Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Battle of the Captains

Gully and Uncle deal with the remaining two men in black.

Luo Ziqing sword stood opposite the Langya envoy, and the captain to the captain was also a kind of respect. The two of them stood facing each other, staring at each other, motionless, completely oblivious to the back-and-forth fight that continued on both sides of them.

There was no wind, but the clothes of the two of them were quietly bulging, driving the corners of their clothes to flutter lightly. Both of them were secretly lucky.

Soon, the fight next to him ended with two screams. The Gully and the Uncle have already dealt with the last two. There was a sudden silence in the courtyard.

A cold light appeared, and Langya ordered to make a move. He raised his knife with his backhand, and the blade cut a spark on the stone bricks in the courtyard, and the body of the Langya envoy rushed towards Lhotse with the force of the knife. Lhotzi's sword was narrow, and he didn't dare to take it hard, so he had to jump high in the air and dodge the first sword. He raised his sword to look at his opponent and swooped down, and the Langya Commander had expected him to fight back like this, and the sword was already raised in mid-air waiting for him. The two figures, one black and one red, immediately fought in one place.

Neither of them dared to underestimate the enemy, let alone slack off. One is for the mission and duty, and the other is for the deep brotherhood, and they all have to fight. The clanging sound of the blades colliding, the whirring wind brought by the airway, are intertwined, there is tension and relaxation, high and low, as beautiful as music, and all the time murderous.

Gully and Uncle Zi looked at the two intently, the weapons in their hands were tightly clutched, ready to rush into the battle to help Lhotse. Langya ordered the envoy, sure enough, his martial arts were extraordinary, and it was obvious that the knife was not a weapon he was good at, but it did not affect his use at all. He had been watching the battle for a while just now, and he had probably seen the number of Luozi's swordsmanship paths, and knew that he was good at using light skills and the advantages of fast attack speed, which was easy to confuse the opponent. Therefore, the knife of Langya Ling's envoy has also become virtual and real, as long as Lhotse uses the sword flower to defend, he also collects the sword to defend, as long as Lhotse attacks, he immediately relies on the advantage of the width of the knife to fight back at a faster speed.

In a blink of an eye, more than 30 moves passed, and the two still didn't take advantage of each other at all. The gully wanted to come forward to help several times, but was stopped by his uncle. He knew that Lhotse would not want others to help him. Sure enough, Lhotse's expression became more and more gloomy, and his gaze became cold, which made his face look unusually pale in the moonlight.

I saw that he suddenly rotated his right wrist and danced countless silver-white sword flowers, almost protecting his whole body, and at the same time forcing the other party back. The sword flowers continued one after another, forcing Langya to retreat vigorously. I was about to retreat to the shadow wall. Luo Zi saw that the time was almost up, and saw that under the cover of the sword flower, his left hand quickly used the index finger and middle finger together to make a pinching shape, and quickly pointed on the right arm holding the sword, and the right arm was forced, as if it suddenly grew half a foot forward, and the arm seemed to be hidden in the sword flower array, and the sword flower had not disappeared at this moment, but the tip of the sword had poked out of the sword flower like a silver snake spitting out a letter, and stabbed the right shoulder of the Langya envoy. Langya's eyes were always staring at the movement of the sword flower, completely unprepared that the blade would pass and the sword flower would fly over. By the time he could react, the tip of the sword was already in his right shoulder. He staggered, and as the tip of the sword was drawn, a stream of blood splattered out, and his knife fell to the ground with a clatter.

Langya ordered the envoy to lean against the shadow wall, covering his wounds, closing his eyes, and preparing to die. He lost. Waiting for the next execution. But there was no next. I only heard Lhotse whisper, "You go." Langya Ling opened his eyes and looked at the three of them, as if he didn't believe his ears. The uncle waved at him and said, "Let's go quickly." Don't go back to Langya. Here we deal with it. Langya ordered the envoy to look at the corpses lying in the courtyard, stomped his feet, endured the pain, turned around and rushed out of the courtyard. All at once it disappeared into the dark night shrouded in thick fog.

