I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

Could it be that the goal of these refugees is the Chang'an City?

A thought emerged from Wu Qiong's mind.

It is impossible for the refugees themselves to know where Chang'an City is, there must be someone to guide them.

Was it the work of the people in Chang'an City, or did others have other intentions?

Wu Qiong thought of the fruitful farming outside Chang'an City, and guessed in her heart that Chang'an City might have been prepared.

Receiving the rebellious people, this is tantamount to arguing against the Eastern Tang Dynasty...

However, having said that, so many soldiers of Tang sergeant died or surrendered, and the conflicts between the two sides have become extremely fierce.

However, his own Perak Sect, should he completely fall to Chang'an City?

Wu Qiong looked at the Longling mountains in the distance, uncertain for a moment.

The chaos in front of them dragged their homes, helped each other, and headed towards Longling.

They don't know what their future destiny will be. They only know that there may be hope of survival there that can feed them.

Wu Qiong's eyes flashed suddenly and noticed that outside the surging crowd, there was a small team, slightly dazzling.

It was a team of warriors, very different from the wave of refugees in the distance.

Wu Qiong saw several familiar faces in it.

He is from the Hanshan School.

Looking at them, Wu Qiong fell silent.

The tide of refugees migrated here, no need to ask, the army of the Xuanwu General Du Kun followed closely behind.

The Hanshan faction was too active before and had too deep contact with Chang'an City.

Most people who deal with this land snake in Qinzhou Mansion can only open one eye and close the other, and secretly write down the account.

But the Xuanwu general Du Kun led his army to kill, and he would inevitably plow the court.

In order to avoid unnecessary losses, it is wise for the Hanshan faction to break the arm of the strong man in time.

At least, most of the elite disciples should be saved and moved to Chang'an City to seek asylum to avoid being attacked by the Tang army.

As for whether it can make a comeback in the future, it depends on the result of the Tang Jun attacking Chang'an City again.

But all this is still very risky.

Even if Tang Jun smashes his halberd under Chang'an City again, there is still a question mark whether the Hanshan faction can regain the Qinzhou Mansion outside the mountain.

Everything in the Hanshan School seems to be a warning to the Perak Sect.

Wu Qiong looked at the crowd from a distance, silently thinking.

Among the Hanshan Sect crowd, a single-eyed young man looked calm.

"Master, head, we are going into the mountain ahead."

Hui Tianyu said: "The last time Tang Jun conquered Chang'an City, he drove a simple road. You can follow the road all the way to Baiyunyuan. Uncle Zhao and the others are waiting in the city."

He looked at the tide of refugees in the distance: "Disciples go and stare over there, lest the people get separated."

Several elders of the Hanshan faction said: "A few more people will go with me. Since I choose to believe in that city, I will try my best to handle the errands."

The group immediately divided into two groups.

A part of them escorted the young disciples and their families to the mountain.

Another group of people followed Hui Tianyu to guide the refugees.

Although the tide of refugees is loose and chaotic, it has gradually formed its core and has its own backbone over the years.

It is under the leadership of the leader that they can keep moving, avoiding Tang Jun's encirclement and suppression, and looking for rare rations to survive.

A big man in the crowd looked around while walking.

Seeing that an old woman was about to fall, he hurried forward and helped him up.

"Everyone is working hard, there will be food after going up the mountain!" The big man shouted: "The folks in the village should take care of each other and don't fall behind."

In the sound of his shouting, the numb eyes of many people around seemed to be a little bit more energetic, and the tired body seemed to regain strength, desperately rushing.

Hui Tianyu rushed to the side of the big man and helped him up the old woman.

The other side nodded and thanked: "You have a brother."

"Zunjia has extraordinary strength in cultivation, I am ashamed." Hui Tianyu seemed to look at each other casually: "It is rare that Zunjia has such a chivalrous mind, and I would like to help the poor and lead them to survive."

The big man shook his head: "What I have done is nothing. If it weren't for Xiongtai, you would show everyone a clear path, and the result would be either starvation or death, or Tang Junju's annihilation."

Hui Tianyu smiled: "Thanks to the respectable driver for persuading everyone, otherwise everyone will not believe me, because the dispute has delayed time, and we will not escape Tang Jun's encirclement."

The big man looked to the other people of the Hanshan faction: "The noble faction, all of them are taking personal risks. They don't hesitate the entire ancestor's inheritance, and they are enemies of the Tang army. If they saved everyone, how can they not believe it?"

Hui Tianyu smiled when he heard the words.

When the other party praised the Hanshan faction, he actually answered his temptation in a disguised form.

This big man is exquisite in his cultivation and must have a history and inheritance, but he is careful to hide it.

