The sky was so sunny, and the golden sand on the desert floated a layer of light, glittering like water. The bottom of Luo Ye Mountain is gloomy, and the towering mountain blocks most of the sun and shelters the Turkic tribes in the distance.

Huo Linfeng is very familiar with this area. When he was seventeen years old, he led his troops to massacre the city, and he ran to this place.

This time, however, Huo Linfeng was not there, and the leader was Huo Zhao, the Marquis of Dingbei, and the black scarf on his arm fluttered along with the handsome flag. The barbarian's large army was dragged by Huo Jinghai, and Huo Zhao led a team of elite cavalry to drive Luo Ye Mountain and reached the bottom of the mountain.

This elite cavalry team is called "Yi Hao Jun", and each is equipped with narrow swords and silver spears, long and short weapons. As soon as Huo Zhao and his soldiers appeared, the Turkic tribe was shocked and rushed out of nearly a thousand warriors, all carrying bows and crossbows and quivers.

The barbarians are best at riding and archery, this divine arrow team quickly lined up, pulled the bows and loosened the strings, and all arrows were fired in unison at the foot of Luo Ye Mountain. The Yi Hui army was not at all chaotic. He flew off his horse and stood on an iron wall, with the good horse in the back and the flesh in the front, picking up a long spear to resist the flying arrows.

Huo Zhao took the lead by himself, and opened the way for dozens of steps, raising his morale.

Seeing that the opponent kept approaching, and the arrows were worn out a lot, the Divine Arrow team retreated, with two thousand soldiers behind. The Yi army attacked on horseback, and the two teams fought, charging into the battle and fighting fiercely in one place.

Huo Zhao held the long sword in his hand, and even licked his heart, the mane of the fierce horse was wet with the blood splashing. The barbarian was forced to retreat step by step, toward the northwest, inch by inch to the col of Luoye Mountain.

All the Turkic troops who came to defend against them all followed this route, which led the Yi army to gradually enter the terrain formation of Luoye Mountain.

This purpose is self-evident, Huo Zhao is naturally clear, but in order to force Qin Xun to show up, he can only pretend to be confused, go deep into the hinterland, and jump into the enemy's trap.

Along the way, the flesh is thin and the bones are combined, and the bottom of the mountain is full of corpses. Huo Zhao led his army to chase down to the depths of Luoye Mountain. With sharp eyes, he shouted: "Master Hou! In front!"

Huo Zhao stared at him and saw five thousand elite soldiers waiting in the distance.

Among the 5,000 elite soldiers, the barbarians accounted for most of them, and they were the essential troops guarding the tribe. The man in the lead was nearly fifty years old, with high cheekbones, pale skin, and looked mean and gloomy.

The Yi Hui army continued to move forward, and Huo Zhao waved his hand to stop when they were forty or fifty paces apart. The two armies faced each other. Huo Zhao held his head high, especially arrogant: "The Chi Na army is so invisible, I don't know how capable it is."

The leader smiled and said, "Naturally, he is not as brave as the Duke of Dingbei, pressing step by step, and can't wait to die."

Huo Zhao asked back: "Send death? Can't you die in your hands?" He stared at the man, like a snake hitting seven inches, "The supreme master in the rivers and lakes, this marquis only knows Duan Shenbi, and has never heard of 'Qin Xun'. name."

Qin Xun had turned against Duan Shenbi long ago. He hated Duan Shenbi the most in his life for pressing him on the head. Hearing this, his expression changed. He snorted coldly and said, "If it wasn't for Duan Shenbi leaving the customs a bit late, I wouldn't be free to go north and go around. Now I have the opportunity to compete with you Huo Zhao."

Huo Zhao said, "Chen Ruoyin's dog slaves are also worthy to compete with Ben Hou? You think it's a showdown, and Ben Hou is just used to suppress bandits, punish traitors, and beat dogs!"

Qin Xun was furious: "Today, I will take your life at the foot of Luo Ye Mountain, and then Leng Sang Mountain will have a decisive battle with Duan Shenbi. After that, there will be no one to fight against me in the rivers and lakes!"

Huo Zhao saw it, how can this wolf-hearted thing understand the safety of the people, how can he understand the family and the world, and only knows how to fight bravely and seek a false name.

He wanted to add fuel to the fire: "Today is your death day, and Luo Yeshan is your death. You lost in the hands of Duan Shenbi many years ago. I told you that you will never have a chance to win in this life, and you will die!"

