Hearing that the owner didn't think about the road at all, Guo Shan spread his hands: "What should I do?"

Morning Mist shrugged: "What are you afraid of?"

"Of course I'm scared! In charge, our brothers' lives are in your hands!"

Morning Mist yawned, "Don't worry, it's okay."

After speaking, he ignored Guo Shan and went straight to the mountain gate.

On the way back to her bedroom, Twilight asked, "What are you going to do if Daqingzhai does call?"

Morning Mist shrugged, "I don't know...... No, isn't it your right to come and give advice?"

"Well, I know...... Forget it, let's go out tonight."

"Go to Daqingzhai and kill that Fang Beidang?"

"It's best if you can kill them, and if you can't, check their strength."

"It's over, I can't sleep again tonight...... Wait, I feel like you've been doing something wrong lately."

"What's wrong?"

"Normally if I was impulsive, you would stop me, but you don't seem to be trying to persuade me much lately."

Twilight was silent for a moment, "Just now at the bottom of the mountain, when you were angry, I felt like I was reuniting with you...... In that moment, we were all alone."

Morning Mist said indifferently, "What do you like, let's go to eat first, and then go to Daqingzhai after eating."

"Okay."

…

Looking at the eleven brothers who fell to their knees in front of them, and one who could only lie down because of a broken leg, twelve people were all abolished.

Fang Beidang was very angry.

After all, he is a hero who has seen strong winds and waves, and he will not be angry enough to smash things, but his face distorted by anger is already very telling everything, and the cronies around him are silent one by one, and they dare not breathe.

"Han Lu," Fang Beidang said in a low voice, "You're very bold."

The bucktooth man wept bitterly: "Master! Shame on you, little ones!"

"Let's all go back and recuperate, I don't blame you." Although Fang Beidang also felt that his subordinates were a bit too wasteful, and the twelve people were cleaned up by one person, it was too much to say, but this also showed that this Han Lu was not a layman, and he still had the necessary demeanor, so he forgave these subordinates.

Thinking of the destruction of Harrier Village some time ago, the bandits who came to him also said that it was a person who raided their Harrier Village. At first, he thought that these waste in Harrier Village were scared into insanity, but now that he thinks about it, this Han Lu is still a bit prickly.

Of course, this is not a matter for Fang Beidang, who was the twenty-first day of Tianzi that year.

When those subordinates retreated, Fang Beidang slapped the armrest of the chair, and with so much force, he directly smashed the armrest.

Seeing their boss going crazy, the younger brothers didn't dare to squeak anymore.

"Han Lu, good boy," he still suppressed his anger, "give me some men and horses, and attack Baiyun Village early tomorrow morning!" Tomorrow before the sun sets! I don't want to see a living creature in Baiyun Village!"

"Yes!" The men replied in unison.

When his subordinates had retreated, the military advisor whispered, "Master, you do this...... I'm afraid it's not the way of the woman named Mulan."

"Even if I didn't have this Mulan, I would have wanted to see the depth of Baiyun Village for a long time. Don't persuade me, go and prepare good food and wine, so that the brethren may eat and drink to their heart's content, and ...... tomorrow I'm going to have a big one."

"Yes, in charge."

In Fang Beidang's opinion, the reason why Baiyunzhai Han Lu dared to engage his subordinates was nothing more than that his own people were cleaned up in his own territory, and he couldn't get by on his face. Deep down in his heart, he didn't take Baiyun Village in his eyes at all, a group of turtles from the northwest just ate a mouthful of food. At first, he didn't want to look for trouble, he was older, and he was no longer as energetic as he was when he was younger. Young people want to grow and grow, and he is willing to give this opportunity. But this Han Lu is a little shameless, and it is difficult to solve the hatred in his heart if he doesn't kill him.

Daqingzhai is indeed easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is well guarded, but it is said that it is 20 years ago, and there has been no wind and rain on the rivers and lakes in the past 20 years

No one dared to attack Daqingzhai, and Fang Beidang had been very restrained in his work over the years, so the relationship with Bai Dao was quite harmonious. Today, there are only a few brothers keeping vigil at night in Daqingzhai, and the precautions are really a little lax. This is different from Baiyunzhai, these people in the northwest are not familiar with the place, so they are very careful in doing things.

Even the morning fog couldn't help but be stunned about the preparedness of Daqingzhai, which was too relieved. Some time ago, when he sneaked into Baiyun Village, it took some effort, and he almost walked into this big green village with a swagger.

After entering the stockade, he found something that surprised him even more: the group of mountain bandits drank drunk one by one. He even ran into one who came out to relieve him, and the man staggered past him without asking who he was.

Morning Mist whispered, "Twilight...... I don't think it's difficult to unify the Xiangyang underworld."

"Alright, don't be poor, hurry up and get down to business."

The scale of Daqingzhai is much larger than that of Baiyun Village, and he wasted all his efforts to find the residence of Fang Beidang, the owner of the village.

At this time, Fang Beidang didn't sleep, he was wiping the knife.

In fact, the attack on Baiyunzhai was not to export his evil anger and find a way back, but more because his hands were itchy. In the past 20 years, although he has not lost this kung fu, he has not fought against any masters. He is a strong man, a strong man on the Tianzi list, and he is unwilling to be lonely in his heart.

Although this Han Lu is young, judging from the descriptions of his subordinates, he is at least a master of heavenly characters.

