At sunset, the sky dimmed in the blink of an eye, and after a while, I couldn't see my fingers. The pale and weak moonlight was enveloped in the purple-red clouds. Wang Hong led the few remaining swordsmen and set out from the back mountain of Duanjiazhai in the dark, illuminating

The only person on the way was a lantern in Wang Hong's hand. Among them were Xie Junhe, Xue Hai, Duan Shiyu and Mo'er. Chu Tao was not seen. Wang Hong only said that a group of people had boarded the ship with Qi Heng escorting the last cargo.

Xie Junhe didn't ask any more questions. After climbing over the mountain and walking through the pass, you could see the bustling wharf, where the commercial exchanges along the east and west sides of the long river ended.

The dark mountain road, the sound of footsteps passing by in a hurry. Other than that, there are only the rustling of flying leaves in the cold sky.

Walking to a dangerous and narrow place in the mountain pass, a mysterious bell suddenly echoed in the air, and the sharp ringing caused a burst of uneasiness. Mo'er exclaimed in fear, hid behind Xie Junhe and held on to the corners of his clothes tightly.

Then, the flickering white lantern slowly rose from the depths of the mountain. It illuminated the mountain road clearly, exposing their whereabouts.

"Uncle Wang, something is wrong." Xie Junhe had already drawn his sword.

However, Wang Hong only urged everyone who was alert: "Go quickly, don't stop." Everyone stepped up their pace, but saw the branches swaying unnaturally. Three or five white shadows were faintly visible in the trees. The swordsmen were on guard with sharp blades in their hands.

However, white shadows gathered and wandered on the mountain roads in front and behind, surrounding them in the road. Seeing that they were getting closer and closer, you could even see their pale and ferocious paper masks. Wang Hong, the leader, slowed down, and the long team instantly

The white shadows closed in. But the white shadows pressed closer and closer. Not only in front and behind, but also on the high slopes and deep in the dense forest at the feet, shadows gathered one after another. The confrontation made the air condense.

But on the top of the mountain and deep in the valley, the sound of swords was loud, and suddenly spread to all directions. Wang Hong suddenly shouted, and the swordsmen quickly moved forward. The white shadow in front of them suddenly disappeared into the forest and was no longer to be found. Looking around again, the shadows that had been wandering before were nowhere to be found.

They all seemed to be involved in an unpredictable battle. "Go quickly!" Following Wang Hong's order, the swordsmen did not understand what was happening, but they all rushed forward. Xie Junhe once again carried his back and trembled with fear.

At the end of the day, I walked in a hurry.

"Qin" flags were flying high all over the valley: it was actually the people sent by the Qin eldest son to fight with the ghosts outside Duanjiazhai! When the swordsmen of the Chu family left, the ghosts who were hiding in the mountains were plotting a conspiracy.

Others also exposed their whereabouts, and the conspirators who originally surrounded others were surrounded by others. Qin Shi stood on a high slope, facing the wind and said to himself: "Headmaster Chu, I'd better pay back the favor I owe you as soon as possible.

!" When the Wentian Sword finally made its move, it danced with the wind, shining like stars, changing like clouds, and splashing blood in the mountains.

The dock was so close that he could even see the flags on the boats fluttering in the wind. Unexpectedly, there was another sound of killing halfway through. The swordsmen were like frightened birds. Wang Hong glanced at Xie Junhe, confused and uneasy. Xie Junhe was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic.

He was gearing up and said: "Take everyone away. It will be unpleasant if you don't take care of what we have brought to you." The swordsmen formed a neat team to protect Shiyu, Xuehai and Moer in the formation, while Xie Junhe had already rushed into the enemy's formation from a distance.

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This group of people's approach is completely different from Tianyuemen's feminine approach, showing a fierce domineering attitude, but similar to the arrogance of Qi Heng's group, but far superior to them: extraordinary order, one move after another,

It can lead to death, as long as you are not careful, you will definitely be killed. However, Xie Junhe's intrusion disrupted their position and made their opponents anxious. Suddenly, they saw a bright spear coming from the left, with a majesty like a swirling cloud.

