Things went smoothly. The Tatar warriors had been busy all day, and now they were assembling siege equipment in the dark. No one noticed at all. When the two pawns who left the scene to relieve themselves came back, they had been replaced by others.

Lan Qiao and Ling Yufei took the opportunity to move parts to get close to the siege towers and trebuchets. They used their internal force to carefully open some small cracks in the wheel axles, and then left the "crime scene" as if nothing had happened.

This is passed down from Lan Ruohai's military experience. Heavy siege equipment such as siege tower trebuchets are made of wood and carry a huge load. The axle part used to promote movement is the most fragile. They are using

There are some small cracks in the wheel axle, which are not easily noticeable on the surface. When these heavy instruments are pushed onto the battlefield, the wheel axle will soon break.

At that time, these siege towers and trebuchets with broken shafts will all be stuck in place due to loss of mobility, leaving the Tatar siege troops in a dilemma. They can neither attack the enemy city nor withdraw easily. Once the siege fails,

If the attackers withdraw their troops, the defenders can easily seize these weapons.

This is indeed a smarter move than directly burning or damaging siege equipment.

Lan Qiao and Ling Yufei suppressed their laughter and returned to Hua Yuxi. Hua Yuxi breathed a sigh of relief knowing that they had succeeded.

"Did anyone come to this tent again just now?" Lan Qiao pointed to Pintoya's small tent.

"No." Hua Yuxi glared at Lan Qiao and said, "You care about others so much. You have never cared about me."

"Um, I want to borrow something from you." Lan Qiao scratched his head and said, "Do you have any of those intoxicating drugs that can make people faint just by smelling them?"

"Yes, yes, what do you want to do?" Hua Yuxi said warily, "Isn't it going to be used on her?"

"Well, you can lend it to me." Lan Qiao chuckled and stretched out his palm.

"Shameless, exotic beauties are so fragrant?" Hua Yuxi turned away angrily, took out a small porcelain bottle, stuffed it into Lan Qiao's hand angrily, "Take it, I guarantee that even if you cut off her ears, she won't be able to wake up.

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Lan Qiao knew that she had misunderstood, so he did not defend himself. He accepted the porcelain bottle and said, "You go out first and wait for me in the woods where the horses are tied. I will be back soon."

"It's best not to let Gui Lichi come back and catch you." Hua Yuxi gave him a sharp look and said, "It's not good to fall in love with any woman. It has to be here and now. I really admire you. Why didn't I think you were so good before?

Sexy?"

"Okay, stop talking. Who's slave is so cruel to the master?" Lan Qiao made a serious face, and without saying anything else, he drove Hua Yuxi and Ling Yufei out of the hole.

Hua Yuxi was depressed all the way, and when she returned to the woods where her horse was tied, she still looked bitter and depressed.

Ling Yufei comforted her and said, "Maybe it's not what you think. Huaiyuan may have other purposes."

"What's the purpose?" Hua Yuxi said harshly, "A woman I have never met before, the mistress of Gui Lichi's military commander, except for her ability to be charming, has no use value at all. Tell me, he asked me to borrow my charm.

Medicine, what else can you do to deal with such a woman besides that?"

Ling Yufei smiled bitterly and said, "I can't guess either."

Hua Yuxi lowered her head, bit her lip until it almost bled, kicked a stone down the hillside, and said bitterly: "You don't want to throw yourself into my arms. You have to marry a dirty woman. It's really annoying."

She suddenly looked at her bare feet again and asked Ling Yufei: "Do you men like to see women applying flower juice on their toenails?"

"Don't ask me." Ling Yufei waved his hands repeatedly, "I can't represent other people's thoughts."

They waited in the woods for more than half an hour before finally seeing a figure speeding towards them under the moonlight.

"Hmph, it's really durable." Hua Yuxi looked at the blue bridge getting closer and closer, and said to herself mockingly, "Why don't you bring that woman back too?"

Ling Yufei welcomed Lan Qiao into the woods and said with some dissatisfaction: "Why did it take you so long to come? I thought something happened to you."

"No problem." Lan Qiao waved his hand, walked to Hua Yuxi and said, "Guess what I brought you?"

Hua Yuxi said angrily: "You can't just touch that woman's jewelry and come to give it to me, right?"

