The rain washes the world, and this piece of mountain forest is exceptionally beautiful.

In the rain, the whole jungle comes alive, and the whole world seems to be only verdant.

Suddenly, a branch of a large tree moved slightly, as if it moved towards the trunk, and this movement was so inconspicuous in the rain.

However, just as the slightest movement was made, suddenly a four-legged animal swooped down on the nest at the end of the tree trunk and bit one of the birds, which had not flown out because of the rain.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the chameleon, which had hunted its prey, quickly disappeared from the bushes, and a team of horses galloped under the trees where the chameleons were preyding.

This is the third day of separation, and it is also the third day that Ziqin took Deng Baichuan's group of people to do it, they have killed a lot of people in the past three days, and they have also done a lot of things that should never be out of chivalry.

However, it is still the same sentence, the rules have been broken, and it is absolutely impossible to make up for it without the monstrous sea of blood.

At this moment, the place they were going to was the home of the general who had reported the news.

For the rest of the martial arts people, they just killed one family, but for this general, they wiped out one family.

It's not about race, it's not about nations, it's just hatred.

The sound of the wind, the rain, and the hooves of the horses were quick and short, and they quickly disappeared into the rain, and there was no idea how many murderous opportunities were hidden under this beautiful scenery.

Dali, west of the city, several monks walked out of a mansion, several people's faces were inexplicable, and their eyes were also gloomy that could not be concealed, as if they were abandoned by the Buddha in general pity.

"This is the first wave."

Inside the mansion. Li Chengqu stretched out and asked his subordinates behind him.

These days, those monks in Dali seem to be rushing over like crazy, as if they want to use the tactics of the sea of people to defeat him, this is, what kind of person he is, no one in the Great Quyue can surpass him in knowledge.

Of course, this Dali also believes in Buddhism, but how can it be compared to his understanding of Buddhism by the people of Da Quyue.

However, over the years, Li Chengqu has begun to doubt Buddhism.

Are those truths, but not necessarily.

If it is the Buddha's words, everything is true. So. I'm afraid that he Li Chengqu has to go to hell for an unknown number of times, but he is still alive and well, and those who should go to Elysium according to Buddhism have really reached Bliss early.

"Your Excellency. Our people found out that those Song martial artists had already begun to attack the families of those Dali martial arts people. ”

One of his subordinates respectfully reported to Li Chengqu.

Li Chengqu's figure paused slightly. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He knew very well about the bad habits of the Song people, and those people had long been anesthetized by the distorted way of Confucius and Mencius, and they talked about benevolence and righteousness. But very few people can do such things.

"This wave of people is not simple."

Li Chengqu stood up, took a few steps slightly, and suddenly turned around and commanded his subordinates.

"From today on, be polite to those who are detained, this Dali is in turmoil, but I don't want to be pushed out to be the ghost of the dead one day."

After the order, Li Chengqu's face turned into a smile again, and suddenly a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

"Let's go, let's go to Tianlong Temple to have a good chat with those masters, dare to let these many monks make trouble for me every day, hehe, if I don't go to them Lunlun Buddhism, it's really my temper so good."

Li Chengqu didn't wait for his subordinates to react, but he had already stepped out of the door of the house first.

Deep in the mountains, Ziqin turned over and dismounted outside a stockade, which, according to records, was where the general's clan was.

The general was only a small role in the Dali martial arts at the beginning, and later took refuge in the government of Dali, and then was gradually reused, but it was in the decades that he supported his clan to establish this stockade.

"Break the gate of the village, and the chickens and dogs will not be left."

Ziqin's voice sounded cold, and in this rain, it was even more chilly than the rain.

Those Deng Baichuan's subordinates immediately rode up, although this village is good here, but for the people in the martial arts, it is just walking on the ground, and the gate is useless.

In a moment, Ziqin and his people had already entered the village.

Because this stockade was built by the general's clansmen, it was not large, and the entire stockade was only a few hundred people.

Deng Baichuan's two men guarded the gate of the village, but the rest of the people began to set fire to the houses in the village, and for a while, the sound of screams, horses' hooves, and the sound of burning the houses sounded.

Of these hundreds of people, except for more than 100 young men, the rest are women and children, old and weak.

Deng Baichuan's murderous Dali officers and soldiers were ruthless, but they couldn't do it at this time, so they just drove those women and children and the old and weak to the open space in front of the stockade.

"Who is Wen Xiangqian's family?"

Ziqin dismounted, slowly walked in front of the group of people and asked loudly, however, there was a cold silence in response to him.

In the bleak drizzle, no one responded to him, a smile appeared on the corner of Ziqin's mouth, and suddenly he shook his hand and waved towards a child in front of him, knocking the child to the ground with huge force.

A woman wept and rushed out to take the child into her arms.

"Ask again, who is Wen Xiangqian's family, and without saying anything, he will start killing people."

