"Kill him. Ba Li threw away the broken knife, sat cross-legged on the ground, didn't care about the sticky wet rain, and ran the Great Zhou Tian to recover his internal strength.

Compared with Hong Kai, who was seriously injured, he was not injured, but most of his internal strength was consumed, and he mastered third-rate martial arts, which was the gap between the Great Achievement of the Body Refining Realm and the peak of the Body Refining Realm.

Ba Zhong nodded in understanding, fell to the ground with the knife, the tip of the knife next to the slippery ground, dragged all the way to Hong Kai, stepped on Hong Kai's chest with the soles of his feet, and let him face him.

Hong Kai opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but a stream of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spit out, making him unable to speak again.

"What kind of Red Fire Thief are you? Seriously, our two brothers have been in Mingliang Mansion for many years, and we have never heard of the power called the Red Fire Thief. Ba Zhong plucked his ears and disagreed.

Seeing Hong Kai's appearance, even if he asked anything, he couldn't answer anything, Ba Zhong simply groped on him, trying to find the third-rate martial arts used by Hong Kai, but unfortunately there was nothing else except for a few taels of silver.

Poof!

Unable to pull out anything, Ba Zhong angrily slashed off Hong Kai's neck, and cut it off neatly, directly chopping off Hong Kai's head.

"Damn, poor ghost. Ba Zhong lifted his head, took a closer look, and threw it into the lake.

The head enters the lake, sinks for a few seconds, and then floats to the surface of the water towards the center of the lake.

"It's over. The surrounded horse thieves, seeing that Hong Kai was killed, showed their dead intentions one by one, and the defensive position was suddenly chaotic, and they were immediately killed by the dead soldiers of the Li family.

After killing Hong Kai, Ba Zhong guarded around Ba Li, and after Ba Li's internal strength recovered most of them, the two stood by the lake, ready to let people rebuild the wooden bridge and take the Li family back.

As for the thirty horse thieves, they can be handed over to the Li family's dead soldiers, and there is no such extra work in the agreement with Li Wenjing.

In the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, everyone in the Li family couldn't help but be excited and noisy when they saw Hong Kai's head floating alone on the surface of the lake.

Li Shi also grabbed Li Wenjing's arm excitedly and muttered: "Husband, kill, the thief is dead, we can go ashore." ”

"yes. Li Wenjing also exhaled turbidity heavily, his body was completely relaxed, and he said with a smile: "The value of this favor and a thousand taels of silver has saved the future Tianlong of my Li family...... Glory and wealth are endless!"

The rest of the Li family nodded in agreement.

The summer rain is generally heavy and urgent, urgent and short, but today the rain curtain is getting bigger and bigger, so dense that it almost covers the day, and it is even more windy, and the lake is rippling, and the water surface is full of small pits.

In the sky, two black clouds were superimposed together, and the whole sky became even darker, and only a faint light was left in the entire sky, yellow and black, as if the eternal night was coming.

Rumble!

In the black clouds, the thunder arc continued, and a thunderbolt flashed down from the clouds, hitting a mountain not far from Qingyang City, and I don't know how many trees were destroyed.

From everyone's point of view, the thunder arc turned into a line and seemed to fall into Qingyang City, and the sound of thunder explosion sounded.

Everyone in the Li family was blown by the wind under the pavilion and couldn't stand firmly, their robes were hunting, and the rain curtain blew in, wetting them all around.

"Husband, what is that?" On the line of yellow and black heaven and earth, Li looked at the river connected to the small lake, and was stunned for a moment.

"What?" Li Wenjing asked, seeing that Li Shi was stunned and did not move, he couldn't help but look at Li Shi's gaze, and his heart couldn't help jumping.

This river is connected to the moat, winds into his Li mansion, and finally flows into the small lake, and then flows out from the other end, almost the private property of their Li family, the city lord will not say anything, and no one usually enters into fishing, let alone today's extreme weather.

But at this moment, he could see clearly, on the river, there was a small boat slowly crossing, the boat was an ordinary wooden boat used by fishermen, with a pointed head and a warped tail.

As for the boat, I couldn't see the clue clearly, the sky was too dark, and I could only faintly hear the sound of a flute.

The Ba brothers and the people who were fighting also noticed this situation, and under the storm, they couldn't get their knives out, and the dead soldiers of the Li family also retreated slightly, just surrounded more than thirty horse thieves, and only waited for this gust of wind to pass, and then killed.

"Friend or foe?" said Bagasa, standing on the shore, frowning slightly.

The world is vast, the boat goes down from the river, let the storm invade, at this moment, it is like a lonely boat in the endless sea, fierce ups and downs.

The sound of the flute is getting higher and higher, the song of the flute is like the sound of nature, the mountains and rivers are like the sound of the nine heavens, empty and quiet......

Finally, the boat left the river and entered the lake, so that others could see the situation on the boat.

At the stern of the boat is a rower, wearing a hat and wearing a lily, one person in the boat, and two people in the bow.

In the boat, there is a young girl sitting on her knees, and the flute is slanted by the melting rain, and the flute sound is ethereal.

At the head of the boat, the two stand straight, one high and one low, the tall one is burly, holding a black umbrella to cover the rain for others, and the low one stands under the umbrella, with a thin body, a white robe, swaying in the wind, a sword at the waist, and a scholar's dress.

The black umbrella was slightly raised, revealing the scholar under the umbrella, half of the black iron covering his face, only revealing a pair of sword eyebrows, and his eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if he was tasting the ethereal sound of the flute.

The boat glided towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake until the bow of the boat touched a head, and then stopped.

The scholar opened his eyes, leaned over and scooped up his head, closed his skull's resentful eyes, pursed his lips and smiled, and landed him on the bow of the boat.

The boat continued to travel, and it was less than 30 meters away from the pavilion.

"Not good!" On the shore, as soon as Basa's complexion changed, he was waiting to make a move.

In the next second, outside the courtyard of the Li family, there was a sound of rapidly approaching footsteps, and the water on the ground was trampled continuously, dense and neat.

The Ba brothers and the Li family turned to look at them, their faces wary.

The thirty or so horse thieves seemed to have thought of something, and their faces were ecstatic, and their arms holding knives were trembling with excitement.

Click......

Under the sound of footsteps, one after another burly men in black robes appeared, entered the inner courtyard, and strode forward, silent and cold.

These people have a black umbrella in one hand and a saber in the other, almost occupying the entire inner courtyard, and as far as the eye can see, there is a surge of people, and the black umbrella covers the roof.

On the high walls around it, countless men with knives also appeared, and people stood in all directions.

And the dead soldiers of the Li family, the next breath of these people's appearance, retreated to the lake like the Ba brothers, until there was no way to retreat, and if they took another step back, they would fall into the lake.

These dead soldiers, the cold faces of the original showed uneasiness.

The majestic rain fell, and the black umbrellas that were almost crowded into the inner courtyard were opened in unison, and the umbrellas were not wet.

The wind invaded, the blowing oil paper on the umbrella body, the sleeves of the people under the umbrella, and the sound of hunting.

The black umbrella seems to separate the two worlds, one movement and one stillness, coupled with the knife wielding man who cannot be seen at a glance, bringing others an indescribable depression and despair.

It is like a 100-meter-sized black and white ink painting.