The moon blades are as thin as paper, as bright as snow, even in the dark night, they can still reflect the faint light of fire, and in the blink of an eye, they are peeled off into beautiful colors, so beautiful that they are like a dream, and the three masters and apprentices of the national teacher and apprentice feel a little familiar dream.

Ah Yi's last thought was: Ah Er launched the murder weapon on his back? Before he could think about why Ah Er's machine would hit him, he shivered violently...... Ah Er's last feeling was: It's cold, it's so cold, isn't it summer?

The Thousand Moon Blade cuts into the body, and it doesn't hurt, but it's cold. A one, a two, broken corpses, ten thousand pieces.

In the face of fierce opportunities, only the national teacher had time to react.

At the moment when the moon blade exploded, the national teacher hissed and exclaimed, and his hands danced into two black winds...... Even the moon blade that can easily break the skull, but it can't cut through the black scaly glove, and the national teacher has exploded into a lifelong cultivation to fight against the murder weapon he has built with all his might.

But in an instant, the moon blade fell, and one of the right arms of the national teacher rolled in mid-air.

More than one arm. His mask was shattered by the Moonblade, revealing his true face. His face was as rotten and purulent as his hands, with no skin and distorted features. There were also two long wounds in the chest and abdomen. Although he was seriously injured, he actually rushed through the dream-shattering moon blade and was running wildly.

The crimson glow shot away from the canopy. Song Yang couldn't catch up with the strong enemy, so he could only throw a knife to hurt the enemy.

In one throw, all the cultivation was made, and Song Yang's shout was inexplicably hoarse. Every bit of power in the meridians has been condensed in the red sleeves, and there is no strength to drink.

He was so hard that at the moment when the short knife came off, Song Yang only felt as if his body had been hollowed out, dizzy, unsteady on his feet, and sad in his heart...... But the red sleeves are castrated like electricity, pointing directly to the heart of the national teacher!

Song Yang understood that this knife could not hurt a strong enemy; But he was also sure that the enemy would be retained...... The national teacher has been hit hard, no matter how fast his body is, he can't be faster than the red sleeves' pursuit of his heart, if he wants to avoid the doom of the cone, he can only turn around and dodge and resist. And the barbarians around have already swooped in, as long as the national teacher pauses for a moment, he will be encircled, and there will be no return.

But Song Yang guessed wrong, the national teacher did not dodge or dodge, and let the red sleeves catch up with him...... Hoarse and miserable, like the sound of a layman's flute: a hissing 'wind', mixed with a strange sharpness, the red sleeves are in the back of the heart, and from the back to the front through the heart.

If you are stabbed in the heart, you will definitely die!

But what surprised Song Yang even more was that the national teacher was not dead, but with the strength of the knife shot from behind, he rushed faster, and the only left hand left in the escape raised it, broke the red sleeve with force, threw the remnant blade on the ground, and fled without a trace in a blink of an eye.

Starting from the three pounces of the national teacher and apprentice, the vicious fight between the two must be, Ah Yi and Ah Er died tragically, the national teacher escaped from the town without dying, and the red sleeves of a generation of famous knives were broken...... Song Yang was stunned. Even if it's really a dragon, it can't survive with a knife in the heart, unless it ...... He, like himself, is also a right-hearted person? ――

Before Mu En 'transferred troops' for Song Yang, he had an agreement with him: not to meet.

Song Yang couldn't meet with the Shanximan Brigade. Song Yang understood her painstaking efforts, and according to Qin Chong's arrangement, he chose the direction where the enemy was most likely to escape and placed the carriage, hid in the carriage, and never saw a barbarian from beginning to end.

Before going to Dayan, Song Yang left the carriage in Phoenix, and this time he returned to his hometown, of course, he had to bring it back.

After Qin Cone helped the barbarians to implement the ambush, he stayed in the carriage with Song Yang, but later saw that it was a team of Nanli hussars who were attacking, and he was angry and immediately wanted to go out, he was a soldier, no matter what, he couldn't let the barbarians encircle and annihilate the regular army of Nanli, Song Yang sighed secretly, stretched out his hand and pinched the tendons on his neck, making him temporarily unconscious.

Before, the national teacher heard a heavy and long breath in the carriage, which came from Qin Cone and Song Yang respectively.

At this moment, the national teacher fled, and the chaotic battle in the town was meaningless, with the orders of the big leader and the barbarian lords of the various departments, the Shanxi barbarian brigade abandoned the surviving cavalry, turned over and killed back in the mountains, and did everything possible to hunt down the strong enemy. Song Yang chased into the mountains long before they fled in the direction of the national teacher's escape...... The bloody town fell silent in a blink of an eye, and only the rustle of the drizzle falling to my ears remained.

The more than 100 surviving soldiers looked at each other, and no one knew what was going on...... A moment later, most of the remnants burst into tears, not for the celebration of the aftermath of the disaster, not for the mourning of their fallen comrades, but simply because of what they had just experienced. The fight that can only be found in hell, and when it's over and after relaxing, I can't help but want to cry.

At this time, there was a sudden irritable roar, and a big man jumped out of a dilapidated carriage, and Qin Cone woke up.

The soldiers thought that there were still enemies, some of them sat down and fell to the ground, and some trembled and raised Changge again, how could Qin Cone make a move with them, and immediately raised his waist card to show his identity loudly.

