According to Deshan's plan, he led his troops back to support Zhenguo Temple. Long Chen was blocked at the foot of the mountain or on the mountainside. They besieged him from above and below and beheaded Long Chen in Zhenguo Temple.
Therefore, he ignored Wu Jian's pursuit and led his troops to run westward.
Zhenguo Temple left behind 50,000 defenders and strong fortifications. He felt that the defenders of Zhenguo Temple could definitely hold on.
However, I never expected that Fu Hui, who stayed behind at Zhenguo Temple, would actually appear here.
Deshan's heart went cold.
"What's going on!"
Deshan grabbed Fuhui's disheveled monk's clothes on his horse and asked sharply.
Fuhui held the crescent moon Zen staff in his hand and said dejectedly: "The disciples are on defense in the temple and have been staring down the mountain to guard against Long Chengen."
"But Long Cheng'en suddenly appeared in the temple and started killing people from the top of the mountain. No one in the temple could match him. The disciples... the disciples were helpless."
When Fuhui ran away from the mountain, she knew she would be scolded by Deshan.
But scolding is better than being beheaded on the spot.
Moreover, the loss this time was indeed not Fuhui's fault.
Who would have thought that Long Chen would appear on the top of the mountain with his troops.
Fuhui was a little embarrassed at first, but seeing Deshan's disorganized team, he guessed that Deshan was also defeated.
Since the master also suffered a defeat, everyone was defeated by Long Chen.
It would not be a shame for him, a disciple, to run away.
The prison guard Juekong didn't understand and asked: "What do you mean? Long Chengen appeared in the temple? Aren't you defending at the bottom of the mountain? How did he get to the top of the mountain?"
Fuhui said aggrievedly: "I didn't know that Long Chengen didn't fight to the top of the mountain, he suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain."
"We defended at the bottom of the mountain and surrounded Zhenguo Temple like an iron barrel, but Long Chengen suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain."
"He led his men to charge everywhere, and his disciples led troops to the mountains for reinforcements, but they met Long Chengen. The disciples were no match for him, so they had to... ugh!"
Fuhui still can't figure out why Long Chen suddenly appeared on the top of Zhenguo Temple.
Deshan was puzzled by what he heard, but he had no time to think about it because Wu Jian's Long family army was already coming from behind.
The monk soldiers and iron kites also rushed up from behind, and everyone was running away desperately.
The momentum of defeat has begun, and no one can stop it.
"Abbott, what should we do now?"
The monk soldier general Guangxiang was stunned.
The lair has been breached, and with hundreds of thousands of soldiers chasing behind them, a decision must be made.
Monk Deshan looked at the defeated soldiers behind Fuhui. Apart from being in a panic, these people did not see any injuries.
"How many people are there in Long Chengen?"
Fuhui knew that Long Chen didn't have many people, but if Long Chen only had about a thousand people, he wouldn't be able to show it off, and Deshan would definitely be furious.
"Tens of thousands, I don't know the exact number, but their attack was very ferocious."
Fuhui lied, deliberately exaggerating the number of people.
The monk soldiers and generals who followed behind him were somewhat unaware of the situation, and those who knew the situation did not reveal it.
Everyone is a deserter, if you talk about Long Chen being more powerful, everyone will benefit.
"tens of thousands of people..."
Deshan's face looked ugly.
I thought I could kill thousands of people, but the last time Long Chen broke into the hinterland of Xixia, there were only 500 people.
Unexpectedly, there were tens of thousands of people this time. How did Long Chen get up there?
"Abbott, what should we do?"
Ma Xing, the iron kite general, asked anxiously.
The pursuers of the Long Family Army were already behind them, and the shouts of killing could be heard clearly.
Deshan sighed and said, "Go to Chiyan Temple and wait for help!"
Deshan did not choose to escape back to the hinterland of Xixia, but rushed to Chiyan Temple.
He wanted to gain a foothold in Chiyan Temple, then ask Shi Le to send troops for reinforcements, and then recapture Zhenguo Temple.
"Walk!"
Deshan made a decision and immediately led his troops to rush to Chiyan Temple.
Deshan, Fuhui, Juekong, Guangxiang and Ma Xing led their troops and horses in a panic and ran towards the Chiyan Temple.
