As the sound of fighting in the maple leaf forest gradually dissipated, all the bandits were killed, Lin Manliu looked at the scene in front of him like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and he couldn't help but be quite like the bandits who attacked the goat dam and the bandits here attacked together, how long can the people of Yijian Villa resist, or if these hundred people can't come out according to the natural danger, what should everyone do.

Under the command of Lin Manliu and Xiao Xiao, the disabled comrades were temporarily bandaged, and then the people who still had the strength went to find the dead robes, and all the corpses were found and placed on the side of the battlefield, leaving more than ten people to sort out and guard.

The rest of the people trampled on the corpse of the bandit and walked towards the stronghold, Lu Fengbai ordered people to keep an eye on the surroundings at any time, there may be hidden bandits, ready to resist the enemy again at any time, when passing the bandit leader named Huang Xun, they all bowed to him like Lu Fengbai, and then bypassed the tall figure that had lost his breath but held a sword.

When everyone in Yijian Villa entered the stronghold, it could be seen that the defense of the pass here was convenient, and the pass was actually made similar to the army's catapult vehicles and some city defense equipment, as well as a large amount of fire oil and gravel, if everyone attacked, they would be flooded in the maple leaf forest by this fire oil before they approached the city gate.

"Uncle Huang has been in the army since the past, if these wooden eight-phase things in our hands are heavenly things, then the city-guarding equipment here can also be on par with them," Lu Fengbai muttered as he looked at these city-guarding equipment.

Mu Tianli and Yue Qingqiu had been at the back of the crowd before, and at this time, they walked into the stronghold together and saw the mystery of the artifacts here.

Everyone walked forward in the cottage, and when they arrived at a fence, they suddenly heard a voice coming, and everyone in Yijian Villa, who had just experienced a big battle, looked at the side of the fence together, and someone had already drawn his sword out of the sheath and looked sharply in the direction of the fence.

A head suddenly sticks out from the fence, looking for who is coming here.

The man had dark skin and many blood marks on his face, as if he had been whipped, and when he saw that it was a man in the clothes of a charlatan, no longer those fierce bandits, he hurriedly shouted: "Help us... Help us...".

Lin Manliu heard a familiar voice, although the timbre must have been extremely hoarse from before, but he could still recognize that it was the voice of a man in the eastbound caravan before, he followed the sound and looked over, the person in the fence was the escort man of the caravan.

The young man in the short shirt hurriedly rushed forward, looked at the people in the fence from outside the fence, and shouted, "It's too late for the sixth day... Uncles and uncles, wait until I rescue you...".

Lin Manliu directly pulled out the sword of the spring window butterfly, and slashed down with a sword, and the iron locks and chains of the fence were directly cut off under a single blow.

The people in the fence hadn't reacted to what the situation was, and their eyes were still as dull as usual when the chains were broken, until the man standing at the fence shouting for help recognized Lin Manliu, and he shouted excitedly: "Man Liu is here, Man Liu is here to save us, Lao Li, Lao Qian... Fit and manage! ... Manliu has come to our rescue".

He kept shouting the words Manliu came to save us, and kept shouting the names of the other people in the caravan, and in the midst of his shouting one after another, those who were leaning on the fence began to look out of the fence, and their eyes began to brighten from the sluggishness just now.

As the short-shirted boy opened the fence, their lips began to tremble a little, and their eyes began to return to their normal brightness, muttering something that outsiders could not understand, and some people began to get up and walk towards the fence, but when they got up, they began to shrink back into their original corner.

"How could someone come to save us, how long has it been, and no one will come to save us...... You just want me to die so you can keep more to eat, it must be like this... It must be like this, Tian Si was so stupid before" The man still shouted frantically, and he kept shrinking towards the corner of himself, not daring to come out.

The rest of the people who were in a normal state of mind began to stagger out of the fence, and in the past they would also be arranged to come out by the bandits, but not to let them breathe, but to let them build the walls of the stronghold here, the houses, and to help the bandits polish their equipment, and after finishing their work, they were thrown into the fence and imprisoned.

One after another, one after another, came out of it, leaving only the man curled up in the corner of the fence, who looked at the wide open gate of the fence with his head in his hands, and laughed wildly: "Go out and work for them!" I won't go, I won't have to work if I don't go out, and I'll rob you of your food later, who of you can be smarter than me! With that, he began to laugh maniacally.

Lin Manliu walked into the fence, ready to take it out.

Zhou Mo's voice sounded from behind: "People who are already crazy and stupid, what's the point of you saving it."