"Look." Lan Qiao reached behind his back and took out the sword with an agate sheath from his cloak. He said proudly, "Although it's not jewelry, you said you liked it just now, so I stole it."

Hua Yuxi was moved in her heart, but she still said harshly: "Come on, if you just put some poison in it and then touch a sword, will it take so long? You must have done something else!"

Lan Qiao asked in astonishment: "What are you doing?"

"You know it in your heart." Hua Yuxi stamped her feet, "I can't tell you what you men like to do."

When Ling Yufei heard that Hua Yuxi scolded him again, he had no choice but to push Lan Qiao and asked: "Please explain carefully, what did you do? We are all anxious to death, and you are still trying to pass it off."

Lan Qiao was pushed by him and staggered, his back hit a tree trunk, he coughed twice and said: "I really didn't do anything else, just to steal that sword. It seems that Pintoya knows some evil martial arts from the Western Regions"

, I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to subdue her, so I wanted to use drugs. Do you think I’m so indifferent to right from wrong, and I’m still taking advantage of the opportunity to ask for help?”

The moonlight shone through the gaps between the branches and shone on Lan Qiao's face, making him look horribly pale, and a few drops of cold sweat were clearly visible.

Hua Yuxi was agitated and said in a trembling voice: "Young Master is injured?"

She immediately yelled at Ling Yufei: "Why are you pushing so hard?"

"I didn't use any strength." Ling Yufei said aggrievedly.

"It's Guilichi." Lan Qiao didn't reveal the truth until now, "I stunned the woman, took the sword and was about to leave, when I bumped into Guilichi coming in."

Ling Yufei said worriedly: "Are you guys fighting?"

Lan Qiao nodded: "There are also Tuoba Liang from Xianbei you mentioned, and Master Qingyuan from Tubo." He paused and slowly told Linghua and the others about the shocking incident in the small tent just now.

war.

At that time, he took the sword and was about to get out of the tent, when he suddenly felt a suffocating and powerful pressure.

He realized almost immediately that it was Guilichi coming.

The sword of light came out of its sheath silently. Lan Qiao held the sword and pointed at the curtain in the distance. His mind was immediately connected with the sword of light, and there was no distinction between him and me.

For a moment, he forgot that he was in danger, the city of Beiping, and even Hua Yuxi and Ling Yufei who were waiting for him in the grove. They were completely integrated with the heaven and earth. Man and sword were no longer distinguishable from each other, only the sword was left.

The pure soul that has nothing to do with anything perceives all changes around it.

Wearing a large robe, the "demon shadow" Guilichi was half a head taller than Lan Qiao. As if his feet did not touch the ground, he slipped in from under the curtain blown by the wind.

He made full use of the space in the small tent, and suddenly flew over the Blue Bridge. He used his hands to perform countless exquisite and mysterious palm techniques. His amazing energy was like the vast universe condensed to a small point, and he volleyed towards the Blue Bridge.

Lan Qiao let out a long roar, and the flowing light sword rose through the air, facing Gui Lichi.

At this time, he had no fear, no regrets, and was even a little excited, as if he had been looking forward to the showdown with Guilichi for a long time.

This is also Lan Ruohai's expectation.

If the enemy can be killed in one fell swoop, the Tatar army will inevitably collapse without a fight, and Peiping will be able to rest easy.

Under the strong pressure of Gui Lichi, who was like a demon in the shadows, Lan Qiao could only fight with all his strength. He also knew that Gui Lichi also did not leave any room, trying to determine the winner within a few moves and kill him.

In the face of enemies who dare to sneak into the camp and disturb his mistress, he must take action personally to maintain his god-like image among the Tatar army.

If it had been the Lan Qiao before returning from Evil Dragon Island, Gui Lichi might have been able to succeed, but Lan Qiao was no longer the same Lan Qiao. His understanding of the Ten Directions of Void Ember and his self-created Wanghaichao Sword Technique,

Give him enough strength to fight back.

Lan Qiao's "Earth Style" move did not cause any controversy. The true energy was all stored in the sword, and the body, mind and spirit were perfectly combined.

"Peng!"

The strong energy clashed, making a chilling sound like a thunderous explosion.

