The first thousand one hundred and forty-eight chapters male and female swords
Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and many white-eared jingwei guarded the rear, while Zhao Yun and Shu Emperor Liu Bei fled first.
Zhou Xuan was about to take control of the Yellow Turban Ancient God to hunt down the Shu Emperor Liu Bei, but he heard a pavilion elder shouting anxiously:
"Mr.
"Huh?" Zhou Xuan was startled, then frowned and glared at the five elders guarding the pavilion.
These five elders who guard the pavilion have been in charge of the Sutra Pavilion for many years. Even though the battle situation in the Taiping General Altar was unfavorable, they were not called upon.
Unexpectedly, this time the five elders guarding the pavilion actually left the pavilion and were even broken in.
Of course, Zhou Xuan quickly understood the thoughts of the elder guarding the pavilion as soon as he saw the big hole. He most likely thought that the Sutra Pavilion was a rare treasure and he only needed to guard the door. Who knew someone could break the wall and ladder to enter the pavilion?
!
"Pity……"
Looking at the dazzling silver dragon soaring in the sky, Zhou Xuan felt regretful.
If he can retain or kill the Shu Emperor Liu Bei, it will be a great achievement and his reputation will be spread throughout the world. It is not impossible to be crowned emperor!
"Rumble..."
Just when Zhou Xuan was about to mobilize the Yellow Turban Ancient God to rush into the Sutra Pavilion, the Sutra Pavilion suddenly began to tremble violently, making a loud roar, giving people the feeling of a rolling dragon.
One of the elders guarding the pavilion was shocked and shouted: "No! The Sutra Pavilion has been refined..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the Sutra Pavilion trembling violently, suddenly "rising out of the ground", shrinking rapidly, turning into a pavilion several feet large, and falling into the hands of a man with four wings spread out from his back...
"Huh?"
Wu Xin used the sharpness and strength of his wings and the strength of his body to force his way into the pavilion, and then used nine "Sealing God Monuments" to seal the cave and seal the internal space, making it impossible for outsiders to enter.
Then, Wu Xin violently killed several Taiping disciples in the pavilion, found the center of the pavilion, and quickly refined it.
Just after refining the Sutra Pavilion, putting it away and showing up, Wu Xin couldn't help but be startled...
"what's the situation?"
The situation outside the building was indeed as expected. The fighting was overwhelming and the ground was in a mess. However, the Feichan Guards had already evacuated, and the Shuijing Villa disciples and the White-Eared Jingwei, who had suffered heavy casualties, were fleeing in all directions.
Shu Emperor Liu Bei and Zhao Yun have disappeared, leaving only Guan Yu and Zhang Fei fighting fiercely with two men with broken golden armor, and more than a thousand white-eared Jingwei fighting to the end, either dead or injured.
"Wind Palm!"
Before Wu Xin could watch or think, Zhou Xuan had already struck out with one palm, and two ancient yellow-turbaned gods with figures like the wind were rushing towards Wu Xin.
"escape……"
Based on his rich battlefield experience, Wu Xin thought decisively. He spread his wings behind him and was about to escape, but saw...
There is a large human-shaped pit on the ground, and two swords, black and white, are left in the pit.
"Could it be the male and female swords of Shu Emperor Liu Bei? Was Liu Bei blown to pieces? Or was he so seriously injured that he couldn't even take away the weapons?"
Thoughts passed in a flash...
"Airspeed four wings!"
Ripples in the void, Wu Xin instantly turned into an afterimage, cutting through the sky faster than the Ancient God of the Yellow Turban, grabbing the black and white swords from the air, and escaping!
"Mr. Xuan..." an elder guarding the pavilion shouted anxiously.
"Leave them here to atone for their sins!"
Before the elder who guarded the pavilion had finished speaking, Zhou Xuan let out a slight scolding with a face as cold as frost, waved his hand to stir up the strong wind, and led the four ancient yellow scarf gods in pursuit of Wu Xin's escape...
The Sutra Pavilion is basically the core of every force, and the Taiping Sect is no exception. Otherwise, Zhou Xuan would not have been allowed to bring the four Yellow Turban Ancient Gods to support him!
If the Sutra Pavilion is lost, neither the elders who guard the pavilion nor Zhou Xuan, who is responsible for the rescue, can bear this responsibility!
