Yang Hui's eyes were dyed red, he had killed too many people along the way, and the imperial court had come to completely encircle and suppress Fang La's last troops this time, and I don't know how many people came.

Behind the rocks, there will always be a steady stream of enemies in the woods, seemingly endless.

The shouting and killing of the main battlefield in the distance has been much quieter, only occasionally there are sporadic sounds, it seems that this battle has come to an end, and Fang La's troops have been defeated.

Fortunately, Fang La finally listened to his advice and broke through the troops outward, allowing himself to have a lot of room to move in this mountain forest.

If he was still around those source caves, he would have been surrounded by the imperial army, and he would have been helpless at that stage.

Yang Hui relied on his speed to get rid of a lot of pursuers along the way, but the number of opponents was too much, and gradually formed a situation of encirclement.

Intentionally or unintentionally, Yang Hui's footsteps walked towards the edge of the hillside, and he quickly moved to the edge of the cliff, and the pursuers behind him were slowly surrounding.

Along the way, these pursuers were also killed to the point of chilling, the other party was like a monster, no matter how many people rushed up, it was always the soldiers on their own side who fell, obviously slashed the other party several times, and the attack that could obviously cause serious injuries to the other party only frowned, and then continued to run, killing until now, so that many officers and soldiers had a feeling of invincibility of the other party.

Yang Hui took advantage of the moonlight to look at the bottom of the hillside, fortunately, it was only a few floors high from the bottom.

He jumped down, and when he landed, he adjusted his position several times, so that the force of the shock fell on him as much as possible, so as to avoid Fang La, who had already fainted, from being hurt more.

At the top of the cliff, I remembered the shouts of soldiers, and these soldiers began to slowly circle the flat on both sides of the cliff, expecting to find Yang Hui and the two who "committed suicide by jumping off the cliff".

As soon as he landed, Yang Hui took a breath and ran towards the outside of the mountain, there was a sense of urgency in his heart, and the state of the wax on his back was really anxious.

In the process of fighting, Fang La fainted because of excessive blood loss from his previous injuries, and he jumped off the cliff just now, and the other party did not wake up, if there was really an accident at this time, then he and these people would be doomed

No longer.

There were obviously fewer soldiers and horses in the court at the bottom of the cliff, and Yang Hui took advantage of the night to bypass it, but as he moved forward, there were obviously more soldiers.

It should have been that many soldiers got the news and took a shortcut to intercept them on the road.

After this night's fighting and fleeing, the sky has gradually brightened, and there is a large group of imperial officers and soldiers guarding there in the distance, and behind them, there is a stone tablet with the word "Qingxi" written on it, and Yang Hui's eyes lit up.

Scanning around, and there were no other pursuers, Yang Hui put Fang La on the ground, picked up the knife, and rushed towards the group of soldiers.

The blood flowers bloomed, accompanied by screams, and after half a quarter of an hour, there was no one standing here except Yang Hui, and there were many large and small wounds on him. His muscle strength has now reached a terrifying level, these ancient weapons are not even as sharp as modern kitchen knives, and in the process of fighting along the way, he has also been hit many times, and sometimes he is even afraid that Fang La on his back will be injured, so he deliberately uses his own body to resist.

These fatal injuries to others are just wounds for him, but by now, he is already scarred and exhausted.

He turned around and came to the place where Fang La was, Fang La was lying on the ground, he was looking at Yang Hui who was walking towards him silently with his eyes open.

His voice was a little hoarse: "Young man, I didn't expect you to be so powerful, so many soldiers are not your opponents, you can take me here, I haven't found that there is a person like you before, maybe it is the spirit of the Holy Sect, I don't want me to be captured by the imperial court." ”

Speaking of this, he coughed a few times, paused and continued: "But it's not important anymore, that's it, there's no way anymore, if you go on, you'll face more pursuits, my body is no longer good, I can attract so many soldiers, let some of the children of the Holy Sect escape, I'm already dead without regrets, hahahahaha, come on, help me get free." ”

His laughter was a little heroic and desolate, and after saying this, he tried to sit up straight, threw his weapon towards Yang Hui, and closed his eyes.

After waiting for a few seconds, but without the slightest movement, he opened his eyes and saw Yang Hui who was still standing not far away

, frowned: "Hurry up, don't be that little daughter." ”

How could Yang Hui do it at this time, he hadn't left the realm of Qingxi yet, and doing it now was tantamount to giving up all his previous efforts, he had already thought of his rhetoric.

Yang Hui pointed to the stone tablet not far away: "Holy Prince, no matter what, I also hope that it makes some sense to break through, at least we broke through the troops of the imperial court and crossed the boundary of Qingxi." ”

Fang La also looked at the stone tablet in the distance, his eyes were a little trance-like: "It's okay, then pass the stone tablet first, don't let the corpse of my defeated person defile this ancestral land."

Fang La's ancestral home is Qingxi County.

Yang Hui carried Fang La to the back of the stone monument, and Fang La sat on the ground.

He shouted in the distance: "It is the equality of the law, and there is no superiority!"

In his eyes, the picture of these years appeared, when he was young, he hated the injustice of the government, his family was oppressed by local officials, and finally he joined Manichaeism in anger, and climbed up step by step with scheming, and finally ascended to the top of the sect. Ascending a shout and erecting an anti-flag, destroying the withered and decaying cities and towns, everyone called themselves "Holy Princes", until they broke through Hangzhou and called themselves the emperor "Yongle" occupied half of the country, and his life reached the peak, he was the true son of heaven, and he once thought so at that time.

However, everything collapsed like ice and snow melting, the cities were lost one by one, and the comrades-in-arms for many years, Fang Qifo, Deng Yuanjue, Shi Bao, and Li Tianyan died one by one.

Everything in the past is like an illusion, making me feel unreal, and what I want now is only to let my brothers survive more, and Manichaeism should not be interrupted in his own hands, thinking of this, tears fell from the eyes of this cold and calm man.

He took one last look at the land around him, and whispered to Yang Hui behind him, "Let's do it!" His eyes closed.

Yang Hui's shadow began to become illusory, he picked up the long sword in his hand and stabbed Fang La's back, and the other party fell......

The scene in front of him was even more illusory, the picture began to change, and when it became clear again, it was already at the previous round table, and a group of people who retreated from Song Yushi were sitting around, but Zhang Qiang was missing......