This group of dragons performed extremely hard, trying to leave a deep impression on Yu Jing.

The common people in coarse linen clothes walked straight out with blank eyes. They are sluggish and stiff, more rigid than robots, like marionettes.

The audience's eyes widened, and their mouths grew bigger and bigger, almost enough to fit a goose egg.

Especially when ordinary people take steps, their knees are almost not bent, and they really walk straight out.

Viewers who haven't seen zombie movies only feel creepy, and the hot weather in July is unbearable, but they break out in a cold sweat, and goosebumps appear on their naked and exposed skin.

【it!】 No wonder this group of people don't invite Caiyimen, it's completely evil magic! 】

[It's normal for passionate music to inspire fighting spirit and soothing music to soothe people's hearts, but how can music control people!] 】

[This is hypnosis, I want to ask if a psychiatrist can do it?] 】

[Psychiatrist hypnosis can only make people fall asleep, not like them...... Overbearing. 】

The camera swoops down from the sky and falls on the ancient trees that obscure the sky. A woman with a beautiful face stood in the shade of a tree, her clothes fluttering, a jade flute stretched to her lips, and melodious music slanted out.

One by one, the villagers walked into the mountains and gathered to her like a pilgrimage.

The martial arts people in the distance looked at this scene with complicated expressions.

"With such a deep internal force, I'm afraid that only the three heads can resist it, and the master of the Caiyi Gate is really a heroine among women."

Some people are not convinced: "Control people with music, just go to the left side." ”

"She has saved countless people, who can deny it?" Wen Liang smiled lightly, and the gentleman was square, "Yes and right, it's not about what martial arts she practices, but what she does." ”

As soon as these words came out, many people were ashamed.

Wen Liang looked into the distance: "That demon knows that we are holding a martial arts conference, and he should monitor us in real time, so now transfer the villagers to ......."

There was a loud bang in the distance, and it was Blood Feather Night who sensed that something was wrong and exploded the river dam in advance. The river roared and rushed out of the breach, trees, houses, fields......

As far as the eye can see, it is completely destroyed.

Everyone's faces changed.

"It's not good, there are still villagers left behind!"

The figure of the flying bird, who was famous for his light skills, flashed into the distance, grabbed two ordinary people who were in a daze and ran towards the mountain, and everyone followed suit and began to use light skills to save people.

The village is built on a hill with mountain walls on both sides and a valley in the middle. Several masters with deep internal strength glanced at each other and came to the side of the mountain wall. The head of Shaolin shouted lowly, and the big fist of the bowl was hammered hard, and the mountain rock collapsed, with the help of the boulder to block the coming crisis.

The head of Wudang swung his sword down, and the big tree that the three of them hugged collapsed, crossing the middle of the road to prevent the mountain rocks from being washed away by the flood. The sword technique of the head of Huashan is agile and elegant, but the power should not be underestimated, every time it is swung, the earth will crack a huge crack with a wail, and the flood will flow into the crack, greatly alleviating the crisis of the other two.

Behind him, a group of juniors were carrying the villagers to the mountain to hide, and even the woman from the colorful clothes came to help. Ahead, the three heads are still holding on, the Shaolin head is bursting up, his hands are against a boulder, and there are ravines under his feet.

The two sides worked together to try to save thousands of innocent lives in the floods.

The audience was blown away by this scene.

[I finally know why I like chivalry, the existence of strong strength and willingness to shelter the people around me from the wind and rain is always the most popular. 】

[There is a tiger in the heart, sniffing the roses. 】

[There are many people who are strong in force, but they are worthy of admiration if they know how to restrain themselves. 】

[Some people do not hesitate to use thousands of lives as bargaining chips for their ethereal wishes, but some people can do everything they can to save them, this is the rivers and lakes, full of bloody wind and rain, and there is no lack of chivalrous tenderness. 】

[Yu Jing really showed us a world full of ups and downs and magnificence. 】

By the time everything subsided, everyone had already turned pale, and forcibly extracted internal force to make their meridians retrograde, and many people vomited blood, barely maintaining their sobriety.

