It was night, and the moon was dark and windy tonight, and the dense dark clouds covered the moonlight. 【Book by】

Fang Changyuan's front and rear flanking team had already been fully equipped, and one hundred and fifty people were on standby outside Fulong Village.

Another 200 people, led by the four-armed Tianwu, have also entered the mountain road and are preparing the entire army.

Feihuang Village is waiting to launch a final assault and wipe out Fulong Village in one fell swoop.

Fang Changyuan suddenly felt a tremor under his feet, and the earth was buzzing and shaking by the surging footsteps.

Then, before he could react, there was a mixed "Kill!" mixed with 200 people trying to survive*. "Resounding throughout Fulong Mountain.

Sikong Yao led all the male prisoners to break through, and the melee in the dark night had arrived*.

The members of Feihuang Village were shocked, and rushed forward to meet the battle with the big knife in their hands.

Sikong Yao took the lead, holding two unedged short knives, and led three hundred prisoners to rush forward.

Hundreds of people roared in unison, and for the sake of freedom, they collided with the people of Feihuangzhai and fought hard to resist.

Raw* ignites their potential, and after they have eaten enough, their bodies burst out with amazing strength.

They waved the weapons in their hands indiscriminately, and there was no order, but the morale of the Flying Emperor Village was defeated one after another.

The fire reflected half of the night sky, and the firelight made the people of Feihuangzhai have nothing to hide.

No one would be more familiar with the topography of Fulong Mountain than He Bufan, and Feihuang Village looked embarrassed.

The prisoners began to fight more and more courageously, and they fought hard to return to their homeland.

Half an hour later, Feihuangzhai finally couldn't resist the pressure, and blew the horn in the chaos, and Fang Changyuan took the lead in evacuating.

Fang Beishan shouted: "Father! To the Saigon Plain, which is so spacious that we can't get any advantage in Phu Long Mountain! ”

With an order, Feihuangzhai hurriedly evacuated to the Saigon Plain.

He Bufan waved his hands, put the spear behind him, exchanged a look with Sikong Yao, and then ran quickly in the direction of Fulong Mountain Road.

Sikong Yao led the army to continue the pursuit.

The momentum of Fulong Village is like a rainbow. Rampage all the way, when Feihuang Zhai fled to the Saigon Plain, the number of troops was less than 100.

Now that Sikong Yao's army was in full swing, Fang Beishan hurriedly shouted, "Father." What to do now! ”

Fang Changyuan gritted his teeth angrily, "Damn eight-armed Heavenly Wu, why hasn't he captured Fulong Village yet!" ”

Fang Beishan shouted angrily again: "Father! Fulongzhai is here again! ”

As soon as Fang Changyuan turned around, a black army surged up in an instant.

Fang Changyuan roared: "It's a mistake to divide the forces into two parts, go to the mountain road and join the eight-armed Heavenly Wu!" ”

At the same time, Fulong Mountain Road.

The elite troops of Fulongzhai led by Meng Xiyao also launched a surprise attack, and Chen Da Tu and Lin Qianting were obviously not opponents of the four-armed Tianwu.

The four-armed Tianwu hurriedly took off the longbow on his back, but a nine-ring broadsword had already slashed over.

The four-armed Tianwu stopped the longbow one by one and slashed it, and the blade cut a sharp white mark on the longbow, bursting out with a trace of fire.

In the dark. The four-armed Tianwu and Meng Xiyao took the lead in the confrontation.

The four-armed Tianwu was shocked and took ten steps back, and scolded: "It turned out to be you, you let you escape during the day, and you still dare to come back!" ”

As he spoke, the four-armed Tianwu ran backwards as if he was flying, and the advantage of the bow and arrow was the distance.

Boom bang bang three times in a row. The stainless steel flying feather arrow is nailed to the nine-ring broadsword.

The blade was covered with a layer of lilac aura, and Meng Xiyao rushed forward again.

