Heavy rain poured down, and water fell from the sky.

Dilutes the rich color of blood.

The sparks from the blades slashing, the muffled sound of body collisions, and the splash of blood all melted into the rain curtain that connected the heavens and the earth.

The warriors from the Nine Holy Gates, the Mingshui Gang, the Lingyun Pavilion, and the He family of the Luoshui Great Family, all gathered under the banner of the Martial Supervisor, and poured into the village without fear of death.

collided with the elite of Moxianglou, who was also not afraid of death, like two hideous beasts, biting and devouring the village under the heavy rain, fighting bloodily.

Outside the village, the Mingshui River flows slowly.

On a stone slope more than ten meters high on the shore, Lu Zhihe silently watched the tragic battle that took place not far away, and the face covered by the hat did not have a trace of expression.

It's just that over time.

The few people behind her were already a little breathless.

After all, it was none other than those who shed blood in that village, they were all the elites under their command.

And before they came, none of them thought that this battle would be so bloody and tragic.

It is completely different from the original expectation of crushing the past with the power of thunder, and from the very beginning, he and Moxianglou fell into the flesh mill-like confrontation and consumption.

But now, they have no way out.

One could only hope that after the destruction of Moxianglou, this Lu Observation Envoy would be able to bring enough benefits and benefits to their respective forces.

In this way, we can stabilize the hearts of the people below and make up for the huge losses caused by this tragic bloody battle.

The village was filled with murder.

The death of their companions one by one also caused these gang members to be filled with blood and hatred, and fell into even more frenzied killings.

Finally, Zhuo Jianjue, the sword prince of the Nine Holy Gates, took a step forward on the stone slope, and even took the four sword attendants who were waiting at the bottom of the slope to hold the sword in their hands.

"Don't be impatient."

Lu Zhihe tilted his head slightly, and said the first sentence since the battle, "Now that the master of Moxiang Mansion and other masters can't hide, it's not the best time for you to make a move at this time." ”

Zhuo Jianjue's face was cold, and his tone was not good, "Lu Observation Envoy, the disciples of this sect have suffered heavy losses, but I have been here as a turtle with a shrunken head, I am afraid that I will not have the face to take them back to the Nine Holy Sect." ”

"In that case......

Lu Zhihe was silent for a moment and nodded slightly, "Then you can go, but don't blame me for not reminding you that the battle can only be regarded as just beginning." ”

Zhuo Jianjue frowned slightly, and jumped directly down the stone slope after clasping his fists and saluting.

"Woo......"

At this moment, the sound of the desolate horn suddenly sounded.

Wei Tao used his eyes to look into the distance through the rain curtain.

I saw several large building ships slowly approaching, approaching the village in the bloody battle without stopping.

Immediately afterward, a large number of warriors wearing black suits and inky turbans jumped off the ship and began to accelerate towards the battlefield ahead.

"This is the elite Black Turban Army."

"It turned out to be the Black Turban Army who came from the waterway."

A thought flashed through his mind, and Wei Tao looked at Lu Zhihe slightly, wanting to know how she should respond to this situation.

Lu Zhihe sighed faintly.

On his side, Lu Bo immediately made a gesture.

A second rattling arrow soared into the air, exploding a colorful firework beneath the dark clouds.

In an instant, a group of warriors in armor jumped up from outside the village, forming a large brown wave, colliding with the oncoming black tide.

"That's the case, this is the elite of the Prison Martial Arts Division she brought from the Central Plains, waiting to confront the Black Turban Army head-on."

"I thought it was just a skirmish to encircle and suppress the Lord of Moxiang Mansion, but I didn't expect it to turn into a large-scale duel between the Martial Supervisor Division and the Qinglian Sect."

"After this battle is fought, no matter what the result is, the few major forces involved in Luoshui will definitely suffer heavy losses, and I don't know how long it will take to recuperate."

Wei Tao thought about this, and the figure wrapped in cotton jacket and cotton pants suddenly appeared in front of him.

Lord Li Guan, the old fox, took advantage of the fact that Lan and Elder died after fighting with the Lord of Moxiang Building, and intentionally or unintentionally took a wonderful move.

Otherwise, Qingfeng Guan would not be able to escape the polishing of this flesh and blood battlefield.

How could it be like now, as long as he only needed a town guard deacon to come forward, he would have completed the task belonging to the Qingfeng Concept.

Inside and outside the village, there are chaotic battles everywhere.

Inside is the fight between the various forces of Luoshui and the warriors of Moxianglou.

Outside is the duel between the warriors of the Martial Inspector and the elite of the Black Turban Army.

Every moment lives are lost, and blood gathers into rivers, reflecting the faces of the living and making them more and more crazy.

Wei Tao observed all this with some distraction.

His gaze fell on the body of the Nine Holy Gate Hidden Sword Prince.

Watching him take four sword attendants, he quickly penetrated one of the defense lines of the Black Turban Army, entered the interior of the village, and rushed towards the location of the disciples of the Nine Holy Sect step by step.

"It's worthy of the name of the senior brother of the Nine Holy Gates."

