Meng Ziyun was born in sorrow and died in peace.

The Changshan Sword Sect has lived in Tianfeng Ridge for a long time, far away from the secular rivers and lakes, and has lived too comfortably, and has long lost the vision of judging the situation and lacking the sense of crisis that should be possessed for survival.

The Yellow Turban bandits came to attack and kill the Changshan Sword Sect this time, with a total of two or three thousand troops, even if there were more than 100 casualties at this time, but in general, they only injured the skin.

On the other hand, although the disciples of the Changshan Sword Sect were only killed or injured by more than half a hundred, for the Changshan Sword Sect, which only had a total of more than three hundred people, it was already a broken heart.

Time is life for them, and the longer they delay, the worse it will be.

In the process of the Yellow Turban bandits retreating and standby, it was the best time for them to break through, but they did not grasp it in time, and when Wang Kun and Lan Shu, who had already regained their senses, reacted, it was already too late.

The two sides relapsed into a confrontation situation, and the Yellow Turban bandits did not withdraw from the door, but guarded the gates on both sides.

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, and the temporary calm and harmony at this time indicates that there will be a greater storm coming.

Leaning slightly, more than a dozen figures appeared behind Lei Gongtoutuo and Bai Que.

Seeing that the enemy's forces were surging more and more, Wu Pozhi of the Changshan Sword Sect secretly shouted in his heart, and raised his voice with a hint of luck: "We don't care who you are, attacking my Changshan Sword Sect is nothing more than for money. As long as you are willing to let my Changshan Sword Sect live, I, Wu Pozhi, will offer all the wealth in the door with both hands, and swear that I will never pursue it afterwards. ”

"What do you think of my proposal? lest so many people die in vain. ”

"Old five, you!" The Flame Daoist looked at the fifth junior disciple Wu Pozhi in disbelief, and suddenly his anger came up again, "Old Five, haven't you seen so many dead disciples on the ground?" Where do you leave them by doing so? He didn't care about the wealth in the door that Wu Pozhi said, but he cared more about the resentful spirits of the dead disciples.

The rest of the senior brothers, except for Lan Shu and Wang Kun who understood Wu Pozhi's meaning, also looked at Wu Pozhi in disbelief, in their impression, the fifth junior brother should not be greedy for life and afraid of death.

Bang Bang Bang!

The applause behind Lei Gongtoutuo rang out, and a person walked out from behind him, looking at Wu Pozhi with a smile: "What a handsome man who knows current affairs, in order to take care of the overall situation, he can bend and stretch." It's a pity that your brothers and sisters can't understand your righteousness. ”

When Pei Yuanshao said this, he suddenly changed his words, and said with resentment: "However, this time your senior brother is right!" From the day I Pei Yuanshao left the Changshan Sword Sect, I said that the day I Pei Yuanshao returned, it was the time when your Changshan Sword Sect wiped out the faction! ”

"It's you!"

When they saw Pei Yuanshao's face clearly, the Flame Daoren, Lan Shu, Wang Kun, Wu Pozhi and others exclaimed in surprise. At the same time, I have also understood that today's affairs are no longer good.

Pei Yuanshao playfully admired their reactions and expressions, but then, he stopped talking nonsense, and spit out a cold word in his mouth: "Kill!" ”

Poor people must have something to hate, and vice versa, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and the grievances between the two sides are no longer clear, and this can no longer be resolved with words.

Kill!!!

Pei Yuanshao gave an order, and immediately killed the Yellow Turban bandits, and the mountain of bandits rushed forward like a tsunami, and the shouts of killing were echoed by the surrounding walls, which was even more huge than before, resounding in the night sky.

"Array!" Lan Shu, who had regained his senses, let out a loud shout, and the disciples of the Sword Sect quickly formed a five-strand Beiyue Heavenly Peak Formation.

The distance of ten zhang is only between the moments, and the two conveniences have been short-handed. Bright red and bright red, in the blood mist flying in the sky, the air was filled with a rich bloody atmosphere.