The existence of the four-armed Tianwu is the key to the victory or defeat of the two villages, and Meng Xiyao can't let him join the battle circle.

Meng Xiyao jumped to the top of the slope, and Tianwu ran and kept distancing himself from Meng Xiyao.

The four-armed Tianwu turned around and tore off the bowstring in a hurry, and a series of arrows flew in.

In the dark night, the shouting of killing gradually subsided, and Meng Xiyao chased after the four-armed Tianwu.

The leaders of both sides left the battlefield. Chasing all the way on the vast mountain road, the remaining troops had no intention of fighting, and they were stalemate with each other.

The four-armed Tianwu let out a roar and turned to draw his bow.

Meng Xiyao bent down and stared at the enemy's movements, the soles of his feet slowly moved sideways, and the wrist holding the nine-turn broadsword slowly rotated in circles.

The four-armed Tianwu stared at Meng Xiyao intently. The previous battles had already given him a rough estimate of Meng Xiyao's combat power.

The tip of the arrow trembled slightly, and the four-armed Tianwu knew that it had reached the juncture of a life-and-death decisive battle, and if Meng Xiyao was allowed to get close to him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Meng Xiyao was silent, and the demonic purple aura in his eyes was a little stronger. The wrist of the whirling knife whirred, and then it became faster and faster, until the nine-ring broadsword danced into a white light that could not be penetrated.

"Drink!"

The four-armed Tianwu shouted violently, and then three flying feather arrows flew out.

Meng Xiyao was like a black panther in the dark night, a little purple light jumped, and he had already rushed out.

Fang Changyuan had already joined the troops of the garrison on the mountain road, but he didn't see Tianwu's figure for a long time.

"The archer! Where the hell did it go! ”

"Report to the owner of the village, the eight-armed Tianwu was led away by the local general with a knife."

Fang Changyuan frowned slightly, the general with a knife?

"Why does Chen Da Belly have such ability?"

Fang Changyuan didn't know about the existence of Meng Xiyao, and suffered a secret loss.

Fang Beishan urged: "Father! Now that Tianwu is gone, what should we do? ”

Fang Changyuan gritted his teeth and said: "The whole army goes out and attacks Fulong Village, Sikong Yao's pursuers are behind, at this time, the defense of Dazhai must be in deficit, as long as we can capture Fulong Village and occupy the geography, then the anti-guest will be the main thing, and take Sikong Yao in one fell swoop!" ”

Feihuangzhai reorganized the army, and after the three hundred armies converged, they rushed up the mountain together.

"Whoosh", an extremely slight sound of wind wafted, and Meng Xiyao's ears moved sensitively, distinguishing that it was the sound of arrows.

Meng Xiyao stopped the cold arrow of the four-armed Tianwu with his sword, turned around and flashed into the darkness, catching up with the four-armed Tianwu.

The four-armed Tianwu secretly felt bad, and the Kuimu longbow stepped forward and was cut into two pieces by the nine-ring broadsword.

The four-armed Tianwu took out four daggers and fought with Meng Xiyao.

Meng Xiyao slashed the knife with his backhand, spilling out a devastating golden light.

The blade of the knife concealed the rising firelight, and the scorching flames flickered in front of Tian Wu's eyes, and Tian Wu's eyes suddenly narrowed.

The master has made a move, and the victory or defeat is only a moment.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding" sounded four times in a row, and all the daggers of the four-armed Tianwu were cut off by the nine-ring broadsword.

The four-armed Tianwu was already at the end of his strong crossbow, so he could only throw four flying feather arrows with his hands.

Meng Xiyao held the knife in both hands, and his whole body flipped in the air, and the tip of the knife was nailed into the ground. The long knife is slightly curved.

The four-armed Tianwu threw out a new round of flying feather arrows, making a final struggle.

The next moment, Meng Xiyao's head and feet, with the help of the elastic force of the blade, flashed the flying feather arrow in the air in a chic polar somersault.