After rushing west for several miles, it was getting brighter.
The thin morning mist in early spring hung in the air like spider silk with the morning wind, and Deshan ran wildly in the mist.
Suddenly, another group of people appeared in front.
Ma Xing thought it was another defeated army retreating from Zhenguo Temple, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
Next to her, Fu Hui's face suddenly changed, and her voice trembled as she shouted: "Be careful, Long Cheng'en is here!"
Through the thin mist, Deshan saw a horse protruding from the white mist. On the horse's back was a warrior wearing a blue dragon armor. He held a black sword in his hand and was covered in blood. His appearance looked very strange.
Terrifying and terrifying.
"Long Chengen!"
Deshan felt cold all over and felt fear deep in his heart.
"Abbott, there are too many of us, kill him!"
Iron Harrier Ma Xing was also shocked when he saw Long Chen's appearance.
However, he quickly came to his senses, and the anger in his heart exceeded the fear.
Deshan looked around and saw that there were indeed many people on his side.
Long Chen was a Martial Emperor, and his Deshan was also a Martial Emperor. Plus Fu Hui, Juekong, Guang Xiang, and Ma Xing were four people attacking one person, and he had the upper hand.
"kill!"
Deshan roared angrily and charged forward with his big sword. Ma Xing hung his spear on his horse, picked up a hard bow, and shot two arrows at Long Chen.
Juekong and Guangxiang rushed forward when they saw Deshan. They followed closely behind and rushed forward together to kill.
On the contrary, Fu Hui was more cautious. He saw the terror of Long Chen in Zhenguo Temple, so he took a step slower and looked at the situation first.
If Deshan really prevails, it won't be too late for him to join.
If you say Deshan can't be defeated, then be ready to run away at any time.
Deshan led his troops, several generals, and the generals, commanders, monks and officers behind him to charge and kill them.
On the opposite side, Long Chen rushed out of the mist, followed by Ye Chang and three hundred infantrymen.
These people's fighting ability on horseback is not very strong, and Long Chen knows this very well.
The sound of the Long family's army chasing and killing could be heard in the distance. What Long Chen wanted to do was not to intercept Deshan's army and fight.
But...
Long Chen held a black sword and rushed towards Deshan.
The sound of horse hooves was rapid, like heavy rain hitting the ground.
Under the dragon's hood, Long Chen's eyes were cold. The black sword cut through the mist like white gauze, and Deshan quickly arrived in front of him.
Deshan was the leader, followed by Juekong and Guangxiang, followed by Ma Xing, followed by monks and generals.
call out!
A sharp whistling sound came, and Long Chen suddenly exerted his strength and jumped up. The horse that sat down could not bear the force, and the horse's back was instantly crushed and fell to the ground.
Long Chen jumped forward, dodged two cold arrows, and pointed the black sword directly at Deshan.
Seeing Long Chen flying towards him, Deshan became furious and slashed at the black sword with the big knife in his hand.
Long Chen was half a meter away from Deshan when he suddenly slashed down with his sword.
Deshan's sword struck the air. He felt very strange, why did Long Chen swing his sword into the air?
Did Long Chen miscalculate the distance?
It's impossible. With Long Chen's cultivation, it's impossible to fail.
Juekong and Guangxiang beside them were equally surprised, and then became ecstatic.
Juekong rushed over on horseback and stabbed Long Chen with the spear in his hand.
A person who can even swing a sword wrong can be a master in vain.
That's what Juekong thought.
Guang Xiang, who was next to him, also felt that Long Chen had missed and this was the best time to kill him.
Carrying big swords, Guang Xiang and Juekong besieged Long Chen together.
He did not feel it was a pity that two cold arrows led by Tie Yaozi and Ma Xing failed.
Cold arrows are just a matter of luck, if you can hit the target, it's the best, if you can't, it doesn't matter.
The purpose of firing cold arrows is to create an opportunity to kill, and this purpose has been achieved.
Juekong rushed towards Long Chen, thrust out the spear violently, Long Chen's eyes were cold, he cut off the spear with a backhand sword, stepped on the head of Deshan's horse, and then chopped Juekong off the horse with a backhand sword.
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