Author: Yao Jishan

It must be a good thing the third brother did!

"A dog thing that can't hold back the urine bubble!"

Zhang Da scolded and kicked the pile of corpses apart, grabbed the hair of the male corpse below with one hand and lifted it up, with a long sword across it.

"Brush--" The sword light flashed, and the headless corpse fell back to the ground, splashing a few blood flowers.

Zhang Da held the head and looked back, feeling familiar. He then remembered that this person was the manager of the Jiang family named Fusheng who was bribed by them.

In fact, Fusheng is no longer a servant of the Jiang family.

He was not a servant of the world, but was hired by the Jiang family. He had been in the Jiang family for almost twenty years.

Perhaps because he had been in the past for a long time, he gradually became thoughtful. The money he had passed was a little unclear. After Old Master Jiang noticed it, he remembered the old love and did not pursue it, so he transferred him to the side.

Unexpectedly, Fusheng became more and more powerful. The Jiang family is now in charge of the affairs of the old man, but Jiang's elder brother. He does not have the kindness of the old man. As soon as the employment period ends this spring, Fusheng's family is driven out.

Fusheng felt resentful, so Yuwen Hong bribed him and asked him to falsely spread the news to Jiang's family that "Jiang Lao'an is critically ill."

Jiang did not know that Fusheng was no longer a slave, and was worried that his mother would be sick, so he was eager to detour Cangyan Mountain and stepped into the net of heaven and earth.

Those who bear the Lord deserve to die.

Zhang Da spitted thick phlegm on the ground, raised his hand and threw Fusheng's head far away to the left.

The human head rolled down a few times, then fell into the rotten leaves and mud, with its face facing the mountain road, and it could see the begging and astonishment on the face before its death.

Zhang Da clapped his hands, turned his head to look back at Yuwen Hong, and smiled with a flattering look on his face: "My third brother was also negligent. Boss Wang Don't bother with him, I'll apologize to you on his behalf."

Yuwen Hong looked down on these five brothers very much, nodded indifferently, and said, "The heads are left here, and the corpses are all thrown away from the 'Five Miles of Changfeng'."

Zhang Da was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "You always say that 'Thunder Valley' is a good place, and the bottom of the cliff is probably not dozens of feet deep."

But between words, there was a place to throw the body away.

At this time, the rain was getting tighter and the mountain wind rolled up some dead leaves, slanted through the rain line in the sky, and fell on the roof of the carriage in the distance.

Zhang San was still in the position he had just now, and half of his body was exploring in the car, but the crying of the woman in the car was no longer heard, but the wind and rain were as dark as the sound of thousands of leaves, making the deserted mountains more and more desolate.

Yuwen Hong looked at him from afar, and suddenly a stinging pain in his eyebrows. The thin sword in his palm suddenly shook, and the sharp sword roared like a whistling wind.

Enemy attack?!

In shock, he turned his wrist and changed his sword to his right hand like lightning. The sword tip was tilted upwards, and several swords were stabbed out in an instant.

In an instant, the mist and rain were weaving, turning into a dense and sharp sword net, both offense and defense, not only protecting the key points around him, but also tangled with the sudden murderous intent.

"Bang", a loud noise suddenly came, like a sudden thunder, huge waves swelled, and the carriage's carriage suddenly exploded from it, and wooden boards of all sizes burst out everywhere, and a figure swept up like a meteor, jumping into the air.

It's her?!

Yuwen Hong opened his eyes in a terrifying manner, and his breathing was almost stagnant.

The person who jumped out of the car was the girl holding a sword and bow on the embroidered handkerchief, especially the scar on the girl's forehead, which was exactly the same as he remembered.

At this moment, chaos suddenly arose in Yuwen Hong's mind, and a strange Buddhist sing seemed to be heard in his ears. With it, there was also a sweet and gloomy sound line:

...She has pretty good martial arts skills, but she is only a little worse than my family...

Only a little bit short... only a little bit short...

Yuwen Hong's hand holding the sword was inexplicably cold, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if it was a mourning sound.

He was timid before the fight, and he had already lost first in terms of momentum.

The mountain wind whistled, blowing the girl's hair into the sky, and the hazy sky seemed to be split into pieces by her hair. In the wind and rain, a green aura suddenly lit up, cutting through the sky and reflecting directly in the sky.

That was Zhang San's long sword.

He died?

As soon as the thought came out, the girl in mid-air suddenly turned her waist backwards, like a bow full of strings, her raised arms and a long knife in her palm were stretched into a straight line, like an arrow on the string.

The strings are full and the arrows come out.

A huge longbow seemed to have transformed into Yuwen Hong's eyes. At the tip of the arrow, the fierce murderous aura pierced the sky and the heavy rain seemed to solidify.

"Buzz--"

The arrow sang Xiao Leng, and a line of green light split the rain curtain, as if coming from beyond the sky.

For a moment, everything in the world was hidden, only the sharp sword and the invincible arrow.

"Wow, slap—"

The strong wind suddenly blew, making the mountains and rains sway. The majestic energy seemed to have infinite suction. Countless raindrops condensed and suddenly turned into two transparent tail wings, like a dragon going out to the sea, with thunder rushing straight toward it.

"Boom", the huge stone under Yuwen Hong's feet was cut off with one knife, and dead branches, mud and gravel splashed everywhere, and there was also a series of dense sounds of gold and iron mixed in between.

When the huge rock landed and all the sounds were destroyed, Yu Wen Hong was no longer sure where to go.

Wei Shu fell rapidly and before she could land, she reached out and pressed the car board, and her whole body rushed forward like a sudden arrow. At the same time, her true energy was released and she held her finger with her empty finger.

"Swoosh--"

The thrown long sword immediately flew backwards. She reached out to hold the handle of the knife, and a set of sword techniques naturally surged out of her mind. Without thinking, the long sword slashed back like a flowing cloud.

The flying raindrops seemed to break from the interruption, and a thin blood thread was embedded.

Zhang Da stood upright, after a few breaths, he fell down on his back, his head slid from his neck to the side, blood gushed, and his head was cut off with a knife.

Wei Shu didn't even take a look, her figure rose and fell, and she headed straight for the corner like lightning. At this moment, the three tigers in front had also arrived.

They still didn't know what happened, but saw the huge rock suddenly breaking, and a knife flashed behind the bend of the mountain, and Yuwen Hong suddenly disappeared. Because they were worried about the safety of their elder brother, the three brothers all sacrificed their lives.

But as soon as they turned across the mountain road, the three of them suddenly had a flash of tears in front of them, and the murderous intent was imminent. The powerful and terrifying pressure seemed to have substance, which made people tremble.

These three brothers were also cruel. Although they were afraid of their hearts, they were still brave and brave. The three of them stepped sideways at the same time, holding swords and swords at the same time, but they used a set of sword-sword combined attack technique - the Fengxue Continuous Heaven Formation.

The five brothers were able to roam the world, but there were still some real signs under his hands. The wind and snow formation secretly matched the three talents. If it was used, it would be like the three of them working together, and ordinary masters would be the only enemy.

However, the three men's swords were just out, and suddenly there was a blue light clutch in the air, like a flying phoenix, like a gossip. In the blink of an eye, it stabbed the only Shengmen in the formation, and hit them with a bean-sized raindrop, and then rolled to the ground, smashing out three neat blood lines.

"Puku", the three bodies fell to the ground almost at the same time, and mud and blood splashed on Lao Gao.
Chapter completed!