Meng Xiyao swept his knife cleanly when he was in mid-air. The quiver behind Tianwu flew into the air.

The moment he landed, the nine-ring big knife was on the neck of the four-armed Tianwu, and the victory was divided.

At the same moment, there was a loud crash on the mountain road, and the flames instantly rose up.

Three hundred torches reflected the shadow of a spear, and He Bufan led the remaining three hundred female prisoners to launch an ambush.

On the edge of the mountain road, there were 150 people on each side, bags of flour and rice were overturned from the peak, and all kinds of miscellaneous encouragement were poured down.

Ten thousand catties of dark yellow grain surged down, and the troops of Feihuangzhai rushed forward. Fang Beishan ran at the forefront and was the first to be caught off guard.

The rumbling sound was endless, and the landslide-like grain rice was poured on the Fulong Mountain Road.

The grains gathered into a river that roared and churned, and all the troops of the Flying Emperor Village were drowned under the pressure of the crops.

He Bufan stuck his spear on the ground. Then he knelt down on one knee, his robe fluttering fiercely in the cold wind of the night.

"Brethren, I have avenged you, and may your souls in heaven rest in peace."

Under Sikong Yao's planning, Fulongzhai captured Feihuangzhai almost without a single soldier.

Fang Changyuan struggled to poke his head out from under the pile of grains.

Before I could catch my breath, a little cold light shone. Chen's butcher's knife was already on his neck.

Fulong Village, the main hall of the village.

Sikong Yao looked coldly at the captured Fang family's father and son, as well as the four-armed Tianwu.

Fang Changyuan said in a mournful voice: "Master Sikong Dazhai, please let us two fathers and sons, all this is the idea of this multi-handed freak, our Feihuang Village is just threatened." ”

The four-armed Tianwu glared at Fang Changyuan viciously, and said angrily, "You damn old thief. If you hadn't lied to me that there was something delicious here, I would have had four hands cut off. ”

Sikong Yao looked at the two people who were scolding the dog bite dog underground, and said angrily: "Shut up for me, don't make any noise!" ”

Fang Changyuan obediently closed his mouth, and the four arms of the thick nerve Tian Wu snorted invariably.

Sikong Yao sighed. handed over the execution sentence to Huang Gang and said, "Brother Huang, you can arrange it, I'm so tired, I'm going to take a rest." ”

For two days in a row, Sikong Yao experienced too many periods that he had never experienced, first Wang Hong's death, then Wang Wei and Huo Zhengyuan, then Sha Fengzhi, and countless brothers in Fulongzhai.

All this may be nothing to Huanggang, who is accustomed to drinking blood, but it is still too heavy for Sikong Yao, a little girl who is new to the world.

Seeing that the friends who had fought with him in the past died in front of him one by one, he didn't have time to be sad, so he had to carry the banner of maintaining the integrity of Fulongzhai, and then negotiated with Huanggang to arrange tactics carefully.

The intense stress of two days in a row made her feel very tired at this time.

Huang Gang nodded, obviously he was more adept at finishing the work after the war than Sikong Yao.

Sikong Yao sat on the highest hill at the top of Fulong Mountain, bent his knees and hugged together, sobbing weakly.

Today is the 14th day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, and tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The wind rose in the middle of the night, and the moon in the sky was as wide and round as a jade plate, sprinkled with cold moonlight.

The wind in the night was exceptionally cool, and Sikong Yao hugged herself involuntarily, crying more and more pitifully.

So much had happened in the past three months, so much that she couldn't accept it.

Here, life is like a mustard, which will dissipate in an instant, and everyone has their own needs and values, values and meanings for survival.

In order to survive, people are forced to pick up knives and guns, why is that......

The more Sikong Yao questioned herself, the more she had a headache and the more sad she cried.

Quietly, someone gently draped a velvet coat for her.