There is a stream that flows not far away.

The stream is murmuring.

It's just that at this time, the originally clear stream water is already full of blood.

The blood on the muddy ground continued to collect into the stream.

The desperate worship of the Thunder Hall is still useful.

Although they were not the opponents of these Shangyuan Realm swordsmen, they still stopped these Shangyuan Realm swordsmen without considering their lives.

This only made the swordsman of the Shangyuan Realm snort angrily, but he was helpless.

Kill this, and someone will always pounce on you.

The most powerful mysterious swordsman also had an ugly look, but he didn't dare to move his body easily.

These silver needles are impossible to guard, and if he sweeps them, he will inevitably reveal empty doors. And the power of this silver needle, even he, can't help but be able to stand it.

With the last of his strength, Tie Lijie rushed to the creek and swept across it. Fell to one knee in despair.

Six-fingered's figure flickered like a ghost in the darkness towards Tie Li. Then, mixed with iron, he ran towards the outside of the village.

It is not known what his specific strength is, but this light skill can really be called the peak.

The thief of the rivers and lakes, the gentleman on the beam. It seems to be a normal thing to have a deep attainment in light work.

The mysterious sword was angry.

After dropping all the silver needles that had shot in front of him to the ground, he didn't care about stopping for the slightest, and hurriedly pulled out his legs and chased after Six Fingers.

Obviously, if he stays alive, he will most likely pose a threat to him and the forces behind him.

And as a powerhouse of the True Martial Realm, his light martial arts attainments are also extraordinary.

He was also extremely fast, cutting through the chaotic crowd and sweeping across the stream in the blink of an eye, disappearing into the darkness.

The rain is still falling.

There are dozens of enshrinements in the Thunder Hall in this short period of time, and there is very little left.

Just a few minutes later, there was no sound of fighting on the side of the stream. Only the brook still gurgling.

The Hall of Thunder enshrined all the dead.

A masked swordsman from the Shangyuan Realm spat on the ground in anger, and then covered his left arm.

Just now, the people of the Thunder Hall were desperately enshrined, and he, a swordsman of the Shangyuan Realm, was also injured.

Looking in the direction where Sixfinger and the mysterious swordsman disappeared, they didn't plan to chase them.

After just a little inspection, these Shangyuan Realm swordsmen quickly disappeared into the darkness, not knowing where they were going.

And that Xing Guangyuan's corpse, no one will pay attention to it.

Far outside Guanshan Village.

The mysterious swordsman stood on the open ground with a frown, the sound of wind and rain was swaying, and his face was very ugly.

for he lost it.

In front of him, Mo said that when he saw the figure of the six fingers again, he couldn't even hear the slightest sound.

Six-Finger's light skills seemed to be slightly stronger than him, which made him feel incredible.

But the facts are so in front of us.

This great master of the True Martial Realm was afraid that his heart was full of frustration at this time. Maybe after going back this time, I will work light work.

He wasn't the kind of person who dragged mud and water, so he swept around, and when he couldn't hear any movement, he turned back into the village.

In the darkness of the night.

Six fingers are still running with the iron on their backs.

This picture looks a little weird.

Because although the appearance of the six fingers at this time is rough, the figure is not very tall. He carried the burly iron on his back, as if a pheasant were carrying an ostrich.

And this "pheasant" is still able to walk like flying.

The grass beside him swayed as he swept and fell. There is rain splashing.

I don't know how far I ran before the village appeared.

Six Fingers was also tired and out of breath, rushed to the village, ran to a private house, and knocked on the courtyard door.

The sound of knock knock rang out in the rainy night.

"Who?"

It took dozens of seconds for a sound to come out of the room.

Then there was a clattering sound approaching the courtyard gate.

The door was opened.

A figure holding a fire fold in his left hand and an oil-paper umbrella in his right hand is revealed. The fire fold slightly illuminated his face, an old farmer about fifty years old.

Seeing the iron on Liuzhi'er's back and the Wanjun sword held by Liuzhi'er, the old farmer's eyes couldn't help but show a little panic.

"Fellow, can you allow the two of us to spend the night?" Six Fingers said sincerely to the old farmer.