The words pointed directly at the key points, Qin Xun seemed to be insane, flew off the horse's back, and attacked Huo Zhao while traveling in all directions. Seeing this, the army immediately roared loudly and started a mighty battle.

With an extremely harsh sound, Huo Zhao resisted Qin Xun's imposing move to fill his chest, and the two long swords met, bursting with scorching fire. Huo Zhao flew off his horse, the toe of his boot touched the ground, and the momentum of fighting with Qin Xun was like a dragon coming out of the mountain.

The whole area of ​​the mountain collapsed into a scuffle, and the ten thousand horses drew wild beasts to flee, disturbing the tranquility of the mountain. The three thousand Yi army was against the five thousand China army, and everyone was red-eyed, roaring, and turned into a wolf in the desert.

Huo Zhao and Qin Xun fought for nearly a hundred moves, either walking on the ground or clinging to the rocks, and the collision of the cold blades became hot. In addition to Qin Xun, Huo Zhao had to deal with the soldiers who rushed towards him.

With a loud bang, the "Dingbei Frightening Wind" swept away sand and rocks, and immediately raised the loess several feet high. In the haze, Qin Xun turned around and climbed the sky, hid himself cleanly, and said wildly: "Even if you are infinitely powerful, but I am the fastest traveler in the world, what can I do?"

After the smoke cleared, more than a dozen Turkic soldiers were shaken to pieces and fell to pieces on the gravel. Huo Zhao stared at Qin Xun, the other party was right, Shenlong could not catch up with Bafangyou invisible, and the distance of a long sword was enough for the other party to escape.

Suddenly, Huo Zhao shot again, and his blood-filled sleeves swelled with great momentum.

A gust of wind blew up in the desert, and within a moment, the body and blood were buried in the yellow sand, and nothing seemed to happen under Luo Ye. This bleak west wind went all the way south, blowing across the blue lake, Huo Jinghai was leading his troops to fight, and the corners of his clothes were gently blown.

Passing through the Dingbei army camp, rolling clouds, and finally blowing into the impregnable Saibei city.

Clouds covered it and the sky was a little overcast. Huo Linfeng came out of a certain alley. A small stone lion stood in front of a house. He sat on it, took off the water bag and took a few mouthfuls.

The subordinate reported: "General, all parts of the city have been guarded."

It has been half a month since the chaos was settled, and the fewer thieves left, the more difficult it would be to catch them. Every corner had to be detected, and many soldiers and horses were entangled. Huo Linfeng responded and wiped the water droplets from the corner of his mouth, frowning by the smell of blood on his hands.

He asked, "Where are the soldiers of the Hou residence?"

The subordinate replied: "The casualties have been buried, and the rest have returned to the palace one after another this morning."

Huo Linfeng nodded. After a while, two teams of people patrolled the street. It wasn't a long street. He suddenly remembered that when the flower-picking thief was captured in Xiganling, the disciples of Bufan Palace had formed a cloud formation, which was extremely fluid.

If we set up patrols, can we save a lot of manpower?

Huo Linfeng immediately ordered: "Call the Qi Ji of each team to gather, hurry up!"

After speaking, he looked up, and he caught a glimpse of a figure at the end of the street, jogging, the cloak kept swinging, the other party saw him when he was about ten steps away, he was stunned, and then ran towards him like he wanted to fly.

Huo Linfeng sat lazily on the stone lion, opened his arms, and caught it the moment Rong Luoyun rushed in front of him. This is a person with flesh and blood, with a warm energy and bright eyes, appearing alive in front of him.

Being in the same city but not seeing each other for half a month, Huo Linfeng restrained his emotions: "Why are you here?"

Rong Luoyun said, "The soldiers returned to the manor to take care of me, and I came out." He ran all the way, panting, "I miss you, and I couldn't help but come to the street to look for it..."

Huo Linfeng clamped Rong Luoyun's arm and looked at it carefully: "It's been really hard for half a month, you've lost weight."

Rong Luoyun opened his lips and closed them again, he was about to say this, but was snatched first. He reached out and put his hand on Huo Linfeng's shoulder, shook it, checked his chest, abdomen, shoulders and back to confirm that Huo Linfeng was not injured.

"Everything is fine in the mansion, and so is the wife," he said.

Huo Linfeng said, "Thanks to you, how can I thank you?"

Rong Luoyun replied in a low voice, "Why don't you say thank you to me?" In front of others, many words could not be expressed in his mouth, he raised his eyes and looked at Huo Linfeng, and before a moment, he staggered his eyes to avoid suspicion.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes, and saw Huo Linfeng's dirty hands, mottled with blood, stained with mud, and had not been cleaned for a few days. "I'll wipe it for you." He took out a handkerchief and wiped his hand, quietly scratching the palm of his hand with his fingertips.

