Nanjia Mansion.

The battle between Yuan Tiangang and Nan Jixian became more and more intense, and the momentum of the collision between the two sides swept through the roofs of the surrounding trees like a storm, setting off a hurricane that swept branches and tiles in all directions.

In the distance, the woman in red watched all this quietly, without the slightest intention of interfering.

In fact, she had no reason to intervene.

The Nan family has nothing to do with her and the red turban thief, as for Yuan Tiangang, she hopes that Yuan Tiangang will be defeated, and she also wants to see Yuan Tiangang's origin and identity, but she doesn't want to have a bad relationship with Yuan Tiangang.

Just as she was observing Yuan Tiangang, she trembled violently, and her gaze turned to the left.

In the blurry moonlight, on the swaying branches, a figure stood on the treetops.

The bleak moonlight fell on the figure, as if it had placed a halo on the figure, but she couldn't see the figure's face.

All she could see was an outline, and the outline of a sword.

"Who!"

She asked coldly.

The fluctuations caused by the battle between Yuan Tiangang and Nan Jixian caused the canopy to shake, but the figure did not shake in the slightest, as if he was not standing on the treetops, but on the flat ground.

Ye Gucheng didn't speak, just stared at the woman in red.

His task is not to meddle in the battle of the Nan family, it is the task of Yuan Tiangang and Zhao Gao, his task is just to look at this woman in red and not let the woman in red cause trouble to Yuan Tiangang and Zhao Gao.

Although Ye Gucheng didn't speak, the woman in red still felt a cold chill.

It was a killing machine from the sword intent, an incomparably strong killing machine.

It seemed that at the slightest movement of her, a sword would pierce her throat.

For a moment, she was full of jealousy of this mysterious swordsman.

Such a strong sword intent made her tremble.

The swordsman has always been the most terrifying existence in the cultivation world.

Pure swordsmen are even more fearful.

There may be many strong people in this world, but the terrifying swordsman is far above other artistic realm cultivators.

She could be sure that the one in front of her was a pure swordsman.

Her feeling was not wrong, Ye Gucheng was naturally a pure swordsman, especially after cultivating to reach the Silent Light Realm, his sword path broke through the original perfect realm and entered a new realm.

There has never been perfection in this world, and the so-called perfection is just the imprisonment of vision.

When entering a new realm, Ye Gucheng's strength showed an unimaginable improvement, among the many chess pieces in the Silent Illumination Realm, his strength was the strongest one except for Li Hanyi, and even in terms of kendo artistic conception alone, he surpassed Li Hanyi. It's just because Li Hanyi's cultivation is two layers higher than him, so his strength can overpower him.

At this time, Ye Gucheng just stood there, which made the woman in red feel like a rat trap.

However, at this time, the woman in red twisted her slender neck a little stiffly and looked to the side.

At some point, another figure appeared not far from her.

No, not one, it's two.

One stands, the other is lifted in his hands.

Appeared beside her without warning.

"You're the Red Turban Thief's snowcoat?"

Zhao Gao revealed the identity of the woman in red with one word.

The woman in red has the cultivation of the Silent Realm, so she is naturally not a nameless person.

Her real name is unknown, but her name is widely spread in the Luofu Dynasty.

It is said that there are four envoys in the Sheng Dynasty, that is, the Red Turban Thief, all of whom are strong in the Silent Realm, and these four envoys are the leaders of the Sheng Dynasty organization.

As for why the woman in red is called the Snow Messenger, it is because she has long snow-white hair, snow-white pupils, and snow-white skin.

"Who are you?" The snowcoat asked.

Zhao Gao didn't pay any attention to her.

He had long known the plan of the Red Turban Thieves to cause chaos in the city, and even added fuel to the fire.

It's no surprise that the snowsuit is here.

As for whether the snowcoat envoy will affect his chances and whether he will be his enemy, he doesn't think the snowcoat envoy dares to do so.

Strength is the foundation of everything.

There are many red turban thieves, but their strength is far inferior to that of the net.

Not to mention anything else, the three people here are not a snowsuit to compete with.

Zhao Gao moved his gaze to Yuan Tiangang and Nan Jixian, at this time, the clansmen of the Nan family had basically been ambushed, and the members of the net had begun to clean up the mansion of the Nan family.

As for how to clean up! Nature is to take all the precious things with you.

When they dealt with those side branches of the Qin family before, in order to hide people's eyes, they also attacked other branches of the Hao family, but they only killed people and did not take any items with them.

But how can this Nan family be comparable to those branches of the wealthy family, the Nan family's heritage is even more behind the Qin family, and the treasures treasured by the Nan family must be more than the Qin family.

The thieves are not empty, and since they have started the net, they naturally can't return empty-handed.

At this time, Nan Jixian also discovered the surrounding situation, and when he saw the three powerhouses of the Silent Light Realm on his side, he was a little panicked.

What are you kidding, it is difficult for him to deal with the one in front of him, and there are three other people next to him, how can he deal with it.

Faced with such a situation, he was already reluctant.

Don't do anything, it's important to save your life first.

As for his children, where could they be more important than his life?

There was almost no hesitation, and when Yuan Tiangang was forced back with one blow, he immediately pulled back, his body flashing again and again in the miserable moonlight, intending to flee away.

It's just that he hasn't escaped from the Nan family's mansion yet, and a figure is in front of him.

Bang!

A dull thud erupted in his chest, and then he flew backwards back to his original position.

This was followed by another punch in his chest.

The whole person slammed into the ground, the bluestone cracked, and the dust flew.

Flutter, a mouthful of old blood spurted out of his mouth.

His eyes darkened as he looked at the black mask, and his old face was full of despair.

It was Zhao Gao who stopped him just now, and it was Yuan Tiangang who threw the last punch.

