The sword rises and falls, all in one go.

The head that was grabbed in the man's hand fell to the ground, and Fu Yunge immediately saw that it was Yan Yang's head.

He felt a sour feeling in his heart, and when he saw Lu Lu who was demented and distracted not far away, he nodded behind him, and the two quietly stepped forward.

When she saw the headless corpse, she was still terrified. But seeing Lu Lu so sad, she couldn't care less about being afraid.

"It's okay, you're safe." Fu Yunge squatted down and whispered comfortingly.

Tu Yu took out a small handkerchief from her clothes and gently wiped away her tears. Lu Lu still looked a little sluggish, but he just held Yan Yang's cold hand tightly and refused to let go.

Fu Yunge looked at her and felt sad with her. They were still a step too late, and they couldn't save the lovers after all.

Suddenly, when I looked up, I saw that the dense masts in the river not far away began to flow into the distance.

The firelight is also leaving visibly with the naked eye, and the ruins of Shuangqian Town are becoming dim. Blood filled the air, and even the wind mixed with sadness.

"They're leaving." Fu Yunge looked at the slowly moving mast and muttered.

In a hurry, the two of them carried Lu Lu to a safe place first, and then hurried outside.

At this moment, outside the camp of the Nine Camps, Poinsettia Mei and others attacked successfully at night, and seeing that the miscellaneous soldiers were defeated, they were about to return triumphantly.

Yue Shenchen and Kou Wufu guarded the main gate of the Nine Camps, and the huge archway quickly turned into scorched earth. Or according to the strategy of focusing on life capture, they brought a lot of antidotes, which came in handy.

Since the poinsettia plum no longer needed to make a move, she leaned on the sword and looked at the night sky outside the blood mist.

Obscured by blood mist, no Hoshino was seen. Poinsettia Plum quickly saw that her eyes were tired, and she gently raised her hand to rub her eyes.

The Nine Camps General Battalion was conquered very smoothly. But he didn't feel at ease, the Nine Springs didn't stay here as scheduled, and the Nine Shadows were planning some conspiracy?

In addition, in addition to the things in front of him, he was also concerned about Fu Yunge's affairs.

The internal strength of "The Thirteen Secrets of the Clouds", with his current entry into the country, is not slow. Coupled with the cloud palm and the ethereal sword, he should be safe.

In addition, he took into account Fu Yunge's talent. If the cultivation of "Yun Ji Thirteen Shu" is completed, then Fu Yun Ge Martial Arts will be able to get a glimpse of a new way, and I don't know what kind of creation his future will be.

Listening to the sound of fighting not far away gradually stopped, just like the autumn wind gradually stopped. Poinsettia was about to turn back, but at that moment, his heart trembled.

Far Heaven ...... Although the night and blood haze did not dissipate, there was a faint flash of red light.

Poinsettia Plum secretly felt a sense of foreboding rise in her heart. He immediately looked over there and saw that the red light was where they had come from.

Such a light cannot appear for no reason.

Other words...... It is very likely that something happened in Shuangqian Town!

On the other side, in the drunken dust township, the Hanging Lantern Warrior Monk led the crowd to explore the source of the blood mist, but still failed to arrive.

The blood mist gradually thickened, and he couldn't see his five fingers. There was chaos in front of the black and gloomy front, and there was a faint ghostly howl in my ears from time to time.

He had already turned over Yixia Kongtong Peak, where was the seal concluded by the previous three sects, but the Blood Mist Ghost Cry was so strong that the fragile seal had already been eaten away and broken. Seeing this, the monk of the hanging lamp gradually condensed his eyebrows, and pinched the rosary in his palm very tightly.

Gradually, as the leading monk of the Nether Heavenly Buddha Sect, he became sensitive to the ghostly aura of death in the air.

"Such a hellish scene, I'm afraid it has tormented countless innocent people." He stood at the bow of the boat, his robe fluttering, his eyebrows fluttering.

Drunken Dust nodded. He sat in the cabin and drank, but unfortunately the blood mist mixed into the wine gourd, spoiling the taste of the best grade.

The cabin was thorough at both ends, and the drunken dust town looked at the front of it was blurry, so he simply didn't look at it. Turning his head to look at the road he had come, he couldn't help but whisper a "huh".

It seems like...... It was he who was dazzled.

The night in the distance, but it was not like it, it was dark ahead. In addition to the color of the stern lamp, he seemed to see a little ...... Hazy firelight.

…………

And in Shuangqian Town, the ruins full of holes have already ignited a raging flame at this moment.

The slaughter was almost clean, and the Nine Shadow Shadow soldiers did not stop, and poured all the grease down according to the agreed instructions. The cannon of the moored fireships agitated, and the ruins of Shuangqian Town instantly turned into a sea of fire.

"Tuo! Ahem...... Go save people first! ”

Fu Yunge and Tu Yu walked through it, and the enemy forces had begun to retreat gradually. It's just that I don't see the wolf dust predecessors, and maybe I've gone to fight elsewhere.

The flames were scorching, scorching the skin of the two. They had just rescued a few more people, but before they could settle them properly, those hateful fellows set the whole village and town on fire.

Fu Yunge and Tu Yu first found the house that had not yet been ignited, and cleaned up the flammable debris around them. In this way, the fire will not burn here for the time being, and it can be used as a refuge for everyone first.

The fire was noisy outside, Fu Yunge ran to the door, and his eyes suddenly dazzled, as if he had seen the night of Pimazhuang.

Tu Yu left in response, and he couldn't stop. Thinking of Bai Wujian and Lu Lu, he immediately turned his head and ran to the other side.

Bypassing the large flames, Fu Yunge's heart burned even more like a raging fire, and he was very anxious.

Suddenly, he tried to avoid the flames, but he almost tripped under his feet. When I looked closely, it turned out that there was a large number of corpses horizontally, which showed that there was a fierce battle here.

It's just that there are more familiar clothes inside. Fu Yunge endured his grief and walked past them.

However, the moment he turned his head, a more familiar and intimate garment came into view. He felt his knees go limp and almost fell weakly.

"Yes...... Mr. Gongsun!! ”

With a cry of grief, he staggered towards the corpse.

Gongsun Tan was pinched to death by Xiao Wuye before, and was thrown from mid-air, landing on the ground in front of him. Fu Yunge hurriedly picked him up, but saw that there were many blood marks on his face, and he had no breath anymore.

The fire was fierce, and red jumped beside his cheeks.

Fu Yunge could no longer contain the bitterness in his heart, and his fists clenched and released until the back of his hand revealed the marks of his five fingers.

Gongsun Tan died. Another of his old comrades-in-arms passed away.

The surroundings seemed to be very cooperative, and it became extremely silent. Only the "crackling" sound of the flames, warm and painful, just like that night, he sat in the camp in the back mountains, facing the scene of campfire drinking.

At that time, the cup of turbid wine was handed over by Gongsun Tan. The hot throat hurts, but it is extremely warm, like a sunset.

Now, the picture is still yesterday, but it is no longer within reach.

Two lines of tears ran down his cheeks, half of them evaporated by the heat around them.

After thinking for a moment, Fu Yunge gritted his teeth, his eyes seemed to breathe fire, and he stood up angrily.