The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　 "That thief soldier broke the city with magic! Really hateful! What a hateful!"

　　 "I can't wait to turn around and fight those thieves!"

　　 "Fight with them!"

　　 Dozens of riders were covered in blood, most of them with scars all over their body, although they had lost their helmets and armor, they could not wait to turn around and fight chasing soldiers, reuniting with their brothers, wives and children!

　　 But they are afraid, afraid to look back at the fire that rises to the sky, afraid to think of the fallen robes one after another like cropped wheat...

　　 What happened before tonight is not a balanced duel at all!

　　 The enemy suddenly attacked, but before the army intersected, there was billowing black smoke passing by. The soldiers who were blown by the black smoke fell to the ground one after another, and the Qiqiao died with black blood.

　　The city broke, the enemy hardly needed a single soldier, and Shang Dehou led a general to fight to the death, but it attracted a monstrous fire...

　　 It didn't take a long time before and after, even now that I think about it, it seems that I have had a terrible nightmare.

　　 These soldiers were originally guards in Shangdehou’s mansion. When the city was broken, they were ordered by Shangdehou in danger, leading the little princess to blaze a trail...

　　 Hou Ye’s daughter could not actually be called the princess, but because Shang Dehou worked so hard, but the royal family could not be named king, so he specially gave the title of Hou Ye’s daughter as princess.

　　 Now, the princess seems to be stupid, idiotically tied with a rope to the saddle, carried by this torrent, and galloping towards the mountain.

　　 Behind you, there are more than a thousand elite enemies riding!

　　 Entering the mountain pass, the captain of the guard yelled a few times, and the more than twenty riders behind him took the reins and faced the torrent rushing dozens of feet away behind him.

　　 "I'll wait after the break! Hold this place!"

　　 "The princess must not be lost! Let the princess go ahead! Don't look back!"

　　 "Go!"

　　 The little princess with hollow eyes had a little light in his eyes at this time, but in the light, there was despair, loss, and full of sorrow.

　　 She turned her head to look, and shouted in a stern voice: "Everyone, go! Don't be there!"

"Princess!" The burly captain of the guard turned his head to look in the direction of his little master. He was originally a dead man in the Hou Mansion, and he was given the role of defending the princess 16 years ago by the Lord Hou. He worked hard, day and night. Never let up.

　　 When Shang Dehou ran across the city, he did not shed a tear.

　　 When his parents, wife and children were burned by the demon in the city, his eyes were only red.

　　 Now, turning his head to see the familiar figure rushing into the mountain road protected by the robe, his tiger eyes were full of tears, and he roared at the sky a few times.

　　 live! Sheriff! Must survive!

　　 "Block the mountain pass! Never retreat!"

"kill!"

　　 More than 20 blood-stained guards, just like more than 20 Shura exuding murderous aura, lined up in a row, just to stop the mountain pass.

　　 Not all of them regard death as home, and go to death calmly, even the captain of the guard, at this time, his eyes are desperate, resentful, and flickering.

　　 can be more, but it is firm.

　　 Most of the thousands of cavalrymen of the opponent started to slow down due to the influence of the terrain, but the speed of the dozens of horsemen in the front did not decrease, and they rushed to the guards who were blocking the road.

　　 "Come over! They have run out of oil!"

"come!"

　　 "Kill!" The captain of the guard raised the bladed long knife in his hand, more than 20 riders in the reverse direction, the killing shout became more and more stern...

　　 None of these people noticed. In the mountains and forests to the side, a figure was running fast, and it disappeared after a few small pops, leaving a light sigh.

　　 Yang Jian knew that he could not save those people.

　　 It's not that he has more than one heart but lacks strength, but he doesn't have this position to save, and he doesn't have this leisurely heart to save.

　　 With nearly ten thousand strength with one arm, he throws a few rocks out at random, and he can naturally shock the mortal guards.

　　Yes, to save the weaker party is bound to kill more people from the stronger party. What do these people have to do with him? What is the hatred?

　　 In Yang Jian's view, taking human life is a big deal, and he can't achieve the state of disregarding human life for the time being.

　　 The **** nature of the twenty-odd rides made his heart excited;

　　 Although there are tens of thousands of people, the fortitude I am going towards makes him admire in his heart;

　　 But that's all.

　　 The only thing in his heart that he wanted to save was the little princess. He probably couldn't bear to see such a brilliant person disappearing. The so-called is nothing but selfishness.

　　 The mortal battle for hegemony has nothing to do with him.

　　 Besides, the soldiers on both sides are nothing more than the'tools' of those in power. Although they suffer from karma, they do not distinguish between each other.