The two people passed each other in the small tent, and in an instant they exchanged more than ten fierce moves with their swords.

The figures are suddenly separated.

Lan Qiao staggered after landing, and immediately spun around like lightning, as if it was all driven by the flowing light sword in his hand. The sword edge drew a beautiful and impeccable arc, and used a "whirlpool style" move to meet the powerful figure outside the wall in front of him.

the Grand Master.

Gui Lichi appeared where the sword pointed, in the semi-enclosed space of the small tent, his clothes and long hair seemed to be moving against the wind, dancing wildly behind him.

Lan Qiao's heart trembled, knowing that Gui Lichi was indeed a well-known warrior, and if his martial arts were brought to the Central Plains, he would indeed be qualified to compete with Lan Ruohai back then.

Gui Lichi punched out, and his fist kept expanding in front of Lan Qiao's eyes, making him feel that his heart was being controlled by this terrible opponent.

Lan Qiao heard the sound of rustling footsteps coming from outside the tent. Apparently, at the same time as Gui Lichi took action, there were other masters approaching the small tent.

But if he escapes at this time, it will be tantamount to exposing the flaw behind him to Gui Lichi. But if he allows Gui Lichi to entangle him, he will inevitably fall into a tight siege.

If you are not careful between advancing and retreating, your life will be lost.

Lan Qiao did not hesitate, and drew back his sword. The true energy flowed through his meridians, and he suddenly stood still, as motionless as a mountain.

This is a rushing style that strictly guards the Gen position. It is the only way to resolve the crisis by remaining unchanged in response to all changes.

Guilichi said "Huh" and said in Mongolian: "Young man has some skills!" He quickly closed his fists, crossed his arms to form a diagonal cross to protect his chest, and then spun like a top, sometimes left and now right.

The air flow in the small tent immediately changed, and tornado-like violent air waves hit the Blue Bridge from all directions.

In Gui Lichi's view, this level of offensive is enough to make anyone feel frightened. However, Lan Qiao's Wanghaichao Sword Technique was born in the storm, and he understands the storm waves better than anyone else.

powerful.

Lan Qiao thought to himself, "Good luck!" and closed his eyes. He relied on his skin's keen sense of touch to sense the direction of the air currents around him. At the same time, he followed the sword and shot out a torrent of electricity from the weakest air wave.

It passed through at an angle and flew straight towards the curtain of the small tent.

The tent curtain had been opened when Gui Lichi came in. As long as he got out of the tent, he could get a wider escape space.

At this moment, Lanqiao was less than two steps away from the tent curtain.

"Where to go?" A young man dressed as an aristocrat appeared outside the tent holding a long sword. Judging from his clothing style, he should be the descendant of Xianbei, Tuoba Liang, whom Ling Yufei once mentioned.

Lan Qiao raised the corners of his mouth, smiled slyly and said, "Spare your life."

As if he had expected that there would be someone outside the tent, he tiptoed a little, and actually retreated, abandoning the tent that was so close, and instead swept back like a long eye in the back of his head.

Even Gui Lichi was caught off guard by this change. All his back-ups were designed to target Lan Qiao to force his way into the tent guarded by Tuoba Liang. Unexpectedly, Lan Qiao faced the tent and flew backwards like an arrow.

This incredible change in movement slowed down Gui Lichi by half a minute, and he did not have time to block Lan Qiao with his palm strength.

Lan Qiao quickly retreated to a corner far away from the tent, arched his back and burst out his true energy, breaking a big hole in the tent, and then rushed out of the tent.

At the same time, he also broke a very important support rod of the small tent, causing the small tent to lose its balance. The tent fell, covering Guilichi and Pintoya who was still not awake.

Outside the tent were overwhelming torches, and countless Tatar warriors rushed to the scene of the accident.

Fortunately, Pintoya's small account book is in a remote place. Two steps further is the wall of the Tatar camp. Lanqiao used his same trick to break open the wall. As soon as he got half way out, he suddenly heard a Buddha's name and a mysterious and mysterious sound.

The palm wind struck from behind.

Since a large number of Tatar warriors were already approaching, Lanqiao did not dare to look back, because that would send him back to the enemy's siege.
Chapter completed!