When Pei Baifa saw the gun, he knew that the green-armored man in front of him was really a strong enemy, and he couldn't be impatient, so he slowly handed out the knife, and the knife was peaceful.

Tan Qinghu ranked first among the four generals of Guiliu, although he was subject to his wife and children, he had to be the enemy of Pei Baifa, but he had arrogance in his heart, and he refused to take advantage of it.

The guns opened and closed widely, and each shot was not fancy, straight in and out, but extremely fast, the first shot was close to the front, and the second shot had already stabbed through.

Pei Baifa is no longer as desperate as the enemy with Jia San, the enemy's gun is too fast, and the knife is slashed obliquely, like a spring drizzle, and there is not much power, but every knife is cut in the path of the spear. Although the spear was fast, the spear momentum was broken, and the power could not be superimposed, and the shadow of the spear in the sky could not break through the rain curtain.

Tan Qinghu secretly praised in his heart, the white-haired man in front of him is just a small lieutenant in Dingbian Town, but he is not weak in terms of knowledge and skills.

The momentum of the gun changed, and it suddenly became heavy, and the body of the gun rotated and handed out, not fast, and there was no whistling, but there was a faint wind and thunder in the air.

As soon as the rain touched the body of the spear, it was brought aside, and a spear was pierced, and the wind and thunder roared all around. The breeze gradually rose, and in an instant, it turned into a whirlpool, and the electric light in the wind whirlpool flickered like a spiritual snake, and the rain curtain was shattered in an instant, and countless wind whirlpools rushed to the face, as if they wanted to strangle everything that was blocked.

Pei Baifa's face became solemn, but his heart was full of blood, Dingbian has been quite peaceful over the years, such an enjoyable fight has not been seen for a long time, such an opponent is even more difficult to find, Pei Baifa gradually calmed down, and there was only a knife and a gun in his eyes.

Pei Baifa looked at the knife in his hand, his eyes became more and more focused, the knife was slowly raised, and he slashed down suddenly, this knife was simple, not good-looking, and even many people who had just practiced the knife made it even more beautiful. It's just that Pei Baifa's knife has been slashed tens of thousands of times, any superfluous movements have been removed, every bit of strength, every trace of aura, and every inch of the long knife has been repeatedly tempered, which is the tempering of life and death on the battlefield.

The void was slashed by this knife, silently split into two halves, and a very thin black line was raised, as soon as the wind whirlpool met the black line, it immediately disappeared without a trace, and one after another slashed down, one black line after another appeared around, and countless wind whirlpools were annihilated one after another.

Tan Qinghu laughed loudly, and the momentum of the guns changed again, like a storm, seemingly out of order, many guns were pierced in the air, as if they were useless, but those wind whirlpools seemed to be pulled and stuck to the shadow, gradually merging, and the whole spear had turned into a dazzling thunder, stabbing down like lightning. The black lines in the air were swept by thunder, snapping and dissipating, and the void was silent, as if nothing had happened.

Looking at this shot, Pei Baifa looked up to the sky and laughed, his white hair was flying, he knew that as long as he hit this knife, the two sides would immediately divide life and death, and the one who was alive would inevitably be injured, so wouldn't he let such a small man do whatever he wanted at that time?

The long knife shook the sky, and the entire void trembled.

Jia San looked at the two people who were fighting, cold sweat and rain fell, and he was secretly glad in his heart that Fang Cai did not have the impulse to step forward, otherwise where would there be life at this time? Fortunately, this Qingjia general came, looking at this posture, the two of them would most likely lose both, how to punish them at that time, and it was not up to them? What is the use of these so-called heroes and chivalry in the end?

Jia San was sneering in his heart, and suddenly a black crack appeared in the air, which cracked open in an instant, like a terrifying beast, and devoured Jia San with its mouth open.

Darkness, fear, despair, Jia San has never faced death like now, pictures flashed in front of him, he lost his hair when he was young, he was out of school, and even the weak crown encountered the wandering soldiers, met the eldest brother when he was displaced, went to the cottage, had brothers, and helped each other survive in this troubled world. The stockade gradually grew in size and life was better, but since the looting of that shipment, everything has changed. The imperial court was in Zhao'an, and large boxes of gold and silver were placed in front of them, and the brothers had their own plans, and there was no smile in the happy village in the past. They only want to earn some fame, but they don't want to, and they talk about righteousness and morality all day long. He has no money, no future, and is a mountain bandit who gathers in the mountains and forests all day long, and will spurn anyone who sees it, what can these morals and righteousness worth? He has not harmed others, but he wants to earn some future with his ability, so that his mother, who has worked hard to raise him, can sleep peacefully underground, and these people jump out one by one to point fingers, as if they have done some heinous sin. Now it's hard to move these stumbling blocks one by one, as long as you find the ring and get the list, a great future is just around the corner. It's just that I'm going to die, so unwilling!

Jia San looked up at the sky, roaring angrily, he was unwilling, he still had to fight with the sky. The long whip was raised, the spirit snake looked up at the sky, and the snake's body was stacked layer by layer, and it was going to be the last battle.

Under the black giant mouth, the spirit snake spun at an extremely fast speed, turning into a huge wind snake and soaring into the sky.