　　 It was the old demon of Burning City. If Yang Jian had a chance, he would kill the opponent in his palm.

Karma.

　　 Yang Jian frowned, thinking about the words Master said to him that day.

　　Master said that doing good will accumulate merits, and doing evil will increase karma; you may be fine on weekdays, and disasters will come.

　　 If there are too many merits, the power of merit will be added, so that they will be protected by heaven. In contrast, if there are too many karma, it will naturally be condemned by heaven.

　　 That old demon way is such a vicious method, the magic weapon sacrificed to destroy a city of life! But why, no scourge descended?

　　Is it just a joke? Can monks act unscrupulously!

　　 Yang Jian clenched his fist, still unable to let go of the old demon way, and pursed his lips.

　　 He followed the team of people who protected the little princess, and the opponent drove on the mountain path, and Yang Jian was prancing in the mountains on both sides.

　　Yang Jian suddenly thought of the young monk who came with a sword and repelled the demon. The phrase "Heaven and the earth will fall, the demon is rampant" seemed to be the answer to his troubles at this time.

　　 "I was sent here by the master to practice, but the power of the Tao of Heaven is weak, and it won't suppress my profound arts."

　　 Yang Jian stopped by a mountain stream, and suddenly thought of what changes would happen in this big world if the aura disappeared completely.

　　 Heaven and earth will fall?

　　 Will this world die?

　　 Then how should the billions of creatures living here deal with themselves?

　　 Yang Jian stood with his hand in his hand, quietly thinking, his eyes kept looking at the silver-white armor that was still prominent in the night.

　　 The team of men and horses is splitting into two groups, with more than ten people in one group. They took the little princess off the horse and headed towards the dense forest nearby.

　　 While Yigu continued to ride, lead horses, and proceed along the path, so he was suspicious.

　　 Maybe, you don't have to save her by yourself.

　　 Yang Jian shook his head and was about to retreat, but suddenly heard a few screams from the forest. The screams were mixed with unspeakable fear.

　　 In the forest at night, a puff of gray smoke drifted over, and the mountain breeze seemed to have the sound of ghost crying.

　　 "Oh! There are monks!"

　　 Yang Jian jumped directly from the mountain, and the wind rushed towards the forest.

　　 He was cast very quickly, and the dozen or so guards who followed the little princess also bought Yang Jian time to arrive barely.

　　Although these guards spent their lives in exchange for this period of time, even before these guards fell, their eyes were full of despair, and they could not see that the person they were protecting had half the chance of escape.

　　 "Quickly go to the princess!"

　　 "Take the princess away!"

　　 Yang Jian rushed away from Baizhang, and the last guard who stood in front of the weak figure slowly fell to the ground. He didn't call for the princess to leave any more, but just let out a scream.

　　 Yang Jian was able to see himself at night. At this moment, he saw the silhouettes swaying around in the clearing, and he couldn't help clenching his steel fist!

　　 If he followed them and didn’t want to leave... these people...

　　 But Yang Jian immediately took a deep breath~www.readwn.com~ The distracting thoughts were expelled from his heart.

　　 didn't feel the danger, Xuan Gong didn't give himself a warning sign, which made Yang Jian no more doubts.

"No--"

　　 After all, the little princess was young, and when he first experienced a big change, he had collapsed at this time. He sat on the grass covered with dead leaves and touched the muddy blood with both hands.

　　 In front of her, in the faint starlight, there was a pale, pale gray robe, a young monk who seemed to be in his twenties, smiling positively, and approaching the little princess step by step.

　　 "I never thought that Master would throw me here and not let me share any benefits, but it gave me a great fortune."

　　 There was **** in the eyes of this man, and he walked towards the little princess step by step, the blood-red wooden sword in his hand was rippling.

　　 "Become my servant, the jewel of the Northwest, you are the beauty that many dignitaries think about day and night, it's cheaper for me today! Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

　　 The young monk raised his head and laughed wildly.

　　 Amidst the laughter, a question appeared abruptly, his voice low and with a certain irresistible force.

　　 "It’s your master who burned the city?"

　　 "Who is...who!" This person suddenly turned his head, but before he could make any response, he felt a hammer hit the back of his head, causing him to lose his spirit and faint when he rolled his eyes.

　　 "Humph! It will make you die harder!"

　　 Yang Jian grabbed the young monk's belt and carried him like a little chicken, and then looked at the little princess with a complicated look.

　　If Xiao Chan'er suffers from such suffering, she...

　　 "It's okay, you."

　　Yang Jian's voice is actually gentle that he never expected.