The night was deep, and the rain was pouring down,^

The rain was rolling, the thick clouds behind him were hidden in the sky, and in the overwhelming ink, no one could see the strange arrangement of stars behind the clouds, and the intricate orbits of fate were entangled, and in the dark night when the wind was blowing, it was even more incredibly chaotic.

There is a path along the mountain between the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Chunsheng Pavilion, which is relatively remote and not easy to be discovered.

As the man in black advanced, Lian Zhou felt more and more as if something was wrong, and after thinking hard, she finally understood what was wrong.

Before the words "Let's go back to ......" and "Suburban Forest Slope" were exited, another wave of black-clothed people appeared in front of them and blocked their way.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the men in black coming from all directions, surrounding them in a boat.

Lian Zhou knew that although her father's old subordinates had not been killed or injured, they had been greatly drained by the fierce battle of the right talents, and they would have no chance of winning in the face of these uninvited guests.

Lian Zhou rubbed his eyebrows and shouted, "Don't get close!" ”

Lian Zhou roared, her voice was like a bell, making everyone stop, but in an instant, those black-clothed people of unknown origin drew their knives and moved forward, wanting to cut at the black-clothed people on Lianzhou's side, but Lianzhou let out a louder roar at this time: "We surrender!" ”

However, a man in black beside Lian Zhou shouted, "How can you surrender? We, the Song army, would rather die a tragic death than surrender! ”

Then, regardless of it, he stabbed the scimitar forward, and in one fell swoop, he ended up with a man in black on the other side.

As a result, a fierce battle with a huge disparity in strength can no longer be avoided.

The lightning was shining with a bang, the knife was pumping blood, and a man in black had countless blades inserted into his body, his eyes were so wide open, and his mouth was still muttering: "Little, Miss......"

The voice is so small, but for some reason, ^

Then a sharp knife slashed down and plunged it into the man's nose, splattering blood three feet at the moment.

Lian Zhou's pupils shrank, and he shouted, "No! ”

"Miss be careful!" Lian Zhou was about to move forward, but saw Han Feng flash, and then a man in black immediately jumped out, hugged her and rolled on the spot, just as he stood up, an arrow hit his eyebrows accurately, and in a flash of lightning, Lian Zhou saw the sharp arrow, penetrating his head, and a long bloody spur sticking out of the back of his head.

She didn't know him, but he looked at her closely, his body already lying on the ground, but his eyes were wide open, and his gaze was locked on her with deep concern.

Lianzhou picked up a knife from the ground and stabbed it through the archer's chest, she desperately moved forward, the knife passed through the body that blocked her one by one, blood splattered on her thin face, and in the night of electric lightning, it looked so hideous.

The girl's eyes were full of murderous intent, and her eyes were fierce, like a beast that had been cornered.

She ran to the man in black who had fallen to the ground, but her hand had fallen out of nowhere, and she stared at the long arrow between his eyebrows, as if her heart had been slashed by a sharp weapon, full of sharp sting.

The girl fell to her knees and cried out, "Wake up! ”

When she foolishly led them to death, none of these people suspected her, they instinctively thought that it was Meng Hui's trick, so they would spare no effort to protect her, even if she let them go into danger.

But someone over there was calling urgently: "Miss, it's dangerous there!" ”

In the midst of lightning and thunder, and the sound of rain, the man held a scimitar and killed him from the crowd, but unexpectedly, someone suddenly dropped a sharp dart at the knee, and the man bent on one knee in pain, and the knife in his hand was heavily inserted into the muddy ground.

Lian Zhou turned her head, but saw a cold light flashing in front of her, she just wanted to call out, but saw that the cold light had passed through the wind and rain, and flew towards the man kneeling on the ground. However, in the next moment, before the man could recover his senses, a man in black suddenly flew forward, swept with a big knife, and cut off the man's head.

After rolling his head a few times, he finally stopped, and fell in a pool of blood beside Lianzhou, the headless man still held the hilt of the knife, knelt on the ground, and did not fall for a long time, his broad figure was like a determined sculpture.

The heavy rain was unprecedentedly strong, like a scoop and a splash, but in an instant it was already weak, the drizzle was like silk, the breeze swayed, like a powerless old man with vicissitudes of life, and his wrinkled hands could no longer set off huge waves, and he was no longer able to dominate the turmoil of the world.

The thick smell of blood permeated the mountain, and the black forces were blocking me, one and the other, the night owls on the mountain hovered low in the sky, vowing to swallow the stinky delicacy into the hungry belly for a long time, and three or two crows swept over the sky, still making a cheerful chirping, not remembering the fierce battle that had just ended.

The showers had stopped, the sky was gradually blurring with hazy ashes, and dawn was hidden behind the thick dark clouds. Blood flowed slowly along the meridians of the mountain, and the young man in a white shirt stood on the top of the mountain, the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was like endless blood under his feet, red and scorching.

In the basement of the Prime Minister's Mansion, three men were tied hand and foot tied to the cross, and their eyes looked angrily at the guards of the Meng Mansion who were holding the whip.

The three men looked like they were in their thirties and forties, their faces and bodies were covered with knife wounds, their flesh and skin were rolled, and they were dripping with blood.

This is the Song family army that survived last night's night battle.

"Do you want to talk about it? Say it or not! The guard whipped the man in the middle, and the man bit his lip in pain, but he still refused to cry out in pain.

The door of the basement slowly opened, and the young man in plain clothes and jade belt walked in, Ruyu's face had a faint expression, and said, "Qian Shou, who told you to beat them?" ”

Qian Shou put down the whip and replied with his head down: "Back to the young master's words, this is what the old master meant." ”

"Really?" The young man stepped on the steps of the basement and went down one step at a time, and said in a deep voice: "They are all iron-clad people, and if you beat them again, they won't say anything." In this way, it will not help at all. ”

"Then according to the young master's meaning, what do you want?" The guard asked respectfully.

"Don't hit them yet." Meng Hui raised his sleeves and said lightly.

The guard looked hesitant: "It's ......"

The young man showed a slightly tired look, pursed his lips, and said, "I have to take care of everything." ”

"The surname Meng, if you want to fight, you can fight, if you want to kill, don't think of any other ways to deal with us, let me tell you, even if you want to break your head, our Song family army will not give in to you court eagle dogs!"

"Shut up!" Qian Shou whipped the man's body, "You dare to be inferior to our young master!" I think you're too long! ”

"Hmph, surnamed Meng, you can't get the topographic map of Xichuan, don't be delusional!"

Qian Shou's whip was raised, but it didn't fall into the man's hand, and when he looked at it, he found that his young master held the whip in his hand.

"You'll tell."

The young man's faint expression showed a hint of fierceness, and he looked closely at the three people in front of him, and then flew out of the basement door in white clothes.

After a while, the young man walked back again, this time followed by two guards, escorting the tied girl and following Meng Hui.

The guards threw the girl on the ground, and the girl who fell to the ground had several knife wounds on her body, her face was also stained with mud, her hair was unkempt as grass, and her lips were pale as paper, without blood.

"Miss!" The three men shouted in unison.

Meng Hui smiled, took the long whip from Qian Shou, put it in his hand and played with it gently, the young man was clear-headed, and he was dressed in white clothes to make him more and more Zhilan Yushu, his fingers rubbed carefully on the lines of the long whip, but it seemed to be stroking a good flute.

But the faint sharpness at the corners of the eyebrows and eyes is so hard to ignore.

"I like your reaction." The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, and his gaze turned to the faces of the three men, "How is it, do you want to say it?" ”