"call……"
The Yellow Turban Ancient God left, and Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, who were fighting fiercely with all their strength, suddenly let out a sigh of relief.
Guan Yu looked at the injured Chen Dao and hundreds of white-eared Jingwei and ordered: "Evacuate!"
At the command, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei tacitly agreed to dissolve the body and return to human form, but did not leave immediately.
Facing the five elders guarding the pavilion, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei joined forces. Even if they couldn't win, they could still save their lives!
Zhang Fei calmed down and said hesitantly, "Just now... Huang Li seemed to have taken away the master's sword?"
When Wu Xin appeared and left, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were fighting the Yellow Turban Ancient God with all their strength, creating opportunities for Zhao Yun and Liu Bei to escape, so they really didn't pay much attention.
Of course, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei sensed the male and female swords, and knew that either Emperor Li Wuxin had taken them away, or Zhou Xuan or the Ancient God of Yellow Turban had taken them away!
Guan Yu's expression changed and he quickly shouted: "Chase!"
"Want to leave?"
At this time, the five elders guarding the pavilion had consciously surrounded Guan Yu and Zhang Fei in the direction of the Five Elements.
"Five Elements Demon Sealing Array!"
"..."
Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were extremely anxious and quite speechless. They could only pray that it had fallen into the hands of Li Huang Wu Xin!
When they want to come...
They really don't have the confidence to face Zhou Xuan or the Yellow Turban Ancient God again, let alone take it back!
It was taken away by Wu Xin, and given the relationship between the two parties, it is not difficult to get it back; as Li Huang, he should be able to "lose money without knowing it", right?
should……
…
"Whoosh..."
With his four wings lightly spread, Wu Xin fled as fast as lightning. He soon sensed the location of the Feichan Guards and changed his direction to join them.
"Sir! Those four monsters are the Yellow Turban Ancient Gods who were forged from thousands of years of ancient corpses. They are extremely powerful! Even Shu Emperor Liu Bei, who hid his strength and was at the worst the peak of his body, was beaten to the point of uncertainty. Martial Saint, Yihou
, Silver Spear, the Commander-in-Chief of Great Shu, etc. are no match either..."
Seeing that he could catch up with the Feichan Guards in just a few breaths, Wu Xin suddenly heard Dugu Jialuo's message in his mind.
"What do you mean..." Wu Xin was startled.
It soon became clear that Dugu Jialuo was referring to a Taiping disciple (Zhou Xuan) and the four Yellow Turban Ancient Gods who were chasing after him.
But, this means...
Let yourself lead them away and not lead them to the Flying Cicada Guard?
Is there anyone who can deceive the lord so much?
Just as Wu Xin was thinking about it, Dugu Jialuo sent another message: "Young Master, if you see anyone you don't like, you can lure them over! Perhaps, only the ones in Gao Kong can deal with the Yellow Turban Ancient God..."
"Who do you dislike? The one who bears the brunt... is of course Wei, Shu, and Wu! However, that is just Wu Xin's personal opinion. The superficial relationship is okay, but it won't work if you just lure them in like this..."
Wu Xin understood, his mind was racing, and he quickly looked up to the sky...
At this time, God Zhangjiao was still fighting fiercely with many powerful people at the peak, fighting until the sky and the earth were eclipsed, and the wind and clouds were changing, just like the chaotic and dark sky at the end of the world.
The vitality is like a knife, the strong wind is like waves, the light flashes, and the loud noise is deafening.
The fierce battle between the peak powers was astonishing, and even the aftermath was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Spreading his four wings and changing his direction, Wu Xin rushed high into the sky decisively...
Zhou Xuan led the four Yellow Turban Ancient Gods in pursuit at full speed, not daring to let up at all!
The distance of tens of miles is only a matter of breaths...
The speed of life and death, seconds are like years!
Of course, the higher the altitude, the greater the pressure!
Relying on the tyranny of his physical body, Wu Xin quickly approached the peak battlefield. The blooming vitality was like a mountain and the sea; the missing strong wind was like a knife or an arrow.
Seeing that he was about to get closer, Zhou Xuan suddenly shouted loudly: "Master! The Scripture-Tiding Pavilion was snatched away by him, and it is in his hands..."
This was Zhou Xuan's deliberate act. The news spread to Julu Mountain and everyone heard about it.
