Han Feng hurriedly stepped forward anxiously on the battlements and shouted down, "Miss Lihua!"

Fan Lihua, who stepped on the surface of the Hanjiang River, gritted her teeth and frowned, and showed a look of pain, was trembling all over her body, and the water surface under her feet also rippled and ripples.

Listening to Li Luanhu's cold confident voice, he looked up at Fan Lihua with beautiful eyes and looked at him coldly. He flew up and landed on Hanjiang Pass.

"Miss Lihua!" Han Feng hurriedly reached out and held Fan Lihua who was staggering and falling down.

The cold sweat on his forehead was filled with the cold sweat. Fan Lihua took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice: "Please send me back! Han Feng, strictly guard the city of Guancheng, no matter how the Tang army provoked, don't go to war. If there is any change, please inform me in time."

"Yes, Miss Lihua!" Han Feng responded respectfully and then hurried nervously: "Miss Lihua, you..."

Before Fan Lihua could respond, Aying had already flashed to Fan Lihua's side: "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay! Help me back first!" Fan Lihua, who shook her head lightly, her voice was already a little weak, and her face was pale without a trace of blood.

Seeing this, Aying, who did not dare to neglect, hurriedly leaned over and carried Fan Lihua on her back and hurriedly heading into the pass.

"Go quickly notify my father and the eldest young master!" Han Feng, who was frowning, hurriedly ordered the personal soldiers beside him.

The personal soldiers responded respectfully and left in a hurry.

"Bastard!" Han Feng, who had gritted his teeth and looked ugly, couldn't help but punch the battlement.

Outside the city, Li Luanhu looked at Hanjiang Pass with a sneer on his face, and there was an inexplicable smell in his eyes.

General Wang and three Tang generals behind him were verbal wars one after another, and the full sense of provocation. Han Feng was so angry that he gritted his teeth and almost couldn't help but feel angry and led his troops out directly.

After showing off his might outside Hanjiang Pass for a long time, with Li Luanhu's order, the Tang army, with a strong momentum, slowly left Hanjiang Pass and returned to the Tang army camp.

...

In the Tang army camp, in the central army commander's tent, listening to the scout's report. Xue Dingshan, who was sitting on the commander's seat holding a book, couldn't help but stand up and said in a dismay: "What? Li Luanhu seriously injured Fan Lihua? The hidden weapon used?"

"Yes, Marshal! Judging from General Li's words, the Soul-Devouring Golden Needle seems to be very powerful. Fan Lihua no longer has the power to fight again and returns to Hanjiang Guanzhong," the scout replied respectfully.

Xue Dingshan, who had a change in expression after pressing his hand, took a deep breath to calm himself down slightly. He closed his eyes slightly and waved his hand and ordered: "Get back!"

"Yes!" The scout respectfully withdrew from the handsome tent.

After the scout left the handsome tent, Xue Dingshan sat on the handsome throne with some weakness, frowned and murmured to himself with a worried look: "Lihua, how are you?"

Xue Dingshan sat in the commander's tent with anxiety and worry for a while, and suddenly the respectful report from his personal soldiers came from outside: "Report to Marshal, General Li will be victorious and return to the camp!"

"Li Luanhu!" He gritted his teeth and shouted this name with his hands tightly. Xue Dingshan, with an ugly face, said in a deep voice: "I am the handsome man. Let Li Luanhu come to see me."

"Yes, Marshal!" The respectful response of personal soldiers and the hurried footsteps gradually drifted away came from outside.

Soon, Li Luanhu, who was dressed in military uniform and full of energy, walked in like a dragon and tiger, and bowed to Xue Dingshan, who was sitting upright on the commander's throne and smiled casually: "I will meet the marshal!"

"No wonder General Li was so confident before. It turned out that it was useless to have treasures!" Xue Dingshan narrowed his eyes lightly at Li Luanhu and said calmly: "Before, General Li has been hiding his weakness. I wonder what the purpose is?"

Li Luanhu smiled calmly and said, "Marcedes-Master, the last general has no chance to take action before."

"Is that true?" Xue Dingshan asked without comment, "What about the situation today?"

When Li Luanhu heard this, his smile became stronger and he looked at Xue Dingshan with deep eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Today, in front of the formation, the generals fought fiercely with Fan Lihua for a long time but failed to win, but he had no choice but to sacrifice the soul-devouring golden needle given by the monk. Fan Lihua was caught off guard and was hit with five needles."

"Soul-Devouring Golden Needle?" Xue Dingshan frowned.