Since the Nan family is about to be destroyed, how can Zhao Gao let him escape.

"Who the hell are you?"

Nan Jixian asked hoarsely.

At this time, he had no chance of escaping, but he still wanted to know where the people in front of him came from and what their purpose was.

Even if he died, he wanted to be a ghost.

Yuan Tiangang glanced at him indifferently and did not answer his question, such a question has no meaning, it is a complete waste of words.

He reached out and grabbed Nan Jixian's collar and carried the man in his hand as if he were carrying a sack.

Nan Jixian's eyes were gray, his vitality was slowly passing, Yuan Tiangang's last punch shattered all his internal organs, although the physique of the Silent Lighting Realm was strong, but such an injury was also fatal.

What can drag a seriously injured body to fight for another 800 rounds, that's pure.

The internal organs are shattered, the meridians and acupoints are broken and damaged, and even the true yuan can't be operated, so how can they fight?

As for the artistic conception, the foundation of the martial artist is cultivation, and cultivation is the basis for releasing the artistic conception.

Confucian cultivation can directly perceive the artistic conception without cultivating, but martial artists cannot, and there is a fundamental difference between the two.

There is no real element, there is an empty meaning, it is a castle in the air, but it is just illusory.

But he couldn't die for a while, but his breath became weaker and weaker, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

After Yuan Tiangang mentioned him, he didn't look at him again, but moved his gaze to the snowcoat envoy.

Not only him, but Zhao Gao's eyes also fell on the snow-clothed envoy.

The snow coat made her feel the gaze of the three people, and her heart couldn't help but tremble.

Terror!

The horror of being stared at by three powerhouses of the Silent Light Realm.

She has never encountered such a situation in her hundreds of years of life.

If she could, she wouldn't want to meet it for the rest of her life.

It's horrible!

The snowcoat made her snow-white face twitch slightly, and she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything.

"I~"

The key is that her stiff body makes her dare not walk if she wants to.

What scared her was not the gaze of the three people, but the momentum released by the three of them, with the momentum of artistic conception, like mountains pressing on her body.

The heavy artistic conception momentum made her dare not breathe.

In fact, Zhao Gao was also thinking about whether to keep her, and with their strength, it was naturally not a problem to keep the snow suit.

But after thinking about it for a while, Zhao Gao turned around and left.

This woman may be of great use in the future, but there is no point in killing it now, so it is better to keep it for the time being.

As soon as he left, Yuan Tiangang naturally wouldn't stay long, and left with Nan Ji first.

And Ye Gucheng's figure also disappeared into the treetops, the miserable moonlight was still there, and the swaying branches quieted down, as if he had never appeared meaningful.

It wasn't until all the figures of the three disappeared that the snowcoat let out a deep breath.

She thought that this was her burial place just now, and she didn't expect Zhao Gao and the others to let her go.

She glanced at the members of the Nan family mansion who were still busy, and her figure leaped up and left quietly.

The moonlight was still there, the red clothes were fluttering, and the snow-white hair was like a ribbon brushing through the dim night sky.

Thick smoke rose, the fire was still scorching, and the smell of blood accompanied by the smell of burning hung over the entire Nanshan City.

This night was a hellish disaster for the entire Fukuyama Castle.

No one knows how many people died in Fukuyama Castle that night, only that when dawn came, countless weepings resounded throughout Fukuyama Castle.

Corpses were carried out of Fukuyama Castle, and mournful music was played in the city.

The red turban thieves retreated before dawn, and none of them retreated.

When the army of the Luofu Dynasty came to Fushan City, they did not find a single red turban thief.

This was a surprise to everyone.

Everyone didn't understand why the Red Turban Thieves would abandon Fukuyama Castle, and it stands to reason that since they had already made a move, they would occupy Fukuyama Castle.

However, what is even more unexpected is that the Nan family has collapsed, and there is no one left in the main lineage of the lineage, and the Nan family's mansion is full of corpses, only the ancestor of the Nan family, Nan Ji, disappeared first.

The news is even more shocking than the disappearance of the red turban thief.

The ancestor of the Nan family is a strong man in the Lonely Light Realm, and he actually did not keep the Nan family.

In this regard, all the wealthy families in Fukuyama Castle and the entire Kitahara Island were shocked and worried.

……

Early morning.

The Qin family's mansion.

Qin Wei walked out of the bedroom and stretched lazily.

That night, he slept very unsteadily, and the noise outside was so loud that he couldn't sleep.

But even if he didn't sleep all night, he was still full of energy, not to mention that he had slept for two hours, and he felt pretty good.

It's just that when he stood in the courtyard and wanted to breathe in the fresh morning air, his brows furrowed.

The air was filled with the smell of burning and blood, and if you sucked it down, it smelled terrible to death.

"Hey, a good city was ruined like this, what a fuck thing!"

Qin Wei shook his head helplessly.

From the first time he saw the port of Fukuyama, he loved the castle.

Unfortunately, I don't know how many places in Fukuyama Castle burned down that night.

"Childe, it's time for breakfast!" Xiao Shunzi came to Qin Wei's side and said.

Qin Wei bowed slightly, and went to eat with Xiao Shunzi.

And when Qin Wei was eating, there was an endless stream of people coming to the door of the Qin family's mansion.

These people were all shocked, all of them pale, obviously frightened by the events of last night.

And after entering the mansion, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

At least in their eyes, the Qin family's mansion was far safer than outside.

If it weren't for the chaos last night, they didn't dare to go out, maybe they would have come to the Qin family's mansion a long time ago.

These people are all collateral branches of the Qin family, not those powerful collaterals, just the kind of Qin family members who are not strong, but hold important positions in the Qin family's industry.

(End of chapter)