Reaching out, Chong Daocheng's snort had disappeared, and his body was gradually soaked in the night cold.

Fu Yunge stood up in grief and jumped onto the eaves, only to see the tongues of fire that raged inside the Ju winery, and the remains of the dead but still clutching a pair of boots.

The world became even more silent at this moment, and the tragic situation in front of him made Fu Yunge's ears buzz.

He almost fainted. With so many living beings turned into dead souls in the blink of an eye, how could he want to believe that this was true? Everything was like a cruel dream.

But it was all reality, and it was happening right before his eyes.

He wanted to cry and retreat before, but now in the face of all this, he has dispelled this thought.

Fu Yunge then slapped both cheeks a few more times, forcibly sobering himself up. Unwillingly, he drew his long sword and flew in the direction that Mu Xuehua left, he wanted to make the evildoers pay.

The night rain poured down, stirring up a hazy mist on the river.

At this time, the sight is extremely poor, Dongfang Shiming is trying to identify the direction, while struggling to rock the boat, and he is about to arrive at Pimazhuang.

There was still some distance, and Dongfang Shiming saw the noisy fire on the other side of the mountain through the rain curtain from a distance. The dark night burned a dull brownish red, which made Dongfang Shiming's heart sink.

Before he docked, Dongfang Shiming hurriedly left the boat and went ashore. The waves were raging behind him, and as soon as he came ashore, he immediately smelled a dangerous murderous aura.

It's Mu Xuehua who is coming.

She had planned to leave by boat here, but she saw a young man about the same age as Fu Yunge blocking the shore uninterestingly.

A few interceptions made her patience run out, after all, the Holy Envoy was still waiting for the Golden Wind Peony, and this matter must not be delayed.

Dongfang Shiming felt that the comer was not good, and couldn't help but say, two bright silver folding fans rolled up from his sleeves to his hands, and launched a posture to face the battle. The silver light reflected the mist on the river, which looked sharp and blurry.

Mu Xuehua didn't need to say much, his body moved slightly, and several hidden weapons flashed out in an instant.

But Dongfang Shiming was not like Chongdaocheng and the two of them, and his physical strength was not much lost, so he swept sideways and dodged the hidden weapon.

Seeing that the hidden weapon was difficult to work, Mu Xuehua pulled out a slender soft sword from her leg, which was her weapon.

She took a few steps forward, stepped over a puddle, and began to fight with Dongfang Shiming.

Fu Yunge kept running wildly on the mountain road, the sword in his hand was like a trekking pole, supporting his increasingly weak body.

In fact, he was already difficult to support, consuming a lot of physical strength, coupled with the night rain, he felt that his body was already hot like coals, and his eyes were also a little dizzy. With every step I take, my feet flutter lightly as if I have fallen into a quagmire.

Bronze Bull, Chong Daocheng, as well as Ju Wuzhu and Ju Lao, so many familiar people died because of Jiu Che Xiaoying. His heart was surging with a knife-like throze at the moment, and his consciousness told himself that he couldn't fall, and he still had a task to complete.

So although his mind was gradually dizzy and his strength was losing little by little, he didn't dare to stop.

With one foot in the air, a deep puddle of mud hid in the darkness, causing him to fall again. But then he stood up with his sword on his elbow, wiped his mud-stained face haphazardly, and continued to chase after him.

In the fierce battle on the shore, the superiority of the two has gradually been decided.

Mu Xuehua's soft sword was messy as electricity, and it screeched in the darkness of the night. Dongfang Shiming has always been on the defensive, and the essence of the silver fan and soft sword is dazzling, like a butterfly flying in the abyss.

Dongfang Shiming was forced to retreat step by step, and the pain in his leg also came, and I am afraid that there were already several scratches.

The two of them are more dangerous than a game of chess, and in such an environment where it is difficult to distinguish the five fingers, only by paying full attention can they not be annihilated by the opponent's moves.

But he also knows very well that if he continues like this, it will be difficult for him to keep it alive.

Mu Xuehua's martial arts are not bad, even if he can't see the way of fighting clearly, just the sound of the rain can determine the way of Dongfang Shiming's moves. After a few rounds, she gradually realized that in a few moments, she would let Dongfang Shiming's blood stain the river.

