The world is in the rainy season, and the face of the heavenly prince changes faster than turning a book, and it looks strange if it doesn't rain.

Blame the rain for being too fast, not going out, not working, not playing, and when the rain doesn't come when it's supposed to come, people blame the rain for being too slow.

In the face of natural occurrence, people are always the most powerless, the most complaining, the most funny, and the most worried

The rain is a visitor, with the cold, and the people on the street are also a visitor, with a murderous aura.

The drizzle, sprinkled with water, depicts the silhouette of the people on the long street.

They were mighty and mighty, two hundred.

Uniformly dressed, all in black robes.

The pace is hard and the sound is like a drum.

The expression is grim and does not whisper.

In the gray and white of the morning, their weapons were as black as hellish holes.

There are thirty swordsmen, a hundred swordsmen, and seventy crossbowmen.

Lu Qianyu looked through the rain curtain, held his breath, and observed quietly.

The enemy marches with steady speed and great discipline, like a group of soldiers on a chessboard.

At the head of the team, there were three people, all in gray robes, wearing armor and hats, looking strong, all holding five-foot long swords, and surprisingly consistently, the swords were all carried on the left.

On this river and lake, after all, there are more swordsmen, and the sword road is the easiest to walk.

The rules of the past are understandably argued, look at the countless swordsmanship that has been passed down from ancient times, how many swordsmen have been cultivated who are peerless and prosperous?

They walk vigilantly and majesticly, looking in three directions, left and right, and ahead.

Lu Qianyu looked at his people, vigilant against abnormalities, and his people did not notice.

The knitting rain is sluggish everywhere, washing away impetuousness and leaving indifference.

Lu Qianyu was soaked, cold as jade, his hair was messy, the rain was running down his cheeks, his clothes were sticking to his skin, he touched Gu Han, shrimp-like bowed body, his eyes were like a nail, tightly locked, and in his black eyes, the enemy's team was getting bigger and bigger.

The enemy stopped in the middle of the long street in an instant, and two people were in a row, head and tail together, about thirty zhang.

Wandering behind Lu Qianyu, with a monkey anxious face, clenching his fists, the rain could not be poured, and the wind could not shake.

However, he is not here in a hurry, and there is no need to be suspicious of that Shangguan Qingyang girl.

"When will the enemy be killed?" the waves murmured.

"Wait for the fight over there. Lin Xing was sideways in the waves, maintaining the same offensive posture as Lu Qianyu.

"Wait, the daylilies are cold. Langliu said.

Lu Qianyu turned around, raised his finger to his lips, and quipped, "What are you panicking about, are you afraid that Sister Shangguan will be injured? Good dramas are not afraid of late, good dishes are not afraid of waiting, good girls are not worried about getting married, when it is time for you to make a move, I am worried, you are afraid!"

"I'm afraid?" "Lang Liu's face was disdainful, "What can there be in the world that makes Uncle Lang shrink his neck?"

"It's raining!" Lu Qianyu said with a smile.

"I'm not afraid of the knife. ”

The two men had talked, and before the words had fallen, the enemy's marching procession suddenly stopped, like a frightened flock of sheep, and then stabilized the queue as fast as possible.

Lieyangmen - Taiqiu, took the lead and opened the prelude to the ambush.

He killed one person and one sword, like a god descending from the earth, out of the shop, first kicked two wooden planks, knocked down a row of people, and slashed two people with a thick big knife, and his mouth was full of words.

"Demon Flame bandits, stop here, Lieyang Gate-Tangtaiqiu has been waiting here for a long time. ”

The enemy took a look, although the man was fierce, after all, he was alone, alone, fighting with a fart?

Not much to say, dozens of people, all their might.

Two or three rounds, five or six enemies, made ghosts under the big knife.

The knife of the Taiqiu is six feet long and as thick as a book.

A swordsman looked at it, his attitude was contemptuous, and he said, "Martial arts rats, Hugh is rampant, wait for me to solve you." ”

As Lu Qianyu saw, the swordsman of the Demon Flame was quick to shoot, and his swordsmanship was chic, stabbing first and then slashing, and persecuting.

A big knife in his hand, as flexible as a dagger, between offense and defense, but thirteen or fourteen moves, quietly completed the reversal from the downwind to the upwind, and cut it down with a knife, hiding huge power.

The long sword in the swordsman's hand was a little rougher, unable to bear, and suddenly turned into two.

The man retreated a few steps, looked at Taiqiu's gaze, and became a little more serious, and the rest of his subordinates besieged again.

Here, three figures, like ribbons in the air, willows in the rain, and fairies in the dance, jumped out of the roof window, fluttered down, stood in the middle of the enemy, and killed with a sword.

"Not yet?" Seeing this, Langliu couldn't wait, jumping off the roof, his figure blurred under the rain curtain.