The short-shirted boy didn't look back, and whispered, "He's still alive...".

Zhou Mo said: "You finish it with a sword, which is the greatest salvation for him."

The boy in the short shirt still did not look back: "He still has family at home waiting for him to come home...".

Zhou Mo sneered: "If you go back with such a crazy demon person, aren't you afraid that he will kill the people in his family as bandits!" ”。

The boy in the shirt turned his head sideways, and said in a somewhat aggravated tone, "Just because he has suffered such abuse, which has caused his mind to be damaged, do you want to abandon him here?"

Zhou Mo said contemptuously: "The kindness of the woman! After finishing speaking, I saw an object poked out of Zhoumo's hand and handed it to the man who was curled up in the fence.

A silver needle as thin as a hair shot directly into the center of the man's eyebrows, and the man's gaze froze instantly, and he didn't make any more sounds.

Everyone present did not expect that this young Taoist priest who participated in the stargazing would burst out and kill people in front of everyone, Lu Fengbai and the others were also paying attention to whether the several caravan men who came out were in good health, and when they noticed that Zhou Mo handed out the silver needle, it was too late to stop it.

Lin Manliu looked at the caravan man who was killed in front of him, he turned to look at the young Taoist priest outside the fence, he pulled out his double sword and inserted it into the ground, and then rushed directly towards Zhoumo's position, the fence in front of him was directly smashed by the young man, after jumping out of the fence, Lin Manliu shouted violently; "Zhoumo !!".

Zhou Mo also threw out the long sword that had slashed the bandits on the battlefield before, and protected his hands in front of him, ready to confront the angry short-shirted young man in front of him.

Lin Manliu handed out a punch and hit it directly on Zhoumo's staggered forearm, where could the young Taoist priest compare to the strength of the young man's hand at this time, so far a blow hit Zhoumo to the point that he slid backwards, Lin Manliu didn't give Zhoumo any chance to react, he directly swept forward, and another punch went directly to the door of Zhoumo.

When Zhou Mo's body was still regressing, suddenly another punch, where was there time to take precautions, and the short shirt boy's punch directly hit Zhou Mo's nose and eyes.

This time the young Taoist priest was beaten farther, the Dao bun on the top of his head was directly scattered, and after he staggered up, his hair spread out, and the blood oozed out of the entire face, looking extremely embarrassed, and there was blood flowing out of his eyes and the tip of his nose.

"You two don't fight..."Chongying wanted to open his mouth to organize, but was stopped by Lu Fengbai beside him with a wave of his hand, and everyone in Yijian Villa could only watch Lin Manliu and Zhou Mo face each other on the spot.

Lin Manliu gasped and waited for Zhou Mo's counterattack, Zhou Mo brewed for a moment, learning from those men who wanted to spit a mouthful of bloody phlegm on the ground, and as a result... I couldn't spit out, only the sound of retching in my throat.

The young Taoist priest gave up this move, and began to clench his fists in front of him, seeing Lin Manliu waiting for his punch, he ran directly to Lin Manliu, and handed out a punch to Lin Manliu's face, and the short-shirted boy did not wait for his long fist to approach his face, and directly punched the elbow of the young Taoist's punch.

But he was careless, Zhou Mo's punch was a void, the real punch was in the other hand, under the path of the short-shirted young man blocking the previous punch, Zhou Mo's other punch was directly hit on Lin Manliu's lower abdomen, and the punch strength was not weaker than Lin Manliu's previous two punches.

Then the short-shirted boy defeated the enemy, and immediately made a palm to slash downward, but unexpectedly, Zhoumo had already withdrawn his fist, and a whip leg directly swept at the right waist of the short-shirted boy, Lin Manliu couldn't dodge, and was kicked out by Zhoumo, rolling on the ground several times before he struggled to get up and look at the young Taoist.

"Isn't it very good to fight! Lin Daxia! The young Taoist priest actually began to speak and mock directly, and there was no longer the morale of those mountain Taoists before.

Lin Manliu didn't give him any chance to be powerful, and after getting up, he rushed to Zhou Mo's position again, and handed out punch after punch, as if he was using his hand as a sword and his body as a front

The sword is at the end of the Yellow Dragon!

The right fist swung directly at Zhoumo's protective forearm, and when Zhoumo was vigorously protecting, he began to move, kicking out, and directly kicked the palm of Zhoumo's other hand, seeing that the posture was to directly kick off Zhoumo's hand that threw the silver needle.

