"Ningxiang Pavilion, we have met before." The young man raised his right arm, and the hidden blade on the iron fan flashed a dazzling light. It was this iron fan that cut off the blade at the moment of opening and closing! He joked.

: "Tomorrow there will be many stories about the handsome scholar crossing the river in white clothes and the brave swordsman falling into the sky."

"You!" Ling Qi finally recognized the young man in front of him: the scholar of Ningxiang Pavilion.

So that's it! Ling Qi looked up to the sky and laughed: "Chu Tao really has some tricks!" Perhaps Leng Yinghua never dreamed that there were so many rangers on the south bank, so that Chu Tao didn't need to mobilize the manpower of the Zhuyu Sword Sect at all.

Even when the army arrived, he finally understood why there was no news about Chu Tao these days, and finally understood the power of these rangers who had always been looked down upon by people on the north coast. Only Chu Tao could do such a feat.

The scholar smiled again and said: "Let me tell you, there are indeed great rivers and mountains and great heroes. However, this long river is by no means exclusive to the Qi family. Rivers and mountains belong to the people of the world, and heroes are the heroes of the people of the world."

"Everyone is his own master, why should you ridicule me? Ling is not afraid of death!" As he said this, he bent down and intended to pick up the broken sword and commit suicide.

However, before his hand touched the broken sword, the iron fan had already pressed against his throat. The scholar smiled leisurely: "Listen to what I say, if you don't listen to me, you will die before you die."

Ling Qi just wanted to end it happily: "Say!"

"Although an upright person is not afraid of death, he cherishes his life. A man who lives this life will not live in vain. Someone told me this sentence back then, so when the people from the north bank plundered my village, 10 out of 10 people survived.

At that time, I left my life of little use. Unexpectedly, it would happen today." The scholar's eyes were heavy and deep. He stared at Ling Qi and said seriously, "Keep your life, maybe I can make a living in the future.

hero."

Ling Qi was stunned for a long time, and then he sighed as if he was touched: "That man must be a hero."

Someone among the people in white shouted: "Scholar, why bother talking nonsense with them? Just raise the knife and drop it!"

The scholar shook his head: "Young Master said: Don't kill those who don't need to die." Then he raised his hand, and following the direction of his hand, like magic, white doves filled the sky like snow, and very quickly, a sharp whistle sounded.

Spread into the wind. Looking far into the distance, white doves

It unexpectedly rose from all directions, flipping and flying. Not long after, the entire sky on both sides of the river was full of dove shadows, shining brightly in the mist. Their neat formations and graceful dancing reflected the outline of the mountains in the distance.

Beautiful. Spectacular.

Ling Qi's face turned pale: "Could it be..."

He looked at the beacon towers surrounded by the white shadows of the rangers, and he knew in his heart that the other beacon towers must be in the same situation as him. It seemed that there was no way to call for help.

The scholar looked up to the sky and smiled: "Master Ling, have you ever seen such magnificent rivers and mountains on the north bank?"

The heroes on the south bank then raised their heads, as if their dreams were also spreading their wings into the sky with the white doves.

When the white doves in the sky fell into Leng Yinghua's field of vision, Leng Yinghua's heart felt like a heavy blow: Has Chu Tao arrived near Bilianzhou? Why does the beacon have no warning effect? ​​Could it be that it's not Chu Tao?

, but...

The sharp whistle and the turbid waves of the long river stirred up an icy cold. The bright red moon shadow was no longer visible. Only black clouds rolled, and in an instant, the wind suddenly rose, destroying everything, like a sharp sword scraping across the sky.

Brutally cutting out a curtain of blood.
Chapter completed!