Chapter 632

"Have you forgotten that your second uncle died at the hands of the Demon Sect back then!"

Lu Boqin grabbed Zhang Baiyu's collar and stared at him tightly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang Baiyu's eyes were calm, he tore Lu Boqin's hand away, and said: "Senior uncle, it's been fifteen years, Zhao Xihua has died in the Yin Grotto, and the revenge of the second uncle has been avenged." ”

"Nonsense!" Lu Boqin said angrily: "The sea of blood is full of revenge, I have to take revenge, the Demon Sect will not be destroyed for a day, I am uneasy." ”

Fifteen years ago, on the Yin Grotto, Lu Boqin's junior brother died in the battle of besieging the Demon Sect. Over the years, Lu Boqin has been obsessed with his heart, just to avenge his junior brother.

Zhang Baiyu was squeezed in the front of the car, he had no way to retreat, he patted his collar helplessly, Zhang Baiyu said: "Uncle Shi, this is your mistake." Although the second uncle did die at the hands of the Demon Sect, Zhao Xihua had been forced to kill himself. This kind of enmity can be regarded as a clear stroke. You are too old to see this, but do you really want to force Ye Huan to death and let my sister stay a widow for the rest of her life. ”

"This ......" Lu Boqin was speechless, and then immediately said angrily: "Hurry up and drive, I want to rush to Chashan immediately!" ”

Zhang Baiyu said: "I can't go now." ”

"Why can't you go?" Lu Boqin asked strangely.

"Because the car really broke down."

Lu Boqin glared at him coldly, and said, "If the car breaks down, I'll walk over, but it's only a few dozen miles, and it won't take too much time." ”

"Uncle Shi, it was dozens of miles away when you just got off the plane, but now it's not dozens of miles. Now we are hundreds of miles away from Chashan. ”

Lu Boqin was stunned, instantly understood, and said angrily: "Boy, you deliberately drove in the wrong direction!" ”

"Hmm." Zhang Baiyu nodded calmly.

"I'll go to your uncle's!" Lu Boqin gritted his teeth and kicked Zhang Baiyu to the ground.

……

On the seashore, a fishing boat is moored alone, gently swaying with the waves.

In the direction of the coast facing the bow of the ship, Long Ming was alone with a sword, and a little blood fell from the tip of the sword. Ten meters from the tip of his sword, Shui Yunjian was struck by a sword in his chest, and beads of blood flowed down.

Correspondingly, his face had become pale as paper because of the excessive bleeding.

Raising his head and looking at Long Ming, who was as straight as a flagpole, Shui Yunjian said: "I am not Brother Long's opponent, I lost." ”

Long Ming's gaze was calm, his gaze swept over everyone's cheeks, and he spoke, "Who else?" ”

Everyone met Long Ming's gaze, but unconsciously lowered their heads. If Shui Yunjian was not Long Ming's opponent, everyone would go up again, but they would also be cut down by him.

Shui Yunjian coughed lightly, slowly sat on the ground, and said, "Brother Long, if you fight alone, none of us can beat you." Today is not a life-and-death struggle, I know that Brother Long is not good at killing, and we are not good at rushing up to bully more and less. But Brother Long must openly help Ye Huan today and go against the people of the world! ”

Long Ming stood with his sword in his hand and said calmly: "It's just a competition, I really want to fight with Brother Shui, and it has nothing to do with Ye Huan." ”

Shui Yunjian was speechless, coughed lightly, and said, "Let's go, since Brother Long wants to keep us, we will wait here." But Brother Long has to think clearly, we alone can't kill Ye Huan. And even if Brother Long stays with us, he won't be able to save Ye Huan. ”

The expression on Long Ming's face finally loosened a little. He slowly returned the lover's eyes in his hand to the sheath, and said slowly: "It's just to do your part, and other things can only be left to fate." ”

With that, Long Ming turned his head and looked in the direction of the island in the distance.

The night was getting deeper, and the night was so dark that the surrounding scenery could not be seen clearly. The island in the distance is in darkness, and the scene above the island is naturally not visible. However, what is happening on the island at this moment, everyone also knows it.

Taiping Island is not peaceful.

There are many people in the world who want to kill Ye Huan, Long Ming stopped Shui Yunjian and other children of the rivers and lakes, and Zhang Baiyu stopped Lu Boqin.

However, the people in the entire rivers and lakes who want to kill Ye Huan are not just these two people.

It has been three days since Ye Huan went to the island. These three days are enough for all factions in the rivers and lakes to rush to Chashan, and then everyone from the seaport of Chashan, board the ship offshore, and land on the island one after another.

Masters of various sects, unborn heroes, everyone has gone to the island one after another. The purpose of these people is to come to Ye Huan.

It was a morning, and the morning mist rose and was blown away by the wind. On the island, peach trees are planted all over the place. The peach trees are green and brittle, exuding a fragrant fragrance of herbs and trees.

In the morning mist, in the peach forest, in the fragrance of plants and trees, there is a faint smell of blood.

Carefully discerning, the faint smell of blood came from a farmhouse yard in the middle of the island.

It was an ordinary courtyard, spacious, but very simple, with earthen walls made of broken stones.

Today, this ordinary farm yard has gathered countless people.