Zhou Mo will give him this opportunity, after changing his fist again, he handed forward with his palm, grabbed the boy's ankle directly, and then pulled it back violently, pulling into the distance between himself and the short-shirted boy, and then exerted force with his elbow, his shot was even more ferocious, straight towards the kneecap of the short-shirted boy, if he succeeded, Lin Manliu's leg was estimated to be useless.

Just as he handed out his elbow, the short-shirted young man stretched his arms back, his head hit straight forward, and he hit Zhoumo's elbow with his head, which was such a collision, Zhoumo's body was unstable, and the short-shirted boy immediately retracted his feet, and then ran directly forward.

He jumped and directly pressed Zhou Mo to the ground, and knocked his arms with both feet, so that the young Taoist priest no longer had any chance to resist, and then threw punches to the young Taoist priest's face.

I don't know how long it took, the breath of the young Taoist priest under him began to weaken, and the punches of the short-shirted young man began to become sluggish, but the anger in his eyes was not at all.

Until something fell out of Zhoumo's arms, it was the tortoise shell, which was engraved with the words Lin Manliu and Zhoumo.

Compared with the appearance he had seen before, half of the tortoise shell with the words in ink began to show signs of chipping, and the short-shirted boy stared at the tortoise shell fragments and gradually stopped punching.

The tortoise shell soaked in the blood of the two teenagers, and the blood slowly remained in the middle of the tortoise shell along with the crack of the tortoise shell.

Zhou Mo slowly turned his head to look at the blood-soaked tortoise shell, he couldn't open his eyes anymore, and he shouted at the young man, "Go on.. Beat me, a wicked man, to this place... Go on."

The short-shirted young man got up, spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm beside Zhoumo, and said to him with a gloomy face: "That's it."

Then Lin Manliu turned around and left.

Zhou Mo got up and picked up the blood-soaked tortoise shell and put it in the palm of his hand, and then a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, soaking the front of the originally clean placket.

He shouted at the back of the short-shirted boy, "The rest are dead!" Crossing the river in Yuezhou...... he still wanted to say something, and then more blood gushed out of his mouth and nose.

The short-shirted young man stopped and turned around, looked at the young Taoist priest who was covering his mouth and nose, roughly guessed the signs of his deduction, and whispered expressionlessly: "My past and future, the Frost Peerless Dao Elder is calculating for me, even if I die, I will bring his body back to Fengcheng, or kill his murderer."

"You stupid person, are you pitying me, a genius of deduction? It's really ridiculous, I look at the Tao with you and me, and I think what my future destiny will be, what kind of situation the Tao can go, and who will count the life and death of mortals! After Zhou Mo stopped the blood, he laughed wildly.

Lin Manliu did not respond to the young Taoist priest's reply, and walked straight to Lu Fengbai and his party.

The short-shirted young man saluted Lu Fengbai and said, "Can the owner of the village escort the caravan back to Southern Xinjiang, along with the dead man?"

Lu Fengbai nodded and said, "Everyone in the caravan is naturally okay, but we may have to stay here for a while, that brother... Or bury it on the spot, and now that it's happening, why don't you go back with us? ”。

The short-shirted boy laughed miserably: "It's not over, I can't return."

Lu Fengbai sighed and said: "Since I have heard from you about Yuezhou, I must be careful when I go, then it is impossible for the Slaughtering Evil Sect to let the number one force in the south fail to attack for a long time."

Lin Manliu bowed his hand to the people of Yijian Villa and said: "The return date of this trip is unknown, fellow comrades, Manliu will leave first!" The mountains are high and the waters are long, and we will see each other again".

Everyone in Yijian Villa said goodbye to the short-shirted young man, and then Lin Manliu re-hung his mountain and wild walks, spring window butterflies, led his Xiao Huang, and walked out of this pass, Xiao Huang seemed to hate the smell of blood here, and the walking speed was extremely fast, Lin Manliu turned over and galloped away from the maple leaf forest here.

After Lin Manliu walked away, the people of Yijian Villa turned over the soil and dug graves here, buried the eighteen comrades who died and the dead caravan man first, and casually walked out of the camp to gather the corpses of those bandits together and burn them all.

There are enough food, water and materials in the pass, and everyone in Yijian Villa stays here, and Lu Fengbai also wants to explore some secrets about the sword appreciation at Sword Peak last year.

It was then stagnant until June 27, during which on the 22nd, Lu Fengbai and Lu Cishan found some letters in a secret compartment.

After careful examination, although it was just some ordinary materials to obtain letters, it implicitly mentioned several sects that participated in the sword appreciation conference last year.