Tan Qinghu struck with all his might, seeing that the thunder spear was already approaching, the white-haired man didn't dodge or dodge, turned around and waved his knife and rushed towards the red-haired fat man.

was shocked in his heart, but with this blow, Tan Qinghu didn't have half of his hand left, and if he wanted to take it back, he couldn't. Knowing that the white-haired man must be concerned, he still wants to defend everyone at this time, is this the iron blood and responsibility of the soldiers? Tan Qinghu felt a pain in his heart, and he desperately drew the spear and stabbed it towards the white-haired man's left shoulder.

"Zheng-" The bowstring moved, and an iron arrow roared, and the iron arrow flew more and more rapidly, gradually turning into a big eagle, raising its head and angry eyes, and shooting angrily towards the huge mouth in the air.

The huge black mouth in the air was under the hood of the wind snake, and there was no sound, and the huge wind snake broke inch by inch. Jia San stared at the black mouth in despair, he fought against fate in this life, and he was unwilling to bend his knees when he died.

Suddenly, a big eagle flew in the distance, and threw it straight into the giant mouth, squeaking, and the giant mouth swallowed the big eagle and slowly closed, as if it was chewing its prey, and Jia San's heart was tightly pinched in one place.

Seeing that the huge black mouth finally closed and disappeared, Jia San could no longer stand up, and the whole person fell softly.

Pei Baifa ran forward desperately, originally thinking that with a single blow, he would inevitably cut the thief down, but he was broken by the young general who rode his horse from afar. Now that strong enemies are coming one after another, Pei Baifa knows that there is not much time left for him, although he has fought fiercely repeatedly, most of his aura has been consumed, but the knife in his hand is still sharp.

Jia Sanwei gasped for breath, looking at the white-haired man rushing over, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he saw that the spear of the Qingjia general had been pierced like thunder, but he was afraid that the man had been killed under the gun before he walked in front of him.

Pei Baifa only felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, the sound of broken bones reached his ears, his cheeks were burning, and his eyes were red with blood, but the knife in Pei Baifa's hand did not let go for half a minute, and he still walked towards Jia San step by step.

Everyone around was already stunned, Cui Juan held the railing of the soft couch tightly, and his whole body almost leaned out, and he had long forgotten who he was and where he was.

Bai Jingwen looked at the white-haired figure, and tears blurred his eyes. Several teenagers wrenched their hands in one place, their fingers clattering.

Wei Chen looked at Pei Baifa, stunned, knowing that he had done something wrong today, where could he listen to Yin Gui's words? Slowly pulled out an iron arrow and put it on the bow, if Pei Baifa couldn't slash the thief today, this arrow would.

Tan Qinghu didn't make another move, his eyes were firmly fixed on the white-haired figure, and the hand holding the gun was already a little trembling, no matter how good his marksmanship was, he would lose today after all.

Dozens of blue-armored sergeants looked at the white-haired figure in the distance, and slowly pulled out their swords towards the black-clothed people, protecting the Bai family's father and son and several teenagers more tightly.

Jia San struggled a few times, and then slowly stood up, the snow bright knife light was like the morning sun of dawn, Jia San saw his mother's smile again, and the corner of his mouth threw that trace of ridicule.

A dark cloud swept by with a gust of wind, and a man with a pale face stood behind Pei Baifa with a gloomy smile, and the five-fingered steel claws in his hand were deeply embedded in the man's back, and the blood instantly stained the black clothes.

Pei Baifa only felt that his eyes were getting more and more blurred, his body seemed to be emptied, and he gradually lost his strength, gritting his teeth and pressing his entire body against the knife.

Jia San was already stupid, looking at the Guan Dao who was almost falling, he didn't know how to dodge, and suddenly stretched out a miserable white arm next to him, pulled Jia San aside, and the blood light collapsed, and a fat arm fell to the ground, Jia San didn't realize it.

Pei Baifa stabbed himself on the ground with his backhand, he couldn't stand anymore, but his eyes were so small, how could he fall? Looking at the slanting sun on the horizon falling towards the mountains little by little, but still rising to illuminate the earth, Pei Baifa slowly turned his gaze in the direction of Jianfeng.

Yin Gui was furious in his heart, he forced Tan Qinghu, and then deceived Wei Chen, today there are two Guiliu Si Lai, but he still can't protect Jia Sanquan, how can he explain to Miss Sun? Looking at the stubborn figure, he slowly raised his steel claws.

"Yin Gui—" A loud shout sounded, and the young generals in the distance were already blinded, the bow was like a full moon, the arrows were like thunderbolts, and the big eagle raised its head and screamed sadly, roaring and rushing with lightning. The young general galloped on his horse, and an arrow was as close as an arrow, as if he was going to shoot the white-faced man alive under the arrow.

Tan Qinghu saw that Wei Chen was furious, and was about to step forward to stop him, but he suddenly stopped, he lost today, could he have lost this life? If Ye Zi knew what he looked like, he was afraid that he would be extremely disappointed, if Xiaohu knew that his father was just a villain who aided and abetted him, would he still be as happy as he is now? Even if he was willing to fall this time and save their lives, how could he raise his head in front of people in the future?

Tan Qinghu's gaze gradually became firm, and the thunder on the spear in his hand flashed again.