Bianliang has been here a long time ago, and he has been in the forest to the east.

When it was still dark, he found a huge tree, cut it with a watermelon sword, dug a hole like a falcon field, and hid in it.

One hid for three hours.

He saw Du Zhiqing walking up to the holy stop, and he also saw Meng Shulie and Zhan Song walking through the woods.

However, he didn't see the two groups of people fighting, and even when the streamer sword was robbed, the two groups didn't fight.

Then he saw Du Shiqing being thrown off the cliff.

The road was too far apart, and he couldn't see the rope tied to Du Zhiqing's body clearly.

At that moment, he stood up against the tree.

It was too late, he stomped his feet, squatted down again, and secretly said to himself: I'm sorry, Mr. Du, don't blame me, for the sake of Xuchang's friends, for Xue Mulan, I can't be discovered, in case these two groups of people don't fight each other, but join forces to deal with me, it will be dangerous.

When he was done, he waited patiently again.

He waited until it was dark, and then he heard the sound of a fight coming from the Holy Stop.

The sound of the fight grew louder and more urgent.

In the roar of the saints breaking the rocks and cracking the ground, there were also many wails.

It's done! Bianliang excitedly emerged from the giant tree and crept closer to the holy stop.

It was dark tonight, there was no moon or stars, and if there was no sound, he couldn't even tell the direction of the Holy Stop.

The sound was getting closer, but the figure was still not clear.

At this time, Bian Liang vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

As he walked, he suddenly heard the sound of the mountain rocks whistling beside him, was there someone fighting next to him? But there are no footsteps? Where did the rocks come from?

"Smack!" A small stone hit him, and it was immediately shattered, and he subconsciously stopped.

"That's not right!" In this night when they can't see their fingers, how can they fight, this is a trap!

He was about to turn around, but countless torches lit up in an instant, lighting up the entire night sky.

Hit the trick! Bianliang's heart sank, and his fists immediately clenched.

He looked around, by the woods, there was Zhan Song and his men, and by the wooden pillar, there were Meng Shulie's people, and he was completely surrounded.

The rubble just now was smashed by Meng Shulie.

"I can't think of it, I can't imagine it, the dignified Five Saints Li Changsheng will actually sneak around." Meng Shulie said excitedly.

With a streamer sword in one hand and a torch in the other, he slowly walked towards Bianliang.

The light of the torch reflected on the streamer sword, swaying constantly.

Bian Liang didn't answer, he saw that Zhan Song didn't move, and immediately pounced on Meng Shulie.

These two groups of people, although he didn't know why they were united, but their union, after all, was not monolithic.

Now Zhan Song was guarding the edge of the woods, if he ran that way, Meng Shulie would definitely follow, and once the two groups of people united, the possibility of him running out was even smaller.

Therefore, it is necessary to hit the Monshulie here first, and then run to the woods when the Zhan Song people move.

Moreover, now the position of the Zhan Song is condescending, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and Meng Shulie's position is much worse.

Bianliang jumped into the Beiping guards after a few jumps.

He slammed his fists on the ground, and the cliff immediately trembled, and the sky was full of rubble, covering the sky, wrapping Bianliang's figure, and even the light of the torch was blocked by the rubble.

Rubble flew around, the ground shattered, and a huge pit appeared around Bianliang's whole person, and two people had no time to retreat, they were smashed into the pit, their torches were extinguished by the rubble, and their screams revealed their positions.

"Kill!" Bian Liang shouted, and his hand was even more ruthless, and a seaweed slapped on the stone, carrying the gravel in the sky, and pounced on the two of them.

However, gravel can block the torch, but it can't stop the streamer!

The sword light flashed away.

Meng Shulie's sword was very fast, so fast that before the gravel fell, he had already rushed into the pit with his sword.

At this moment, there was no torch in his hand, and the blade of the sword immediately darkened.

In the dark, it is scary not to see the sword.

What's even more terrifying is that at the moment Meng Shulie entered the pit, with the help of the bright light, he had already locked on Bianliang's figure.

Change your course or you'll be stabbed.

In the midst of the crisis, Bianliang took advantage of the momentum to roll on the spot and stopped.

He couldn't see the sword light, but he could hear the screech of the sword piercing the air.

Because he himself is a master of using swords, the practice of frog stabbing allows him to accurately judge the position of the streamer, and this sword passes in front of him.

Kill! This time he shouted in his heart, his fists slammed into the ground again, and when the ground gravel flew up, the first wave of gravel just hit the ground, and the two people who had just escaped the catastrophe were smashed into a new pit before they had time to get out of the pit.

Die! Bianliang had already seen the position of the two at the moment of punching, and he had no scruples about punching this time, only listening to two loud "bangs", and the two people were smashed into the pit in the pit, and they didn't even leave a wail.

Monshulie didn't draw his sword this time, he stood on the edge of the rubble with a gloomy face.

