The wooden-faced Qi Haolin next to Tu San was pointing at Ruan Ningxiang with a sword in his hand.

Ruan Ningxiang glared at him angrily, "Go away! Watchdog!"

No matter how insulted he was, the expression on his wooden face did not change at all.

"Let her pass." The nine-ring knife in Tu San's hand was also soaked in blood.

Immediately, the wooden face pointed at Ruan Ningxiang's sword and retracted it neatly.

After not seeing each other for just a few days, Ruan Yajun's sickly face was covered with old scars mottled by weather and frost.

Ruan Ningxiang knelt in front of her, "Mother."

Tears fell from Ruan Yajunxu's eyes, and her rough fingertips brushed the blood stains on Ruan Ningxiang's face, "Silly boy, what are you doing back here?"

It's not a blame, but a feeling of deep powerlessness and exhaustion.

A Ke and A Yue were ashamed and remained silent.

"I'll take advantage of the chaos later and I'll escort you out."

The soft sword in Zhao Jingran's hand was soaked in blood, and his brows were full of heroic spirit, without even a trace of the charming and suave smile he once had.

"Let's go together." Ruan Ningxiang said with tears, "I am also a member of Yundu Mountain, and I want to advance and retreat together with you!"

"Okay." Tu San's voice was like thunder, and he shouted sternly, "Close the door! If this matter is not resolved today, no one is allowed to leave here!"

There was another man standing in the hall, wearing navy blue clothes. He was holding a long sword and had some skin injuries on his body.

The guards who had just escorted Ruan Ningxiang and others were actually not Tu San's people, but his.

Ruan Ningxiang remembered that he was Han Su, the eldest son of the fourth head of the family whom she had not seen for a long time. It was said that he had been weak since he was a child and had been raised in another place. She did not expect that he would also be involved in this dispute.

Han Su also held a sharp sword full of murderous intent in his hand.

He smiled sadly, "Since ancient times, the winner has been the king and the loser has been the enemy. The outcome between you and me is undecided. Third uncle, don't talk too much."

"Really?"

Tu San was wearing dark clothes, and the blood stains on his body could not be seen clearly. He raised the knife, and the nine rings on the back of the knife clanged when they collided, like a bell that reminded him of his life.

"Then let the knife do the talking!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Su jumped up and struck viciously. He was actually a skilled practitioner.

Tu San has been through life and death, and has traveled around the world for so many years, but he has never seen any danger.

The knife in his hand was full of bloodthirsty resentment.

The fight was in full swing below.

Ruan Ningxiang asked Zhao Jingran quietly: "Why did our guards change?"

"We were careless." Zhao Jingran said in a low voice, "Today is a special day. The heads of the house brought people over to offer incense, and the defensive people blocked the inspection. However, something went wrong. I suspect there was a traitor, and someone from the defense team got in.

The man who slaughtered San."

The four Eagle Guards are all capable men cultivated by Master Ruan, and they should not betray her.

Ruan Ningxiang's eyes involuntarily drifted to Yan Ziyu, who was standing upright next to her.

A thought suddenly occurred to her, but before she could think about it in detail, Ruan Yajun's fierce coughing sound interrupted her thoughts.

Ruan Ningxiang wanted to pour a cup of tea, but found that the teapot was already dry.

There was a fight in front, and they couldn't get out for a while.

Although there were many people on Han Su's side, Tu Sanyi was as fierce as ten, and the wooden-faced sword was even faster and more accurate. No one could get close to him.

Ruan Ningxiang understood why Ruan Yajun had not had the opportunity to assassinate him for so many years, but he was not sure of victory. If he alerted the enemy, the tragedy would be brought forward.

People around Han Su fell down one after another, and he was also injured in many places.

One of the bearded men, Han Si, was defeated and received a heavy stab in the chest.

"father!"

Han Su hurriedly withdrew, protected himself in front of the crumbling Fourth Master, and retreated to a safe area for the time being.

The Fourth Master covered the stab wound on his chest with one hand and held the bloody sword in the other, "Su'er, leave quickly."

"withdraw!"

Han Su had a thunder bomb in his hand and threw it towards the crowd. There was a loud "boom" and the entire lobby was immediately covered by the pungent smoke.

In an instant, the sounds of coughing and trampling became a chaotic mess.

When no one was paying attention, the corner of Yan Ziyu's mouth slowly raised a hint of seductive fierceness, like a lone wolf hunting at night, his movements were as fast as lightning, the wolf dagger in his hand was pointed into the thick smoke, ready to run away

It stabbed Han Su directly into the chest.

It's just an arrogant and useless chess piece, and it's useless to keep it.

Yan Ziyu covered Han Su's mouth tightly, blocking all the screams in his throat.

The handle of the knife was submerged, and he pulled it out suddenly.

The bloody dagger in Yan Ziyu's hand wiped on Han Su's navy blue robe.

As soon as his hand was released, the man fell backward.

I don't know who opened the door in the chaos.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and Yan Ziyu still stood in the same position, taking out a snow-white handkerchief and wiping the blood on his fingers.

He looked calm as if nothing had happened.

The bearded Han Si had already escaped from the palace, "Where is Su'er?"

When he turned around, he saw Han Su lying in a pool of blood, staring and motionless.

The blood hole on his body was like a spring, with steaming blood still flowing out.

His son is dead!

Han Si's eyes turned red with anger, he rushed over and fought with them.

Before he even got close, Wood Face's lightning-fast sword skills pierced his chest with a sword.

The blood foam overflowing from Han Si's mouth stained his beard red, and he fell next to Han Su.

Seeing the situation, Han Su's people dropped their weapons one after another.

The outcome is decided.

Tu San released his hand covering his mouth and nose, walked over on the corpse, kicked Han Si away, and kicked Han Su viciously twice, "It's stupid for a sick man to want to turn the world upside down!"

Ruan Yajun choked on the cigarette and felt like her lungs were about to be coughed up. She covered her lips with a bloody handkerchief and stood up, "I will congratulate the third boss now."

Tu San turned his head and looked at Ruan Yajun, who was being supported by Ruan Ningxiang. He looked at her for a moment and said, "The boss is still smart."

Ruan Yajun's voice was hoarse, "I would like to ask the Third Master to remember our agreement."

"As long as the boss gives me the defense plan, I will abide by our agreement." Tu San sat down and stared at the blood on the knife.

Ruan Yajun looked embarrassed, "It's not that I won't give it to you. To be honest, the defense plan was lost four years ago when the second master was caught in an ambush."

"Lost?" Tu San stared at his bulging eyeballs, "How is that possible?"

"You, the third master, should know very well why the second master wanted to meet with the masters of those copycat villages back then, and why they suddenly rebelled. Haven't you ever thought that it was because of that defense plan?"

With that defensive battle map, the entire Southern Territory will become an exclusive realm. At that time, even if you want to become the king, it is not an exaggeration.

I'm afraid no one would be greedy for this allure.

Including Tu San.

Tu San showed hesitation, "Back then, when the master led people to destroy those cottages overnight, didn't he find the picture?"

"Although you were not present when those mountain strongholds were destroyed, you should still know the cruelty of that war. Those bandits were prepared to set fire to the mountain even though they knew there was no way out."

Ruan Yajun couldn't help but kept covering her lips and coughing.

"...If it hadn't been for a timely rain that saved us, I'm afraid everyone would have died in the wildfire, and the whereabouts of the picture would also be unknown."

Ruan Ningxiang was startled. Let Shaoshan go?

Was the war four years ago also on fire?

Ruan Ningxiang subconsciously looked at Yan Ziyu and saw that his expression darkened.
Chapter completed!