Yan Zhen nodded with relief, and until dusk was deep, he lay down with his pillow high.

In the fog, Yan Zhen was awakened by a noisy shouting of killing. The bed got up, and the fire flashed in front of the tent, and the shouts of killing were continuous.

Yan Zhen smiled: "There is really a sneak attack!" Yan Bifei broke out of the tent, and was meeting a bare-faced bearded elder in front of him, holding a sword and fighting with Zhang Bushan. That person was none other than the beggar gang elder Bai Chou Ri. And a tiger-eyed silkworm eyebrow on the side was using a sharp sword to provoke the disciples of the Golden Fire Hall to fly. This is the beggar gang elder Mu Jianxing. There are two other people who are over fifty years old in the surrounding area, and they are extremely brave, and they are the two elders Li Chunxing and Zhang Huaiyuan.

Yan Zhen said to himself: "It's all in my camp, just clean up together." When he spoke, he had already flown to Elder Bai Chouri, and when he was attacked with a palm on his chest, Bai Chouri was fighting with Zhang Bushan, and suddenly saw Yan Zhen rushing over, and he quickly turned sideways to avoid Zhang Bushan, and swung his sword to receive Yan Zhen's palm. Si Shi Yan Zhen slashed the palm open, took the opportunity to clamp Bai Chouri's sword in his hand, and struck Bai Chouri's left rib with his right hand.

Bai Chouri saw that Yan Zhen was extremely powerful, and he had no time to avoid his palm, so he had no choice but to take Yan Zhen's thunderous palm, and was suddenly shocked by the five internal organs, not giving him the gap that was already in shock, Yan Zhen consciously only slammed two palms on Bai Chouri's palm. Bai Chouri's whole wrist suddenly lost his intuition, his chest was stuffy, and he almost fainted to the ground.

At the time of the pain, Bai Chouri relied on his years of experience in swords, swords, and rain in the rivers and lakes, desperately freed the sword from Yan Zhen's hand, and tried his best to row towards Yan Zhen. Yan Zhenfu swayed and stood up, evaded the sword elegantly, and when he closed his body, he sent another palm to Bai Chouri's left ribs, Bai Chouri was knocked out of Zhang Xu Yuan, and finally fell under Yan Zhen's palm. He experienced the struggle of life and death before the ghost gate, but it was just a rise and fall between Yan Zhen's figure and laughter.

Yan Zhen turned around and sneered: "So vulnerable. Yan Zhen's body did not move, his middle finger flicked, and a line of fire flew to stab Bai Chouri. Elder Bai was no longer able to dodge Yan Zhen's flick of his fingers. Just as he was about to hurt himself, suddenly a person flew from the side to rescue him and swept aside.

Yan Zhen looked at it and saw that it was Li Chunxing who rescued him. When they were young, Mu Jianxing and Zhang Huaiyuan arrived again. The four of them didn't dare to fight, avoided Yan Zhen's flame sword blade that pierced the night sky, and walked away. His beggars and disciples followed behind. Yan Zhen shouted: "Tonight is the day of the funeral, don't think about escaping!" Yan Zhenfei's figure chased after him, and the red shadow in the firelight flashed like a demon chasing souls.

Zhang Bushan led some people to chase after him, but he was not as fast as Yan Zhen's feet and was left far behind.

Yan Zhen hung stones all the way to cross the willows, stepped on the grass and flew flowers, and rushed to the bottom of the mountain as soon as possible. I saw that the four of them were leading the crowd to climb the top of the mountain. Yan Zhenkou stone kicking the wall, like an ape, has come to the top of the mountain in an instant. When looking around at the night, I only saw the strange rocks on the top of the mountain like beasts, and the forests were leisurely and mysterious. But the four elders of the beggar gang were gone.