"Silver Leaf Spear?" Jun He suddenly realized that his opponent was Shen Yanfei! The tip of the spear grazed Jun He's throat. Immediately afterwards, it was like falling leaves flying in the wind, and like autumn leaves blowing in the wind, the attacks of the Silver Leaf Spear were dense and exciting.

The dazzling sparks instantly forced Jun He to have nowhere to hide, and the road behind him was blocked by a tree. Seeing that the victory was determined, Yan Fei stabbed with all his strength, but Jun He ducked and kicked back at the critical moment.

The leaf gun was firmly stuck in the tree and could not be pulled out for a while. Yan Fei gritted his teeth.

To win, one move is enough. It doesn't matter which move is used, what matters is the result. The reason why Xie Junhe is terrifying is that he always chooses the most oppressive moment to subdue his opponent.

Looking at the formation of the besieging swordsmen, Luo Ang was actually among them. He was so angry that no matter who was in front of him, he leaned over and cut off the horse's leg with a slash without letting him recover.

He immediately fell off the horse and waved his axes without stopping. Just as he was about to sweep the horse's legs, Xie Junhe's sword had arrived first, hurting his wrists and knocking down the axes. Another man saw the situation and knocked down the axes.

After a few shots, he retreated. When he passed by Jun He, he was shocked by a palm that caused him to vomit blood and fall off his horse. Before everyone could see the move clearly, Luo Ang had been pinned to the ground by his hands behind his back.

He struggled to no avail.

Luo Ang was very dissatisfied: "A sheep has entered a tiger's mouth, and you can't get out." He felt that his opponent's knees were pressed tightly against his back, as if a huge stone was blocked in his chest. The iron sword was lying across his neck. He raised his head slightly and saw what was in front of him.

The shadow of the swaying sword and the sharp gap on the sword's edge frightened him.

"Who comes into whose mouth? You are too proud of yourself! You are a defeated general and you have lost once, so you still dare to come?" Xie Junhe said with a look of fear on his face.

Such murderous intent. When the people of Paiyun Pavilion saw Xie Junhe, their eyes were filled with hatred, but they couldn't do anything. Is there anything else that Xie Junhe didn't dare to do?

"Brother Xie, you are well. Mr. Qin misses you very much." Shen Yanfei suddenly intervened. He didn't care about the life or death of his allies.

Jun He frowned slightly: "You still want to fight? I'll accompany you." He kicked Luo Ang back into the formation of Paiyun Pavilion. Luo Ang shivered for a long time and only uttered the word "withdraw". "Count to ten.

Disappeared before!" At the count of five, the people in Paiyun Pavilion had already retreated.

"Headmaster Chu keeps Young Master Qi, it's so against the rules!" Shen Yanfei wanted to say something else, but Jun He's face tensed up and turned into a ferocious evil spirit, and the broken sword instantly shone with a frightening light.

Deftly passing through all the gaps, the sword energy was arrogant and unobstructed, and the masters kept retreating. Everyone saw a ball of silver light shining, the two figures were like phoenixes and dragons, and the leaves, sand and stones were stirred up and danced wildly in the sky.

No one dared to step forward to help. They couldn't distinguish friend from foe, and they didn't know how to help. Suddenly the storm stopped, and everyone was surprised to see Shen Yanfei holding his chest and being ejected far away, leaving a long trail on the ground.

"Jiang Shaoyun can save you once, but he may not be able to save you every time. You will have to pay back this blood debt one day."

With murderous aura rippling, Shen Yanfei stood up with a silent smile, dragged his steps, and left with his subordinates in disgrace.

At the dock, the ship had been waiting for a long time. The swordsmen hurriedly boarded the ship, and the planks of the ship were quickly removed behind them, but Wang Hong delayed in issuing the order to anchor. No one asked, but everyone knew: I don't know where Chu Tao went.

Everyone looked anxiously: the red moon, the dark peaks, outlined majestic lines. Duanjiazhai, the mysterious white shadow, and many opponents were left behind in this blood-red background. Mr. Qin
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