The northwest defense is under the jurisdiction of the king of Zhenxi, and this horse riding battalion is also the prince's subordinates, at this moment, when I saw people from Hongbo Mansion, it was really like a wronged doll suddenly met a relative, and the soldiers shed tears while telling the story of the matter, but no one could have imagined it, they didn't say a few words, suddenly their faces turned pale, and they covered their hearts with their hands... The next moment, Qiqi bled and died tragically on the spot.

It was long predestined that no one in this battalion of military horses would ever see the dawn again.

And this time, Qin Cone calmed down. He knew everything about Ren Churong and Song Yang, although there would be soldiers and horses nearby, everything was fake, and the Nanli army would not really enter the battle. In this bureau, the national teacher has no identity, Song Yang has no identity, and the barbarians have no identity... It's just the purest 'personal vendetta'.

But now that a horse riding camp has been lost in vain, the court really wants to investigate it, and the king of Zhenxi can hardly escape the blame.

Qin Cone didn't dare to delay a little, and immediately wrote a short note, reporting everything that happened here, and released the army sparrow to fly to Phoenix City, asking Ren Churong to prepare as soon as possible...... It wasn't until dawn that Song Yang returned to the town. Qin Cone immediately greeted him.

Seeing the ugly man, Song Yang smiled a little tiredly: "I stunned you last night, I'm sorry." He didn't exert much strength in the fierce battle, but the arrangement from beginning to end, the gains and losses when hiding in the town and waiting for a strong enemy, and the sleepless night made his energy greatly depleted.

Qin Cone understood that Song Yang was 'sorry', not only to stun himself, but slowly responded: "They couldn't survive in the first place, they were all poisoned." What about the national teacher, did you catch up? ”

Song Yang shook his head, and there was not much disappointment in his expression: "He fled quickly, and during this time, he also went down the mountain stream, and when he chased him to the deep mountain, he disappeared and ran away." Mu En said that she would contact the barbarian and try her best to hunt him down, but I knew that he had run away... This time it shouldn't be dead. As he spoke, Song Yang stretched his waist, his face swept away the decadence, and he actually showed some excitement.

Qin Cone frowned. So many people died tonight, most of them were innocent, but the real culprit escaped, and he didn't understand why Song Yang could still be happy.

Although he didn't ask the words, Song Yang could see his doubts and smiled: "You didn't see it when you fainted, the group of subordinates brought by the national teacher are also top-grade warriors at worst; The two old monks who followed him closely, with their momentum of rushing into the carriage, were only one point inferior to Chen Hui when he was in his heyday, and the great master was properly ...... They're all dead! ”

The national teacher is a great grandmaster, Qin Cone can guess it, but the two entourages around the national teacher are also top armor, which is enough to surprise him.

After being stunned, Qin Cone suddenly laughed, turned his head to the Nanli cavalry who died in the mud and said, "Did you hear it?" For your funeral, there are two top master masters, there are thirty high-grade warriors, good brothers, die unjustly, go on the road with peace of mind! His voice grew louder and louder, from the first muttering to the loud shouting at the end of the sentence!

Song Yang's smile was even bigger, but his happiness was different from Qin Cone, 1,500 lives had nothing to do with him, human lives were not his fault, if there was a chance to repeat what happened last night, even if the innocents involved were twice as much, he would still launch an ambush.

Indeed, even if he slaughters the world, he can't get back the person who loves him the most in the world; However, if revenge must be bloodied, Song Yang did not hesitate.

In fact, he himself is not another Su Hang, the only difference between the two is that Song Yang has a surname, and Su Hang is stubborn.

"There is also the national teacher, his right arm was cut off, his left chest was pierced, his stomach was cut, you didn't see him running away... Dog, he was a dog then! ”

Song Yang giggled, and the happiness in his eyes flashed in his heart: "The dignified Great Yan National Teacher, we beat him into a crippled old dog!" My uncle's spiritual seat is there. Saying that, Song Yang stretched out his hand to his residence not far away, and the hall always enshrined the tablet of Imperial Physician You: "Also, the tomb is also nearby, and my uncle can see what happened last night." The national teacher came to steal his body, and the master entourage, soldiers and horses guarded, so majestic, but he fled like a dog under his nose. ”

Qin Cone probably understands that Song Yang is happy now because this good scene was staged in front of his relatives, 'Uncle has seen it', he can't stop laughing when the perineum is measured!

He'll be happy, so I'll be happy.

After laughing, Song Yang's expression returned to normal: "Just now in the mountains, when I found out that I had lost my enemy, I was so painful and hateful, I couldn't wait to grab my hair and hit the ground, I couldn't take revenge for such a good opportunity." I hate it, I hate it, I don't hate it, I understand one thing. ”

Qin Cone raised his eyebrows, and his ugly face became crooked: "What's the matter?" ”

"The national teacher should be a right-hearted person, so he can live, this is an accident, an accident that cannot be calculated in advance. If You Li is still alive, he won't blame me, and I don't have to feel sorry for myself. And the most important thing, last night's good show, uncle should be happy to watch it, right? I guess I want to watch it again, right? Song Yang's eyes were very bright: "Then let's do it again." If he can escape, then the third and fourth. As long as he doesn't die, I will 'put on a good show', pull him to play one by one, and show it to my uncle. When he doesn't sing anymore, it's time to die. ”

Qin Cone looked at him, with an extremely strange expression on his ugly face...... Do you want to scold Song Yang for 'not being able to do anything'?

In the end, Qin Cone still shook his head, in contrast, he wanted to say to the national teacher with a smile: Don't mess with mad dogs!

(To be continued)