Yan Zhen was suspicious in his heart, and looked everywhere, but there was no trace. I didn't feel that I had stepped into a strange stone circle, and when I was contemplating it, I heard a slight sound behind me, and there was nothing abnormal when I looked back. Turning his eyes again, a strange stone flew sideways in front of him, followed by two or three hundred catties of stones around him and flew towards Yan Zhen. Yan Zhen stabilized his body and performed the golden hook iron hand stunt, smashing the strange stones behind him one by one, and the stone mist rose around his body, without hurting himself at all.

When Fang wanted to stop, he saw a strange rock two feet high flying straight in front of him. It was too late to dodge, and the stone, which was less than three feet close, was abruptly stopped by Yan Zhen with his flame true qi. Yan Zhenao was full of blood, and then he worked hard to strike it with all his strength, and the night sky was full of stone fog and fog, and it was dark and indifferent.

Yan Zhen broke through the fog, and looked around, more than a dozen stone men gradually flashed out of the darkness, each holding a sharp blade, swaying towards Yan Zhen.

"Carving insect skills!" Yan Zhen said disdainfully. At that time, a flaming sword had risen in his hand, and before the stone man approached him, Yan Zhen had already preemptively struck forward, rushing forward for a while, and the fire flashed, indestructible. The stone man was cut in half and fell to the ground.

Yan Zhen shouted: "A few elders come out to die, you can't escape my sword!" "There was no one to answer on the dark hilltop.

Yan Zhen was angry, and he wanted to step into the previous search. Suddenly, I felt that something was pierced under my feet, and when I looked down at my feet, I didn't know when countless ox ear sharp knives had been born. Wherever Yan Zhen retreated, the sharp knife was born there. In an instant, Yan Zhen was already embarrassed.

If Xiao Yuerong is here, he can still go freely on the sharp knife, and he will last for a long time. And Yan Zhen has not yet had the magic skill of turning into a shadow, and it will be difficult to last on the knife in the end. At this moment, a large net just fell from the sky, wanting to cover Yan Zhen in it. In desperation, Yan Zhenyun's flame true qi lifted the white blade on the ground out of thin air and rushed to the sky, the sharp knife cut through the sky net, scattering silver light all over the ground. For a while, the mechanism was solved.

At this moment, I saw the figure of the beggar gang disciple, and he had already fled to the mountains and forests.

Where was Yan Zhen willing to let go, he was killed in the back, and the beggar gang disciples suffered heavy casualties. Li Chunxing led the crowd to turn around and fight to the death, and the four of them used the Lingyun Sword Formation to fight the enemy.

But I saw the four people dancing in the sword formation, and the cooperation was even more wonderful. It is more powerful than the four-man handsome formation in the daytime. did not give Yan Zhen the slightest opportunity

。 Bai Chouri and Zhang Huaiyuan locked Yan Zhen down. Li Chunxing and Mu Jianxing stared at Yan Zhen's eyes and stabbed desperately in their throats. Yan Zhen held the flame sword to block left and right, attacking and defending, the fire and sword light were intertwined, and they were inseparable for a while.

In the blink of an eye, the flashing sword shadow and the roaring flame had exchanged more than forty moves, and the beggar disciples had all withdrawn. Yan Zhen was still difficult to extricate himself from the sword shadow. In a hurry, Yan Zhen slashed the enemy with his right hand, used his left hand, and held another flame sword in his hand. The two swords merged, and a 'Fire Phoenix' fluttered its wings and pounced on the four elders.

The four of them scattered in all directions, and when the fire phoenix was thrown into the air, the four of them were negligent and merged together. Attack it with a sword, lest Yan Zhen have another chance to breathe, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

Li Chunxing and Mu Jianxing flew and locked Yan Zhen's eyes and throats again, Yan Zhen grabbed the double swords with both hands, and did not wait to fight back, Bai Chouri and Zhang Huaiyuan came with rolling on the ground, spitting silver snakes with swords, and came cross-legged.