Ziqin's voice did not change in the slightest, and the woman holding the child suddenly knelt down and kowtowed fiercely to Ziqin.

"I say, "Please spare my child."

The woman kowtowed in a panic as she pointed to the few people huddled together not far away.

"Good."

Ziqin nodded, walked there, just took a few steps but stopped, turned around and pulled the child out of the woman's arms, he turned the child around and faced those Deng Baichuan's men.

"If I were you, I would look carefully into his eyes, then the hatred in it, the rules have been broken, and it will never end until one party dies, if you don't kill this child today, he will also enter the Central Plains with a knife, and then the one who dies may be your descendants."

Ziqin's voice was cold, and his hand pinched the child's neck. The child's face facing out clearly appeared in the eyes of all Deng Baichuan's subordinates.

What kind of face was that, completely distorted, more hideous than the evil ghosts of hell, especially those eyes, the resentment in them was that these murderous men couldn't help but feel a chill.

These women and children, children are not people in the martial arts, but the resentment of these people is far better than that of people in the martial arts, especially children, hatred will plant seeds in their hearts, and the power after the seeds grow and germinate is absolutely better than the so-called hatred of people in the martial arts.

"Except for Wen Xiangqian's family. The rest. Kill them all. ”

Ziqin ordered again, and this time, no one disobeyed the order, and the cold blade was raised in the rain. Suddenly. The rainwater, which had been clean, began to blur. A dance of blood permeated.

As Ziqin said, the rules have been broken, and the rules of martial arts are far more terrible than the country. The country will be afraid of war, but Wulin is not afraid, just like Ziqin and their entry into Dali this time, they have never considered so much in the imperial court, and the actions of martial artists are always faster than their thoughts.

In the west of Dali City, Deng Baichuan showed his figure in the rain, day and night, and had to avoid the search of the Dali army, he finally came here.

The brothers of the caravan whom his brothers had spied on were imprisoned here.

It's just that he hasn't found out which sect of Dali is guarding the horse gang, and this big mansion in the west of Dali City is an extremely strange place.

On weekdays, there are people coming and going, but no one can ever find out who lives here.

Deng Baichuan lowered his head and frowned, and suddenly took a sharp breath.

"Brothers, come with me."

In the end, between saving the forces under his command and rescuing the Ma Gang brothers, Deng Baichuan still chose the latter.

His fat body suddenly leaped from his horse's back, and his whole body leaped towards the sky above the mansion in front of him like a balloon.

Deng Baichuan's light skills are not good, but his internal strength is okay, although this leap does not show the light skills of the Jianghu people at all, but it is also able to go up to the roof and enter this house.

It's just that the person was still in mid-air, and suddenly a suffocating feeling hit Deng Baichuan's chest.

This is coercion, coercion caused by the diffusion of strong internal forces, Deng Baichuan's face turned pale in an instant, Dali actually has such a master.

"Retreat, retreat."

Deng Baichuan's voice was extremely anxious, almost about to cry, but what kind of internal force this kind of coercion was, even Murong Gongzi was not as good as it, and his subordinates were afraid that they would be dead or alive.

"It's not you."

An indifferent voice sounded in his ears, Deng Baichuan's expression froze, and a breath appeared behind him.

Suddenly, Deng Baichuan felt that the sky above his head was quiet, this rainy day, the world seemed to have nothing to do with him, Deng Baichuan looked out in shock, only to see that the rain in the sky actually flowed through a few meters of him in the bureau, but it couldn't enter the range of a few meters around him at all.

This kind of internal strength, Murong Gongzi is absolutely unmatched, I am afraid, in terms of power alone, only Qiao Feng Qiao's gang leader can rely on the dragon descending palm to compete.

Brother Tan, you must not come here.

Deng Baichuan's heart was gloomy for a while, but he was completely desperate in the face of such internal forces.

In mid-air, Deng Baichuan's figure turned halfway, and suddenly his face flushed, and suddenly a palm pushed towards the place where the breath behind him was, but this palm was the convergence of Deng Baichuan's whole body strength, and it was his most pinnacle palm.

"I am immeasurable, I don't want Master Li to practice immeasurable divine skills to such a realm."

Before he fell into a coma, Deng Baichuan heard the last words in his ears, but the four words of immeasurable magic were deeply imprinted in his heart, but the last thought was that there are such miracles in this world.

"These are my captives, and I want to deal with them."

Li Chengqu fell in mid-air, and turned his head to look at the monks who came slowly in the rain, but this was not an ordinary monk, nor those monks of Tianlong Temple, but Li Chengqu's old acquaintance.

"After 70 years, I don't want you to die, and I never thought that I came to Dali for so long, and you didn't come to see me until now."

Li Chengqu looked at the monk who was walking in the rain, but it seemed that a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, but his face was full of smiles. (To be continued......)