Then thinking about it, he took out the Wudingtang token from his waist again, and said, "We are court officials, and we have been plotted by thieves." ”

The old farmer stretched out the fire fold, looked at the token, and immediately became a little respectful and enthusiastic, looked outside, and said, "Please come in quickly, please come in quickly." ”

Six fingers carried the iron on his back and entered the house.

At this time, Tie Lijie was broken, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Whoever is slapped by a powerhouse in the middle of the True Martial Realm is afraid that it will not be comfortable. The bones of his chest must have been broken.

The old farmer hurriedly closed the door and followed.

Inside the precincts, there are rows of thatched houses.

The old farmer walked straight into the main hall in the middle with six fingers, and said, "The small house is shabby, I'm afraid I will snub the two officials." ”

"Don't worry."

Six Fingers shook his head, put Tie Lixuan on the ground, and looked at Tie Liduan's expression, his face was a little ugly.

Unbuttoning Tie Li's chest, he could see that his chest had collapsed slightly.

The old farmer let out a slight gasp, "This lord ......"

He asked Liuzhi'er with an inquiring look, "Do you want to call Lang Zhong in the village?" ”

Six Fingers hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "Thank you, uncle, let's leave tomorrow, and we won't be in trouble." ”

The old farmer hesitated, "But this adult is injured ......."

"I can't die."

Six Fingers shook his head, but said again: "Can you please help us get two dry clothes, old man?" ”

The old farmer nodded again and again, and walked out of the house.

Six Fingers reached into his arms, took out a few silver needles and inserted them into Tie Liduan's chest, healing Tie Liduan's luck.

The sound of conversation sounded faintly in the hut next to it.

Soon after, the old peasant came in with two dry clothes. It's just next to it, and it's followed by the old woman.

This is naturally his wife.

Seeing the heavily injured Tie Li, there was a faint worry in the old woman's eyes.

As ordinary people, they are obviously still a little worried that they will be burned.

However, I have to say that Zhao Dongting's new policy in the past two years has indeed won the support of the people, although they are worried, the couple has no intention of letting them leave.

In the past, the people might not have accepted the court officials.

Six fingers gave Tie Li a long time to break his luck, then withdrew his hand and thanked the old farmer.

The old farmer took his wife back to the house.

Six Fingers changed dry clothes for himself and Tie Li, and stayed in this hut all night. All night, the six fingers didn't close their eyes, and their mouths didn't stop muttering.

The sky is bright.

The old farmer, his wife, his son, and daughter-in-law all got up early. The first thing is to go to this main hall to see the six fingers and the iron severe.

Tie Lixuan was injured and was still in a half-asleep and half-comatose state. Six fingers were napping against the table, and when he heard the sound, he immediately opened his eyes.

"Adult ......"

The old farmer's family was obviously in awe of him.

Six fingers looked at Tie Li, and said to the old farmer: "Dare to ask the old man if there are cars and horses at home?" ”

The old farmer looked a little embarrassed, "There is only one thatched cart." ”

Liuzhi'er said again: "Then can you bother the old man to send the two of us to Changsha City?" ”

As he spoke, he seemed to hesitate, but he still took out some silver money from his pocket and muttered, "This time it was really a good deed." ”

"Okay, okay."

The old peasant nodded again and again, but he did not reach out to take the money.

He turned his head to look at his son and said, "You go and bring the cart over and send the two adults to Changsha City." ”

His son, who must have been an honest man, just nodded his head and went out of the house.

Six Fingers stood up, stuffed the silver money into the old peasant's hand, and shouted outside the house: "I am still bothered to spread more grain and grass on the cart." ”

After a short time, an old man pulled a cart and walked out of the house.

Six Fingers sat on the edge of the carriage, the iron broken, and covered under the thatch.

The sky is high and the road is long.

The air after the rain is extremely fresh.

Six-fingered's legs swayed as the carriage jolted.

When he left the village, he didn't know what he was happy about, so he suddenly began to sing.

"The girl in the spring water courtyard is pretty and pretty......"

"Lao Tzu's waist is bulging......"

"Three taels of gold fell to the ground, let the girl call the godmaster......"

The young man driving in front of him probably hadn't heard such meat words, he wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare, and his face was a little red.