Wei Tao sighed with secret emotion, and was about to turn his head to watch the battle between the Martial Inspector and the Black Turban Army outside the village.

Without warning, his gaze froze suddenly, staring at a ruined wall somewhere in the village, and a scarlet thread in the deepest part of his pupils was quietly flying.

"This feeling ......"

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his expression becoming a little calm at this moment.

In the middle of the stone slope.

Lu Zhihe still stood still, his face under the hat had no expression, quietly watching the bloody and tragic battle that took place in the distance, as if the disappearance of one life after another, like raindrops constantly falling from the sky and finally falling to the earth, it was a normal thing.

……………………

The sword light flickered, and it suddenly appeared.

The two Moxianglou warriors covered their throats and fell down.

Zhuo Jian Jue stepped into the small courtyard, his eyes swept over the injured junior brothers and sisters, and he exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity.

"Everyone, hurry up and adjust and rest, I'm here to take you out alive from here."

He said as he handed out healing medicine to the others.

"Senior Brother Zhuo, the six and seven are dead, and neither of them has really grown up yet......"

A female disciple of the Nine Holy Sect began to cry as she spoke, tears mixed with rain trickling down her face, and she couldn't cry in an instant.

"Don't cry, I know, I know it."

Zhuo Jian sighed faintly, quickly adjusted his mood, and said to the vigilant sword attendant on the side, "In a while, the two of you will follow me in front of you, and the two will follow the aftermath, and we will ......."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly fell silent.

His expression was contemplative, and he looked around, "You guys, did you hear any strange humming noise?" ”

The female disciple who was still crying just now stopped crying, blinked her red eyes and said, "Senior Brother Zhuo, there is indeed a very strange sound, like a large swarm of flies flying around. ”

"The rain is pouring down, and there can be no swarms of flies." As soon as Zhuo Jianjue's voice fell, his complexion changed suddenly.

He subconsciously dodged to the side.

Dodged a fishy wind that hit without warning.

Swish!!!

A large cloud of blood suddenly exploded in front of his eyes.

Zhuo Jianjue's face was gloomy, staring at the place where he had just stood.

The junior sister, who was still crying sadly just now, was already lying on the ground like a puddle of mud.

Her body was visibly shriveled, except for those eyes that were still wide open, making eye contact with him.

Burst!

Suddenly, her eyes burst open.

A few blood-red tentacles emerged from it, and then shrank into the depths of the eye sockets and disappeared.

"What the hell is this!?"

In an instant, Zhuo Jianjue was like an ice cellar, and his body was numb.

If it weren't for the flash of subconscious just now, he would definitely be added to the muddy water now, and he would even die worse than his junior sister.

"Withdraw! Evacuate! ”

Zhuo Jianjue's throat was dry and his scalp was numb.

Without hesitation, he gave the order to retreat, got up and fled outside.

He didn't know what was sneaking up.

In this chaotic environment now, I don't have the mind and ability to find out clearly.

Zhuo Jian only knows that when the interruption continues, he will suffer from it.

The most important thing now is to get people out first.

Do your best to keep the lives of your brothers and sisters safe, and then you can find a way to report to the master, so that the elders who are more experienced and stronger can carry out follow-up disposal.

"Supervising the Martial Division, Moxianglou ......"

Zhuo Jian was flying in the rain, and a wave of anger in his heart was constantly circling and rising, and it was almost impossible to suppress it.

The buzzing sound is endless.

After running for dozens of steps, he subconsciously looked back and looked back.

At first glance, his heart was shocked, and he could barely hold the long sword in his hand.

He saw countless scarlet filaments walking through the water.

Dense, intertwined, and entangled, it submerged into a body, sucking happily, devouring desperately.

"What the hell is this?"

"We're in a big war here, and whether it's alive or dead, it's all become its food!?"

Zhuo Jian never dared to continue looking, and suddenly accelerated the speed of his escape again.

I met a few Moxianglou warriors head-on.

Wounded but undaunted, they rushed forward with long knives full of gaps.

After a short but fierce exchange, several bodies fell in the mud.

Blood splattered onto Zhuo Jianjue's face, and his breath was filled with a disgusting sweet smell of scarlet.

He didn't dare to stop long, and he raised his feet to continue to rush out.

Suddenly, a series of screams rang out from the front, back, left and right.

Zhuo Jianjue stopped, watching his fellow sects, including the sword attendant, all fall, and an extremely angry and painful expression appeared on his face.

Bang la blah.

The sound of masonry sliding was heard.

He turned around slowly, staring at the innocent and weak face that appeared behind the ruins, and clenched his long sword and walked towards her step by step.

"Are you a disciple of Lingyun Pavilion?"

Zhuo Jianjue's heart was touched by a little softness, and he tried to lower his voice and said, "Don't be afraid, I can take you out." ”

She looked at him quietly, and slowly raised a white and tender hand.

"yes, come over here and let me take you out of this damn place......"

Zhuo Jianjue said softly, his voice getting lower and lower, and his expression becoming more and more frightened and distorted.

