With Tang Pei's death, the last trace of extravagant hope of that group of martial arts people was ruthlessly cut off, and there was no possibility of reconciliation between the two sides, since this was the case, let's fight!

Although the hundreds of martial arts people are not so exaggerated as being twisted into a rope, at least everyone is bent on survival. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEven if the soldiers and horses from outside are still coming, Wang Chan is confident that he has the strength to fight.

Wang Chan wiped the blood on his face, laughed "hey", and quickly slashed out with a single knife in his hand, and the ground was full of blood and corpses, both from Qing soldiers and martial arts people.

"Fifth brother, sixth brother and this hero, take everyone this way. At this moment, a young scholar suddenly appeared at the door, stretched out his hand and shouted at the Chang brothers. This person was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, thin and small, and he was quite handsome, but at this time he looked anxious, and his delicate face had a little more solemn meaning.

Wang Chan glanced at the man, and without the slightest hesitation, he slashed down a guard beside him with a single sword, and rushed out. Seeing this, the other heads also rushed out with their respective disciples. The Chang brothers fell last, their palms came out, and the two banquets flew out upside down, hitting the chests of the first few guards to chase out, and then they didn't look at it, turned around and left quickly.

Under the leadership of the young scholar, Wang Chan and the others did not leave from the gate of the Shuai Mansion, but walked a quiet path. The guards on this road were really extremely lax, and everyone soon rushed out of the Shuai Mansion, and then fought all the way out of the capital. The Red Flower Society is worthy of being the number one anti-Qing element, and it is obviously prepared.

Forbidden city.

"Damn, these anti-thieves all deserve to die!" The middle-aged man in a bright yellow dragon robe slammed the secret report in his hand to the ground, and slapped his right hand heavily on the desk carved from the South China Sea agarwood, which was more precious than gold, and gritted his teeth.

The eunuch serving on the side was silent, he had never seen the other party so angry after following his master for so many years. If his deceased master was still there, he would have known this expression, which had appeared ten years ago.

The outskirts of the capital mountains.

It seemed that the pursuers of the Qing court would not chase after them for the time being, and everyone breathed a long sigh of relief in their hearts. Looking at it, of the more than 400 people who went to the banquet today, only more than 200 escaped, and many sects even stayed in that cold marshal mansion forever. It can be said that the decline of those sects that did not escape this catastrophe will become inevitable.

This is still when Fukangan was suddenly killed by Wang Chan, and the Shuai Mansion was in a panic, completely unprepared.

Almost everyone looked up at the young man in a green shirt who had been dyed blood-red not far away, and there was both hatred and respect in their eyes. Some of the heads snorted coldly and left with their own people without a sound... If there are still disciples alive. More people hugged their fists at Wang Chan and said a polite word or two, it was obvious that what Wang Chan said in the Shuai Mansion made the blood that had already cooled on their bodies ignite again. It's just that no one wants to stay, after all, nothing in this world is as important as their own lives. No one is obligated to die for the beliefs of others.

Seeing this group of martial arts people leave one after another, Wang Chan never spoke, and he didn't even put down the steel knife in his hand whose blade had already curled, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"I see that the benefactor Buddha has deep roots, and he is a person who is destined for my Buddha, and if he enters my Buddha's door, he will definitely attain the right result one day. Zen Master Dazhi came to Wang Chan with his hands folded and bowed.

Wang Chan turned his head to look at Zen Master Dazhi, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "My six roots are not purified, and the five precepts are difficult to get rid of, I'm afraid I won't be able to cultivate the Buddha." This is the second time that someone has come over to say that he has a relationship with the Buddha, does he have his own Buddhist aura, Wang Chan has 10,000 grass and mud horses roaring past at this time. Doesn't Lao Tzu want to be a monk, why is it so difficult?

Seeing that Wang Chan did not react, Zen Master Dazhi was not annoyed, and recited the Buddha name and left by himself. And Wu Qingzi, that is, Lu Feiqing, stayed, looking Wang Chan up and down with a smile.

"This brother, our chief helmsman has a please. The young scholar who had led the way before walked up to Wang Chan and bowed

This young scholar is none other than Chen Jialuo, the chief helmsman of the Red Flower Society, and now he should be said to be the fifteenth leader of the Red Flower Society.

Wang Chan followed Xin Yan and the Chang brothers towards the mountain.

Not long after leaving, I heard a long voice in the ground: "Vast sorrow, vast calamity." At the end of the tanka, the bright moon is missing. Lush and beautiful city, there is blue blood. The blue is sometimes exhausted, the blood is sometimes extinguished, and a wisp of incense is not broken. Yes, yes, yes ”

After groaning, the voice turned to whimpering, followed by the voices of more than ten people, either sighing or crying, mixed with the cries of several women.

Wang Chan looked up and saw a dozen people standing in front of a tomb. One of them, with a dusty face, was dressed in old clothes, and his face was full of sorrow, but judging from his face alone, he was ninety percent similar to Fukangan, who died in the hands of Wang Chan.

Regardless of the introduction of Xin Yan, just from the dress of each person, Wang Chan has already guessed their identities.

Quick Sword Dustless Dao People, Thousand Arms Rulai Zhao Banshan, Ben Thunder Hand Wen Tailai, Mandarin Duck Dao Luo Bing, Jin Di Xiucai Yu Yutong, Li Yuanzhi, plus the Chang brothers, Xin Yan, Chen Jialuo and Huo Qingtong, it can be said that almost all the high-level leaders of the Red Flower Society are here.

The reason why they rushed all the way from Huijiang to the capital was because today was the death anniversary of Princess Xiangxiang's death for ten years, and everyone wanted to go to her tomb to make a sacrifice.

Wang Chan raised his eyes and glanced at the incense mound, and suddenly his right hand clenched into a fist and slammed into Chen Jialuo's face.

The leaders of the Red Flower Society obviously didn't expect Wang Chan to make a sudden move on Chen Jialuo, and they were shocked, wondering if this person was a court eagle dog. It is also that they are concerned about chaos at this time, otherwise as long as you think about it, you will know that this is impossible, you must know that Wang Chan killed the fierce man of Fukangan with his own hands.

Wuchen Daoist and Zhao Banshan were about to make a move, but they were stopped by Chen Jialuo reaching out. Because Chen Jialuo did not feel the murderous aura from Wang Chan.

In the face of the menacing punch, Chen Jialuo didn't have any support, and he also returned the punch to you.

The scene where the two fists collide did not happen.

I saw that Wang Chan's figure flashed, and he staggered half of his body, and the iron fist in his hand slammed into Chen Jialuo's chest. And Chen Jialuo's punch also hit Wang Chan.

Chen Jialuo had already overestimated Wang Chan enough, but after the fight, he realized that he was still underestimated. First of all, Wang Chan's ghostly body made him unable to react for a while, and then Wang Chan's punch, he only felt that the blood in his chest was churning, and his throat was sweet and a mouthful of blood was spit out, and this was still the case of Wang Chan's hand.

On the other hand, Wang Chan was also punched by Chen Jialuo, but he was much better than him. Chen Jialuo also didn't use all his strength, but Wang Chan had an iron cloth shirt, so the damage he suffered was naturally limited.

Chen Jialuo raised his eyes and saw that Wang Chan had already drifted away, and the voice came slowly this time.

"This punch was made by the girl in the incense mound. ”

Chen Jialuo stretched out his hand to stop the several masters who wanted to pursue Wang Chan, and his face was full of tears.