When Li Changhuan arrived at the battlefield in the western suburbs, there were already people lying on the ground.

Some of these people have lost their breath, and some are still moaning.

Others struggled to crawl out of the crowd, but were stabbed to death by passers-by with a sword.

"I'm still too late!"

Li Changhuan let out a long sigh and looked ahead from afar.

He didn't dare to go to the depths of the battlefield, but just wandered around the edge of the battle circle and observed.

Under the light of the fire, he saw a cart of gold and silver jewelry, and a cart of silk and satin, which sparkled very dazzlingly.

In the place where the treasure was piled up the most, many people rushed desperately, and many people were accidentally attacked and hacked to death because they had picked up their belongings.

Man dies for money, and birds die for food.

It is really a wise saying throughout the ages.

In the face of great temptations, it is difficult for ordinary people to keep their sanity.

Li Changhuan is no exception.

The moment he saw the treasure all over the ground, he almost couldn't help but pounce.

However, seeing one person after another, they died under the white blade of Na Sensen.

He calmed down again.

What are these things outside the body compared to life?

Li Changhuan shook his head, forcing himself not to look at the gold and silver treasures that were close at hand.

He stared intently, trying to find a familiar figure in the chaos.

However, at this time, the night was pitch black, and with only a little firelight, it was impossible to see the specific appearance of others.

Li Jing, are you here?

Li Changhuan didn't dare to be sure, until there was an angry roar in the distance, which was like a cuckoo's cry of blood, hoarse, hysterical, and moving.

He had a great ear, and not only could he hear the shouts clearly, but he could at once tell who the owner of the voice was.

Li Jing, in the midst of that chaotic army!

"Looks like I'm not too late."

Li Changhuan muttered to himself, picked up a big knife on the ground, and rushed into the crowd without stopping.

Li Changhuan did not wear a military uniform, but a cloth robe.

This outfit made Wang Suba's people mistakenly think that Li Changhuan was his own, and almost no one made a move against him.

Therefore, Li Changhuan almost effortlessly arrived at the fierce zone of the battle circle.

"Wow!" A roar of rage came, followed by a little chill.

Li Changhuan never expected that the first person to attack him turned out to be a soldier of his own.

The soldier was obviously red-eyed, and stabbed out a shot in the sprint, with a fierce momentum and recklessness!

That posture, as if as long as he stabbed Li Changhuan to death, he could win this battle.

Own people beat their own people?

Li Changhuan's ears and eyes were clear, and he noticed the abnormal movement around him early, and swept away the spear head of the soldier with a knife in his hand, and did not entangle with anyone, so he plunged into the depths of the chaotic army.

In the shadow of the sword and sword, Li Changhuan was stabbing one by one, walking like a fly in the crowd.

Soon, because of his excessive movements, someone began to focus on him.

"Isn't this the kid surnamed Li, why is he here? Could it be that Wang Lie ...... him?"

The moment Zhen Zhai'er saw Li Changhuan, her face sank, and the monstrous murderous intent in her heart suddenly appeared.

At the same time, Li Changhuan also noticed Zhen Zhai'er, he couldn't help but pay attention, the killing intent shown by Zhen Zhai'er was too obvious.

The two just looked at each other, and Zhen Zhai'er almost didn't care about it.

Li Changhuan knew that it was impossible to avoid it, so he grabbed the knife and rose to the challenge, preparing for the worst in his heart.

Either you die, or I die!

"I can't help myself!"

Zhen Zhai'er sneered and slashed out, powerful and heavy, sharp and ruthless!

Li Changhuan raised his knife and struggled to block it, and the "dang" sound of the soldiers collided, he only felt that his arm was numb, and the big knife in his hand almost didn't give a face to shake off his hand.

Under the force, Li Changhuan took a few steps back, shocked in his heart: "It's so powerful, no wonder Xi'er said that this person is not easy to deal with!" ”

Li Changhuan didn't want to entangle with Zhen Zhai'er, so he turned his head and drilled into the pile.

Zhen Zhai'er chased after her, shouting: "Where to go!" Brothers, stop me from the kid with the knife in front of me! ”

When Li Changhuan heard the voice, he didn't think about it, and quickly threw away the big knife in his hand.

Zhen Zhai'er was stunned, and while chasing after him, she said angrily: "Stop him, stop that kid for me!" ”

Li Changhuan ran wildly all the way, but he couldn't shake off the kraft candy behind him.

Suddenly.

Li Changhuan stopped running, not because he didn't want to run, but because a bald monk in front of him blocked his way.

Li Changhuan recognized this monk, they had seen it in the Thanksgiving Temple before, it was when Monk Huiming was seriously injured, and it was this monk who was the first to arrive.

This monk seems to be the senior brother of Monk Huiming.

When he was in Thanksgiving Temple, he not only scared Liu Daohe away, but also left Li Changhuan.

"Master Huien, don't let this kid escape!"

Zhen Zhai'er hurried over and said coldly.

Hui En held an iron rod in his hand and stood with a horizontal rod and said, "Amitabha, there is an old man, he can't escape!" ”

was caught one after the other, and Li Changhuan suddenly fell into a dilemma.

A Zhen Zhai'er is already difficult to handle, and now there is another Huien, this person is still Huiming's senior brother, and he must be more difficult than Huiming.

What to do?

At the critical moment, Li Changhuan suddenly caught a glimpse of the crowd, and a familiar face appeared in front of him.

"Dao Chief!"

Li Changhuan subconsciously shouted, and someone in the crowd turned his head.

After taking a closer look, I saw Liu Daohe wearing a coarse linen coat, holding a sharp sword, and a cat, carefully blending in the chaos of the army.

Liu Daohe glanced at Li Changhuan hurriedly, turned around and left, as if he hadn't seen Li Changhuan at all.

Li Changhuan smiled bitterly, rolled his eyes, and said to Huien: "Master, that person is the villain who injured your junior brother, don't you go to him for revenge?" ”

"Clean you up first, then clean him up!" Hui En snorted coldly, and waved an iron rod, like a spiritual snake coming out of a hole, heading straight for Li Changhuan's head.

It's a lethal move!

What a ruthless monk!

Li Changhuan didn't dare to slack off, dodged left and right, and luckily avoided Hui En's iron rod attack, but he was stabbed in the back unguardedly.

Li Changhuan forcibly endured the stinging pain in his back, glared at Zhen Zhai'er who was sneaking in, and before he could scold, Zhen Zhai'er's second knife had already slashed again.

At the same time, Hui En's iron rod whistled again.

One left and one right, one knife and one stick, hit Li Changhuan's vital points together!

"Your grandfather's, I'll fight with you!"

Li Changhuan was angry and ran away, fighting hard to eat the price of Huien's stick raw, and the eighteenth style of catching the tiger was suddenly launched!

I saw Zhen Zhai'er slash with a knife, which was originally nine out of ten, but Li Changhuan's big hand that came out of nowhere, pressed his wrist in an incredible way, and slammed it hard!

"Click!" A crisp sound was heard.

Zhen Zhai'er was caught off guard, and there was a pain in her wrist, and the big knife also slipped off her hand.

At the same time, an iron rod fell on Li Changhuan's shoulder, only to hear him snort, and he took a few steps back under the stick.

finally stabilized his body, but Li Changhuan didn't stop, didn't raise his head, and drilled into the crowd with his legs.

"If you want to run, it's not that easy!"

Hui En swung his iron rod and chased after him with a swift stride.