Li Wenshuo straightened up, swung his sword and slashed a zombie to the ground, his eyes passed through the sea of people, and stared at the Chu River not far away.

The king didn't know him, but he had seen this man.

As if feeling his gaze, Chu He also turned his head, glanced at Li Wenshuo, and with a flick of his fingers, a silver light flew out, piercing the dust in the air, and all kinds of heaven and earth vitality avoided it.

Li Wenshuo frowned slightly, this attack seemed to be sudden and amazing, but in fact, it was too far away, and there was no chance of hurting him at all.

But he still drew his sword with great caution, and this sword was no less unhappy, and a sword light shot out, stabbing a straight line in the air, and when he came back, he drew an extremely smooth arc.

Broken teeth lay in front of him, and a piece of broken silver rested on the tip of his sword.

The unintentional display of a hand of kendo cultivation made the eyes of countless masters around him shine, and they couldn't help but admire in their hearts.

But Li Wenshuo frowned, puzzled in his heart.

Broken silver is ordinary, but this broken silver has a bit of wine on it, and it looks and smells very familiar.

It didn't matter, everything seemed familiar to him.

However, why did Chu He do such a meaningless thing.

He looked up and saw that Chu He was smiling, and from a distance, he saw that Chu He said a word with his lips.

"Donor, we are really very fateful. ”

Chu He was still smiling, with undisguised mockery and smugness in his eyes, Li Wenshuo could see it clearly, his face was gloomy, and he slashed the two zombies to the ground with his backhand, and walked forward step by step.

He and Chu He still have an account to settle.

At this moment, there was a loud horn sound in my ears, the sound was dull, like thunder raging in the dark clouds, and it was extremely penetrating, and it only took three or two to play it in unison, and it was spread all over the huge battlefield.

As soon as this horn sounded, the barbarian army that was fighting around them was slightly stunned, and it began this tragic retreat, even if it was surrounded in depth, it was also a horse whip, gritting its teeth and heading north.

It should be that the barbarian generals also saw that this war was too chaotic, and it had reached the point where they didn't know what they were fighting, and it was meaningless.

Fortunately, there is a big chaos in the field now, in addition to the enemy and us, there are also zombies who don't know what is going on, otherwise, if they forcibly retreat like this, in the end, I don't know how many people will be left in this army.

When Li Wenshuo came back to his senses, there was no longer the shadow of Chu He in the field, he was still careless, if he changed to an old man, it would be impossible to give the old man the opportunity to blow the bone flute.

In this way, this battle will be a great victory, although the barbarians are menacing, but the background is still much worse than Liyang, after this battle, morale is damaged, and then want to go south, it is even more difficult.

However, now that the barbarians are gone, although the soldiers on Liyang's side have lost the hard-won opportunity, they work together to fight against these zombies who only rely on instinct to kill, but they get twice the result with half the effort, and they cooperate with each other, even if the zombies are infinitely powerful, they are not opponents at all.

Not to mention the disgraceful masters of the army. Walking and shuttling, the sword light flashed again and again, and the zombies fell in pieces.

But even then, by the time everything had calmed down, it was already afternoon.

The sunset shone obliquely, dyed the years, the heart, and the earth, covering the thick blood like pulp.

A flock of crows flew in the setting sun, like a black net covering the fading sky.

Whether it was a barbarian or a soldier from the Central Plains, the corpses were piled together, and the firewood was also scattered and piled up, according to the old people in the barracks, corpse poison can only be burned clean with fire.

After a while, the fire ignited, a puff of black smoke rose high, and the crows croaked and hurriedly flapped their wings and fled.

Sunset at night.

The swordsman took his sword on his back, his back to the new fire, the scorching flames jumping, and there were many familiar faces hidden inside.

He just glanced at it, and walked away with loose steps, humming a tune in his mouth, and the shadow pulled the elder.

The sun is completely sinking, and he's still walking.

Suddenly, there were a few loud cries in the sky.

Li Wenshuo looked up, and three majestic black eagles tore through the air with their steel knife-like wings, rising against the wind like a sharp arrow, flying towards the south.

It's Liyang's messenger Black Eagle, and Li Wenshuo also has one, but there has been no news for a long time.

I don't know where these black eagles are flying.