Yan Zhen let go of Li Mu's two swords and flew up. When Li Mu and the others took advantage of the fall, they stepped on the shoulders of Zhang Bai and the others, and followed them like shadows. Zhang Huaiyuan and Mu Jianxing also raised their swords into the sky, and then forced Yan Zhen to get off the plate.

Yan Zhen used a move to 'descend the dragon and shake his hands' to resolve Li Chunxing and Mu Jianxing's life-seeking style, and beat the two of them to a half-bottomed figure. At that time, Zhang Huaiyuan's phantom sword was already close to his body, and he saw that the injured Bai Chouri's body method was half a step slower, which was exactly the result that Yan Zhen wanted.

For a while, Yan Zhen went the opposite way, and a line of fire popped up with his fingers, hitting Zhang Huaiyuan's wrist. When Zhang Huaiyuan's sword had already pierced Yan Zhen's flame robe, Bai Chouri could not meet at the right time. made Zhang Huaiyuan unable to stab Yan Zhen, but injured himself, and let go of the sword in his hand.

Phew! Bai Chou Ri's long sword has returned, but unfortunately it is the end of the strong crossbow at this time, and there is no residual strength. Yan Zhen pounced on Zhang Huaiyuan on one side, and swept away the sword of Bai Chou Ri on the other. Syllable! Yan Zhen's pai shan only palmed Zhang Huaiyuan's chest, and the other hand also defeated Bai Chouri.

Between the lightning and flint, it was too late for Li Mu and the others to come forward to rescue, and Zhang Huaiyuan and Bai Chouri were already injured under Yan Zhen's palm.

Li Chunxing saw that Zhang Bai and the others were injured in various ways, and knew that they could not be a strong enemy. When he was about to help Bai Chou to leave, Yan Zhen rushed madly again. Li Chunxing hurriedly said to Mu Jianxing: "The enemy is Yan Zhen, I will take the two of them to go first!" So Mu Jianxing held his sword to fight Yan Zhen, and Li Chunxing helped the two elders to stagger.

Yan Zhen said to Mu Jianxing: "You can be a blow!" ”

Mu Jianxing stabbed his sword and said, "If Elder Bai is not injured, you may not be able to smile so easily. ”

Yan Zhen said: "The general of the defeated army, why bother to be brave, wait for me to take your life!" After saying that, he went on the offensive and didn't count any moves, and suddenly saw a disciple under his command come in a panic to report: "When the hall master of Shicai chased after the four elders, Shi Luqin led a large team of men and horses to intercept us again, and we were killed and wounded. Yan Zhen was shocked when he heard this, and looked back at the flames outside the Wujiao Gang, Yan Zhen hated and said: "The plan of the heavy stone road to divert the tiger from the mountain!" So he ran down the hill.

When he returned to the camp, the stone road had already taken the people, and only Zhang Bushan led the people to clean up the camp. The surrounding area is full of charred corpses, and there are thousands of tragic conditions.

Zhang Bushan stepped forward and replied: "My subordinates followed the hall master to chase the enemy, and it didn't take long to see the fire in the camp. It was too late to summon the hall master, and when his subordinates returned, they didn't expect the people of Shilu Shuai to set fire everywhere. The disciples did not take precautions and suffered heavy losses. ”

Yan Zhen shouted: "Stone Road old thief, I swear to take the beggars' ........."

A hook of bright moon slowly flowed westward, and the smell of blood filled the Golden Fire Hall.

Tonight, there were many casualties. And many disciples of the Beggar Gang were also spared in the robbery. Elder Bai Chouri had already died on the way back to the beggar gang, he was already wounded, and he tried his best to use the Lingyun Sword Array, but he was severely injured by Yan Zhen, and his internal organs were all wasted, and he had no chance to dew in the morning. Zhang Huaiyuan had fallen on the sickbed of the beggar gang, and he was powerless to remedy it with a palm in his chest, and it was difficult to return to the morning breeze.

The war has left nothing but misery and pain.