Lhotse's sword fell to the ground with a clang, and then he also clutched his right arm, and suddenly he almost fell. Uncle Zi and Gully hurriedly supported him and asked, "How are you?" Luo Zi shook his head weakly, and barely squeezed out a smile on his face, meaning that I was fine. The two hurriedly helped him to sit down on the steps and let him lean against a pillar. The cold sweat oozing from his forehead already showed that he was in extreme pain. The two of them didn't know where he was hurt, and they didn't dare to touch it. Lhotse gasped and raised his chin weakly. It means to clean up the yard quickly.

Uncle and Gully nodded clearly, Gully turned back to the room, and Shozi gathered the corpses on the ground with drags and wipes. After a while, he brought two bottles of potion. He covered his mouth and nose, opened the lid, and a pungent fishy smell came out. He sprinkled the potion evenly on the corpse, and where the potion flowed, a slight bubble immediately appeared, accompanied by an even stronger stench. This is Yumeko's corpse water.

In an instant, the corpses in the courtyard turned into filthy blood, and the uncle scooped out the water in the large urn in the corner of the wall and splashed it on the ground. After doing this, the two of them were already tired and sweating, and they felt more tired than the big fight just now.

The three of them sat on the steps, looking at the wet floor. It seems that Lhotse is not lightly injured, and the other two only have a few small scratches on their bodies, although they are covered with blood, they are fine. The boy suddenly remembered something, and said, "Hey, what about the hundred-year-old red you lost to me?" The uncle didn't expect him to come up with such a sentence and say: "At this time, I actually think about wine." ”

"Of course, take it out quickly, let me relieve my fatigue. Lhotse was also amused by the gully, and he grinned and said, "Drink." Seeing that Luozi also spoke, the uncle was helpless, gave a blank look, stood up and went back to the room. After a while, the hundred-year-old red with a large altar in both hands came out.

Seeing this, the gully hurriedly stood up, and while helping to get the bowl, he said, "I didn't expect you to really have stock." It's still such a big altar. ”

The uncle said angrily: "If it's not enough, there are still in the house, but I want to see how much you can drink today." “

The gully slapped open the altar seal, and suddenly a rich aroma of wine overflowed. He called out for good wine, immediately poured a bowl, raised his hand and turned the wine all over his head, the yellow wine syrup dripping down his face, he wiped it vigorously on his face with his sleeve, and exclaimed: "Refreshing!"

The uncle said distressedly: "What are you doing, spoiling good wine." The gully laughed: "This is called going to bad luck." The uncle shook his head helplessly and poured a bowl for Luozi and himself.

"I don't see you kid greedy for a cup on weekdays, when did you hide so much good wine. The second bowl of the gully was also drunk with a bang.

"It must have been sent to Zhang Xiao, but I lost to you today. Luo Zi freed his left hand, took the wine bowl handed by his uncle, took a big sip, and suddenly felt much more comfortable. This wine is glutinous and sweet, and it is the best in the daughter's red. And Lhotse is a person who lives when he is drinking, so he took a break while they were cleaning the yard, and now that he has another drink, he feels that his arm is not so painful, so he answered.

Hearing Luozi point out, the uncle was a little embarrassed and said, "Where is it." It's so far away, it's hard to send it. ”

"That's it, Qianliang is thousands of miles away from here, in case it is spilled on the road, what a pity. I'll drink it for him first, and I'll buy it for him when he comes. ”

By the time Yumeko and Yako returned, the three people in the courtyard were already drunk and red-faced, shaking their heads and slurring their words. When he saw Mengzi, he didn't even say anything, but only beckoned and laughed. Taking advantage of the last trace of sobriety, the uncle said to Mengzi: "Luozi, the injury... Before he could finish speaking, he was the first to fall to the ground and get drunk. And Lhotse, at this time, was holding the wine bowl in his left hand, his face was flushed, and he looked at the wine in the bowl stupidly.

All three were drunk.