He lowered his head, looked at the piece of broken silver in his hand, there were traces of the Chu River on it, closed his eyes, and could vaguely feel a filament-like thing connected to the distance.

Is Chu He careless?

Or is it just a trap?

Li Wenshuo didn't care, he continued to walk, and put the silver in his arms.

If you can't get along with anything, don't get along with money.

Especially their own money.

Li Wenshuo will not throw away the money that has already arrived, just as he will definitely see blood when he uses his sword now, whether it is the blood of the enemy or his own blood.

Although he was still practicing the three feet in front of him, his kendo was no longer familiar with Shangguan Yu's kendo.

......

The three black eagles flew through Fenghuazhou together, which was divided into three routes, one to Chang'an, one to Wanzhou, and one to Hanzhou.

Needless to say, Chang'an is self-explanatory.

However, in the ten-mile peach forest in Wanzhou, many people saw this huge black eagle soaring across the sky, and after a burst of admiration, they watched the black eagle plunge into the depths of the peach forest.

People looked horrified, thinking that this was the owner's retreat, and if the black eagle disturbed or injured the owner, wouldn't it?

As soon as these words came out, he was pushed back by the fierce woman on the side, saying that the owner of the village has the blessing of God, and he is a lucky person in this life, how could he be injured by a beast.

The woman was full of momentum, and several people on the side also nodded yes again and again, but they still couldn't stop worrying, and from time to time they stretched out their heads to look at the place where the black eagle had fallen before.

After a while, only the neighing of horses could be heard from the peach forest, and suddenly a black shadow crossed the low wall.

A black horse, stretched out in a line, its belly almost touching the ground, the speed is very fast, the dust is flying behind, and those who know horses only need to look at it to know that this is the best horse.

But no one paid attention to the horse at the moment.

Immediately, there was a man in brocade clothes, with a purple and gold crown on his head, a narrow willow leaf star eyebrow lined with a little bewitching plum blossom makeup, and a folding knife hanging obliquely on his waist.

There are countless mountains in Hanzhou, and there are many people who can be named and those who can't be named.

One of the most famous mountains is the mountain.

This mountain is very high, the Taoist people on the mountain are idle, but it is also extremely famous, how many years, I don't know how many people have come out of the world, hanging pot to help the world, respected heavenly masters, but also this mountain has played a well-deserved name.

This is Wudang Mountain.

At this time, the mountains are slightly cold, and the morning fog has not yet dissipated.

Zhang Baoding was wearing a cyan robe, like two junior disciples in the door, he led the old ox to continue up the mountain, step by step, and walked 1,800 steps before stopping.

Passing through the main hall, it was still morning, the sun had just come out, and the Taoist boy who was cleaning was probably still doing morning class.

He was the only one here.

His expression was a little complicated.

Looking at the black eagle that was on the top of the statue of Lao Jun, he suddenly laughed, and when he saw that there was no one around, he shook his head and sighed twice, and then he took two steps forward, wanting to clean up, but after a closer look, he noticed that there was a bamboo pipe on the black eagle's leg.

On this day, the morning glory Taoist who had not gone down the mountain for two years, the young generation of the five major sects was only on the first day, and today he led the old ox down the mountain, and he didn't know where to go to graze.

But no one noticed him.

Because he was so unobtrusive, his robe was covered with dust, but with a smile like a spring breeze on his face, he looked so clean, almost spotless.

He was delighted.

Because there was a person beside him, about forty or fifty years old, the robe on his body was a little old, and there were even a lot of holes, but the bun on the top of his head was combed squarely, his eyes were always half-squinted, and he seemed to be indifferent to everything around him, and his steps were a little vain, but he still stepped on the ground step by step.

He carried a sword on his back.

Different from the thunderbolt wooden sword behind Zhang Baoding, it was a shining iron sword, and compared with the Taoist, the end of this sword was sharp and extravagant.

The scabbard is made of delicate shark skin, the hilt is inlaid with fine and round gemstones, and the spike is hung with psychic jade, compared to the only inferior sword jaw that is gilded with black iron.

It was such a strange Taoist, Zhang Baoding looked at him, his eyes were full of excitement, and he said in a deep voice: "Little uncle, how can you be willing to go down the mountain this time." ”