The bright blade light cut through the darkness, cut through the collar armor, cut into the neck muscles, and brought up a line of blood.

Fang Yulong screamed, covered his neck and tilted his head and fell.

Ouyang Guanhou raised his dagger and pounced, just about to mend the knife. Unexpectedly, a person rushed out of the oblique stab and hugged him: "Brother Ouyang, what are you doing here?" ”

Li Zifa.

"Caifu, hurry!" Ouyang Guanhou struggled a few times and couldn't take it off, and used his strength to open Li Zi's waist fingers and slash the dagger.

Li Zifa sighed, hurriedly let go, looked at the bleeding fingers and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

When Ouyang Guanhou wanted to pounce again, the opportunity was fleeting, Fang Yulong had been dragged back by the two guards for a few feet and then helped up, and the other four guards stopped in front of him, including the fat guard.

Ouyang Guanhou missed the blow and did not force it, he inserted the dagger into the sleeve, and raised his hand to signal the two black crows to retreat.

From Ouyang Guanhou's attack on Fang Yulong, to Li Zifa's blocking, and then to Fang Yulong's escape. The whole process was only a few breaths, and most of the heroes didn't react. Li Zifa stopped in time because he happened to be standing next to Fang Yulong.

"Ouyang Guanhou, stop!"

"Brother Dingjun, what are you doing here?"

"Brother Ouyang, don't be reckless, you have something to say."

A vigorous voice sounded: "Guanhou, what did you just say?" Rebel and defect to the enemy?! Who is it? Jiang Zongjie didn't know when the Buddha bead in his hand had been put on his wrist, and his thin ten fingers were flexed and stretched, and a murderous aura escaped from the black robe.

Ouyang Guanhou pointed at Fang Yulong: "This is the person." ”

Fang Yulong let the guards rush to bandage his neck wound, and a pair of bull's eyes stared at Ouyang Guanhou viciously: "Ouyang Guanhou, be careful to speak, others are afraid of your 'dark claws', but you are not afraid." ”

Ouyang Guanhou clasped his fists and made a four-way move, and said loudly: "Guanhou was ordered by the young master and the sect master to sneak into the camp of the Yuan army in the gate last month. The original intention was to find out the whereabouts of Shaobao and to save Chen Yu, the son of Zhongjiegong. In the process, it was accidentally discovered that the Yuan general Liu Zili invited three people to a banquet, including this person - Fang Yulong. ”

The corner of Fang Yulong's eyes jumped: "You see?" Which eye do you see? What is the evidence? ”

Qunhao looked at each other, and someone said: "But yesterday Fang Yulong exposed the traitor Ye Xiurong." ”

"That's right, and this attack on the thief Chen is also the news he provided."

"Yes, Brother Ouyang has any evidence?"

Ouyang Guanhou did not answer, did not defend, and stretched out his second finger without hurrying: "Invite the second person - Ye Xiurong." ”

The scene was quiet, except for Fang Yulong's rough panting.

Bang Bang Bang! A burst of knotting and Jiang Fenglie's laughter sounded at the same time: "What a bitter trick." Good means! Good strategy! I want to know, what price did Meng Yuan offer to make Ye someone die willingly? ”

Fang Yulong's breathing was as thick as a bellows, his two bull's eyes stared at Ouyang Guanhou, his hand on the hilt of the knife, and suddenly bared his yellow teeth: "If you want to know, go ask General Liu yourself." ”

The sword flashed, but it was not slashed at Ouyang Guanhou, but on the neck of a person.

Ma Nam Chun!

There was an uproar, and the sound of drawing blades rang out.

Jiang Fenglie strode forward and approached with his sword: "Fang Yulong, let go of Brother Ma, maybe there is still a way to live......"

Fang Yulong smiled: "You don't need to give me Lao Tzu's way of life, I earn it myself." Get out of the way! Otherwise, Lao Tzu would have cut off Ma Er's head - this head, Lao Tzu would have wanted to cut it off a long time ago. ”

With a sharp blade on his neck, his life hung by a thread, Ma Nanchun still maintained a calm attitude, as if he was not the one who was necked by the knife, put his hands on his sleeves, and sighed: "Fang Yulong, you are also a warrior under the command of Zhang Shufu." Since Lin'an, he has fought fiercely all the way, from soldiers, envoys to generals, and finally insisted on reaching the mountain, which is really rare. It's a pity that the last battle was not ...... in the whole festival"