Not only did he return to Tianyu, but the other elders of his Hanshan School couldn't see the origin of the Dahan.

While the other party praised the Hanshan School for taking strange risks, he also vaguely stated that he did not want to expose his ancestors and inheritance, so as not to cause trouble to the teachers.

After all, it was directly against Tang Jun.

He personally rescued the refugees out of righteous indignation and sympathy, but did not want to involve the teacher.

"The faction alone is not enough to resist the Tang army and keep the people safe." Hui Tianyu said, "It all depends on the master of that Chang'an city."

The big man looked forward to the rolling mountains: "Xiongtai is polite. Without your help, we would not find the way to Chang'an City..."

The two were talking, and suddenly they heard exclamations and screams from afar.

When they looked back, they saw smoke and dust on the plain behind.

Tang Jun is here!

Hui Tianyu and the big man changed their expressions.

Everyone in the Hanshan School also looked ugly.

Many refugees even cried out desperately, and the crowd immediately became confused.

Thousands of horses galloping in the rear, the Xuanwu general Du Kun expressionless, like a cold bronze statue.

"General, shall we attack now?" the lieutenant next to him asked.

Du Kun said slowly: "Gao Qi and Yifan have two thousand soldiers. They never go back. That strange city has a lot of ways."

The lieutenant suddenly said: "Now attacking, the general is trying to drive these refugees to flee in front of them, for the purpose of rushing into the battle, and letting our son Lang kill them later."

"That's only one aspect. On the other hand, now let everyone use these anti-thief to cultivate murderous intent. When they went up the mountain to attack the city, their momentum was reaching its peak and defeating the enemy in one fell swoop."

Du Kun waved his hand, and Tang Jun immediately began to rush the refugees at the foot of the mountain.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out of the chaotic people, flying like lightning, and at the same time extremely powerful.

The Tang Jun cavalry rushing forward was cut down by him alone.

Xuanwu General Du Kun's eyes narrowed.

No need for him to give orders, the martial arts masters of the Xuanwu Army under his command rushed forward.

The man was strong and capable, still rushing from left to right in the chaotic army, killing and injuring many Tang troops.

It wasn't until he was surrounded by many basalt martial artists that he finally couldn't resist it.

He was wounded by the enemy's sword by a careless move.

When loopholes appeared, the collapse became a chain trend, and the man quickly got multiple knives.

The elite Tang Jun was like an icy killing machine, attacking non-stop, directly cutting the opponent into pieces.

But this group of flesh and blood that had been chopped into a mess of mud suddenly exploded and flew away.

The rain of blood in the sky instantly swallowed the approaching sergeant Tang.

Even some capable warriors were caught off guard and were covered in blood rain.

Their skin was corroded immediately, and their flesh and blood became blurred.

A large amount of blood spurted out from everyone's wound, and then gathered into a river of blood in the air.

In the river of blood, a silver skull ring flashed blood in his eyes.

"Is a master of magic?"

A group of basalt troops immediately fired at the Blood River with strong bows and crossbows.

The howling arrow rain tore the blood red river water, and the air mass burst open, blasting the blood river out of huge holes.

But the river of blood congealed and did not disperse. Although it resembled a tattered rag full of holes, the viscous and filthy river water did not disintegrate, it still maintained its original shape and kept flowing.

With blood flowing, there was a vaguely stern phoenix sound.

Although it is not as domineering as Zhang Dongyun used to cast the Blood Phoenix Transformation to directly swallow the arrows for his own use, the old blood shadow demon is also dissolving the series of arrows from the group of warriors at this moment.

The blood phoenix was reborn in blood and flew out of the ruined river of blood, called the power of avoiding the sharp arrow and breaking the magic.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the opponent to re-open the bow and arrow, the phoenix flapped its wings, sprinkled a rain of blood, and counterattacked the enemies.

Tang Jun propped up the shield, and the blood rain hit it, and suddenly green smoke rose.

At this moment, a tall figure with a bronze complexion suddenly fell from the sky.

His whole body was steaming like a furnace.

The whole person is like a small volcano.

The vigorous and masculine qi and blood of martial arts masters make it easier for the group to ward off evil and difficult for ghosts and gods to approach.

As soon as the blood rain of the old blood shadow demon approached the opponent, before he could touch his body, it was wiped out by transpiration in the air.

The visitor was the commander of this Tang army, the Xuanwu general Du Kun.

"The last report of Yifan and Gao Qi mentioned a man in the magic way. It seems that it is you." Du Kun said with a blank expression: "Is there any other party, tell this general the truth."

The old blood shadow demon sneered proudly: "You are also worthy to ask my majesty's title?"