In the next moment, countless scarlet tentacles shot out from that slender jade-like palm, instantly enveloping his entire person.

After a few breaths, another shriveled corpse appeared on the ground, curled up on the edge of the ruined wall, and was soon buried in the gushing mud.

Stone slope outside the village.

Wei Tao exhaled a breath of turbid air and muttered to himself, "Wu Xiaolian, I didn't expect it to be her." ”

"This is the mystical into the body, the incarnation of heaven and man, and it is also the ultimate goal of me and the Moxiang Mansion Master joining forces this time."

Lu Zhihe's voice quietly sounded in her ears, "It seems that you know her, my little junior brother." ”

Wei Tao turned around slowly, his eyes fell on her face, and his brows furrowed slightly, "Envoy Lu, what are you talking about?" ”

Lu Zhihe came and stood beside him, not caring about the Lingyun Pavilion Lord and the others who were already facing a great enemy on the stone slope.

In the vicinity of Xiao Jinyun, Bai Ruoshui and the others, Lu Bo and the girl named Yue'er were on the left and right, cooperating with several black-clothed warriors to keep them firmly watched, as long as there was a trace of movement, a battle would break out.

Lu Zhihe raised his hat and looked at the village in the distance with Wei Tao.

"Have you seen her, what a pleasing work, and then watered with enough blood, it will definitely be able to bloom the most beautiful flower of life."

Wei Tao shook his head, "I only saw blood and chaos, and I didn't find any beautiful flowers of life. ”

"Also, it is really surprising that you, as the observer of the Martial Inspector and a relative of the Great Zhou Emperor, have also joined the Qinglian Demon Sect."

Lu Zhihe smiled, "I didn't join the Qinglian Demon Sect, on the contrary, I have always had a grudge against them. ”

"As for the cooperation with the owner of Moxiang Building, this is nothing, it is not worth any fuss.

After all, when the benefits that can be obtained are large enough, the original close comrades-in-arms can also turn against each other, and the former enemies of life and death can also join hands with each other. ”

"The world is bustling, all for profit; The world is crowded, all for profit, and Lu Guan's choice is not right or wrong, but the reason is quite sufficient. ”

Wei Tao nodded, and suddenly asked, "Benmen Lan and Elder, you and the Moxiang Mansion Master were also killed by you?" ”

"Little junior brother, don't be impatient, don't put all the black cauldron on my head."

Lu Zhihe sighed lowly, "Lan He first discovered the arrangement of the Moxiang Mansion Lord, and the two fought on the banks of the Mingshui River, and ended up losing both.

Next, I found Chi Zhen, the owner of Moxiang Mansion, who was cultivating and healing, and got a glimpse of the whole picture of her plan, so I figured out a little bit of taste. ”

"As for Lan and Elder, it can only be said that his luck does not seem to be very good.

After being injured, not only did the speed of running a little slower, but the direction was not quite right, so I met Lu Bo, who was on guard and patrol around me during the secret conversation with the owner of Moxiang Building, and he deserved to be beaten to death. ”

She patiently explained, contrary to the aggressiveness of the last time they met, as if she had returned to the warm and watery appearance of the first meeting.

Wei Tao listened silently, thoughtfully, "There is one last question, Envoy Lu has always called him a junior brother, why is this?" ”

Lu Zhihe was slightly stunned, and then sighed faintly, "When I knew, I thought you already knew, but it turned out that you didn't know. ”

She turned her head slightly, her eyes a little scrutinizing and probing.

After a long silence, she finally spoke.

The voice suddenly trembled a little uncontrollably, "Teacher Xiyue, are you sure that she has passed away, right?" ”

Wei Tao suddenly set off a stormy wave in his heart.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly understood.

From the first time we met in the Qingfeng View Qinglin Palace, to the headquarters of Lingyun Pavilion, and then until now, why did some strange feeling always arise from her.

It's as if it's in her body, there is a hidden quality that makes him feel close.

At first, he thought it was a mysterious silk, but only now did he realize that it was something else.

Wei Tao's mind was racing, and in an instant, all of them converged and converged.

He said in a calm tone, and asked rhetorically, "Then the Lu Observer thinks, is she dead or alive?" ”

"The teacher has not been alive for a long time, and the exercise I practiced has no other sense, so she is naturally dead."

Lu Zhihe said word by word, staring at his eyes, catching and looking for any possible emotional changes.

Wei Tao did not shy away from making eye contact with her.

Under tremendous pressure, in order to keep his expression calm, he raised the corners of his lips little by little, revealing a silent smile.

But at the same time.

"Heh......"

An illusory laugh suddenly appeared.

It was all around him.

No matter how you look at it, it was him who sneered silently.

But a faint woman's voice sounded.

Lu Zhihe's complexion changed suddenly.

The pupil narrowed to the size of a pinpoint in an instant.

Bang!

The rocky slope cracked abruptly.

She retreated several feet in a flash of lightning.

A steaming mist suddenly exploded between the two.

In an instant, large and small gravel flew around, like a dense hail and stone rain.

(End of chapter)