: Extra three

In the southern part of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was silence in the mountains and suddenly a voice rang.
A large number of people, from the mountains and forests, all dressed in bright light, waist hanging Leiguang knife, look cold and murderous.
All the soldiers will have a good repair, and they are a group of people who are composed of self-cultivators and who are disciplined and have gone through battlefields.
Relatively advocating the freedom of self-cultivators, they can form a military-stricken force, and it is very rare in the entire Shenzhou Terran culture.
This is naturally the of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the world's famous martial arts army, at this moment they rushed out of the forest, in addition to the same, clearly escorted some other people.
These people look a lot more ordinary, there are men and women, old and young, there are practitioners, more mortal.
The self-cultivators in the captives were mostly wounded and their looks were languid, but although they fell into the enemy's hands, they all looked steadfastly. Their sights were swept away by escorting their own big Zhou soldiers. It was even more faintly revealing the hatred of the bones.
Their appearance is also very different from that of the Southern Zhou Dynasty or the Southern Xinjiang Barbarian. It looks more like a northerner.
The martial arts monk turned to look at the captives coldly: "If you want something that you know, you don't need your eyes. Now this looks like I want to take your eyes out first?"
One of the captives, who was obviously the leader, snorted but did not speak.
He himself is not afraid of the other party at all, and he has no intention of surviving.
However, with them being captured, there are old and weak women and children. The safety of these people, he has to consider, at this moment, the moment of arrogance, with the hard-pressed monks of the week, is likely to be implicated in the imprisonment of ordinary compatriots.
If the other party intends to use it as a shackle and force him to confess, he will decide not to compromise, but for now. There is no need to bring disaster.
The big man looked at the young people in the team and used his gaze to stop their impulses. The prisoners apparently did not misinterpret his meaning and looked at the elderly and children beside them. They are forced to hold on to hatred and anger, bow their heads, and no longer look at the big week monks.
Their home country was destroyed, drifting all the way, and escaping the pursuit. And continue to fight with the big Zhou monks, far more stable than their peers.
What's more, although unfortunately captured at the moment, it has not yet reached the time of despair.
Everyone is convinced that someone will save them from danger.
A couple is close together, with difficult mutual support, and the wife is careful to embrace a child. She does not care about herself, but she is afraid that someone will hurt her son.
It was a boy who looked like a tiger, and then he was in the mother's arms. Quietly asked: "Mother, will the Lord will come to save us?"
The woman whispered: "Don't be afraid of Xiaohuan, the Lord will definitely come back to save us."
Although the voices of the two people are light, how can they survive the people who have already practiced the temperament?
Hearing the conversation between the mother and the son, the monks of the great Zhoushen martial arts are smiling and laughing. They are using these prisoners as baits to catch bigger fish, otherwise they will be killed.
In the distant jungle, some people are watching their movements. However, it is only too far-fetched to ensure that it does not lose its whereabouts, but it is not close enough to avoid being discovered.
The young people clenched their teeth. He hammered the trunk next to him and crushed a sounding spar.
"They are going out soon."
On the other side of the sound spar, after listening to a black man, his gaze is also slightly condensed, and then he said: "Continue to stare, don't be reckless. Everything depends on the master's plan."
At the end of the contact, a scar on the face of the black man was slightly shaken, but still remained calm.
He turned and walked out of the woods, but he came to a cliff.
On the edge of the cliff, standing with a tall, long-haired man, a young man with a black face and a masculine look.
The man looked at the mountains in the distance, and the whole person seemed to be in harmony with the mountains. The tall body was like the peak of the sky.
His calmness is hard to find his heart, but at this moment, this mountain-like man, but vaguely revealing a bit of arrogance, with a touch of faint confusion, the mountain seems to be shaking at this moment.
But when I feel that someone is near the cliff, the confusion and suffocation on his body are completely gone, and it feels like it is just an illusion.
What appeared in front of others was still the stalwart body that used them to lift a sky and shelter from the wind and rain.
The black man with a knife and a face came to him and said softly: "The Lord, Zhou dog is holding our compatriots and going out immediately."
The black youth nodded and said calmly: "Notify Nanhua and Hongyan to prepare, we set off."
After all, take the first step, fly in the air, turn into a black stream of fire, fly to the distance.
On the same day, the Great Zhoushen Wujun, who used the prisoners and laid down traps, intended to wipe the snow.
However, under the leadership of the Lifeng Wind, the soldiers will be divided into two paths. Under the attack of imaginary and real, not only will they succeed in saving people, but they will also break out and let the leading martial arts generals who have led the troops lose their faces.
However, the Great Zhou Dynasty was a big force after all, and all the way to kill Zhang Lie and others, but also the Yuan Ying period monks.
Zhang Lie entrusted the people to Conan Hua, and retired to Kangze Daze in Conan Hua, and Zhang Lie himself stepped forward and led the chase.