Huo Linfeng was very itchy, from the lines on his palms to the top of his heart, he had to say something serious to suppress it. "It's too long here, I have to get out as soon as possible and go to Moshang." He said, "If you set up a cloud formation, will you get twice the result with half the effort?"

Rong Luoyun said, "Xingyun formation is a defensive formation. To catch rogue thieves, we must use flowing water formation."

He had been suffocating for half a month in the courtyard of the Hou Mansion, and ran out like a wild horse that had run away. When he saw his sweetheart, he did not want to go back. He took a half step closer and discussed it as usual: "I'll stay to help you set up the formation, okay?"

Huo Linfeng was about to nod his head when he saw Zhang Weiren galloping from a distance, in a hurry, something must have happened in Moshang.

"General!" Zhang Weiren pulled the reins and rushed to the front of Huo Linfeng and Rong Luoyun, "Master Hou led three thousand Yi troops to attack Luo Ye Mountain."

Huo Linfeng's veins burst: "What?!"

Zhang Weiren said: "The China army has a total of 5,000 people and is close to the Turkic tribe, and reinforcements from the Kipchak army have also arrived."

Huo Linfeng asked, "How about Lord Hou? Where is Qin Xun!"

Zhang Weiren said: "The Hou Ye and Qin Xun fought fiercely for several hours, and both sides were injured."

Huo Zhao had been fighting for half a month, and he had even fought against the Turkic army before facing China's army. However, Qin Xun had been recharging his energy, and the energy of the two must be very different. Moreover, the 3,000 Yi army was outnumbered by the enemy, and sooner or later, it would be at a disadvantage.

Huo Linfeng was worried, calmed down a little, and asked how many soldiers and horses he had available. Rong Luoyun listened on the side, and the situation was pressing, and he took the initiative to say: "You can leave half of the staff, and you can take the rest."

Huo Linfeng couldn't help but be startled, Rong Luoyun said, "I'm here to set up the flowing water formation, you can take your troops to Mount Luo Ye without any worries."

There was no time to say more at this point, Huo Linfeng held Rong Luoyun's hand tightly, instead of a thousand words. He turned on his horse, led the reins toward the city gate, and rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Rong Luoyun looked at the back, chased after a few steps, and shouted hoarsely: "—I'll wait for you to come back!"

At the foot of Luo Ye Mountain, there were corpses scattered all over the field as far as the eyes could see. The reinforcements from Kipchak had arrived, and the Yi army was facing the enemy at the moment. In the mountain pass, there was a constant roar, more and more people died, and thousands of war horses fell in a pool of blood.

Huo Zhao was struck by a sword in the back of his heart, his armor was split open, and a large stream of blood gushed out from the one-foot-long wound.

Under the cliff a few steps away, Qin Xun clutched his stomach and smiled wickedly: "Marquis Dingbei, how much strength do you have? Can you still use all your strength to use the Dingbei Frightening Wind?"

Huo Zhao could only feel the pungent taste in his throat, and when he moved his lips, blood slowly dripped down the corners of his mouth. He really doesn't have much energy, so it needs to be resolved as soon as possible. During this period of breathing, the tidal wave of elite soldiers from Kipchak surrounded him and rushed forward with their swords in hand.

Qin Xun let go of his hand, the wound in his abdomen continued to bleed, but fortunately no internal organs were injured. It was too late, but Huo Zhao was clearly trapped in the crowd, and in a flash, he flew under the cliff.

"Old man!" Qin Xun shouted furiously, taking the move slowly for a moment, Huo Zhao took the opportunity to deceive himself and approached. The armor rubbed against the robe, Qin Xun shouted, was locked by Huo Zhao's shoulders, and immediately threw the long sword out of his hand.

Huo Zhao also threw away the sword and fought close to each other. His moves were as fast as stars, and his palms hardly left Qin Xun's body. In this way, before the Bafang Youshi unfolded, the eagle's claws held the person firmly.

The two have already lost both sides, and now they are fighting with their bare hands under the cliff to no avail. The group of elite soldiers from Kipchak was about to chase after Huo Zhao. Hearing the footsteps, Huo Zhao gathered his energy in his dantian and slapped Qin Xun with an overwhelming slap.

