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This was originally the territory of the Zhaodi Gang, and they had their eyes on the hills outside the city, just to see that they dared to blatantly use bows and arrows in the city, they already knew that the local government could no longer control them.

You know, bows and arrows and long weapons are not even allowed to enter the city, and under normal circumstances, a gang hiding a large number of bows and arrows is simply a sign of rebellion. It is only now that the culture is lost and there is chaos everywhere, these gangs dare to be so bold.

The girl said "not good", Xiaomeng's experience in the rivers and lakes is shallow after all, and Xiaofang doesn't seem to be very reliable, if they continue to go to Hangong Temple, they will be surrounded by the ground.

I can't help but regret that I didn't discuss the emergency plan after the dispersion with Xiaomeng.

She hurried through the forest and crossed the mountains, and also rushed to the west, if Xiao Meng, Xiao Fang, and Xiao Dao were surrounded by the enemy, she hid on the periphery, and maybe there was a chance to set fire to the rescue.

After a long journey like this, I saw that the sky was getting darker, and the Hangong Temple was getting closer and closer. There was no light around her, and the fog was deep, so she suddenly stopped, looked around, and frowned tightly.

Why is there such a big fog in such weather and at such a point in time?

I don't know when the white mist has filled all directions, and even the full moon in the night sky, which was like a silver plate, can no longer be seen. The surroundings became silent, and the chirping of insects in the summer night seemed to disappear at this moment. The water vapor condensed on the tips of the grass, dripping strangely and slowly to the ground. The direction is no longer recognizable, but there is some kind of mysterious aura, agitating in all directions.

The girl began to realize that this place was not normal, so she tightened her hand in her sword and walked cautiously while on guard. In this way, the indistinguishable thing turned for a while, and suddenly the sound of horses' hooves approached in front of him. Chun Jianli looked up and saw that it was Zhao Jiangtong who came on a horse.

When Zhao Jiangtong saw her, his face also changed, and he shouted in a low voice: "Stinky girl." She rushed here with two female disciples and a group of masters of the Zhaodi Gang, who were also trapped by this strange fog, and then unknowingly, turned around and separated from the others.

Also realizing that something was not quite right in this place, he rode around and checked the situation, and only found that he met Haru Jili here.

Zhao Jiangtong has rich experience in the rivers and lakes, and when she saw Chun Jianli's appearance, she immediately knew that she was also trapped by the fog. In fact, Zhao Jiangtong also understands that at this time, he should temporarily put aside his grudges, find a way to find out what happened here, and then talk about getting out of trouble. However, her husband died and the Changhe Cao Gang was destroyed, all because of these two girls, how could they endure it when they saw the enemy in front of them?

"Death!" She shouted loudly, and rode her horse towards Chun Jianli, and on the way, the sword light flashed, like a scorching sun, covering the ground with a layer of silver light.

In the twist of Chun Jianli to the side, the sword was unsheathed, and the firelight flashed suddenly in front of the horse's eye, and a wave of bright red overflowed. The horse neighed in fright, and the man stood up. Zhao Jiangtong jumped up from his horse, and with a bang, the two of them intersected with their swords, and they exchanged several blows.

Zhao Jiangtong is in a high place, the long sword is as dazzling as the scorching sun, and the name of Huaiyang shines on the snow, which is really not a false gain. The horses fled into the fog, and the sound of horses' hooves faded away at an eerie speed in the fog. The golden light waves and the red flame light staggered one after another, and the exchange of the two swords shook the surrounding fog.

With a bang, the firelight burst open, and Chun Jianli brandished her sword, and the fire was like a red lotus under the shadow of her sword, constantly blooming and extinguishing. Zhao Jiangtong snorted coldly, she already had the strength of a quasi-grandmaster, and she was also a famous person in the rivers and lakes, but she couldn't get the upper hand in the confrontation with this girl. His face flashed with anger, and Zhao Jiangtong's long sword was drawn with one move, and the sword qi was like the light of the morning sun, sprinkling silver like winter snow on the ground, and the silver seeped into the ground.

