Ye Han and the three of them did not rest any longer, but stood up with a strong fighting spirit and followed the direction of the group of heroes. These people are all old rivers and lakes, and they immediately guessed the direction in which Shui Zhu'er and Zhao Ying fled, it must be the Yangtze River.

It was a very dangerous thing for Ye Han and the three of them to follow, it was simply an act of looking for death. If the heroes are not able to catch up with Shui Zhu'er and Zhao Ying, they will go back to them to settle accounts.

But Ye Han couldn't rest assured that Zhao Ying and Shui Zhu'er discussed it with Gao Jian and Yue Ling'er, and decided to follow the group from afar and go over to take a look. If Shui Zhu'er and Zhao Ying escaped and had an accident and were not able to get on the boat, the three of them and the four swords would be able to support at least a while.

Although Ye Han knew that he might die, their hearts were unwilling to escape, so they decided to follow their hearts.

......

Zhao Ying got Ye Han's instructions, and while the heroes were focusing on Ye Han, he sneaked out of the back door of the inn with Shui Zhu'er. Due to the serious injuries of the water beads, it is difficult to move. Zhao Ying had to carry her on her back and run wildly all the way.

Shui Zhu'er is a twenty-eight-year-old girl who has never been in contact with a mature man. But it's important to escape, and you can't care so much. She lay on Zhao Ying's back, and a mature man's scent entered her mouth and nose, making her pretty face instantly red into an egg. Zhao Ying's whole body was tense, in a state of high tension, and he didn't feel the change of the water beads at all.

When Zhao Ying and Shui Zhu'er fled, it was already three watches, and they couldn't see their five fingers in the night. In order not to attract the attention of the group, Zhao Ying didn't dare to make a little sound, nor did he dare to have a little light. He ran away in the direction he had reckoned in his heart, walking and walking, only to find that he was lost.

Zhao Ying is not familiar with the original terrain of Nanchang Mansion, and it is very normal to get lost in the dark night. The two of them walked around in a dense mountain forest, unable to get out, so anxious that Zhao Ying sweated on his forehead, thinking that he had encountered a ghost hitting the wall. The more anxious Zhao Ying became, the more he couldn't find his way.

Although people who practice martial arts have stronger eyes than ordinary people and can distinguish the general idea of things in the dark night, but in the jungle, there is no reference. Zhao Ying spun around like a headless fly, but he couldn't turn out of this small forest.

Shui Zhu'er is a girl who is naturally afraid of the night. If it weren't for Zhao Ying's presence, she might have fainted in fright, and could only lie motionless on Zhao Ying's back. Later, Zhao Ying really had no choice but to stop, rest and wait in the woods.

The night was silent and empty, suffocating. In order to resist the darkness, Zhao Ying had nothing to say to chat with Shui Zhu'er. Zhao Ying said to herself, and Shui Zhu'er listened. Zhao Ying told all the people and things he met along the way, and he was terrified and yearning for it. As the night passed, the two gradually became familiar before they knew it

When dawn comes, all darkness dissipates. Heaven and earth were clear again, and Zhao Ying could clearly see the surroundings, immediately distinguish the direction, and hit the road again.

Zhao Ying carried the water droplets on his back and hurried to the Yangtze River. The sleeping Yangtze River has not yet woken up, and this day is not beautiful, the fog is very large, and it is difficult to argue within two meters. Zhao Ying knocked on the doors of several boats one after another, but no one was willing to drive the boat. They said, "If you are so foggy, you will be looking for death if you enter the river." ”

Zhao Ying ran in all directions, but found nothing, so he could only wait on the dock for the fog to lift. When the morning sun rises and the fog clears, Zhao Ying finally finds a small boat and is willing to send them across the river. Just when the two were about to get on the boat, Song Kaiwu, a benevolent and righteous gentleman, had already arrived.

Although Song Kaiwu was the last to go, his martial arts skills were higher than everyone else, and of course he was the fastest, so he was the first to rush to the dock.

"The water droplets are gone, leaving the Sunset Heart Sutra. Song Kaiwu was still dozens of zhang away from Zhao Ying and Shui Zhu'er, and his voice was already far away. When Zhao Ying saw Song Kaiwu's posture, he knew that he couldn't match it at all, so he didn't want to think about it, so he accelerated and walked towards the boat, and urged the boat boss to start the boat. As soon as Zhao Ying's feet stepped on the ship's splint, Song Kaiwu's three-foot-long sword qi came, directly splitting the ship in two.

The boat boss happened to be standing under Song Kaiwu's sword qi and was split in half, without even saying a word. Seeing that the ship was destroyed, Zhao Ying leaped with all his strength, and finally stepped on the steps at the very edge of the pier, swaying from side to side for a while before stabilizing his body.

Song Kaiwu broke the boat with a sword qi, and did not stop, and sent another sword towards Shui Zhu'er and Zhao Ying. How could Zhao Ying be able to deal with the three-foot-long sword qi? In a moment, Zhao Ying didn't think about it, so he threw the water bead down to the left side suddenly, and then used his body to face Song Kaiwu's sword qi. Before the sword qi could reach his body, Zhao Ying felt a piercing cold rushing towards him, and even his heart became cold.

Zhao Ying knew that he would not escape death, but he was not afraid, but turned his head and smiled at Shui Zhu'er. His smile was deeply engraved in Shui Zhu'er's heart.

"No......" Shui Zhu'er shouted. Along the way, she lay on Zhao Ying's not thick back, and her thoughts were repeated. The first intimate encounter with a man made her think about it along the way. At this time, the man who had not known her for a long time and had carved a shadow on her was about to die. How could she not be sad, how could she not cry?