They helped each other back to the mansion, and the ghost-faced man sitting in the hall applauded them with a smile: "It is worthy of being a famous and decent family, and it really cares about the world." ”

The sound containing internal force shook the juniors' blood and qi, and some of them couldn't hold it and fell to the ground, only a pair of eyes glared at the ghost-faced man with resentment.

The three heads of the sect stood at the front and asked in a deep voice, "Blood Feather Night, what do you want to do?" ”

The ghost-faced man took off his mask and left a scarred face, and he looked at the martial arts crowd gloomily: "Ten years ago, I lost to that old horseman and went away to the desert, and now that the ten-year period has expired, I also want to be the leader of the martial arts alliance to play." ”

In the previous competition, the winner was the Huashan Sword Saint, and the handsome uncle with a goatee had a faint expression: "You killed the previous leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, and you are not welcome in the Central Plains Righteous Path." ”

Blood Feather Ye sneered: "I'm afraid this can't help you." ”

The sound of rustling sounded outside the mansion, and thousands of ghost-faced people surrounded the crowd, and the weapons in their hands were aimed at them, the weapons glowing with blue light, obviously quenched poison.

The inexperienced young knight scolded:

"A despicable villain who only plots behind his back!"

"Shameless acts! The evil demons are going to be rampant! ”

"You don't deserve to stand in the ring, I'm going to kill you sooner or later!"

"You are taking advantage of the fire to rob, and the internal strength of the three heads has been exhausted......"

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly covered the man's mouth, but it was still too late. The ghost-faced man squinted, stroked his palms and laughed: "Okay, good, God help me." Mu Qingfeng, please. ”

Huashan Sword Saint covered his chest and slowly walked towards the ring. A young man stood in front of him, and he looked at the broken sword behind the young man's back, slightly stunned.

"In the next talent, I am willing to compare this game for Qingfeng Dao." Ge Shenguang said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Wen Liang shook the folding fan, with three smiles on his face. Sheng Zhu beside him also looked as usual, with a think tank and military advisors, and their internal strength still retained a lot.

The ghost-faced man sank his face: "A stinky brat deserves to be compared with me?" While I'm in a good mood, get out! ”

Ge Shenguang remained motionless and insisted on blocking in front of the head of Huashan.

"Mu Qingfeng, the more you live, the more you go back, and you actually hide behind a little hairy child." Blood Feather Night laughed angrily, "Unless he can represent you, you have to admit defeat if he loses." ”

The martial arts people present were very excited and stepped forward: "Boss, let me go!" ”

Mu Qingfeng's gaze stayed on the broken sword for a moment, touched his beard and smiled: "I believe in him." ”

[It's so handsome! Underestimating Ge Shenguang will cost you a comeback, the devil is careful of your waist...... No, watch your neck! 】

[I said that the wise man Wen Liang would not be easily fooled, and he told his companion that it would definitely not be wrong to retain his physical strength. 】

[Why didn't he tell the others, was he afraid that no one would listen to him?] 】

[Talking and laughing can subvert the chess game, he is a chess player, and the whole world is his chess game. 】

[Ahem, suddenly there is a big rebellious idea, if you put Wen Liang into the Forbidden City, who will win? 】

[Shut up, you're not afraid that Pei Yi's fans will kill you. 】

[I don't know who will win, I know that the emperor dies the fastest. 】

[Sheng Tao: Kneel down for you, please don't hurt me. 】

The two people in the ring were far away from each other, and Blood Feather Ye put on the ghost mask again, bent his fingers into claws, and aimed at Ge Shenguang's heart with a ruthless mouth, obviously not intending to stay alive.

The young knight's footsteps slid and staggered the attack, and he pulled out the broken sword from his back, and the edge was unabated, and the broken sword made the ghost-faced man shout: "Dugu Autumn Crane!" ”

Ge Shenguang's wrist flicked, and the broken sword was wrapped in a cold light, stabbing everyone's eyes, and it slashed at the ghost-faced man's shoulder at a tricky angle.

"Boy, who are you Dugu Qiuhe?" Ghostface asked as he dodged.

Ge Shenguang didn't answer, and the dense sword rays formed an impenetrable cobweb, trying to hunt the prey. Seeing this, the ghost-faced people didn't ask any more questions, and what it had to do with it didn't prevent them from dying here today.