The Flame Daoist shouted, and the sword light of the 'Fire Robbery Sword' in his hand flashed, and along the way, a fiery aura swept towards the place where the Yellow Turban bandits were the most.

Before the more than a dozen bandits could understand what was happening, they fell down in the flying stumps and severed arms and the evaporated mist of blood.

The body shape does not stop, and the sword light of the fire robbery sword is also non-stop, and the people of the Fire Dao are like tigers entering a flock, and there is no one around them. The sword rises and falls, harvesting the flesh and blood of the bandits.

The Fire Dao people were rising to kill, and an alarm suddenly appeared in their hearts. In the perception, there were two cold airs behind him mixed with strong killing intent, directly attacking his two vital points.

Dangdang!

He was busy running the internal qi, and after slashing three more bandits, he forcibly moved seven inches to the left. The fire sword in his hand was offensive and defensive, and in the two crashes, it knocked away an attacking halberd and pointed at the tip of a long whip.

"All the disciples listen to the order! Beiyue Tianfeng Array, follow me to help the second senior brother! Lan Shu's eyes were sharp, and after killing the two bandits, he saw the Flame Dao people who were surrounded, and he wanted to command his disciples to go and relieve the siege.

"Your opponent is me!" With a coquettish sound, Bai Que kicked away a Sword Sect disciple, and with the reaction force of this kick, he jumped in front of Lan Shu with his twin swords, intercepting his way.

Without waiting for Lan Shu to react, the white sparrow's twin swords fluttered, and the sword light struck his two vital points like butterfly wings.

Lan Shu had fought with Bai Que before, and knew that her strength was no less than his own, so he hurriedly stopped his body rushing forward, his steps were shaky, his body shape was measured, and he avoided two sword lights.

At the same time, he avoided it and did not forget to fight back, and with a flexible twist of his right wrist, the long sword in his hand slashed along the long sword of Bai Que's left hand.

Bai Finch's pretty face, which was as cold as ice, did not show the slightest fluctuation, and the long sword in his left hand leaned sideways, trembling, and bounced off the attack of the blue book.

The two attacked and defended each other, and they fought on a par.

At the same time, Wang Kun and Wu Pozhi were also aware that the Agni Dao people were surrounded, and the sword light in their hands flashed, and when the sword light flashed, there would be thieves and bandits who fell to the ground, as if they were in a no-man's land.

Pei Yuanshao, who had been on the sidelines, found that in the battle between the two sides, his own side suffered more casualties. Of course, this was because of the clever methods of the Flame Dao people and others, but the biggest reason was the subtlety of the Beiyue Heavenly Peak Array.

For him, although his subordinates are just cannon fodder, he does not allow them to be consumed in such a plain way. A long howl! The spear in Pei Yuanshao's hand turned into a meteor, and the tip of the spear hit a sword curtain.

Rumble!

The sword curtain shattered, and the disciples of the Sword Sect flew upside down and vomited blood. On the other hand, Pei Yuanshao saw that he had stopped his shaking figure after taking a few steps back.

It can be seen that in terms of skill, he is superior to Lei Gongtoutuo, who also hit the sword curtain.

The Yellow Turban bandits were not stupid, and when they saw the disciples of the Sword Sect who were thrown to the ground, they swarmed up. The disciples of the Sword Sect had already been wounded, fighting and retreating in the midst of the dead and wounded. It's a pity that the space is too small, but their subconscious self-preservation actions disrupt the smoothness of the formation formed by the other disciples, and they soon became chaotic.

Screams rang out, and I didn't know whose hands and feet were separated from my body, let alone whose blood stained me red.

Yang Daji held the halberd in his hand, slammed the ground, stabilized the figure that was knocked away by the Flame Dao people, forcibly resisted the oncoming heat wave, and waved the halberd in his hand to attack the Flame Dao people again.

