The city gate of Hanyang Pass was crumbling under repeated bombings, and the torrential rain poured down, as if weeping for the imminent killing.

And Xuan Yinlan's three thousand soldiers who had already ambushed under the gate of Hanyang Pass rushed in with all their strength as if they had emerged from the ground.

The solid city wall could no longer be a protection, the soldiers in Hanyang Pass rushed out in a swarm to meet Beizhao's enemy army, and the two sides fought under the gate of Hanyang Pass.

The cold raindrops hit the ground, immediately washing out streaks of bright red and glaring blood.The damp and cold air couldn't dissipate, and waves of bloody air rose up, as if even the air had turned a faint red.

The sound of killing shook the sky, blood splashed everywhere, the cold light shone, and there were bursts of wailing.

In two lifetimes, Mu Jieyu had never experienced such a real and cruel scene. Watching from a distance, she was too shocked to move.

How can the Hanyangguan soldiers who have been hungry for a long time be the opponents of Beizhao's army?The battle was quickly defeated, and Beizhao's soldiers became more and more brave, almost forming a clear gap of one against five, so Beizhao's army quickly rushed into Hanyang Pass.

After the first batch of Beizhao army rushed into Hanyang Pass, Mu Jieyu finally woke up. Just as she was about to rush over, she felt a pain in her shoulder. She stared at Xuan Yinlan beside her and said coldly: "Untie my Acupoints!"

"Xiao Miner, don't be in a hurry." Xuan Yinlan stretched out her big palm and pulled Mu Jieyu into her arms, "If you want to enter the city, I will take you in personally." The woman in black said softly, "It's time for Chunyu Ao to attack with an army."

"Yes!" The woman behind him responded and stepped back immediately.

Soon, the heavy sound of horseshoes vibrated the ground and came powerfully.In Xuan Yinlan's arms, Mu Jieyu saw Chunyuao again, still so tall and majestic, but Mu Jieyu clearly saw that his amber pupils lacked a trace of spirit.

"What did you do to him?" Mu Jieyu glanced at Xuan Yinlan.

"What can I do to him?" Xuan Yinlan smiled, "He is a member of the southern Hokkien royal family. As far as Gu is concerned, I am nothing but a little trick in front of him. How can I do anything to him?"

"Hmph, is it a trivial skill to be able to develop 'Thousand Machines'?" Mu Jieyu snorted coldly.

Xuan Yinlan's purple eyes narrowed: "'Qianji', where do you know about 'Qianji'?"

"Yes..." Mu Jieyu was about to answer, but found that her mind was blank, and that inexplicable feeling reappeared. Ever since she woke up that time, there seemed to be a lot of things in her mind that she didn't know before, so She couldn't say how she could know that.

This feeling is very bad. Every time it happens, her brain hurts, but this time it is especially severe. She feels as if there is a blunt blade picking at every nerve of her brain, severing every nerve in her brain. After the nerve was stretched to the limit and then cut off, the pain made her brain buzz for a while.

"Girl, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Mu Jieyu's face turn pale for a moment, Xuan Yinlan immediately hugged her and asked nervously.

Mu Jieyu was sweating profusely from the pain, and he stretched out his hand to hold Xuan Yinlan's skirt tightly: "It hurts...it hurts..."

Gritting his teeth and squeezing out two words, Mu Jieyu fainted from the pain and fell into Xuan Yinlan's arms.

Xuan Yinlan threw away the umbrella in her hand, hugged Mu Jieyu horizontally, turned around and walked towards the Beizhao camp.

[The last time today is less and more late. The article must be completed before May, and the full text will never be less than a million words. 】

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