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Under the starry night, without the guidance of the Bodhi Star, Xueer is still running away.

The five Yanling guards left by General Yuwen of Yuwen clan to protect Princess Ningxue were all killed under the roundup of Lishan Sect.

Han Rong and the four members of the Eagle Group used their last breath to strangle the Lishan Sect elder who had the same cultivation level as himself under Yan Lingwei's unique scimitar.

Han Rong, who was seriously injured, fell into a coma.

When he woke up, there was no trace of the princess in the wild mountains.

In desperation, he forced his body to find Luo Changfeng when the blood was drained.

He informed Yan Lingwei's real young master of the princess's danger, and then met his old master Luo Ling in the underworld.

These are things that Xueer, who is fleeing under the starry night, does not know.

Xueer only knew that this was her first time in exile.

Alone in the sky full of stars and the cold light of the full moon, I was running for my life in the deep mountains.

From time to time, the roar of ferocious beasts can be heard in the mountains.

This can't help but remind Xue'er, who has read countless books since she was a child, that the horrifying scene of a howling wolf howling at the moon is recorded in some biographical articles every night when the moon is full.

Xue'er, who basically had no sense of survival in the barren mountains, had such thoughts flashing through her mind, and her pretty face began to look a little pale.

The clear eyes of the ghost also showed a hint of fear.

Terrified of the heavenly beings, she carefully raised her head and glanced at the moon in the night sky, which was the brightest and fullest moon of the year, with her peripheral vision. After confirming that there was no sight of the howling wolf reflecting the moon.

, then he patted his chest, which was rising and falling with the breath, with lingering fear, and felt reassured.

Thinking of the death of the five Yan Lingwei brothers who followed him, a feeling of sadness lingered in his heart.

Xueer looked at the bright moon.

Looking at the corner of the galaxy where the Bodhi Star had been eternal among the stars in the sky, I murmured to Brother Changfeng, and crystal tears fell from the corners of my eyes.

…

On one side of the mountain, the fiery red sun peeked out quietly, and on the other side of the mountain, the full moon, as big as a jade plate, retired from the human world.

The sky before Mao hour is approaching has its own uniqueness. Because at this time, there is not only a faint skylight in the deep mountains, but also a faint moonlight.

The ancients said that the sun and the moon are in the same sky, which refers to this moment.

The thin autumn frost quietly dotted the curved green eyebrows, and Xueer's pretty face had a wisp of wind and frost.

Xue'er, who had been running away exhausted all night, leaned against the edge of an unknown cave. The dim skylight and the faint moonlight fell on her petite body at the same time. The bonfire next to her had burned down, and the autumn coolness unknowingly hit her whole body in her dream.

Xue'er, who was sleeping deeply with the sun and moon shining on her body, had a dream.

She dreamed of a heavy snowfall, a snow that was more terrifying than the cold wave that swept across the Yan Empire two years ago.

Heavy snow covered the gate of Bailou in Yandu, as if the sky had fallen.

Xueer, dressed in purple, was standing on the tower.

Under the Bailou City is a dense mass of black iron armor. I don’t know if it’s hundreds of thousands or millions.

Luo Changfeng stood at the end of the awe-inspiring iron army besieging the city.

It's snowing heavily, and the sky is vast.

He was wearing a black robe.

He alone, with one gun, can fight against millions of armored soldiers!

He looked at Xue'er on the tower in the distance, and then looked directly at the millions of soldiers, and his voice echoed in the white sky and earth.

He said: "The world is so big that it can accommodate all living beings! The east of the sky is so vast that it can't accommodate a single person's ear? Luo Changfeng is here today. He wants to guard a small area in front of the Bailou Gate to protect one person's life. Who dares to stop him?

no?"

Xue'er on the tower heard Brother Changfeng's voice.

Each word fell into my ears clearly.

Then she laughed.

At that moment, the heavy snow stopped and was frozen in the white void.

The country will not survive! How can we be alone?

Xueer jumped down from the tower.

Luo Changfeng fought his way into a million armored armors and was buried by countless arrows...

Xueer woke up from her dream with a pale face, and tears were streaming down her face when she woke up.

With moist eyes, she stared dreamily at the dim skylight, then struggled to sit up on the ground. She was frightened by the nightmare and was so weak that she leaned against the stone wall of the cave.

She raised her head and looked at the sky where the sun and the moon were shining together, silently.

…

Flocks of birds flew up in panic from the mountains and forests where they lived, flying chaotically through the rising sun. The mountain wind whirling from the green hills swept through the wilderness like a knife blade, tearing away the smoke in the camp.

A group of about 200 light cavalry galloped in formation, kicking up billowing smoke.

Behind the light cavalry were nearly a hundred bandits. The bandits drove a group of captives slowly like livestock. The raging mountain wind stirred up the dust at the feet of the team. From a distance, it looked like steam rising from the blade of a knife.

It's like rushing out of a strong armor.

The two hundred light cavalry escorting the prisoners captured alive in Yuanshan Town stopped suddenly in front of the densely packed mountain campsite.

The commander dismounted his war horse.

A loud horn sounded.

A Mao officer company battalion riding a war horse and holding a red battle flag with the word "Yan" in his hand galloped past, shouting all the way: "Shengwei Army Tianlang Camp arrives at the camp point Mao..."

The wind is strong in the wild, and the heaven and earth are in awe.

The heavy door of the military camp slowly opened...

From the Tianlang Camp under the command of Wang Mang, the victorious army of the Great Yan Empire, two long queues holding Mo Dao came out.

Two hundred light cavalry dismounted one after another and drove Luo Changfeng and the captives from Yuanshan Town who had been slaughtered overnight into the Shengwei Army's Tianlang Camp.

The light cavalry commander was still standing outside the camp.

Behind him are nearly a hundred bandits who are waiting to receive rewards and honor their promises.

The leader of the bandits, the big boss who was usually very enlightened but had a brain failure on the night of the full moon, rubbed his palms, with a very sincere and respectful smile on his face, and walked forward: "Hey, Zhou.

Commander, look at this..."

The light cavalry commander named Zhou Gongjie turned around.

The pair of narrow eyes looking at the headmaster narrowed into a thin line.

He stretched out his hand and signaled the big boss to stop there.

The headmaster, who looked confused and his smile gradually stiffened, looked slightly embarrassed, and then took a few steps back reluctantly.

Zhou Gongjie, the commander-in-chief, still smiled, shook his head, and waved his hand again to signal him to retreat.

The boss, who did not dare to make any mistakes in front of the military camp, even if he was not in front of the military camp, took a few steps back honestly.

Keep retreating ten meters away.

Commander Zhou of the light cavalry nodded with satisfaction: "That's it."

Hearing this, the headmaster immediately beamed with joy; "Thank you, Commander Zhou, thank you, Commander Zhou..."

More than a hundred brothers behind him also waved their swords in celebration, congratulating that from today on they are no longer bandits robbing homes, but have become members of the powerful army of the Great Yan Empire.

Duke Zhou, who was dressed in white armor, turned around with a smile and raised his head slightly while facing the camp.

Rows of archers suddenly appeared on the camp wall.

Zhou Gongjie sneered: "From ancient times to the present, how could there be any collusion between soldiers and bandits?"

A big wave of his hand.

Arrows rained down.