When the melodious flute begins to sound, it can be heard especially clearly in the quiet night of the mountains. Many people didn't understand what it meant at first, but some people who had never heard this kind of music before felt very pleasant, and they wondered when someone on Yuntou Mountain would play such a tune.

Of course, those rough and reckless people don't care about this, and they are still talking. However, after a few breaths, the melodious and gentle tone suddenly changed, and began to burst into flames, gradually filling with the sound of killing.

After a moment of strangeness and consternation, some of the more thoughtful people had already sensed something wrong in their hearts, and they ceased to talk and began to look for the source of the sound, and as more and more people stopped talking in the astonishment of their companions, the noise and noise in the hall gradually fell silent.

The sound of the flute pierced through the moonlight and through the darkness, and when it reached the prisoner's room, the woman who was trying to break free from the rope in the corner stopped her futile movements, her body stiffened for a moment, and then suddenly relaxed, tears welled up in her eyes that widened in the night, and her lips trembled and muttered to herself, and at this moment, the mixture of joy and sorrow was perhaps the most appropriate feeling.

Such a familiar rhythm, in this world, she knows that only one person can play so well...... He finally came, giving up everything just to live up to himself. Lang Qing is like this, no matter what the result is, even if he dies, it will not be in vain!

The tune of "Autumn Point Soldiers on the Battlefield" is actually not suitable for his current state of mind, but Yuan Zhao still played it casually. He was supposed to come to a song "Chivalrous Journey", but then he thought about it, it seemed a little too pretentious, would he be struck by lightning? Although there will be no thunder in this winter, forget it.

However, even a chivalrous man like "kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for a thousand miles", seeing what he did after tonight, I'm afraid he will retreat and be ashamed.

The site selection and construction of Qingwa Villa have been painstakingly constructed. In this excellent area on the southern slope of Yuntou Mountain, the trees are verdant, the spring and the water are flowing water, and it is built according to the mountain topography, from the foot of the mountain to this half of the slope, there are layers of buildings of uniform style. At its peak, three thousand disciples cultivated here, and the prestige of the Xuandao God spread far and wide, and no one dared to make trouble here without permission.

Tonight may be its doom, and after tomorrow, this piece of green mountains and green waters will become ghosts. In many legends that have been passed down many years later, every midnight, ghosts and fires on this mountain will be seen near and far, and no one will dare to ...... in this ruined mountain villa anymore.

In the original arrangement, there were more than a dozen defensive points from the foot of the mountain to here, and more than 100 patrolmen, who would closely monitor the surrounding movements, and immediately warn when there was any disturbance, or activate those mechanisms that had already been set up to kill the enemy.

But it is very strange that none of the more than 100 masters who are guarding everywhere can sound the alarm, and they die silently. As for the killing organs, they have become useless. It was as if there was a gust of wind, with a breath that was enough to kill, silently swept by, and took these lives one by one in an orderly manner.

It's just that when the blood blooms like a night flower, the afterimage that took away their lives flashed in the eyes of every dead person, it seems to be just an illusion, and it seems so real, illusory as if it has seen a ghost, and the real pain is ...... extreme!

Outside the hall, where everyone gathered, was a wide courtyard, which was originally a gentle area on the hillside, but it was later transformed into a martial arts arena, and all the disciples of the Blue Wa Villa were very familiar with this place, because this was once the place where they practiced martial arts and sweated blood and sweat.

Time is shallow, the moonlight is like a plain, the flute sound is clear and broad, and when the high note starts, it is like a broken silk, and it begins to make people's hearts beat faster. Many of the people in the hall who had advanced cultivation were already taken aback in their hearts. A thought came to mind at the same time, and here he is! Yuan Zhao...... It had to be him!

Swords and swords began to unsheath, killing was everywhere, and without saying anything more, everyone knew what to do. This opponent who has defeated the Xuandao God is very strong, and you must brace yourself to deal with him. According to the plan long ago, the disciples of Qingwa Mountain Villa and the people in the hidden sect were separated, dozens of people were in a group, once they found the enemy's traces, they would immediately entangle him, and the rest of the people would rush up and attack him, and they would kill him quickly.

But the man who was quietly moving and wanted to jump out of the hall tried to keep his eyes wide open, looking at the courtyard outside in the hazy moonlight, but he could not see the shadow of the man. At this moment, as if the other party was also aware of these people's actions, the sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and the outside became silent, and it fell silent again.

Such silence makes people's hearts even more unsettling. None of the people who had been arranged at the bottom of the mountain gave warning of the enemy's coming, which was a bad sign, could it be that they were all killed by the people who came? No one would believe this result, although they already had some doubts in their hearts.

In any case, the great enemy is by his side, as long as he does not run and dares to show up, it will be a certain death, but no one doubts this. In their cognition, a person who can escape from the siege of hundreds of martial arts masters can no longer be called a human being, that is a demon!

