Author: Yao Jishan

The mountain road is quiet and the autumn rain is continuous.

Rivers of blood were carried down the gentle slopes by the rain. The soil and rocks turned into blood and were gradually washed away by the rain.

Yu Wenhong took out a white towel from his arms and carefully wiped the remaining blood on the sword. The string that had been tense in his heart finally relaxed a little.

Almost all of them were killed.

At this moment, except for a few of them and the carriage, there was no one alive on the mountain road. The only thing left now was that thing.

Yu Wenhong breathed a sigh of relief silently, handed the sword to his left hand, and looked back.

More than a hundred steps behind him, large pieces of broken stone were stacked up, and uprooted trees fell across the road, sealing the mountain road tightly.

As a result, even if there are still people who want to use Cangyan Mountain to make a detour, they will not be able to do so without spending a few days first to remove these obstacles.

There is indeed some skill in the mechanism of Tianji Sect, and it is really worth the effort and face he put in to find this group of experts who have never seen the beginning or end of the dragon.

Their martial arts skills are ordinary, but they are very good at creating things to take advantage of the situation and setting up mechanisms. They can sink several feet into the ground silently and create a pit.

Go and save yourself the worries of this interception.

It will be rainy this autumn. As long as it rains a few times, the traces and bloodstains of the fight will be washed away. Even if someone comes to check afterwards, it will be a long time later. How many useful things can be found by then?

Yu Wenhong's eyes were calm, he swept his sleeves, jumped up on a protruding boulder, glanced around from a high position, and immediately opened his lips and said:

"Make more cuts and leave no whole corpse." His voice was not loud, but he was sent far away by his internal force. The five Hejian tigers scattered in various places on the mountain road immediately agreed.

At this time, they were following Yu Wenhong's order, cutting off the heads of the corpses one by one, in order to kill them all.

It's a pity that "Little Blue Dragon Sword" Ding Lei was a little troublesome, but he managed to run away.

Yu Wenhong thought nonchalantly.

The so-called tricky here is just "a little bit".

This continuous autumn rain coincided with the sword meaning of the word "smoke" in the "Misty Rain Sword Technique", and the "Canglong Sword Technique" was suppressed to death, making it difficult to use.

At this moment, the "flying smoke" in Yu Wenhong's palm was still vibrating. Under the dim skylight, the sword was as bright as water and as bright as the heart.

There are thousands of martial arts in the martial arts world. "Righteousness" can lead to enlightenment, but "unrighteousness" can't lead to enlightenment.

This killing started with ruthlessness and ended with the end of righteousness. Yu Wenhong felt that his mind was clear, and there were faint signs of a breakthrough in the barrier that had blocked him for several years.

The Tao is the Tao, there are only strong and weak, there is no distinction between good and evil. Anyone who blocks my way, I will just cut it off with one sword.

Yu Wenhong's heart was as calm as water, and his face was calm. He did not imitate Monk Tan, who pretended to be compassionate and called out the Buddha's name, and then sighed "poor".

If you kill, kill.

From the moment he received the news, he only wanted to fulfill his promise and nothing else. This is what the saying goes without regrets.

However, his sword intent had not yet reached the advanced level, so Ding Lei was not killed on the spot. Instead, he escaped up the mountain dragging his seriously injured body. Now Monk Tan is chasing him with several good players.

In this heavy rain deep in the mountains, a seriously injured person couldn't run far at all, not to mention that Monk Tan was a good tracker. He was the one who previously found out the whereabouts of Iron Palm Sun Tong.

"Boss, the heads have been chopped off. Do you want to search the cages first?"

A voice came, but it was Zhang Shi who came over with a knife.

Blood was dripping from the tip of his knife, but he didn't care. He only looked up at Yu Wenhong, with a fawning smile on his blood-stained face.

These days, the Five Tigers in Hejian have been very obedient, probably because they were frightened by the demon girl Guan Guan, and they dare not make any mistakes in front of a master like Yu Wenhong.

Yu Wenhong nodded slightly: "Be more careful."

Zhang Dada hurriedly agreed, turned back to the road, pursed his lips and whistled.

His younger brothers immediately responded to the call. While Zhang Da wiped the blood on his face, he ordered: "Second brother and I will go to the front to search for boxes and cages. Third child, you guys will go search the load at the back."

After saying this, he suddenly felt something was wrong, turned his head and looked aside: "Where are the three old people?"

There were only four people gathered here, but Zhang San was nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Dadai stood there for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses. He was so angry that he cursed: "It's true that a dog can't change its habit of eating shit!"

Needless to say, Zhang San must have run to the carriage behind.

There were only the mother and daughter of the Cheng family and a maidservant in the car. They were both women and children who had no power to tie a chicken. And because they were kept in the car all the time, and there was a very thick rain felt covering the outside, so everyone was at a loss for a while.

He has not yet freed up his hands to kill.

After all, compared to the three weak women of the master and servant, the bodyguards and escorts are the first to be killed. In addition, the porters, servants and even servant women are also more agile and powerful than these three women, and they also need to be killed.

Get rid of them as soon as possible, and it is said that the mother and daughter of the Cheng family are both sick. Their bodies were damaged by illness in their early years, and they were soaked in medicine jars. They are all delicate and frail, so it is never too late to kill them.

Therefore, the carriage is still parked on the side of the road intact, unscathed, and the sound of the horse snoring can be heard quite clearly in the rain. The people in the carriage seem to have fainted from fright, except for the faint sound of breathing.

There was no further movement.

"Third brother, get back here!" Zhang Da shouted angrily while striding across the mountain road.

The place where he greeted everyone happened to be at the corner of the mountain road.

When Yu Wenhong decided to attack here, he took a fancy to this crescent-shaped curve. When the convoy passed here, it was naturally cut into two parts by the corner, making it difficult to look after each other. If he attacked halfway, he would definitely succeed.

Just a moment ago, the Five Tigers from Hejian came up from behind to cover up the enemy. Although Ding Lei and others who were walking in front heard the movement, they were rejected by Yu Wenhong with one sword and one man. They were unable to save him. In addition, Monk Tan led the crowd to stop them

In the front team, the escorts from the Zhenbei Escort Bureau quickly started fighting on their own and were defeated one by one. In the end, only Ding Lei escaped.

"Lao San, what are you doing?" Zhang Da cursed again and quickly turned around the intersection. At a glance, he saw Zhang San leaning half of his body into the car, and a woman's cry could be faintly heard from inside.

Zhang Da looked back subconsciously.

Yu Wenhong held his sword with one hand, standing independently on the boulder, with a stern face.

Since he was at a high place, he could clearly see that Zhang San just sneaked up to the carriage with a lustful look on his face, pulled off the rain felt, and got into the door.

It seemed that the mangy tiger had completely forgotten the pain of gouging out his eyes.

Yu Wenhong felt extremely shameless, but he did not say anything to stop him. He only raised his chin towards Zhang Da and told him to look at his feet.

Zhang Dashi looked down and couldn't help but secretly cursed "bad luck".
Chapter completed!