The rain was pouring down, and the wind was torn.

In the curtain of darkness.

Murong Bo braved the heavy rain and ran in the wilderness. The footsteps were in a hurry, and the black clothes on his body were like an invisible air cover, blocking the rain from the outside, and the robe was not wet.

He chose a remote path, and he walked through the woods, through the high slopes, and stumbled along the way, and after half an hour, his vision suddenly sparkled with scales and joy.

He came to the bank of the Yellow River.

An infinite river stretches across the earth, as if it has been there since ancient times. The rushing river, sandwiched by the mud washed by the torrent upstream, came from the west, deafening, and the friction of the collision with the mountains and reefs was like the roar of a lion, and the tiger roared in the mountains and forests, and poured eastward into the chest and abdomen of the chaotic beast that had already opened its huge mouth.

Murong Bo stood on the shore, his expression long gone, replaced by anxiety.

According to the pre-arrangement, there should be a fishing boat tethered to the north shore. But just now he swept with his gaze, and there was half a figure of a ship in sight, leaving only the thick iron chains attached to the boulder.

After thousands of calculations, it was not calculated that the original drizzle would turn into torrential rain, causing the flash flood of the Yellow River to erupt.

The pre-prepared ships were apparently destroyed in this sudden flash flood.

What to do, time waits for no one, he must cross the Yellow River tonight and run for his life quickly, otherwise his previous efforts will be wasted.

Looking at the turbulent murky river, he was at a loss. In his heyday, it was just a light thing to cross the Yellow River with light skills, but now he was seriously injured and had no confidence in crossing the Yellow River.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally he bit his lip so hard that blood oozed, and he resolutely turned and went somewhere else.

Flee must be made tonight. He has endured the burden in his life, what is it for, it is not the great cause of recovering Beiyan, but ...... But after thousands of calculations, I didn't expect that the head of the Infinite Sword Sect, Uncle Tai, would burn this person, and this person would not be gone.

Originally, he and Fu'er and a few retainers. Yanziwu, who had already left, came to the hinterland of the Central Plains, incognito, ready to develop again, but he saw Uncle Tai with the three masters, suddenly airborne, a fight, the retainer died, even his son Fu'er died.

All your skills come to naught. Sucked up by the abominable four.

Murong Bo's face suddenly revealed a hideous color, and his eyes shot hatred. The great cause of the restoration of the Northern Yan Dynasty, why did it reach his hands, it would be so difficult, and why did God treat him like this!

It's hateful, it's hateful, it's that uncle, everything is him. If it weren't for him, his plan would have been successful. Why does it have to be him.

He was in a hurry, and soon he was in the middle of the forest.

"Murong Bo, don't come unharmed, where are you going, why are you so seriously injured?"

A cold voice rang out.

Brush! Brush! Brush! Brush! Four sounds.

Four figures came out of the shadows, two men and two women, and four long swords.

It was Uncle Tai and Wu Yazi and his party.

"It's you again. Uncle Burn! ”

Murong Bo narrowed his eyes, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Okay!" Good! Good! Are you going to kill them all? Why do you have to get along with me? "I looked around, the mountain path, quiet and quiet, and there was no one else around. His heart sank a little.

These people are really haunted, and no matter how they escape, they can't escape from their palms.

How did he know that Uncle Tai's forehead taught the role of Tianyan, and another function was to be able to investigate and deal with any clues and track the target.

All of this is no coincidence.

The sky-blue long sword slanted to the ground, and the blue light was boundless.

Uncle Tai's voice sounded: "Yes, I just want to get along with you, who told you to restore the great cause of Dayan's restoration, Dayan Murong clan, Xianbei people, I'm right, from the time I came out of the mountain to now, I've been calculating you, how is it, the taste is okay." You were able to escape your life from these two masters, and I made me look down on you. ”

Murong Bo took off the face towel that had been masked, revealing a gloomy face: "If it's really you, who is Your Excellency, who is it that has set up such a situation, what do you want to do?" Although Murong Bo was blocked by Uncle Tai and Wu Yazi and others, he didn't care at all and talked eloquently.

"You don't already know who I am. It's so deep that you can't imagine it. Uncle Tai's body moved, his steps stepped forward, his bones trembled slightly, and the Tianbi long sword in his hand also trembled slightly, and the rhythm was mysterious: "Is the great cause of restoring the country really so important?" ”

"Hahaha........."

A burst of laughter suddenly sounded, Murong Bo laughed, as if something funny, and only stopped after a while, his eyes were cold, but his tone was unusually calm: "My Xianbei Murong Department has experienced Houyan, Western Yan, Southern Yan, and Northern Yan, after the Battle of Weishui, Murong Chui broke away from Fu Jian in the name of sacrificing and sweeping the tombs of his ancestors, and went to Yecheng, under the order of Fu Pi, and led the army to attack Zhai Bin, a member of the Ding Ling tribe who raised troops to resist the former Qin on the south side of the Yellow River. Murong Chui rebelled with Zhai Bin, proclaimed himself a general, a metropolitan governor, and the king of Yan, and in the first year of Yan Yuan, he gathered more than 200,000 troops to counterattack Yecheng. At this point, there is my Murong Dayan Kingdom! I just want to return to the country, why are you stopping me. With you stretching out our hands, we are united, and there is no one in the world who is invincible! ”

Uncle Tai looked at Murong Bo silently, the poor man must have something to hate, and said: "Murong Bo, you must die tonight, stop talking nonsense, take out the sword!" ”

Murong Bo chuckled: "Okay, good!" You are all swordsmanship masters, I will use the swordsmanship of the Murong family to meet you, who will come! ”

Slowly pulled out the long sword hanging on his waist, buzzing, pointing at Uncle Tai to burn them, looking like he was at the end of his rope.

Boom!

Li Canghai's long sword was unsheathed, silver light flashed, a little under his feet, his body speed was extremely fast, the long sword shook slightly, the person followed the sword, the swordsmanship was extremely mysterious, the long sword turned into a little silver light, and stabbed at Murong Bo's vital point.

The clanging sound rang out in an instant.

The two long swords turned into two clouds of light rain, staggered and collided, splashing a little raindrop, gathering more and more, and gradually the figures of Li Canghai and Murong Bo were hidden by the sword light.

Uncle Tai, Wu Xingyun, and Wu Yazi pressed on the side, looking at Murong Bo at the end of the hero, silent.

Li Canghai's swordsmanship unfolded like a gentle wind and drizzle, revealing murderous intent in the continuity, making people unconsciously attacked, although Murong Bo's swordsmanship has been immersed in decades, it is not as good as Li Canghai.

Li Canghai and Murong Bo fought with more than 20 swords, and their faces were at ease, sometimes blocking and dodging, and sometimes stabbing and fighting back.

Murong Bo was able to stalemate with Li Canghai at the beginning of a dozen moves, but twenty moves had passed, and he had a lot of merit and little merit.

After a few more moves, Murong Bo coughed again and again, the fierce battle made his old injuries attack, his internal breath suddenly became confused, his body was stunned, and he involuntarily spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Li Canghai's eyes were full of essence, and at the moment when Murong Bo's figure was stunned, a palm slapped out, and it slapped on Murong Bo's chest at once.

shattered his sternum, and at the same time, the Northern Pluto Divine Skill was lifted, and the internal qi was sucked clean in an instant.

Murong Bo fell to the ground with a puff, and the long sword that had followed him for many years fell to the ground.

Li Canghai stepped forward and cut his throat with a sword. (To be continued.) )