Outside the county seat of Qingyang, the corpses of the 'White Bandit Gang' were densely covered with official roads, and the blood flowing out stained the soil blood-red.

The damage of the 'Qingyang Army' is also not small, 500 cavalry, and only 130 cavalry are left at this moment.

However, even though he lost more than half of the losses, Li Mo still felt that it was worth it, because there were only 300 people left in the 2,000 'White Bandit Army', and all of them fled.

Above the sky, yellow thunder and golden swords still exploded.

The battle between the two 'Xuanling Level' masters lasted for several hours, but it still didn't stop.

Li Mo's brows furrowed slightly, as he found that as time passed, Lei Wu began to lose little by little.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, accompanied by a flash of golden sword.

Lei Wu's figure was like a bird with broken wings, falling from the sky.

Li Mo was shocked, and on his left hand, the blue light bloomed. The light of water slowly emerged from the city walls, and slowly a small lake was formed.

"Smack!"

At this moment, Lei Wu's body fell and landed in a pool of water, splashing everywhere.

In the originally clear water, a trace of blood red was gradually dissolved.

Lei Wu clutched his arms, but he still couldn't stop the blood trickling out like a spring.

Li Mo stepped forward with a very anxious expression: "Uncle Lei, are you okay?"

"Can't die!" Lei Wu replied, struggling to crawl out of the pool. The spatial ring on his hand flashed, and a cotton cloth dipped in herbs appeared on his hand.

Li Mo picked up the cotton cloth and carefully helped Lei Wu stop the blood.

Lei Wu sighed secretly: "This week, the white dragon is really worthy of the reputation of the 'Golden Knife'." ”

In the sky, the golden mangs were sheng, and then the figure of Zhou Bailong fell from the sky. The white clothes were still spotless, and although the previous battle was fierce, it did not leave any traces on his white clothes.

"I lost. Lei Wu looked at Zhou Bailong with a somewhat unwilling expression.

Zhou Bailong's face was as usual, as if defeating Lei Wu was an insignificant matter.

He turned his head to look at the blood-stained ground outside the city, and the dense mass of corpses on the ground.

"I won you, but I lost the gamble. Zhou Bailong sighed, as if he was very nostalgic: "However, I have had enough of this kind of hiding and hiding days." Before you die, do a vigorous and big thing, and let that guy in the imperial city know that I, Zhou Bailong, are still there!"

Li Mo raised his head, stared carefully at this scholarly 'bandit leader', and sighed secretly.

He really wanted to tell Zhou Bailong that the 'Imperial General' who competed with him back then died at the hands of the 'Qinglin Hall' a year ago, and the current 'Imperial General' was a twenty-seven-year-old young man.

But Li Mo still didn't say it after all, perhaps, in Zhou Bailong's heart, only the former 'Imperial General' was his lifelong opponent.

Zhou Bailong stood on the city wall, looking at the great rivers and mountains in the distance. His expression was sad, and he unconsciously shed tears.

The eldest husband was born between heaven and earth, when he brought a three-foot sword, he made immortal achievements, and he could only make promises and spend his life in his pockets.

"I hate it!"

Zhou Bailong let out a long roar, majestic mountains and rivers. The golden broadsword was raised suddenly, and he suddenly exerted his strength, and the golden knife slashed through his neck. Blood splattered the city, and the hero died.

Before the fall, Zhou Bailong saw the scene when he carried his bags and went to the 'Beiyang Imperial City' to catch the exam; he saw the scene of fighting with that person in the ring; he also saw the scene when the three words 'Zhou Bailong' appeared on the 'Jixia Red List'

If there is no scumbag like Sha Ke, I am afraid that at this time, he is also guarding Beiyang, a general who has made great achievements.

It's all gone

In the sixty-eighth year of the Northern Central Calendar, the county chronicles of Qingyang County recorded: The 'White Bandit Gang' that had been entrenched in Qingyang County for more than 20 years was all annihilated under the command of the county commander Li Mo. The bandit leader Zhou Bailong killed himself on the city tower, and Qingyang County has been peaceful since then

Li Mo walked to the city tower, looked at Zhou Bailong's corpse, and sighed secretly.

Zhou Bailong's affairs, he also knows a little more or less. He knew that this person was not really a bad person, he was just forced to be corrupted by this world.

Many years later, Zhou Bailong's deeds of killing himself in the city tower were still stated by storytellers in the teahouse, but in those words, it was no longer a satire of the 'White Bandit Gang' leader, but more of a sigh for Zhou Bailong's fate

However, it was said that Zhou Bailong killed himself in the city tower of Qingyang County, and the war outside the city was completely over, and one hundred and thirty cavalry cavalry began to support the city under the command of Li Mo.

But at this moment, there was a sudden explosion in the sky.

Ye Junlin's body was hit by a brown fist shadow, like a goshawk with broken wings, and fell straight down.

Ye Junlin fell while holding the injured Xu Sheng. He placed his body under Xu Sheng's body, and then stretched out his purple cloud wings hard, trying to stabilize his body in the air.

However, the power of that fist was too terrifying, and before the purple cloud wings could be opened, Ye Junlin's body was embedded in the earth.

"Boom!"

The boy's body smashed a large hole into the ground.

"Boom!"

In the middle of the sky, another hill weighed down.

Ye Junlin was startled, hurriedly covered Xu Sheng's body under him, and then swung his heavy sword out and faced the hill.

"Bang!"

The sword was sharp, and it instantly cut the hill in half.

Ye Junlin didn't have time to catch his breath, and a brown fist struck again.

"Not good!"

Ye Junlin shouted, the sword qi all over his body surged, and an invisible sword qi armor lingered on his body.

The fist was very fast, and it hit the invisible sword qi armor in an instant.

The 'Sword Qi Divine Skill' is magical, but it is only a twofold realm, and it is still impossible to withstand the full force of this 'Intermediate Xuan Ling'.

The brown fist turned into a small mountain, instantly crushing the invisible sword qi armor, and then bombarded Ye Junlin's chest heavily.

"Poof—"

Ye Junlin instantly spurted out a mouthful of blood, feeling that all his internal organs seemed to be crushed and deformed.

Xu Sheng was protected by Ye Junlin, but he still felt a strong pressure, and his pale face instantly became even paler.

A small mountain-like figure fell from the sky, shaking the earth with a bang.

It's Huang Baiwei.

Huang Baiwei's face was ugly, and he was trapped for a moment by a 'low-level Xuanshi', which made him very angry, because if this matter spread, it would greatly damage his 'prestige'.

Therefore, he must kill Ye Junlin.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two hills of brown light rose from his hands, like mountains. Huang Baiwei looked at Ye Junlin with fierce eyes.

Ye Junlin was already seriously injured and had difficulty moving.

Just when he thought he was going to die, a carriage slowly stopped not far away