Jimod remembered a Han Chinese story, saying that Han Xin, a general in the early Han Dynasty, was locked in a cage by Empress Lü, who ordered more than a dozen women, each armed with sharpened bamboo knives, to stab into the cage from different directions. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info didn't open the cage even if Han Xin screamed, just pulled out the bamboo knife and pierced it.

It is said that when the cage was finally opened, Han Shin was already completely skinless, his intestines were flowing all over the ground, and he could not die anymore.

Thinking of this, Jimod couldn't help but gasp, the tent he and his junior disciples were guarding at the moment was not much better than Han Xin's bamboo cage, maybe he and his junior disciples would end up worse than that Han Xin.

He looked at Happel's head on the ground, which was covered by a mattress, and said to himself, "Senior brother, you are dying happily, and you don't have to be as frightened as we are!"

He beckoned to all the juniors and disciples, and everyone stepped back and gathered around the master and Liu Yu.

Liu Yu turned his head and motioned to everyone to gather behind him as soon as possible. Everyone invariably looked at the senior brother Jimod, Jimod nodded, and took the lead behind Liu Yu, and everyone followed after seeing it.

In this way, in front of the tent curtain door, Liu Yu and the unconscious Nakhaba were left in front of them, facing the group of people outside the tent who could rush in at any time.

The people outside the tent seemed to sense something, and the sword, which was slowly piercing through the felt wall, suddenly stopped.

For a moment, there was not the slightest sound coming from inside and outside the tent, and the sound of breathing and heartbeat was clearly audible. Gimod clenched his fists nervously, only to feel that his palms were covered with sweat.

Time passed slowly, and the two sides inside and outside the tent were deadlocked. The prolonged stillness, coupled with the exhaustion of the second half of the night, made everyone's eyelids start to fight.

Suddenly, I heard a "stab!" sound, and a sword light pierced the felt wall from the outside in. A large man in a Taoist robe staggered into the tent with a long sword in hand.

Liu Yu recognized that this person was the head of the Seven Swords of the Kongtong Sect - Long Yi. Looking at his dazed look, it should not have been voluntary to break in just now, but someone pushed him behind his back.

Things happened unexpectedly, including Ryuichi. His eyes were red and bloodshot, like a jackal that eats the flesh of dead people in the wilderness during the famine.

He let out a loud scream, and without warning, he rushed towards Liu Yu with his sword, blood bursting out of the corners of his eyes on both sides of him and dripping all over his face.

There is a huge difference in strength between the two, which is tantamount to suicide for him!

Liu Yu was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, and in front of him was the unconscious Nakaba. The situation at this moment did not allow him to dodge, let alone dodge the sword that Long Yi stabbed.

He had no choice but to raise his hand, push out the rapidly rotating blood bead in his palm, and slapped it towards Long Yi.

This bead of blood condensed Nakhapa's lifelong strength, and the Flame Finger True Qi he cultivated was extremely powerful. As the beads were pushed out, they began to emit a sharp hiss, piercing the eardrums with severe pain. The disciples of the Daruer Sect, who were standing behind Liu Yu, covered their ears one after another when they heard the sound.

The blood beads embedded in Ryuichi's body, and after a moment of silence, let out a loud roar that resounded through the night sky.

"Ahh

The strong wave of qi immediately spread out, knocking down the Daruer faction people hiding behind Liu Yu, tearing apart the walls of the tent where everyone was hiding, and continued to rush towards the outside of the tent, as if to tear apart everything in the place where they passed.

In the night, dozens of people outside the tent were caught off guard and were knocked away by the air waves, falling four or five feet away, and let out one after another miserable screams.

After there was no covered felt wall, Liu Yu fell into his eyes everything outside the tent and saw it at a glance. He could see clearly that the people who came to surround and suppress him did not cover their faces one by one. They exposed their facial features, and their original intention was to openly crusade against themselves, so as to ask for merit in front of Jerusherus.

It's just that what they did was undoubtedly shameful.

Among these people are the Yuhe Zhenren of the Kongtong faction who came from a famous and decent family, and the Jinding Taoist of the Emei faction, and their disciples and grandchildren are followed behind them. There are also sideways people like the Seven Wounded Old Man, although he is standing alone, there are many Jianghu warriors who admire him beside him.

He sharpened his eyes and saw that the Jade Crane True Person's face was full of resentment, and the tip of his sword was pressed against the ribs of the Golden Dome Dao Chief. Based on this, it is speculated that the death of his apprentice Long Yi should be inseparable from this gold-topped old way.

The old man with seven injuries crossed his arms and stood happily behind the two of them. If Yuhe killed Jinding, it would definitely be the most desperate thing to see in his life. Because of the humiliation of the door-to-door of the year, he hated Jinding, the former senior brother, to the core, and he couldn't wait to sleep on his skin and eat his flesh every night.

At the back of the crowd, there was a small red sedan chair standing still, and the qi waves caused by blood beads did not bring the slightest mess to it, and it looked very clean and tidy. The Quanzhong disciples all held their heads high and guarded around the sedan chair, and the person in the sedan chair should be Zhu Wen, the master of the Quanzhong sect.

Liu Yu remembered that he had categorically rejected Zhu Wen's invitation to join forces the night before, and this person came this time, perhaps to avenge the humiliation of his refusal.

Whether you admit it or not, there has always been a blood rule in this great river and lake - since you can't be a friend, you can only be an enemy.

The bronze horse stood at the end of the crowd with his chest covered, away from Yuhe, Jinding and others, and away from Zhu Wen's sedan chair. Judging from his hunched posture, the injury should not be light. However, even under such a serious injury, the long knife in his right hand was still clenched tightly.

Liu Yu understood that if he was determined to die and was of no use to the imperial court, then this person would definitely not mind giving himself another stab. Even if this person had compromised with him, it was not for friendship. Even if he had healed the man's wounds, it would not be a kindness.

He exhausted his eyes and searched around the crowd, hoping to find someone who could be trusted, such as Yelu Xuan, who had rescued himself and Li Jing in the palace caravan of Yelu Shilu.

However, things always backfired, and he didn't find Yeluxuan's extremely lazy face, and thought to himself: "Maybe this person is stepping up his martial arts training and practicing half of the "Book of Stasis" taught to him by Beihai Cangxiong, just to defeat me in the next duel, so as to wash away the shame of the battle by the river." ”

He found that at the back of the crowd, further back than the bronze horse, there was a lonely person, and that person was Xiao Canglan, the hero of the Qingcheng faction. In the cold moonlight, the man stood with his sword in his green shirt, and the night breeze of the grassland blew his gray hair messily and scattered on his towering cheekbones. The dead man's head in his hand was gone, and he did not know where it had been thrown.

He couldn't see this person's eyes clearly, but he was inexplicably sure in his heart that this person must be looking at him too. (To be continued.) )