's feet. The wind whirl carried him in the opposite direction - the direction of Luodao cliff.

On the back of Luodao cliff, in the barbarian barracks, it was the weapons Tongming at this time. The reason why they dared to launch an all-round attack on Da Wei in this severe winter was that someone had sneaked into their palace overnight and reported something to their majesty.

In a camp in the middle of the camp, a tall man with a beard looked anxious and seemed to be waiting for something. The man's name is turhao. He is the president commander of the barbarian army. According to the barbarian's name, he should be called a general.

The barbarian general tapped his fingers on the table. Suddenly, there was a sound outside the door.