Chapter 247 The Four-way Cloud War Begins (asking for monthly votes) The red-robed man's sleeves flew up, and he fell between two rows of soldiers rushing into the yard. Then he took out the token, and his pair of bright eyes were like cold stars in the dark night. "Qingshan County, Lian Nishang!" "What happened?" He looked at the scene, his voice became deep and with a hint of indescribable sternness, and he quickly stepped forward to support Old Wu, who seemed to have been worn out by the wind in an instant. The leading captain saw his colleague, held his armrest, and raised his eyebrows angrily. "We received news yesterday that the mountain-killing army on the southern demon front was almost completely defeated, with heavy casualties. Lord Chen led his troops to counterattack and captured Weiyuan Pass in the southeast. He killed countless demons but was besieged by the Musashi monster. Lord Chen had extraordinary magical powers and entered the legendary Musashi realm. He fought desperately to kill two monsters and almost turned the tide, but..." The captain from the prefecture paused when he said this, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes filled with grief and indignation, "But, another great demon has descended upon the world!" As he spoke, he suddenly squeezed his hand, there was a loud bang, he clenched his fist, and then gritted his teeth. "When the brothers heard the news, they wanted to kill the general and were furious. They have already sent people to ask for permission to send troops out of the pass." The captain recounted the news he had received in a general manner in an excited tone, but did not tell the final outcome.
Lian Nishang tightly held the old man in front of her who was shaking violently, but she did not notice that her own body was also trembling slightly. She opened her mouth but remained silent for a while, suppressing some rising emotions and telling herself to stay calm. She still remembered what her brother said to her before he left with his troops. "Nichang wants to know my brother's final whereabouts!" She tried to remain calm, her cold star-like eyes fixed on the other person. The captain in front of him heard this and his expression changed drastically, but he finally sighed. "The news said that the master was besieged by a great demon and his Dharma image finally dissipated between heaven and earth. It is unknown whether he is alive or dead." "And the general asked me to come here to bring your personal belongings back to the government. The general has a magical power that can sense whether your master is still alive through the energy of these things. He wants to try to find your master." This person stated the purpose of his visit. As soon as these words came out, a trembling old voice sounded. "Come with me!" Old Wu spoke up, "You don't need to support an old man like me. God will help you, old man. I believe in him." As he spoke, he staggered towards the inner room. However, that hunched back would raise his hand from time to time to wipe his eyes. At about the same time, a piece of news quickly set off an uproar at Tianxiong Pass, the northernmost part of Jinguan City that connects to the Central Plains. In the past, Chen Yanwang, who had annihilated three families in Tianxiong Pass and killed many people, killed the great demon Musashi on the southern demon battlefield, and finally died on the battlefield under the siege of demons. As the news came out, the streets, alleys, bars and teahouses suddenly became lively. Some say that this Chen Yanwang has died on the battlefield, some say he is just missing, but based on the news, his chances of survival are slim. Some people marveled, Musashi! No one expected that this General would so quickly step into this field and become an unrivaled martial artist. It is a pity that such a brilliant general has fallen.
In the south of the city, there is a Tianxiang Tower, which is twenty-three stories high. In a room on the top floor, a woman from the Western Regions, wearing a golden gauze on her head and a belly-revealing gauze skirt, pushed open the door and walked in in a hurried voice. "Anar (honorific title)" At this moment, in the room filled with exotic aromas, an extremely beautiful and plump woman was sitting at the table, stirring the spoon with her bare hands, and the rich aroma exuded a strong essence. The woman was wearing a purple tube top decorated with gemstones and agates. She had eyes as deep blue as lake water, a high nose bridge, and curved eyebrows. On her forehead, there was a golden mark of a flying bird. Her jet-black curly hair fell to her waist like a waterfall. An Ge, the former Princess of Loulan, was holding a delicate white porcelain bowl, with a gentle and lazy glow on her face, and her figure seemed to be a lot fuller than before. When he saw someone rushing in, a trace of panic flashed across his brows, and then he quickly calmed down. When he saw the figure, his handsome and lazy brows frowned. "Miai, what's the matter? Why are you so flustered?" Miai was very surprised to see the princess cooking soup in the house again. Recently, the princess had been doing more and more strange things, which had never happened before. Moreover, the princess had changed recently. She seemed to have become a lot plumper, and her tone and expression when she spoke to people were also very strange. In the past, the princess was diligent in developing Tianxiang Tower and secretly accumulating strength, but recently she has become a lot lazier and often feels sleepy. Maybe others didn't notice it, but for her who had served the princess for many years, it was very obvious. But right now, she had something urgent to do, so she didn't think too much about it. "Anar, please forgive me. You asked me to find out the movements of the Lieutenant General of the Mountain-Cutting Army. I just received news that this Lieutenant General went south to fight against demons and died in Weiyuan Pass the night before yesterday!" As this sound fell, "crash" The small white porcelain bowl held by the former owner of the building, fell to the ground with a thud. The scalding hot soup splashed on the girl's fair feet, quickly burning them red. "Anar!" Miai exclaimed, walked over quickly, knelt on the ground, and spiritual