On one side are the masters of various sects and factions in the rivers and lakes, and each of them is a well-known figure in the rivers and lakes.

On the other side, this is the Demon Sect disciple led by Zhao Sanniang.

The two sides stand opposite each other, just like the Chu River and the Han border, and they are clearly distinguished.

And in the midst of them stood a man with a sword. The man was dressed in a black robe and wore a mask on his face. Holding a knife in his hand.

This knife is the saber of Zhao Xihua, the leader of the Demon Sect, called the Killing Knife. At this moment, he was holding a killing knife, dripping blood beads down the blade.

"Which one else?" With a knife in his hand, he said lightly.

Everyone looked at his figure, whether it was a disciple of the Demon Sect or a master of the rivers and lakes, they were all terrified.

It's been a day and a night, and this person has been fighting the masters of the Jianghu sect, and he hasn't been defeated. Don't say that the fierce battles are rare masters in the rivers and lakes, but fighting for such a day and a night consumes a lot of physical strength.

After changing others, I am afraid that I have already died of exhaustion, but it is hard to believe that this person is still standing.

In one night, he has defeated many masters of the rivers and lakes, and some people's realm is not inferior to him, but they are still narrowly defeated in their hands.

The disciples of the Hidden Dragon Temple are really extraordinary!

At this moment, he opened his mouth to fight, everyone, you look at me, I look at you, look at each other, and for a while, no one dares to fight.

At this time, someone stood up and arched his hand at Ye Huan and said, "Si Kongshou, please fight with Your Excellency." ”

This person is not the next person, it is the one who went to Dongying with Ye Huan, and he picked up the stars with his skillful hands.

After he stood up, everyone was a little surprised, and muttered: "Isn't Si Kongshou in a relationship with Ye Huan, how could this person come out to challenge Ye Huan?" ”

Someone whispered: "The devil is not at odds, this kind of thing, what kind of friends do you care." Si Kongshou stood up at this time, also to draw a line with Ye Huan. ”

Ye Huan stood with his sword in his hand, glanced at his empty hand, and said, "Please." ”

Boom!

With a crisp sound, the cat's claw of the weapon in Sikong's hand popped out, and it was pitch black and bright, and at the first time, he attacked Ye Huan.

Sikongshou is nicknamed Picking Stars, and what he is most proud of is that he is known for his speed in light work. As soon as he made a move, everyone's eyes flickered, and it felt like a black shadow flashing, and they couldn't even see the action of the empty hand.

Call!

Ye Huan stuck the knife in his hand on the ground and took the cat's claw empty-handed. The speed of the empty hand is fast, and Ye Huan's speed is not slow at all. Moreover, this was still under the condition that Ye Huan had been fighting fiercely for a day and had a huge physical exertion.

I saw that on the field, two people fought fiercely. Inserting and changing moves, the actions of both sides, everyone can't see it clearly.

"Brother Ye, it's so big a deal! No matter what you do, you don't need to go against the whole world, right? In the process of fighting, Sikong Shou lowered his voice and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Step by step here, being forced to do this, what can I do." Ye Huan's tone was also a little helpless.

The two kept fighting, seemingly fierce, but in the process, the two kept talking in a whisper.

"Brother, don't do it so fast, I'm not as old as you." The empty hand blocked Ye Huan's fist.

Ye Huan changed his fists and palms, and whispered in his mouth: "What nonsense, I've been fighting all night, and I'm tired and tired, you think I'm easy." ”

"Brother Ye, you have to think about it, you can hold on for a while, but you can't hold on for a lifetime. Everyone sees that you are now at the end of the crossbow, so I will fight you one-on-one. But if everyone doesn't have the patience and everyone rushes up, can you stop it? ”

"Brother Ye, I'll think of a way for you, you hand over the Demon Sect Demon Girl. In other things, with your identity, they may not dare to make things difficult for you too much. Everyone's enmity is on the Demon Cult, not on you. So far, things can only be understood in this way. ”

Ye Huan knocked his fist aside and said, "It was okay before, but now it's really helpless." Old man, you slow down, I'm really tired. ”

Sikong was helpless, knowing that Ye Huan had already made up his mind, and it was difficult to change it, he said: "Okay, you take it slowly, I think of a way to let you rest, and now I can help you, that's all I can help." ”

Saying that, Sikong jumped back and withdrew from the battle group, he spoke, panting and said: "Your Excellency is really good kung fu, you and I have fought for three hundred rounds, and there is no victory or defeat." Let the old man breathe, and then fight with you to divide the victory and defeat. ”

As he spoke, Sikong sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and recuperated, and he also opened his mouth to the crowd: "This kid is mine, and none of you are allowed to do anything with him." Wait for me to slow down, and then fight him. ”

Ye Huan also sat cross-legged on the ground, his head hanging slightly, and fell into a false sleep. At this moment, he was really grateful to Si empty-handed. After a fierce battle for a day and a night, his body had already reached the point of running out of oil and drying up, and if he hadn't been empty-handed, he was afraid that he would be in danger of dying of exhaustion on the spot.

The other people on the field, looking at this scene, looked at each other, and some people had already seen that Sikong was trying to secretly help Ye Huan, but at this moment, they didn't know what to say.

(To be continued.) )