He was waiting, waiting for the gravel to be lower than his eyes.

At the same time, he waved his hand and motioned for the guards to retreat and retreat far away.

When the gravel reached its highest, it was almost one and a half high, and in the blink of an eye, the gravel fell, and Monshulie saw the Bianliang in the pit, facing away from him.

Opportunity! He immediately leaped to his feet, like an arrow, and stabbed Bianliang in the back.

"What a terrible swordsmanship!" Bian Liang said with a smile.

Because the weight of a human being is far heavier than that of a sword, and even a human flying with a sword, how can this speed be compared to a sword stabbed in the flat ground, let alone compared to his stabbing frog technique.

Moreover, Monschulie's sword did not change at all in the air.

It can be seen that he is a novice with a sword.

Such a person, even with a streamer sword, is easy to deal with.

Bianliang slammed his fists into the ground again, and in doing so, he did a somersault, his feet pointing up, right in the chest.

These two kicks were a little hasty, and he couldn't use all his strength, but with the strength of Bianliang, if it weren't for Meng Shulie is body of the Four Saints, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get up even if he didn't die.

Monshulie was kicked far away, but he immediately got up, waved his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the expression on his face became even more hideous.

But the sword in his hand trembled a little.

However, he didn't have time to adjust, because Bianliang was chasing down his men.

Without the danger of the streamer sword, a group of three saints, in the dark night, were not Bianliang's opponents at all.

Thundered! Bianliang threw a few more punches in a row, and several people fled slowly and were led into the pit by him.

Pit killing begins! Bianliang gritted his teeth.

He killed these waves very easily, but he was a little unbearable in his heart.

Killing people is not what he likes after all, but right now, in order to survive, he has no choice.

I'm sorry! Bian Liang thought silently in his heart, and his fists came out with the wind again.

This time, however, his fist was empty.

Because there is a sword wind, it is extremely fierce, just like the wind sound made by his stabbing frog technique.

That kind of voice, he was all too familiar.

What the sword wind refers to is that there is no way to avoid it.

Fortunately, his body is as soft as seaweed.

He struggled to raise his head and dodged at an uncanny angle, the cold blade almost stabbing against his neck.

After avoiding it, Bianliang's heart beat violently, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.

At that moment just now, it was really a narrow escape from death.

But before he could see who was holding the sword, it drew an arc and slashed at him again.

The gravel falls, and the streamer rises again!

The light was so bright that he couldn't even open his eyes.

The light was so terrifying, as if even the air had been cut off by it.

Fortunately, this sword uses slashing, not stabbing.

No matter how fast the sword is, it can't be as fast as one-tenth of the stab, and at this speed, Bianliang can easily deal with it.

He rolled over and fell to the ground, kicking hard with both feet, like a frog shooting out.

And the fist in his hand, like an arrow off the string, smashed into the man who wielded the sword.

He didn't use the seaweed fist for this blow, but he believed that in the face of absolute speed, the person in front of him would have no way to dodge.

Following the fist road, borrowing the firelight, he saw that the man was green shirt and one arm, with a sneer on his face, it was Zhan Song.

He's coming from the edge of the woods!

Not good! This isn't the streamer you just had!

Bian Liang immediately became alert, and he immediately twisted his waist, his body like a seaweed flying in the air.

"Snort." It was the sound of a sword piercing through his clothes, and a bloody cut was cut on Bianliang's shoulder.

Dodged! That's great!

Bianliang endured the pain and continued to move forward with his fists.

Two people, two swords, and Zhan Song is still a master of swordsmanship, being entangled by such two people, his situation is much more dangerous.

This time, be sure to take down one first.

Zhan Song's sword just now was too fierce, and the streamer sword was slashed behind him, at this moment, he didn't have time to put away the sword, it was a good time to attack.

This punch must hit him, even if it doesn't hit the vital point, it will also hurt him.

Suddenly, a huge force struck, hitting Bianliang's back, knocking him out of the way, and his fist naturally missed.

"How's this punch?" Meng Shulie blew on his left hand, and just now he not only stabbed a sword, but also punched at the same time.

The beam rolled forward until it reached the side of the column.

The force of this punch was huge, but it didn't hurt him.

The level of the Four Saints, if you want to hurt his body, you have to continue to punch dozens of punches in one place.

Just like Sun Wancheng's fist point stacking, if he was replaced by a Four Saints master, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

However, how could there be so many Four Holy Masters in the world.

Bianliang gently supported the ground with his hand, and the man stood up.

"To bully more and less, and to say with face." He said coldly, thinking secretly about how to get out.

Behind him was the sea, but he didn't want to jump into the sea until he had to.

If you don't jump into the sea, you can only rush in the direction of the woods.

He looked at the two streamers that were slowly approaching, and suddenly accelerated towards the south.

The holy stop is so big, just to fight guerrillas!