Thinking of being able to kill happily tomorrow, Fang Beidang couldn't help but smile.

But the smile stopped abruptly, for he heard the sound of a human being falling to the ground at the door.

He stopped wiping his knife and stood up to stare at the door.

The door opened, and a young man dragged two bodies into the house. Those two dead men were his men.

The young man threw the body on the ground, calmly closed the door, then turned around and stared into his eyes, and after looking at it for a long time, the young man smiled: "You are Fang Beidang?"

Fang Beidang slowly approached the young man: "You are Han Lu?"

"Yes, it's me. I've heard that you've sent people for my trouble."

"That's right."

"Old boy, you're quite fat."

"It's been years since I've seen a crazy young man like you."

"Can you please judge yourself? I've killed a lot of people during this time, and I've killed a lot of people, and someone will be unhappy, and if she's unhappy, you'll be even more deserved."

Fang Beidang smiled happily: "I like you a little bit."

Han Lu sighed, "Why can't people like you be direct? Isn't it interesting to pretend to be a lover?"

Fang Beidang gently stroked the blade: "This knife has been with me for more than thirty years, and it has tasted the blood of many heroes...... Since I became a master of heavenly characters, no one has been looking for me to fight hard, it's very boring."

Han Lu frowned and asked, "What are your heavenly characters?"

"Twenty-one."

"Okay, not too high."

The two stared at each other with a smile, one with a bloodthirsty ghost smile and the other with a contemptuous smile.

A gust of wind blew outside the house, and it pierced through the crack in the door, blowing out the only oil lamp in the house. As the lights went out, the battle between the two began.

The sound of dense sword collisions sounded in the room, and two figures, an old man and a young man, quickly shuttled and intertwined in the room. In such a fierce battle, not a single chair or table was touched, and the two men were like ghosts, always able to avoid all obstacles with precision.

After thirty moves, blood began to splash on windows and walls. Neither of them spoke, and they couldn't even hear the breath of luck, as if they were holding their breath and fighting.

One hundred and seventy moves later, a broken arm smashed through the window and flew outside.

After two hundred moves, the fight stopped.

Fang Beidang's eyes cast a terrifying light in the darkness, and the young man in front of him did not look at him, but carefully looked at the sword body.

"Boy, good swordsmanship."

"You're okay...... Quite sensible, didn't hurt my sword.

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"Who did you learn this swordsmanship from?"

"I forgot, it seems like I realized it myself."

"Yes, yes."

Fang Beidang let go of his hand, the steel knife fell to the ground, he sat on the chair behind him, and slowly lowered his head, but his eyes were still open, but the light in his eyes was slowly extinguishing.

Han Lu walked up to him and whispered, "Borrow someone's head."

After saying that, he swung his sword and cut off his head, and then walked out of the house with his head in his hand.

…

Early in the morning of the second day, the Daqingzhai military division asked people to ring the bell and wake up the mountain bandits who were still hangover. More than 200 people lined up to stand up, which was quite spectacular.

But the strange thing is that I didn't see the head of the house come out, and the man in charge of the house has always been very punctual, so the military advisor sent someone to the house to call the head of the house to come out.

After a while, the brother who had been sent out stumbled back, still screaming strangely.

The military advisor secretly said that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "What are you shouting?!" Whoever is in charge!"

"The ...... of the master Death to the master! The head is gone! One of my arms was broken!"

Before he could recover from the shock, the brother who was watching the gate also ran over and said in despair, "Advisor! There's a head at the door!"

The military advisor hurriedly led people to the gate of the cottage, only to see a spear standing at the door of the cottage, and a head was inserted at the top of the spear.

It is the big boss of Daqingzhai - Fang Beidang.

Under his head hung a white cloth with a line of words written in blood.

"Baiyun Village, Cold Dew."

The mountain bandits in Daqingzhai understood two things at this moment, first, the big boss was killed unknowingly last night. Second, the big boss of Baiyun Village is not surnamed Han.

…

Guo Shan was anxious because in the morning he found that the person in charge of the house was gone. He only said that he was in charge and regretted it because he provoked Daqingzhai, so he fled overnight. This big stall was handed over to him again, and he knew that he had worked hard with him at the beginning, and when Daqingzhai called, their group of people would still die.

Just when he was scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, he saw a person and a horse walking slowly not far away, getting closer, and found that the person who came was none other than the big boss.

Guo Shan was overjoyed in his heart and hurried to catch up.

"Boss! Where have you been...... What's wrong with you?"

The head was covered in blood, and there were two knife cuts on his clothes, and his face was pale, and it seemed that he was not lightly injured.

Twilight jumped off the horse, feeling her internal organs squirm and cough with rust in her throat. He turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood in the clearing next to him, then wiped his mouth.

"Don't worry, Fang Beidang is dead. Someone came to my room to bandage my wound."

"Yes!" Guo Shan hurriedly took the reins.

That sword technique is too powerful, if it weren't for Fang Beidang's restrictions on darkness and age, this competition would not necessarily be won by anyone. Although Morning Mist had the upper hand at the time, in order to crack his sword technique, Morning Mist exhausted his mind. The morning fog has been sleeping since the war, and has not said a word until now.

On this day, Baiyun Mountain and Daqing Mountain were quite peaceful, and nothing happened.