Normally, people can't become demons, and demons can't become adults, but some people are more demonic than demons, and when the enemy realizes it, it's too late to regret it!

In a few moments, many of the able-bodied people had jumped into the courtyard, some on the roof, some on the high wall, looking for suspicious traces around, but there was no trace of the person. Only the slight collision of swords in the moonlight made people feel extremely nervous. The torches all around were lit, and the hillside was as bright as day, and if the enemy appeared, it would be impossible to escape.

It was in such a tense atmosphere that a few slight muffled snorts sounded, which attracted special attention, among which more than 20 people led by the old man named Ye Wuxun were closest to the source of the sound, he made a gesture, and everyone quickly jumped from the roof of the house and came to the backyard, where the room where the hostages were held was dark and silent. And the people who were guarding the door are gone.

Ye Wuxun's heart sank slightly, holding a sword to protect his chest, and when he approached to take a closer look, he saw that in the light, more than a dozen people were lying in front of the door, sticky blood flowed all over the ground, and his body was still trembling slightly, obviously just dead.

This surprise is not trivial, these people in charge of guarding are not weak, they were killed in an instant, from the direction of the fall, it is obvious that they didn't even have time to fight back, and this is not a person, but more than a dozen masters, such a speed of being killed in seconds, the other party who came at this moment is a person or a ghost!

However, before he could figure out this problem, there were already screams in the crowd of people who heard the sound and chased them out in the distance. The enemy who wandered in the darkness finally appeared.

"Aren't you going to kill me? Now here I am. So who comes first? Oh, there's no need to rush...... I can't escape anyway! ”

Killing the two sword-wielding men standing in the place where he suddenly appeared, the young man named Yuan Zhao shook off the blood on the tip of the knife with a smile, carried it on his shoulder, and pointed at the large number of enemies on the opposite side, and his tone seemed a little indifferent.

The knife is an ordinary Han knife, and the boy is an ordinary boy. However, at this moment, this person stood there with a knife, and he looked extraordinary.

In the canopy of the tall tree not far behind him, Liu Shu, the county lord of Huainan, stayed there quietly, wrapped in an embroidered red-edged black cloak, which still carried his temperature, although he was in a high place, he didn't feel cold at all.

From the time she heard the sound of the bamboo flute, and a great hope began to rise in her heart, to the time when he killed all the guards, rescued her, and then brought her to the top of the canopy, and told her to stay and not move, and waited here to take her away when it was all over, and only a quarter of an hour had passed.

Liu Shu stared at the figure at her feet with an idiotic gaze, the shadow was infinitely elongated by the firelight, and at this moment, in her eyes, it seemed so tall and majestic, that was the safest dependence in the world! He came here for himself, so single, in the face of hundreds of people, he issued a challenge in a dismissive tone.

How lucky it is to meet such a hero as a companion in this life! Liu Shu suddenly thought of the story that circulated in the land of Chuhuai, Xiang Yu, the invincible overlord of Western Chu in the world, was surrounded on all sides, and in the face of the thousands of troops and horses of the Han army, he did not retreat at all. In the last battle, he was no longer fighting for the hegemony of the emperor of the country, but just for the woman who danced to the city and sent the king, drew her sword and killed herself!

has lost the peerless hero of the world, and he no longer cherishes this red dust. So he had no intention of crossing the Wujiang River and making a comeback, so he chose to follow and go to .......

"If you want to fight, go and fight! If you have any insincerity, I will definitely follow you, and I will never fail ......! ”

The same Fanghua peerless woman muttered to herself, she believed that although he couldn't hear it, he would definitely be able to feel it, Jun is me, this battle, I will be Jun, pour out this life, no regrets!

Yuan Zhao under the tree naturally couldn't hear the thoughts of the people on the tree, because his ears were now filled with the sound of killing. Hearing his arrogant challenge, everyone was furious! As a martial arts cultivator, is it tolerable, who can't bear it!?

Whether it was a disciple of Qingwa Villa or a person from the Kyushu Hidden Sect from the Central Plains, everyone's fighting spirit reached its peak at this moment. Even if they don't have the hatred they used to have, just for tonight, they will cut the body of the person in front of them into pieces, so as to vent the hatred in their hearts!

At this moment, the bright moon is in the sky, and the Black Eagle Army in Wang Wei City is cleaning up the mess. The Han army of Louchuan on the Datong River has also helped to exterminate all the enemies. On the other side of the sea, in Chang'an City, the imperial capital of the Han family, Emperor Liu Che was excitedly flipping through the latest good news. Outside the distant Yanmen Pass, the Hun cavalry is planning to launch a more fierce attack tomorrow.......

In the Qingwa Villa of Yuntou Mountain, Yuan Zhao had a Han knife in his hand, facing the surging killing machine that was rolling like a tide, and under the stars and moon, he slashed out the first knife!