At this moment, I heard the sound of dog barking below, and there was a chaotic chaos below, and there were constant screams of soldiers and curses in Tibetan language.

As soon as he heard this, he knew it was the little black dog! Yang Qiuchi was overjoyed. Under the attack of the little black dog, there were obviously fewer rockets shot up.

The little black dog is not easy to attract the attention of Jianwen's remaining party, so it was the first to follow Yang Qiuchi's smell and rushed up. As soon as he saw the blazing fire on the golden top, many monks and archers were still shooting arrows. The puppy was very spiritual, so he knew that the owner was not good, so he ran around among the monks and was looking for monks who shot rockets to bite it.

The square was full of monk soldiers. The little black dog was small and smart. He ran away after biting it. For a time, the monk soldiers and archers were bitten countless times.

Qiangba chased the little black dog with a short sword, but it escaped cleverly. He screamed in anger and screamed a few times in Tibetan.

A monk soldier agreed and ran into the backyard. After a moment, a black shadow roared out of the backyard and rushed towards the little black dog.

The little black dog flashed by cleverly and found that it was a Tibetan mastiff, with a mighty figure, like a calf, and his cracked bloody mouth was enough to bite off his entire head in one bite.

The Tibetan mastiff failed to hit and turned around and bit it. The little black dog knew that he could not confront him head-on. He relied on his agile figure and kept dodging, but he had no time to bite the archers.

After the little black dog was entangled by the Tibetan mastiff, the archer freed up his hand and continued to shoot rockets at the golden top.

Yang Qiuchi's hat and clothes were lit up, and he was still trying hard to beat the flames.

At this time, there was another chaos below, and there was a shout of killing. I heard someone in the yard below shouting: "Sir! Where are you! We are here to kill. Where are you!"

It was Nangong Xiong! Yang Qiuchi was surprised and agreed loudly: "We are on top, and we should kill those bastards who shoot rockets, otherwise I will be burned to death!" He was screaming in his heart. He only came up to kill at this time, and he was playing with a thrilling situation.

However, he didn't know that there were four or five hundred Jianwen's remaining party blocking them in the middle of the mountain. Originally, Nangong Xiong and two hundred people were lying on the mountainside, waiting for Yang Qiuchi to set off fireworks, and then rushed up. Unexpectedly, Jianwen's remaining party had already defended this move, searched down, found them, and the two sides fought.

The remaining Jianwen party had to attack the dangerous defense, and the guards were at a disadvantage from bottom to top. So although the guards were all elites, on the one hand, the number of opponents was twice as large as the other, and on the other hand, they occupied the geographical advantage, which delayed so long.

The six personal guards including Nangong Xiong, Xu Shiling, Shi Qiujian were among the elites. Seeing that the enemy was prepared, they knew that Yang Qiuchi was in a bad situation, the six of them fought to the death and finally rushed to the top of the mountain first.

As soon as they reached the top of the mountain, they saw a fire ignited on the golden top of the temple. The monks and archers were still shooting rockets upwards. They guessed that Yang Qiuchi and the others were on the golden top, so they called Yang Jue Yen while shaking their bodies and trying hard to kill the archers.

Hearing the voice of Yang Qiuchi coming from the sea of ​​fire on the golden top, they were both happy and shocked. Mr. Yang was still alive, but it seemed that something was wrong, so he couldn't help but have red eyes and killed the archers.

Di Luo led disciples such as Qiangba to stop Nangong Xiong and others. After Nangong Xiong and Di Luo had a fight, they knew that they were not an opponent, and his main task now was to kill these archers and relieve the pressure from Yang Qiuchi and the others on the Golden Plate. So six people ran all over the field and killed the archers.

Unfortunately, there were many monk soldiers. There were also masters such as Di Luo and Qiangba intercepted them. Although many archers were killed, the other monk soldiers picked up the bows and arrows and continued to shoot. The rockets falling from the sky on the golden top of Yang Qiuchi did not decrease much.

At this moment, Yang Qiuchi was already in purgatory. He was surrounded by a sea of ​​burning fire and rolling smoke. He coughed violently while trying hard to slap the flames.

The crying of a baby came from the small room, so heart-wrenching. Liu Ruobing was vaguely heard crying: "Qiuchi~!", and Song Yuner's miserable scream: "Brother~!"

He turned around and could not see anything except the fire world. He could not even feel the pain when the flames burned on him. He was still thrusting the flames like crazy. He had only one belief in his heart. He must not let the flames burn to his beloved woman and the children who had just arrived in this world!

At this moment, he found that his eyes were white and his body was also light and he was already in a vast white world. He couldn't help but feel cold in his heart. After he finished, he must have died, just like last time, his soul left his body. Then he felt something was wrong. After the white thing was covered, his body was burning and his body suddenly decreased.

Hey! The flame on his arm met the white thing, and it sniffed, and it was extinguished, leaving only the blue smoke. He was stunned for a moment, raised his head and looked into the sky: "Hahaha..." Yang Qiuchi laughed wildly, "It's snowing-! God finally opened his eyes! Hahaha."