The girl flew up and volleyed into the air. Brush, brush, brush, silver, cold air rushed out from under her feet. Zhao Jiangtong raised her head, and in her eyes, the girl's feet erupted with firelight, and she turned gracefully in the air, and the silver sword qi dissipated under her feet, unable to touch her at all. Around the girl, the fire clouds gathered, and the girl got into the fire clouds, and the moment the fire clouds dispersed, she was gone.

The next moment, behind Zhao Jiangtong, there was a roll of firelight, and the naturally charming girl appeared, and the sword with the firelight slashed at Zhao Jiangtong's thin waist in the middle of the body. There was a bang, and the next moment, the two swords had collided again. Zhao Jiangtong, who turned back in time, did not retreat but approached, and the two attacked each other, and the scattered light was like a fire tree and silver flowers, blooming one by one.

Fighting to this point, the two have some admiration for each other. What Chun Jianli thought was that this woman was really difficult to deal with, and what Zhao Jiangtong thought was that this girl was young, how did she practice this skill?

Zhao Jiangtong wants to consume the girl's internal strength through fast attack, but the girl practices the Taoist heart method, and the three elements are one, and the internal force is quite long. After dozens of sword moves were exchanged, a drum suddenly sounded in the distance. This drum shook the hearts of both of them, and they immediately separated.

Tong...... Tong...... Tong...... Tong......

The sound of this drum, with a sense of rhythm that makes the scalp tingle, is struck, and it feels like the whole world is expanding, and when it is struck again, the expanding heaven and earth are rapidly shrinking. It's just like that, ringing all over the place, giving people the impression that everything around it is expanding and contracting like a heart, ups and downs, and eerie.

At this moment, the two had no intention of fighting again.

It's a strange place, and it's obviously hard for them to tell the winner in a short period of time. While guarding each other, they looked in the direction where the drums were coming from. The surrounding fog was so thick that it was difficult to distinguish things, but the direction of the drum was clear, driving the fog to roll.

"Ah~" There was a scream in the distance, followed by another one. In the screams one after another, Zhao Jiangtong's face changed again, and the people who let out a dying roar were all the people she brought to help her. The sound of the drum seemed to have a mysterious magic, although it had a small impact on the two of them, but it felt like even their hearts were beating with the drums, and to those men, it was like a demon digging out their hearts, making them die one by one, in the screams of pain.

Zhao Jiangtong gritted his teeth, threw down the spring note, and ran in the direction where the drum came from. Chun Jianli thought about it, and followed behind with a sword. This place is really ominous, and with the two of them evenly matched, it would be foolish to continue fighting.

They followed the sound of the drums and ran wildly all the way, and in front of them was a ghostly fire, and the gloomy atmosphere was fierce. On either side stood sticks, on which were blood-colored skulls, which stretched parallel to each other, like a road to hell.

Ghostly fire grew stronger above the skulls, and a temple hurried in front of them. Suddenly, Zhao Jiangtong stopped there, his voice hoarse, and he shouted angrily: "Zhu'er? ”

Chun Jianli was also shocked and paused. On the right side in front of them, a girl whose delicate skin had been stripped alive was wriggling miserably on the ground, and she turned out to be Zhao Jiangtong's apprentice Zhao Zhu. Directly in front of them, in front of the magnificent temple, an old man wearing a strange yellow robe, with no hair and strange meat bags on his head, knew at a glance that he was not from the Central Plains, holding a short mallet made of skulls in his hand.

The bald old man in the yellow robe sat cross-legged, and in front of him, there was a drum, the drum skin was tightly wrapped, and on the surface, it looked as delicate as virgin skin.

The skull hammer hits the drum and tom...... Tong...... Tong...... Tong...... (To be continued.) )