In the ancient area of ​​Daze, the snow wind will temporarily occupy a stronghold, and when they barely settle down, they are anxiously waiting for Zhang Lie’s news.
A white robe man, at this moment, became the backbone of everyone. He looked at the black robe with a knife on his face: "Can the logo be left?"
The black robe sighed and was worried: "Mr. Kang rest assured, I have stayed."
The man in white robe was Kang Nanhua. He nodded in words. Among the people on the scene, only his heart was stable. On his side, there was a girl in red, and the whole person seemed to be surrounded by flames.
The whole body is red-red, the red riding boots, the red cloak, the red hair of the same burning flame, and the flames that are beating in the eyes.
At the moment, she seems a little anxious, but it is like a fiery fire.
The black robe dahan glanced at her and shook his head: "Red inflammation, don't want to move, believe in the Lord."
The face of the facial features still looks a bit tender, not completely open, but the childish but completely faded girl, close to the lips: "I know."
Just then, a shout came from outside: "The Lord is back! The Lord is back!"
The red girl screamed with surprise, and then couldn’t hold it, and flew out to meet, Kang Nanhua and the black robe, and his face was full of joy and went out together.
Soon, I saw Zhang Lie coming face to face, a black body loaded, dyed with blood, pale face like paper, but the back is quite straight, the face is firm and calm, not the slightest strange.
Seeing him, the mood of the people in the room immediately calmed down.
Kang Nanhua smiled slightly: "I went outside to see." It was not a letter but Zhang Lie, but Zhang Lie at the moment was obviously seriously injured. If he was caught up by a strong enemy, he could hardly find it.
Conan Hongfeng will do his best to do the best.
Zhang Lie obviously understands this, but Kang Nanhua does not say that he will take the initiative to ask for it and immediately nod: "There is work."
Then he turned to look at the red girl who came to his side and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I am back."
Yue Hongyan licked her lips and nodded. "We have a big dog. We may have to transfer later. Let's take a rest soon. Mr. Kang is on a tour, I will protect the law."
Since childhood, he has fled and fled, and he has grown up in blood and fire, making Yue Hongyan the moment. If you say it, it will be related to the current situation.
But the flames in her eyes are clearly extinguished at this moment, and the rare gentleness is like water.
Zhang Lie was warm and smiled and nodded: "Reassured, the injury is heavy, but it is not fatal. Although it takes time to recover, it is not impossible to think about it, nor to retreat. It can be transferred at any time."
"The Lord!" A little boy rushed to Zhang Lie and rushed into his arms, causing the woman behind him to be mad: "You are a little monkey, be careful! The Lord is injured, you don't Make trouble with him!"
Xiao Huanzi was stunned by his mother and suddenly became scared. Zhang Lie smiled and waved at the woman: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
He looked at the little boy in his arms and said, "I used to be wronged before, didn't you scare?"
Xiao Huanzi said loudly: "I was very scared, but the Lord and Red Yan sister, Mr. Kang, and everyone to save us, are not afraid!"
"I want to grow up quickly, learn the skills, and then like the red-sister sister, play the dog behind the club, protect the sorrow, the mother and everyone!"
Everyone heard the words and laughed. Zhang Lie flexed his finger to play the head of Xiao Huanzi: "Okay! Your age is almost the same. Waiting for this wave, I personally pass you the Tao!"
Xiao Huanzi cheered up and danced. His mother also thanked Zhang Lie for his voice. He thanked him for his help, and Xie Zhanglie was willing to accept Xiao Huanzi as a disciple.
After everyone saw the ceremony, Zhang Lie was injured in the body, and he was injured inside.
He turned his head to look at Yue Hongyan who was behind him and said softly: "This treatment does not require retreat and can be transferred at any time, but after the stability is settled, I will retreat to the situation of Yuan Ying."
"The enemy is big, we must constantly blame ourselves."
Yue Hongyan nodded hard: "I understand!"
Into a simple clean room, Zhang Lie sat down with his knees, Yue Hongyan was outside to protect him, and there was only one person left in the clean room.
The room was quiet, and after a long time, a sigh of sigh suddenly sounded.
The straight back, this moment seems to be overwhelmed, and the vagueness is slightly curved.
Zhang Lie opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer determined, and many other things were mixed.
In his mind, he could not help but face the scenes of many big Zhou Dynasty dynasty strongmen. This time, he can successfully break through the pursuit of the soldiers and come back alive. In fact, it depends on luck.
But good luck will not be repeated again and again.
What's more, other people don't know how he knows at the moment that the enemy is strong?
The enemies now facing the enemies, for the enemy, even the nine cows and one hair are not ah...
Next time, how to be good, such a day, where is the end, where is the hope? (To be continued.)
Ps: Happy New Year!
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