Li Luanhu nodded and smiled, "No, right! This soul-devouring golden needle has the effect of attacking the soul spirit and is highly poisonous. If he only won one, with Fan Lihua's cultivation level, he might be able to save his life. If he got two or three, he would be unable to resist it. If he got five, he would poison the soul of the five internal organs. Even if the god Daluo came, he would not be able to save her. Moreover, after the poisoning, she would be in great pain, and she might not be able to survive tonight."

Cry... Xue Dingshan, whose hands were clenched and his fists were trembling slightly, couldn't help but stand up and grit his teeth with red eyes, looking at Li Luanhu with gritted teeth and hissing: "Li Luanhu!"

"The Marshal doesn't have to be so excited! Even if Fan Lihua dies, it will not be easy to break the Hanjiang Pass. What's more, if someone can use the fire of the Sun to help Fan Lihua before midnight, she might be able to force out five soul-devouring golden needles and survive by chance." Li Luanhu, who said with a faint smile, immediately bowed to Xue Dingshan and said, "If the Marshal has no other instructions, he will surrender first."

Seeing Li Luanhu turning around and leaving with a smile on his face, he took a deep breath and pressed the anger in his heart. Xue Dingshan, whose face changed slightly, couldn't help but flicker and murmured to himself: "The Fire of the Sun?"

...

At night, at the Tang army camp, the central army commander's tent, Xue Jinlian glared at Xue Dingshan: "Brother, you called me here so late to ask me to help you save Fan Lihua? Are you wrong? Fan Lihua...."

"Jinlian, I must save her!" Xue Dingshan interrupted Xue Jinlian and said firmly.

"Sure?" Xue Jinlian shook her head and smiled, couldn't help but say, "Brother, you have to go to Hanjiang Pass in person because of Li Luanhu's words? Not to mention whether you can enter the Hanjiang Pass outside, even if you can, do you know what the consequences will be if someone finds out that you go to Hanjiang Pass to save Fan Lihua at night? Brother, Li Luanhu's obvious plot is that he knows it is a trap. You have to jump in with a scrupulous attitude?"

Xue Dingshan's complex expression was slightly silent, and then said, "Yes! Even if I know it's a trap, I will jump in. Otherwise, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

"Jinlian, brother, please help me once!" Xue Dingshan pressed his hands on Xue Jinlian's shoulders and begged.

Facing Xue Dingshan's firm gaze, Xue Jinlian shook her head slightly and took a step back: "You are crazy!"

"I'm going to tell my father that he won't allow you to do anything randomly," Xue Jinlian said, turning around and preparing to leave.

"Jinlian!" Xue Dingshan suddenly stepped forward and knelt down. Looking at Xue Jinlian who was pausing, "Brother, please."

Xue Jinlian, whose beautiful eyes were red, had a change in her pretty face, and her lips were pursed tightly with her jade hands.

"Jinlian. Help your brother once!" A gentle and pleasant voice sounded, and Dou Xiantong walked into the handsome tent.

Xue Dingshan was slightly stunned when he saw Dou Xiantong, and then he whispered in shame: "Fairy Child!"

Dou Xiantong didn't say much. He just stepped forward and gently helped Xue Dingshan up.

"Sister-in-law, are you crazy?" Xue Jinlian turned around and looked at Dou Xiantong with her beautiful eyebrows frowned.

Dou Xiantong looked at Xue Jinlian with a calm expression: "Miss Fan has helped us. Now she is in danger of her life, so we cannot sit idly by. Moreover, although she is an enemy of us, it is understandable. Her feelings are pitiful and will not be a death sentence."

"I can't do it!" Xue Jinlian was stunned for a moment when she heard this. Her expression changed slightly and she shook her head.

Dou Xiantong, who nodded gently and said nothing more, turned to Xue Dingshan: "Dingshan. I'll go with you!"

"Okay! I'm afraid of you! I'll go with you, okay?" Xue Jinlian glared at Dou Xiantong and Xue Dingshan helplessly, then waved his hand to remove the golden flame and golden lotus. The golden flame light instantly enveloped the three of them. Then the light flashed and the three of them disappeared.

The next moment, outside the handsome tent, the figures of the three suddenly appeared.

"Hmm?" Xue Jinlian's face changed immediately.

Xue Dingshan and Dou Xiantong were stunned for a moment, and were about to speak when they heard a clear and smiling voice: "Marson, is it so late, do you still have to go out?"

"Li Luanhu?" Looking at Li Luanhu who was following a group of Tang army generals with a smile, Xue Dingshan couldn't help but frown.

Dou Xiantong smiled calmly with a slightly beautiful eyes: "Aren't General Li celebrating the merits with all the generals?"