"This daredevil!" Lu Qianyu complained, "He has always been bent on going his own way. So, he jumped down.

"People are courting for love, and we are for death, this is the difference!" Lin Xing snorted, jumping forward between each two adjacent houses, and at the same time, seeing the right time, opened the medicine box, and threw out a mess of hidden weapons, a lot of them.

In the face of a strong enemy, the Demon Flame Sect members were calm, and the three swordsmen charged into battle.

The two of them went straight to the three daughters of Jinwu Valley, and one led dozens of his subordinates to intercept Lu Qianyu.

The sword fell, and the two Demon Sect bandits died in the lonely cold, their blood blooming like flowers, condensing like fat, and slowly fading in the rain.

Lin Xing's secret weapon harvested a few more lives.

Getting closer, Lu Qianyu saw the person who came, tall and thin, his appearance was not good, and the only two sword eyebrows were pleasing to the eye, and when he looked at him, the man sneered, "The little miscellaneous pieces of the Wulin League, you all finally came out." ”

Lu Qianyu snorted coldly, "It is not yet known who killed the deer." He used the three chapters of "A Thousand Armies Broken", and after handing it over, the other party shut up, and Lu Qianyu quickly realized that this person was wrong.

He is not strong, nor weak, his swordsmanship is mediocre, Lu Qianyu thinks that he is better than him, but this person is bold and careful, his swordsmanship is strange, and he has five or six moves in front of him, and he finished it quickly, and he is actually between the two and the middle.

The other party only attacked but not defended, Lu Qianyu not only did not take any advantage, but almost fought with the other party to break the net, if he hadn't been careful with his sword, he would have been on his way a long time ago.

This kind of lifeless style of play makes Lu Qianyu have a headache, attacking is not, defending is not, two roads, you have to choose one to practice, Lu Qianyu has never retreated, once he meets the enemy, he is angry, if he thinks that there is a way to retreat, how can he give full play to his strength?

So Lu Qianyu is more ruthless than the other party, this person is a wolf, Lu Qianyu wants to be a tiger, this person is a fish, Lu Qianyu wants to be a waterfowl, he is not afraid of death, and Lu Qianyu is even more afraid of death!

After thinking about it, Lu Qianyu re-attacked with strength.

Practice the way of no sword is better than sword, use whatever comes to mind, no matter what you use, it points to the fatal point.

Sure enough, Lu Qianyu's idea was correct!

That person's strength, speed, and agility are not Lu Qianyu's opponents, and now even the ferocity is defeated, and he is quickly defeated, Lu Qianyu slashed his belly with a sword, and his organs fell to the ground, and he quickly lost his breath.

Lu Qianyu's strength decreased slightly, and he assisted the waves to go, encountering dozens of enemies on the way, and fell into a bitter battle.

The waves rushed in front of the three women of Jinwu Valley, and the four of them joined forces to kill more than 20 enemies.

Shangguan Qingyang also noticed the waves at this time:

Who is that man?

Dressed in a sloppy suit, well-proportioned, young, with harmonious facial features, his eyes are fierce, and he looks at himself obscenely with his eyes from time to time.

Is it himself, or is it his sister?

Shangguan Qingyang was not sure.

In any case, with the help of this person, the scene was relaxed for a while, and the Demon Flame Sect surrounded everyone in a circle, but it was never able to break through the iron bucket-like defense line, and there was a circle of fallen corpses outside.

Lin Xing was still in a high place, using a hidden weapon to hurt people invisibly, the enemy paid attention to this, and when he came to the roof, Lin Xing had to give up the distance and seek close, showing a dagger to fight, and from time to time the enemy fell from the height.

The other two long streets, in the name of the situation, Lu Qianyu didn't have time to think too much, according to the advance tactics, everyone hit and ran, seeking a complete victory.

The enemy has wounded dozens of people and killed dozens of people, and the intention is reached, how can there be a reason not to leave?

The three daughters of Jinwu Valley, the weakest is the younger sister, the two eldest sisters resist the enemy while protecting her, the three of them have been surrounded, even if the waves shoot, they still can't break through.

In the blink of an eye, at the end of Huashi Street, a large number of enemy reinforcements came, and Lu Qianyu was on the periphery, looking carefully, there were about two or three hundred.

Lu Qianyu suddenly realized that they had encountered the enemy's main force.

The ease of a successful sneak attack disappeared from everyone's faces, leaving only an insensitive slash.

Lu Qianyu shouted at the waves.

"Toad, if you don't withdraw now, when will you stay?"

"Want to go?" Qiu Ding, sneering behind him, "Have you asked me about the sword in my hand?"

Lu Qianyu was surprised, turned around, and saw a burly man, smiling blankly.