Ye Han and the three of them also rushed to the dock, just seeing this scene, but they were powerless to rescue. They were already late and deliberately left behind, but they could see the situation in front of them, and they couldn't do it at all if they wanted to rescue.

Even if Ye Han and the three of them ran wildly without their lives, there was nothing to make up for. How fast the sword qi is, how can it catch up with it with the strength of his feet. Zhao Ying's smile will always be fixed on his face and will never change.

"Don't......" Ye Han was still running and shouted towards this side.

"Bumping ......" seemed to be a heavy object on the ground, and everyone looked up, but it was Song Kaiwu who flew upside down like garbage. Everyone was confused for a while, what was the situation. Zhao Ying looked at his hands, they were still intact, his breathing was still there, he cried with joy, jumped and shouted, "I'm not dead...... I'm not dead......"

Seeing that Zhao Ying was fine, Ye Han and the others sped up and came to Zhao Ying's side, standing in front of Zhao Ying in a line.

"Early in the morning, you still don't let people sleep. Just when everyone was looking for the reason why Song Kaiwu was sent flying, a lazy voice suddenly sounded.

Ye Han looked towards the source of the sound and saw a middle-aged man like a beggar, with gorgeous clothes but covered with oil, a broken gourd hanging on his left waist, and a simple knife without a scabbard pinned to the back of his waist at will.

"Knife senior, why are you here. Ye Han shouted at the beggar pretending to be a man in surprise.

"It turned out to be you little ghost, my things are still good!" The beggar man glanced at Ye Han and said lazily.

Ye Han said in surprise: "It's so easy to use, I didn't expect to meet my predecessors again." Ye Han still wanted to catch up with the knife, but Song Kaiwu had already stood up angrily and shouted, "Who is it...... dared to plot against Lao Tzu. ”

"Bump ......" Song Kaiwu flew upside down again, Ye Han only saw the knife madness wave his hand casually, and Song Kaiwu flew out upside down.

Song Kaiwu was in a state of rage, since he had cultivated the three-foot sword qi, he had never suffered like this, and he had never been so embarrassed. After Song Kaiwu stood up, he swung his sword again, and the three-foot sword qi filled the tip of the sword, like an arrow, and rushed towards the beggar man.

The beggar man's left hand was behind his back, and with a wave of his right hand at will, he easily broke Song Kaiwu's three-foot sword qi and knocked him to the ground again. This time, Song Kaiwu had his head on the ground and his feet up, and he fell not lightly, and finally came to his senses.

This time, he stood up and didn't draw his sword again, but asked tentatively: "The Seven Strange Men - Sword Maniac Seniors." ”

The beggar man said nonchalantly: "What the hell are the seven strange people, I am a knife maniac." ”

Song Kaiwu said very dissatisfiedly: "The sword madness predecessor is already a master, do you want to snatch the Sunset Heart Sutra." ”

The knife maniac seemed to be very angry at Song Kaiwu's misunderstanding, and waved his hand again to knock Song Kaiwu to the ground, and said mockingly: "Do you think that everyone in the world is like you! ”

Song Kaiwu, a benevolent and righteous gentleman, retorted: "Treasures and virtuous people live in them, how can it be a dirty thing." ”

The knife maniac had never seen such a brazen person, and with a wave of his hand angrily, he slammed him to the ground again. This time, Song Kaiwu suffered internal injuries and was unable to get up for half a day.

"You're really a knife maniac. The water droplets wept with joy, like a small boat in the ocean, and finally found the shore. Ye Han knew what Shui Zhu'er meant, and once asked who Shui Zhu'er would go to after escaping from the encirclement.

Shui Zhu'er said: "His grandfather once confessed that when he encountered a great crisis, he could go to Jiangnan to find one of the seven strange people. "But the knife maniac is uncertain, and the four seas are home, and Shui Zhu'er doesn't know where to look for him. Now that the knife maniac has appeared on his own, why is she upset?

"Is there anyone who likes to pretend to be a knife maniac?" the knife maniac still said lazily when he heard Shui Zhu'er's question.

Of course, Shui Zhu'er didn't doubt the authenticity of the knife madness, but the happiness came too suddenly, and she couldn't believe it.

When the group heard that one of the seven strange people was crazy, they retreated. After all, the knife maniac is not a good person, it is said that he has a fiery temper, is jealous like hatred, and kills people like chickens. But the temptation of the Sunset Heart Sutra made them reluctant to leave.

The sword maniac seemed to know too much about their thoughts, and said loudly to the group of heroes: "The Sunset Heart Sutra is indeed a good martial arts cheat, but if you want to snatch it, pass me first." Feel free to do whatever you want, as long as you can get me to take a step back. I left right away, never to worry about it again. ”

A cadre of martial arts people have already gathered here, the benevolent and righteous gentleman Song Kaiwu, the three monsters of the Haisha faction, the old man of Tianmu Jin Sancun, the two demons of Tie Gui Li, and some martial arts figures who only arrived today.

Although Song Kaiwu, a benevolent and righteous gentleman, was miserably punished by the knife maniac, he was still unwilling to give up, holding the sword in both hands and pressing towards the knife step by step, intending to try again.

How the Seven Strange People of the rivers and lakes exist, almost every one of them is a legend, and every one of them is a myth. How could they be shaken by Song Kaiwu's cultivation of ordinary three-foot sword qi. Song Kaiwu's three-foot sword qi was broken by the sword maniac again with a gentle wave of his hand, and he took more than ten steps back, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood, and had no strength to fight.