The long whip in his hand waved regularly, dissipating the fiery energy of the Flame Dao people sticking to the long whip, as if he had discussed it with Yang Daji, and the long whip in his hand also rolled towards the Flame Dao people again.

At the same time, there was also a spear that flashed with electric light, and it was also attacking the vital point that the Flame Dao people would save.

The Flame Dao people were in danger, swept away more than a dozen swords with one sword, and killed five of them. Nei Qi was transported to his body, his legs kicked, and his broad back slammed into the most dense place of the Yellow Turban bandits, but along the road, the sound of broken bones and bursting was heard, and countless screams and screams were corresponding, and I don't know how many people fell to the ground.

Instead, the Flame Dao people took advantage of the enemy's large number of people and skillfully resolved the encirclement of the three masters.

Lei Gongtoutuo, Yang Daji, and Su Gu wanted to continue the pursuit, but they were stopped by the Yellow Turban bandits in the chaos.

"Fuck off! Get out of here! Wang Kun was anxious in his heart, and he slashed a few Yellow Turban bandits who attacked him, and wanted to step forward to intercept Yang Daji, but he didn't notice that a spear was piercing his waist.

"Fourth Senior Brother! Dangerous! A warning shouted, and when Wang Kun reacted, he found that a person was blocking his side, and the tip of a spear pierced through the person's abdomen, and the tip of the spear still had blood dripping from it.

Looking at the familiar back, his heart seemed to be grabbed, and suddenly he froze, Wang Kun's eyes gradually filled with tears, and tears quickly burst out of his eyes.

He held the swaying figure in front of him, and choked with tears in his eyes: "Seventh Senior Brother, why?" Why did you block this blow for me? It's not that he doesn't want to shout, it's that he can't shout in grief.

It was Wang Kun's seventh junior brother Zhang Han who blocked Pei Yuanshao's spear for him, a person who usually spoke little, was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. A month ago, Zhang Han was originally asked to take the elite disciples down the mountain to practice, but he gave the opportunity to the sixth junior disciple, but he chose to stay.

Zhang Han knew that it was Wang Kun who was holding him, so he didn't look back and said, "Fourth senior brother, survive." "Until he died, he had no extra nonsense.

"Since the feelings are so deep, then you brothers and sisters should go together! Drink! ”

Pei Yuanshao ignored the warmth between Wang Kun and Zhang Han's brothers, and saw that Zhang Han was holding the spear and couldn't pull it out. He simply screamed, and used the tip of the spear that had penetrated Zhang Han to push forward, and went straight to Wang Kunzha.

At this critical moment, Zhang Han, who was not yet dead, used his remaining physical strength to push Wang Kun in the direction of Wu Pozhi with his backhand. However, his body was pushed directly by Pei Yuanshao towards a sword curtain composed of disciples of the Sword Sect.

Although the disciples of the Sword Sect withdrew in time, they were already unable to avoid it, and under Pei Yuanshao's intentional acceleration, several disciples in the front row were knocked out alive. With the force generated by the impact, the tremor caused by it, he found that the spear body that was clenched by Zhang Han loosened.

Although it was only for a moment, Pei Yuanshao would not miss it, taking advantage of the momentum to rotate the spear in his hand quickly, and under the urging of Nei Qi, he turned Zhang Han's abdomen and hands into minced meat and threw them out.

"Seventh Senior Brother!"

"Brute! I'm fighting with you! ”

Just after being caught by Wu Pozhi, before he could stabilize his figure, Wang Kun rushed over with red eyes and grabbed Zhang Han's body, glaring at Pei Yuanshao angrily, as if he was going to eat him alive before he would give up.

"Little Seven!" In the distance, the Flame Dao people who had escaped from the siege also saw what was happening here at this time, and while grieving in their hearts, anger rose wildly, "Thief! Damn it, I scratched you! Shouting and scolding in his mouth, with a blazing breath, he slashed all the way, threw down a corpse, and his body went straight to Pei Yuanshao.