"Phew! Break the fart! You also know that Lao Tzu is rare. Fang Yulong gritted his teeth, foaming at the mouth: "Lao Tzu fled all the way south with this small court, fighting bloody battles all the way, the number of scars on this body is innumerable, and he almost lost his life several times." Is it loyal? Does it count as a full section? Shan Shan, the officials have jumped into the sea! The Great Song Dynasty is dead! What can I do? What kind of festival is my fucking life for his Zhao official family? Whew! ”

Jiang Fenglie slowly drew his sword, and the cold glow revealed little by little: "You can save your life, you can abandon the festival, and those of us who have not participated in this battle cannot be blamed." But you are abusive, willing to be a lackey, sneaking on us, and having bad intentions, and I am afraid that this sin will not escape. ”

"The Great Yuan Dynasty has the world, Lao Tzu is abandoning the darkness and turning to the light, you are the traitors." Fang Yulong snorted again, and the hand holding the knife tightened, "Jiang Fenglie, you don't think that your sword is faster than Lao Tzu's knife, right?" ”

Li Zifa shouted violently: "Bastard, you can't escape!" But seeing that the leader of the She people was clenched with a pair of iron fists, his face was full of hatred, and he was obviously remorseful for his waist.

At this time, Jiang Fenglie was in front, Ouyang Guanhou was on the left, Jiang Zongjie was on the right, and Li Zifa was behind, blocking all sides, outflanking the surrounding groups, and surrounding Fang Yulong and the six guards.

Fang Yulong's teeth grinded and rattled, and he said fiercely: "Lao Tzu can't escape, right?" Yes! Ma Er, let's go to the underworld with Lao Tzu to be a companion. ”

Ma Nanchun, who is armed with a sharp blade, actually has idle thoughts: "Lao Fang, you are a big old man, do you know a basket of words?" When Ye Xiurong was exposed before, he said that it was full of flowers. Let's talk about it, which talent Hanlin drafted for you in a hurry? ”

Fang Yulong glared at Ma Nanchun, his wrist was slightly forced, the blade cut his skin, and the blood flowed for a long time.

Ma Nanchun slanted at him and sneered: "What? Want to hit the road so soon? ”

Ma Nanchun's performance made Qunhao secretly admire, and they cheered up: "Xiangshan Ma Er, good job!" ”

Ouyang Guanhou leaned over to Jiang Fenglie's side, and spoke quickly and hurriedly: "There is a way, but you need to take risks." The black ape (one of the men in black) is good at moving, can hide in the tree, and suddenly pounce on ......"

Jiang Fenglie thought for a while, shook his head and vetoed: "It's too dangerous to do this, Fang Yulong is a fierce general who has experienced more than a dozen battles, and he will attack if there is a storm, and the black ape may not be faster than him......"

A voice suddenly interjected: "That's right, it's too risky. Moreover, there is no need. ”

Ouyang Guanhou turned his head and saw a young and unfamiliar face.

Jiang Fenglie raised his eyebrows: "Brother Zhao, what good ideas do you have?" ”

Zhao Lie grinned: "It's very simple, he has six guards, and we have dozens or hundreds of heroes." Rush up, cut the corpse indiscriminately, and finish the work. ”

Ouyang Guanhou looked at him like an idiot who came out of nowhere.

"Come on, don't grind." After Zhao Lie said this, he pounced out like a leopard.

Jiang Fenglie and Ouyang Guanhou's mouths opened into an O-shape: "I fuck ......" only had time to say half a sentence before they had to pounce.

As soon as Zhao Lie moved, Jiang Fenglie, Ouyang Guanhou, Jiang Zongjie, Li Zifa and more than ten heroes rushed up, and Fang Yulong's six guards were stabbed into blood in the blink of an eye. The fat guard with the highest force value didn't even have time to swing his knife before he was thrust into his neck by Jiang Zongjie's five fingers, and the blood spurting out of the five blood holes splashed out of Zhang Yuyuan. In a moment, the fat guard shrank into a ball and fell to the ground like a ball that had been drained of air.

Fang Yulong was shocked and angry, and roared again and again: "It's so ruthless, don't you even care about Ma Er's life...... Okay, die and die, die together......"

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet shot from Fang Yulong's jaw into his brain, and the tumbling bullet churned the contents of his brain into tofu slag, and then drilled through the skull and shot out of the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Boom! Fang Yulong fell down with his head in the sky, and the knife in his hand fell far away.

Ma Nanchun's hand in the sleeve finally stretched out, pulled the right sleeve, looked at the charred hole and shook his head regretfully: "I like this shirt very much, this is my mother's own hand-sewn." ”