Qiongying and Feng Feili returned to the palace from the back mountain, and felt the air abnormality, a burst of depression and murderous aura.
"Lord, the army of Dongyue attacked the city." Luo Yi came quickly and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Qiongying.
"Where is Qingjun?" Qiongying frowned slightly.
"The young master has already led the black horse to the city gate, and now the war has probably started." Luo Yi replied, adding: "The master of Jiangxue Hall has followed the young master."
"Go to the city gate." As soon as he finished speaking, Qiongying's figure disappeared.
Feng Feili hurriedly chased after her, feeling a little disappointed and uneasy. Qingjun seemed to have surpassed the sibling relationship with her, and she was also extremely concerned about Qingjun, but Qingjun is too extreme and not suitable.
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City gate.
The two armies fought, with the sound of horse hooves, wailing and neighing, deafening, just like the sky collapsed and the earth broke, soaring into the sky.
There was danger, and there was a red shadow on the battlefield. He stepped on blood and his clothes flew, like a blooming manzhushahua, with a lingering and vicious spirit, as if he was using killing to vent his anger.
Wu Xin and others watched the battle on the city tower.
"Those are the living dead?" Jing Ao said in a panic, and finally truly saw it.
Looking at the armored people coming out of the wooden box, their limbs were stiff, but their phantom power reached at least the sixth level or even the eighth level.
"As you can see." Wu Xin frowned. There were twenty living dead people, and even the Black Climber was not his opponent.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, the ground cracked, and the trees were uprooted, affecting both radius, as if the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked.
Screams, whimpers and roars were heard on the battlefield, and many beasts and soldiers fell into the cracks on the ground, flying sand and stones, and dust in the sky.
"Several living dead people have used their advanced earth control techniques and have reached the eighth level." Jing Ao waved his robe sleeves and brushed away the dust that was coming.
"Where is Qingjun?" Qiutong was a little scared. There was too much sand and dust, and the situation of the battle could not be seen.
"Don't worry, he will never have any trouble." Jing Ao was not worried at all. Qingjun was simply a pervert. He actually killed someone to vent his anger. The so-called disaster was left for thousands of years.
"If Qingjun has any mistakes, you and I will be buried with you!" Qiutong could not calm down and immediately jumped down the city tower and disappeared into the dust.
Jing Ao pulled the corners of his mouth. Is it that serious? Qingjun will definitely not die!
The sky was dark, the entire battlefield was shaking, sand and dust rolled, sinking into dust, unable to see his five fingers, and choked so hard that he could hardly breathe.
Wu Xin frowned, twisted a weapon, jumped off the city tower, and got involved in the sand and dust.
The master gave Qingjun the best teaching, so that Jiangxue would never leave Qingjun, not let Qingjun participate in the war, and protect Qingjun everywhere. If Qingjun makes any mistakes, the consequences will be unimaginable.
"Not mind!" Nangong Chen said in shock and immediately followed.
When Jing Ao saw that Wuxin had gone, he was no longer calm and cursed in his heart that this disaster would harm others and himself!
Jing Ao was about to order to use water to dispel the sand and dust. Suddenly, a sharp cold wind came from behind. When he looked back, he was shocked.
"Where is Qingjun?" The shadow of the sky came silently like a ghost.
"Wuxin and the others have gone down to look for it, no need..." I was worried, before Jing Ao finished speaking, his eyes flashed before he saw Qiongying disappear.
"What happened to you, Qing?" Feng Feili felt a little regretful when he saw that the situation seemed to be bad. He shouldn't have gone up the mountain this morning.
"It's just sand and dust, Qingjun is very good." Jing Ao said helplessly. Qingjun is really an ancestor and needs to offer it.
"Brother, I'll leave it to you here, I'll go down and take a look." After saying that, Jing Hao jumped off the city tower before Jing Ao agreed.
Jing Ao cursed again in his heart and immediately ordered water to disperse the dust.