The distance between the enemy and us was no more than thirty or forty meters.

The battle cries of the two sides merged into one in an instant.

The sound of "kill," like thunder rumbling and filled with the intent of iron and blood, echoed fiercely in the night sky.

The flashing of blades quickly turned into a rain of spraying blood.

After Xia Mengying's righteous aura suppressed the wizard's incantations, the twenty-eight iron guards advanced madly like tigers released from their cages.

The bravery and ferocity of the wizard's guards were also brought to the extreme in the battle.

The guards who were hit by steel blades, as long as they were injured, would desperately hug the iron guards, even if they could only hold the opponent's legs, they would not easily let go, until they breathed their last breath before allowing their opponents to move forward.

If it weren't for the elusive ghost guards constantly killing the injured enemies, Liangjie Tang would have to pay a price to move forward even a step.

Lao Liu had no interest in the bloody fight behind him, just smilingly shaking his fan, looking at Jiang Chuanbing.

Jiang Chuanbing exclaimed, "You... what are you looking at me for?"

Lao Liu said, "I'm waiting for you to speak!"

Jiang Chuanbing then calmed down: "Master Liu, although I am a junior, I have to comment on you."

"Your composure is just to preserve the last bit of face of a strategist. This is right, but also wrong!"

"In a sense, a strategist can lose everything, but not their demeanor."

"Losing composure in front of others is a truly crushing defeat."

"However..."

Jiang Chuanbing changed his tone and said, "To be not arrogant in victory, and to be calm in defeat, is the greatest demeanor of a strategist."

"Is it really that hard to admit defeat to my teacher?"

Lao Liu smiled and said, "But even now, I haven't seen where I lost."

Jiang Chuanbing snorted coldly: "It's a pity that my teacher regarded you as a confidant. It turns out that the divine strategist is just a sharp-tongued, sophistical villain."

"To tell you the truth, the Leigong Mountain scheme was to let Ling bring troops to reinforce."

"Li Po has lost his support and can only wait for death!"

"This is your incompetence!"

Lao Liu shook his fan and said, "Oh! What if Commander Ling doesn't come to reinforce?"

Jiang Chuanbing said, "If Ling doesn't come to reinforce, the two Di Xians (Earth Immortals) will definitely come to save you."

"If they're not here, who else can break through Yan Yu Lou (Misty Rain Pavilion)?"

"No matter who comes, Liangjie Tang will only have a dead end."

Not long after Jiang Chuanbing finished speaking, someone was heard howling from the foot of the mountain: "I raise my head to be proud of the heavens, and I stand on the ground as king. Di Xian, Wang Ming Gou Xiang Kai, is here."

"Di Xian, Teng She Bu You Ming is here!"

"Di Xian, Xia Xiaotian is here, those who do not retreat will be killed!"

After the three of them announced their names, earth-shattering cries of killing rang out from the foot of the mountain.

In just a moment, the sounds of fighting began to move rapidly towards the top of the mountain.

Jiang Chuanbing laughed and said, "Master Liu, do you see that? The Di Xians have come, and you will all be trapped to death on Leigong Mountain. Yan Yu Lou will become our hunting ground."

Lao Liu smiled calmly, without changing his expression: "As a senior, I have to teach you some things."

"The greatest sorrow for a strategist is not losing to an opponent, but being a chess piece and not knowing it."

"There should be poison in the pot of wine you just drank, right? How about lending it to me for a few sips?"

Jiang Chuanbing placed the wine pot on the table with a sneer: "This pot of wine is a poisonous wine that I brought with me specifically to save my face. If Master wants to drink, I will naturally not be stingy."

"This pot of wine can save the face of the divine strategist Lao Liu, it is worth the money."

Lao Liu didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in the other party's words. He poured the wine into a cup, drank three cups in a row, and then looked at Jiang Chuanbing again: "The wine is good wine, but it's a pity it can't poison me to death."

Jiang Chuanbing said, "Do you have a detoxification holy item on you?"

Jiang Chuanbing knew very well that after drinking this cup of wine, although the poisoned person would not die immediately, black air would definitely appear on their face. Lao Liu's expression remained unchanged, which could only mean that the poison in the wine had no effect on him.

Lao Liu smiled and said, "No, I didn't bring a detoxification holy item, but the Gu wine you gave me at the beginning worked."

"I have never met the Nine-Headed Demon Fox Yu Qingzhu, but to be regarded as a confidant by him is a great pleasure in life."

Lao Liu closed his fan and pointed the fan head at the wine glass on the table: "Doesn't the cup of wine you poured for me fit perfectly with an idiom?"

"Bei Gong She Ying (Suspicious of everything)!" (Literally: a bow reflected in a cup looks like a snake)

"Brother Yu is telling me not to be suspicious and guess wildly."

"All the words he told me through you were from the bottom of his heart, except for one sentence that was not true, and that is that he wants to retire from the Jianghu (Martial World)."

"Perhaps, Brother Yu has already had the idea of ​​retiring, but before the art is determined, it is not the time for him to return to the countryside and live a leisurely life."

"Brother Yu set up the game to protect Zhu Xiaoyu from leaving, and also to send the most important person to Leigong Mountain."

"Now, the Di Xian he needs to send has arrived."

"Brother Yu's plan needs someone to come and inform me, and this person must be someone who cannot return."

"You just happened to be the person he chose."

When Jiang Chuanbing heard this, he suddenly stood up and roared sharply: "I don't believe it!"