It was almost pressing into the depths of the haze above the head, and heavy snow floated out. The snow was rolling and falling down. The whole world

They were all shrouded in the heavy snow flying all over the sky.

The rocket burning on the golden top made a hissing sound among the snowflakes falling all over the sky, as if sighing helplessly. Then, the flames on the golden top changed from large to small, and then turned into wisps of blue smoke, disappearing into the hazy sky.

Yang Qiuchi coughed and laughed wildly, waving the official robe in his hand that was burned to the point where only half of it was left, and slamming the flames. At this time, he was jumping rather than trying out the fire, celebrating almost crazy about the escape from death. Because the heavy snow falling all over the sky quickly extinguished the wooden house and the sea of ​​fire on the golden roof.

At this time, Liu Ruobing's weak voice came from the wooden house: "Qiuchi~!"

Yang Qiuchi woke up from the madness, suddenly remembered his son, screamed in surprise, and was about to turn around and enter the wooden house, suddenly a flash of eyes came in, and a man jumped in from outside the wall.

This man was like a black bear, Di Diluo holding a pair of copper hammers in his hand. Yang Qiuchi was startled and exclaimed: "The big water tank is coming!"

It turned out that Di Luo's light skills were not very good. He chased him for a long time but failed to catch up with Nangong Xiong and the others. At this time, more than a dozen guards came up and rushed into the monk's soldiers. These were all carefully selected elites among the Jinyiwei and the big inner guards. They rushed around like tigers and wolves, invincible.

Seeing that Yang Qiuchi was slaughtering up the mountain, Di Luo was not sure what to do. At this time, heavy snow fell from the sky. When he saw the heavy snow, Di Luo kept complaining in his heart. He looked up and saw that the flames on the golden top were rapidly decreasing. He couldn't help but be anxious. He also knew the principle of capturing the king first, so he hung the iron hammer on his waist, hurriedly connected the broken ladder, put it on the side of the golden top, and quickly reached the golden top.

Di Luo went up to the golden top and saw Yang Qiuchi, whose clothes were burned with holes and still smoked, and said grimly: "Master Yang! Hehe, let the Buddha send you to the West!" He rushed over and grabbed Yang Qiuchi's head with a hand the size of a palm fan.

Di Luo came so fast that Yang Qiuchi had no time to draw his gun. Liu Ruobing's sword was thrown to the ground when he was extinguishing the fire, so he could only instinctively shrink back. Di Luo's big palm followed him.

Three willow leaves flying knives flew out of the wooden house, passing through the heavy snow of goose feathers falling from the sky, and shot directly into the three routes of Diluo like lightning!

These three flying swords were obviously shot by Liu Ruobing. In horror, Di Luo floated back and avoided the three flying swords. As he slowed down, Song Yuner had already flew out with a short sword in her hand and fought with Di Luo.

Di Luo's bronze hammer danced like a wheel, and Song Yun'er dared not fight him head-on, like a butterfly flying around Di Luo, circling the venue.

However, Song Yuner's martial arts skills were a little worse than Di Luo, and she was only able to avoid losing quickly because of her agility.

Yang Qiuchi had already drawn out the Type 77 pistol, but at this moment, Song Yuner had been entangled by a pair of copper hammers from Di Luo and could not let go. The two of them were intertwined quickly. Yang Qiuchi did not dare to shoot, for fear of hurting Song Yuner by accident.

Song Yuner was already struggling to hold on. When she was anxious, a black shadow flashed - the little black dog flew to the golden top!

In fact, the little black dog was thrown up. It turned out that when Nangong Xiong saw Di Luo climbing up the cloud ladder, he was about to catch up with the cloud ladder, but was stopped by Qiangba. The two fought fiercely, and the other monks wanted to follow the cloud ladder. In desperation, Shi Qiujian cut off the cloud ladder with a few palms.

Xu Shiling glanced at the little black dog fighting with the Tibetan mastiff, and then slashed coldly into half of the Tibetan mastiff's head with a knife. The little black dog ran to Xu Shiling, and was so tired that he kept breathing.

Xu Shiling saw Di Luo getting on the golden top, and was very anxious, but he couldn't help. He suddenly remembered that this little black dog was extremely powerful, no less than a martial arts master. He hugged it and threw it on the golden top, hoping that he could help Yang Qiuchi with his arm at the critical moment.

Di Luo was slightly surprised when he saw the little black dog flying up, but he didn't take it seriously and stepped up his attack on Song Yuner. He had already seen clearly that Liu Ruobing was weak after giving birth and was not afraid. As long as he killed the little girl in front of him, he could control the whole situation.

Just as he hit Song Yuner one after another, a sharp pain came from his ankle. He screamed and lowered his head, and saw a little black dog biting his hind ankle.

Di Luo roared and hit it with a hammer. He thought that he would definitely smash the little black dog into meat paste, but he didn't expect that the little black dog jumped away like lightning, and the hammer broke the air.

Just then, Yang Qiuchi shouted: "Yun'er lay down!"
Chapter completed!