"Yes! Unfortunately, there is no marshal in the celebration banquet, so it's a boring thing for brothers!" Li Luanhu said with a smile.

Dou Xiantong frowned slightly when she heard this, and looked at Xue Jinlian, and for a moment she was a little confused about what to say.

Xue Dingshan was silent and stared at Li Luanhu like this, with a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

The atmosphere became a little weird for a moment, and a gentle and old voice sounded with a hint of coughing: "Cough... so late, I don't rest, why are you doing here?"

"Military Xu!" Li Luanhu, whose eyes narrowed slightly, turned his head to look at Xue Rengui who was walking not far away. Xu Maogong and Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but hurried forward and bowed: "I'll wait to invite the marshal to have a glass of celebration wine."

Xu Maogong nodded calmly without commenting, "It's so late, I should have drunk the celebration wine. Hanjiang Pass has not yet been captured! Tomorrow, can you all get up one by one?"

"What Mr. Xu taught me is that I will end the celebration banquet and return to the camp to rest," Li Luanhu, who had a smile on his face, immediately responded with a respectful look.

Nodded calmly, watching Li Luanhu leave with the generals, and turned to Xu Maogong of Xue Dingshan, and couldn't help but frown and shout in a deep voice: "Nonsense!"

"Mr. Xu!" Xue Dingshan, who saluted respectfully, did not dare to say anything more when facing Xu Maogong, who looked sternly.

Xue Rengui shook his head and sighed helplessly, saying directly: "Okay, it's cold outside. Military Secretary Xu, let's get in and talk!"

"Yes!" Xu Maogong, who responded slightly, entered the coach's tent first with Xue Rengui.

"You guys!" Cheng Yaojin pointed to Xue Dingshan and the other two, who showed helplessness, and said, he hurriedly followed.

Xue Dingshan and the other two were looking at each other, so they had to hurry and then enter the coach's tent.

...

In Hanjiang Pass, Fan Lihua's residence in Fan Mansion was filled with cold fog, and the terrible coldness made the whole bedroom look like an ice cellar.

In the cold fog, you can vaguely see Fan Lihua sitting cross-legged on the bed, trembling with a delicate body, and the three thousand black hairs fluttered without wind, vaguely with elite light, which turned out to be like frost.

Fan Lihua, who had a jade hand seal, had her magic power surging and restrained, and her face was sometimes pale and sometimes red.

I don’t know how long it took. Fan Lihua, who was suddenly shocked, shot out a dark golden needle from behind and shot into the wall beside her. Black air appeared, and soon a corrosive pit the size of a palm appeared on the wall.

Hesitate... Four sounds of breaking through the air sounded one after another, and four other soul-devouring golden needles shot out from Fan Lihua's body.

"Puff!" Fan Lihua, who trembled all over and vomited black blood, couldn't help but tilt her delicate body softly on the bed. She breathed a sigh of relief with a pale face, and her eyes were blurred and unconscious.

Time passed slowly, and there was a faint gray-white fluorescent flash in Fan Lihua's arms in a coma. A few lights slowly penetrated into her body, making her weak aura slowly become stable and strong.

After a while, Fan Lihua, whose beautiful eyebrows trembled slightly, opened her eyes lightly.

With his jade hand, he sat up on the bed. Fan Lihua, who had a slightly frown of eyebrows, reached out to wipe it out in her arms as if she was aware of it, and slowly took out a gray-white spirit bead, with her beautiful eyes flashing slightly as if she was thinking.

"Huh!" Fan Lihua, who breathed lightly, put away the spirit beads and formed seals with her hands and gently closed her eyes.

Soon, the cold fog in the bedroom seemed to be attracted to Fan Lihua.

Fan Lihua, who was sitting quietly and practicing, her body absorbed the cold mist formed by the cold energy like a bottomless pit. At the same time, thin streams of spiritual energy that wandered between heaven and earth also poured into Fan Lihua's body.

As time passed, as the darkness before dawn dissipated, the bedroom gradually became brighter.

"Huh?" Fan Lihua, who seemed to have some sense of frowning, quickly closed her eyes and opened her eyes lightly, recovering from some bloodshot face. She turned her beautiful eyes and glanced at the walls, beds, floors and wooden furniture in the bedroom, and quickly pinched the seal and showed a transparent rune that appeared and sank into the void.

In an instant, the void in the bedroom fluctuated slightly, and all traces of the corrosiveness of the Soul-Devouring Golden Needle disappeared.

"Lihua! Can I come in?" Almost as Fan Lihua finished doing this, the sound of a gentle knock on the door and a slightly weak voice came from outside.

Fan Lihua, who had stood up, walked out of the bedroom and opened the door.
To be continued...