light emerged from her hands to heal the princess. But Ange's blue eyes were blank for a moment, then he came to his senses, stretched out his hand to pull up Mi Ayi who was kneeling at his feet, and asked hurriedly, "How did he die?" "Anar" Miayi was pulled up suddenly with great force and cried out in pain. Then she saw the princess's expression change, which made her a little scared. "The news said that this Zhonglang general fought two Musashi monsters alone in order to protect his troops and retreat." Miai told what she had heard, and as she spoke, she couldn't help but feel sympathy and admiration for the murderer. For his comrades, he fought a bloody battle with the legendary great monster in Musashi. In the end, he broke through Musashi and killed the monster. However, there were too many terrifying monsters in that place. They appeared one after another and overwhelmed the General. Even though this General had targeted her at Tianxiong Pass because of something, which had frightened her terribly, when she talked about it now, she was suddenly not afraid anymore, and even felt a bit of complicated respect for him. As the remnants of a tribe that worships heroes, they are born to admire this kind of hero. Unfortunately, there is no such person to help them, and the dream of restoring the country is still a long way off. But why did the princess react so strongly? This General had done something disrespectful to the princess and forced her to dance for him. Miai stared at Ange nervously. Her beautiful blue eyes were now surging with mixed emotions, including hatred and some indescribable emotion. "Go down, I want to rest!" After a while, the princess of the fallen country calmed down her blue eyes, supported her head with her slender white fingers, and her voice seemed to become very tired. "Anar, are you okay?" Miai was a little flustered. As someone close to her, she saw many emotions in the princess's eyes that she had never seen before. "Go down, I'm fine."
"Yes!" Miai had no choice but to step back and close the door. After half an hour, Miai heard many voices in Tianxiang Tower. They said that now, because of the death of the Zhonglang General, many people were shocked and rushed to the battlefield. The entire Shu land and the terrifying demons that broke out of the Shiwan Mountains would have a terrible battle, and many people would die at that time. She suddenly felt a little uneasy and ran back to the room on the top floor, knocked on the door, and called out a few times in a low voice. "Anar" "Anar" Then the sound grew louder. But there was no response from inside the room. She pushed open the door and looked inside, but it was empty. The princess disappeared. Then, all the Hu people in Tianxiang Tower became anxious and looked for the whereabouts of the princess. A day passed, but Ange was still nowhere to be found. And at dusk that day, on the demon battlefield on the southern front. More than 4,000 miles to the south of Jinguan City, in the land outside the Sichuan Pass, the setting sun was as red as blood, and the scene was tragic. The people, like ants, were scattered across the land and mountains, crying, screaming, and fleeing. In the sky and on the ground, there are demons of various sizes and bodies, with hideous faces, screaming and roaring, shaking the heaven and earth; or they swoop down from the sky, stretch out their sharp claws, pierce the shoulders of the fleeing black shadows on the ground, grab them into the sky, and then open their sharp mouths to swallow the miserable human figures; or they leap and roar in the mountains and forests, a hundred meters in an instant, stirring up a fishy wind, and open their bloody mouths, and the sound of flesh being torn is extremely creepy. Among these fleeing figures, there were figures with armor stained with blood, shouting and yelling. Or he would draw his bow and shoot out a rune iron arrow, which would whistle through the air and smash the demons in the sky to pieces with a bang; Or it could be like a cannonball, going against the fleeing people, exploding beneath their feet, shooting through the forests and mountains, with blades flying, meeting a white-haired, striped tiger that had leaped down from a hilltop; Or, facing the roaring demons coming from all around, a tragic figure let out a loud roar, "Remember to burn more paper money for me, I'm leaving first." As soon as the words fell, the figure turned into a blazing fire and exploded, and the flames tore those demon shadows into pieces. These were the defeated soldiers from the front and the soldiers from the prefecture who had retreated to cover the retreat of the common people. However, the demons were aggressive and the scene was horrifying, and the fighting was extremely brutal. The overwhelming roar makes people despair. There is no escape. In this killing situation created by the great trend of heaven and earth, human life is truly as worthless as grass, and people die one after another. Ordinary people became food for the demons, and many soldiers or martial arts practitioners who fought bravely fell. Many people could no longer run and could only sit on the ground, hugging their escaped family members, crying, and watching in despair as the demons approached rapidly. Their huge and ferocious bodies fell in front of them, and their creepy pupils, ferocious fangs, and smelly saliva were terrifying. Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound in the distant land ahead. Under the setting sun, on the distant horizon, a yellow smoke spread horizontally for dozens of miles, rolling in, which was quite spectacular. In the rolling smoke and dust, one figure after another, some in fine clothes and riding horses, some rogue warriors, stirred the sky. "kill!"
The shouts of killing shook the sky and the heavens. Immediately afterwards, a streak of light was seen, covering the sky and heading towards the demonic shadows all over the mountain. Three thousand miles to the southeast, the setting sun is dyed red by the sunset glow. On a ruined pass covered with yellow sand, a long spear stands alone amid the curling smoke. Dozens of miles outside the city gate, rays of light appeared, and pairs of deep eyes looked at the spears standing proudly among the ruins! (End of this chapter)