Zhangfeng and Jianmang fought inextricably on the stage, and the rest of the people stared closely at the two people in the ring, paying close attention to whether Ge Shenguang could win.

Wen Liang sensed that those Demon Sect subordinates were about to move, he walked up to a woman in Caiyi with a lyre, and asked softly; "Girl, can I borrow a piano?"

He sat down cross-legged, put the guqin on his lap, and his bony fingers gently plucked the strings, and the low sound of the qin was like a continuous spring in the valley. The Demon Cult's subordinates brought by the Devil-faced Man were no longer hidden, and their weapons were aimed at Wen Liang and slashed at them fiercely.

The gentle noble son was in danger, and the melodious sound of the piano echoed over the entire mansion, and all the enemies who stepped within three feet were shocked by the invisible attack and bled from seven holes, like a kite with a broken string flying upside down.

As for those demon sects that wanted to deal with martial arts people, Sheng Zhu's ribbon spirit snake strangled their necks and pulled them fiercely, and their heads fell to the ground, and they didn't blink to death.

The martial arts people didn't have much sympathy for the Demon Sect, and they applauded one after another.

The blood feather night on the stage was furious, and left the ring to slap Wen Liangfei, Wen Liang leaned back to avoid the cold palm wind, and threw the lyre high with his wrist, blocking the claws of the blood feather night.

The five fingers collided with the strings, and there was a sonorous sound of weapons intersecting, and after Wen Liang avoided the attack, he turned the lyre around and plucked the strings again, making a noisy cut, hiding a murderous intention.

In an instant, the two had already fought for five rounds, and Ge Shenguang arrived and forced the ghost-faced man back with a sword. Since the Demon Sect does not talk about martial arts, they no longer keep their hands, one person attacks from afar and one fights in close combat, forcing Blood Feather Night to retreat, while Sheng Zhu is guarding the others to prevent accidents.

The dense attacks made the audience dizzy, staring at the screen with bated breath, for fear that a single breath would change the tide of the battle.

It wasn't until Ge Shenguang's broken sword simply sealed the ghost-faced man's throat with a sword that they collapsed in their seats with their unbalanced heartbeats.

Touching a cold sweaty forehead, the audience did not recover from this fight for a long time. That sense of urgency on the line of life and death, Yu Jing truthfully conveyed to the audience through the camera and tugged at their heartstrings.

Take a look at the progress bar......

[Ahhh How can it be so fast, it is almost over! 】

[It's definitely my light brain that is broken, and its time has jumped to the early hours of the morning.] 】

[Wake up, I started dreaming before I fell asleep, it's the end of the fifth episode, I hate Director Jing for the first time, why should it be over, I want to continue walking the rivers and lakes with Ge Shenguang. 】

[I suddenly felt a little panicked in my heart, the chivalrous journey was really coming to an end. 】

This message got a lot of likes.

Although I knew that this was the last five episodes when I clicked on it, at the end, I still felt a sense of anxiety and didn't know where to go.

The end of the opera palace is still unfinished, but the end of the chivalrous walk is a loss.

The audience watched Ge Shenguang and his party sell the assets of the Demon Sect and pay them to the people who had no unwarranted disaster, and watched Ge Shenguang refuse the title of the leader of the martial arts alliance and ride a horse to catch up with his little friend.

A group of martial arts people glanced at each other and parted ways here, waiting for the next gathering.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the three of them, staining their high-spirited faces red, and they whispered in the belly of their horses, and galloped away into the distance, the setting sun stretching their shadows longer and longer.

"Fool, where are we going next?"

"How about going to the top of the snow-capped mountain, I heard that there is a thousand-year-old snow lotus there."

A few whispers scattered in the wind, leaving a hearty laugh in vain, and another period of wind and clouds.

……

After the five episodes of Heroes were played, the time had already reached the early hours of the morning.

The audience watched the three words of the finale and couldn't let go for a long time.

It's really over.

The picture pauses in the scene where Ge Shenguang and his friends ride horses to chase the sunset.

From the perspective of a bystander, the audience accompanies the three of them to explore the rivers and lakes, experiencing danger again and again.