Qin Xun raised his neck and roared angrily, hurriedly dodging, and his palm hit the cliff with all his strength. In an instant, this rocky mountain body shook, and countless rocks rolled down from the halfway up the mountain. The elite soldiers from Kipchak who were chasing couldn't escape, they were hit by stones and died in a terrible state.

Huo Zhao couldn't help trembling, and his palm with all his strength touched the injured area, and then he was paralyzed with distress, his muscles burst open, and a lot of blood spurted out. He tried to take a step, and his knees went limp, and he fell to his knees staggeringly on the ground. Raising his eyes, his eyes were frosty, and he saw Qin Xun walking towards him step by step with his sword raised.

When exhausted, the sun is still there, but people are on the verge of dusk.

Qin Xun, with a pale face, walked up to Huo Zhao and said, "Marquis Dingbei, you are useless."

The pain in the abdomen was unbearable, and his voice was a little empty: "But you are not at a loss. You can enjoy fame and fortune all your life, which is enough."

Huo Zhao said, "Kill you...I'm going to be happy..."

Qin Xun smiled and said, "Death is imminent, you can't even think about it!" He turned his wrist around the hilt of the sword, a cold light flashed, and the sharp thin blade cut off his head, "Suffer to die!"

A goshawk flew high in the sky, with a mournful cry, hovering in this side of the world. Huo Zhao bowed slightly, the blade slashed at the shoulder and neck, with a bang, the armor cracked and fell, and blood was dripping from his chest and back.

Qin Xun sneered: "There is so much blood, it's so red that it stings people's eyes."

Before the words could be finalized, Huo Zhao grabbed the long sword in his left hand and turned it away, and stood up quickly, the flesh on his shoulders turned over, and the meridians were injured between his neck, as if blood splashed half of his face.

At the moment when Qin Xun's defenses were slack, he rushed over, like a tiger hooking his fingers, and gave Qin Xun a hard blow with all his strength!

"Well!"

Qin Xun groaned hurriedly, his eyes widened, his pale face quickly turned gray, he lowered his head in disbelief, Huo Zhao's sharp claws pierced into the wound on his abdomen, penetrated deep into his stomach, and finally smashed it with an internal force. his internal organs.

His liver and intestines were broken, and blood flowed from his eyes, mouth, nose, ears, and seven orifices.

Huo Zhao said with difficulty: "hand, down, defeat, general."

Qin Xun gasped suddenly, and ended up in a dead end.

His palms were washed with blood, and Huo Zhao was shaking unbearably, supporting him not to let himself fall. The few remaining troops of Yi Hao kept shouting "Master Hou", the sound of the wind, the howling of goshawks, and the noise in his ears hitting his eardrums.

The surviving Chi Na army swung the sword to attack, and before his blood was exhausted, he used Qin Xun's sword to drain his qi and blood and finally caused Dingbei's shock. Between the lightning and flint, golden light burst out from the golden sands in the sky, and dozens of barbarian elite soldiers exploded in situ, and went to see Yan Luo together.

Huo Zhao's chest burst violently, his spine was broken, and he was about to drain his blood.

Suddenly, he heard a hoarse "father", it seemed that Huo Linfeng was calling him.

A group of men and horses rushed from the outside and rushed into the mountain pass. They were restrained by the wild situation of the liver and marrow on this side. Huo Linfeng almost fell off the horse's back and ran hurriedly towards Huo Zhao with red eyes.

"Father!"

Huo Linfeng shook his hands and caught Huo Zhao's fallen body: "Father, father..."

Huo Zhao couldn't speak at all, the frost in his eyes slowly faded away, and a feeling of tenderness filled his eyes. He moved his thin lips, but he couldn't make a sound. By the shape of his lips, he could tell that what he said was - Bicheng.

"Father..." Huo Linfeng whispered, "Father, father!"

His eyes were lightly closed, and Huo Zhao was no longer alive.

The soldiers shouted to shake the sky, and fell to their knees on the sand and stone. Huo Linfeng was silent, and a hot tear fell from his eyes. He's late, why not hurry up? Why not be faster? !

His father won and died.

Huo Linfeng hugged Huo Zhao and said dumbly, "Send the Marquis back to the camp."

The scorching sun is just in the sky, according to the last part of the return journey.

Huo Zhao, the Marquis of Dingbei, spent his whole life conquering the desert. Today, he led an army of 3,000 Yi subordinates, slaughtered more than 8,000 elite barbarians, and died in battle at the foot of Mount Luo Ye.

Before the famous general could see the white head, the goshawk went away and let out a whimper.