"Drink!" Suddenly, Mu Xuehua took two steps back.

The moment she lured Dongfang Shiming to attack and stepped forward, her soft sword flipped around her chest and stabbed back, and the sword carried full Yuan Gong, directly taking Dongfang Shiming's unguarded left shoulder!

"Stop!"

A hoarse roar from behind, followed by a long sword struck through the night wind!

Mu Xuehua heard that the flying long sword was about to pierce her life, so she hurriedly collected it and pulled the sword in a roundabout way, blocking the blue light in the night and bouncing it out.

It was Fu Yunge who arrived in time.

He raised his hand and wiped a handful of wet hair covering his forehead, and shouted: "Female devil, you can't fly with wings today!"

Mu Xuehua found that it was the young man just now, and the vigilance in her heart was slightly reduced. She knew very well that this young man was already lacking in strength, and even if he rushed over now, he was afraid that there would be no threat to herself.

Through the layers of rain, Mu Xuehua didn't reply to him, but just snorted coldly contemptuously.

She has an opponent in front of her and behind her, but with the docks and ships so close to them shouldn't be a big problem.

"Look at the move!" Fu Yunge struggled to run over.

Dongfang Shiming also made a corresponding move, ignoring the injury on his leg, and swept away the rain-stained fan again.

Mu Xuehua's eyes suddenly became much more ruthless. This was her determination to take a risk, and as she saw both of them coming towards her, she suddenly took a separate step and leaped lightly into the air.

Fu Yunge endured the poor physical condition, and once again flew upwards with all his strength. Dongfang Shiming saw that his physical strength was overdrawn, folded his hands, and stretched out the double fans for Fu Yunge to use as a ladder to help him pedal.

The cooperation of the two successfully made Fu Yunge follow the speed of Shangmu Xuehua.

However, Mu Xuehua had long expected that he would follow, and at this moment, she didn't wait for Fu Yunge to make a move, she suddenly spun around in the air, and aimed at the gap that was only a measure of proportion with him, and suddenly carried enough strength to her knees, lifted her legs, and knocked Fu Yunge out of the air!

Fu Yunge had already run out of energy, and his abdomen was suddenly hit by surprise, and he couldn't even make a defense.

He only felt that the meridians all over his body were as uncomfortable as fire, and the long-term consumption made his consciousness finally fall into a coma. Mu Xuehua's blow caused him to fall diagonally towards the dock, and finally fell heavily on a small raft.

Jiang Tao kept surging, coupled with the sudden collision, the rope of the small raft "snapped" and broke. With the surging river, the raft carried the unconscious Fuyun Song to the distant waves.

Dongfang Shiming was taken aback, and just about to resist, the figure of Mu Xuehua flying suddenly came, and before he landed, he kicked out violently, hitting Dongfang Shiming's heart.

He rolled straight backwards, rolled down the dock, and smashed the back of his head on another raft, and was immediately unconscious.

The raft floated on the river bank, and the raft that followed Fu Yunge also went down the river. The river wind roared mournfully, and the two rafts wandered quietly, riding the fishy rain, drifting a lonely nocturne into the confused darkness on the other side.

Mu Xuehua slowly walked to the shore. She touched the golden wind peony on her waist and smiled evilly, like a spirit in the red night.

After a moment of silence, she jumped into a fishing boat, lifted the penny, and slowly sailed downstream under the cover of a thin oily canopy.

The pier of Pimazhuang has returned to silence. It's just that the sad wind lingers here, hesitating, and weeping helplessly.

The rain was confused, and the howling wind swept the restless waves. The fire and noise in Chaoyun Street Port were also burned to the ground. There is mourning everywhere, even if the night rain blows, it is difficult to wash away the fishy smell that fills the air.

The reflections at both ends of the mountain gradually blurred, and everything seemed to melt into the rainy night. Cangshan and Cangjiang were silent, and in the haze in the distance, there seemed to be a lonely bird whimpering among the dry forests, and the mournful wail was heard far away, echoing for a long time in the mountains and gorges that beat the waves.

Farther away, the rain blows on the waves, rubbing with the endless Cangjiang River, and everything is blurred by the bleak night. The overlapping shadows of the mountains separate the real from the unreal, and the red flames in the two places seem like bonfires extinguishing in the mist.

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