Next to the rugged mountain forest road, there is a plane tree.

The sycamore tree is tall, the crown is prosperous, and the branches are luxuriant; the sycamore tree is old, the appearance is vicissitudes, and the ring is many years.

The cold wind blew and rattled.

There are green, yellow, red, colorful leaves, floating and falling.

There are knights with their hair tied and robed, cloaked in armor and holding swords, standing under them.

The knight looks up and admires the autumn scenery.

The leaves of the sycamore fall and obstruct its eyes.

So that he never caught a glimpse of the icy blue cold light that swept like a thunderbolt.

'Ah-'

Hear the dull sound of landing first.

Goodbye, dressed in white, standing quietly beside the lifeless knight.

The white clothes have a beautiful face, there is a comfortable look between the eyebrows, and there is no joy, no anger, no sadness and no pity on the face.

He raised his eyes slightly, and through the scattered fallen leaves like a rain curtain, he looked at the dozens of figures that were surging not far away.

They are all wearing armor and holding swords, and their eyes have a strange light, and at a glance, they can know the identity of the dead soldiers in the Qimen.

Bai Yi pursed his lips slightly and whistled playfully.

I saw that the blue mang hovering beside him suddenly came and looked back, and disappeared with a 'boom-'.

Then, in front of the mountain road, there was the sound of knives cutting flesh, and then it turned into the sound of gold and iron clanging - squinting his eyes, it turned out that after the first few dead soldiers suddenly fell to the ground, the dead soldiers immediately concentrated on their breath, handed out their flying swords, and fought with the blue mang.

After half a minute of fighting, the dead soldiers glanced at each other, used eight flying swords to form a staggered sword net, and then controlled the rest of the flying swords to block Lan Mang's other path, luring it into the sword net, and then handed out three flying swords to cut off its back path, and completely wrapped Lan Mang with a total of eleven handles, not letting it move a bit.

The white clothes frowned slightly.

It wasn't that he was worried that his spirit jade dagger would fall into the hands of others like this—if he wanted to take down someone else's flying sword, he had to have a more abundant and rich aura of luck than the aura inside the flying sword...... Obviously, these dead men don't have that.

It's just that this spirit jade dagger is not an ordinary flying sword. With Wang Manxiu's current strength, its speed and trajectory are faster than ordinary flying swords, and it is more than several times weird - it was precisely because of this that it could instantly kill thirteen soldiers at the foot of the mountain before. And these dead soldiers, although their own skill realm is not decent, but they can actually find a way to counter this spirit jade flying sword in such a short period of time, and they can also be regarded as a group of wolves defeating tigers, which should not be underestimated.

This made Bai Yi can't help but recall Rong Zhexing's appearance.

Wang Manxiu was ashamed of him.

He originally thought that Rong Zhexing, who was already in the realm of martial arts, was enough to deal with the danger that Miss Yan was going to encounter...... But he was wrong, he didn't realize that Miss Yan was actually Qimen Lingyan, he didn't expect that there would be a Qimen Grandmaster to join the pursuit, he didn't expect that Rong Zhexing, who was in his early thirties and still had a bright future, would die because of the Qimen incident.

This is Wang Manxiu's fault.

It's also Qimen's fault.

On the originally indifferent and ruthless face, a little anger suddenly appeared.

He raised his eyes to see the dozens of dead soldiers rushing towards him.

The white clothes looked angry, and their figures swept up.

The leading dead man glared suddenly, and couldn't help but shudder.

But before he could stand up with hair, he felt that it was pitch black in front of him, and a warm palm pressed his face.

Then I heard the sound of 'knock-'.

The white clothes slammed it to the ground.

The leader's head was suddenly like a flowering watermelon, dyed red all over the ground.

And when the originally menacing dead soldiers around saw this scene, everyone was frightened and showed a little fear.

Right now.

There was a whistling sound in my ears.

When he looked at it, he saw a sharp arrow rushing towards him, nailing it into the chest of a dead man, piercing through his armor and back, dragging it back a few steps, and falling to the ground with a whimper.

The dead soldiers were startled again, and hurriedly looked down the mountain.

There was a beautiful girl, who was holding her bow and carrying a crossbow, and without haste, she pulled out a cone-headed arrow from the quiver behind her waist and inserted it into the crossbow arm.

"Stop her!"

A dead man shouted, hurriedly took the three swords of the flying sword, and stabbed straight away.

But there was a red-tasseled ash spear, crackling, like a fly, knocking down all three flying swords.

The dead soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then they calmed down again, and handed out more than a dozen flying swords again, forming a mutual horn momentum, and attacked again.

Unexpectedly, this wave of mighty flying swords had just swept out less than five zhang, but they were suddenly twisted into a ball out of thin air and fell to the ground.

Some of the dead men panicked and shouted, "Who is it?"

As soon as the words fell, a fairy boy in a black and white yin and yang robe slowly walked into their field of vision.

All the dead were shocked.

Although they didn't recognize the appearance of this son, they definitely recognized what this son was wearing-the robe, but only the relatives of the Zhou family could wear it!

"Quick! Hurry up and report to the master!" A dead soldier hurriedly turned around and shouted at the last person in the line: "It's the Zhou family! It's the Zhou family who has attacked the mountain!"

The man immediately bowed his head, and he turned and ran.

"Don't think!"

But I heard a roar in the air.

Suddenly, looking up, there was a burly man with a seven-foot shape, who was clenching his hands into fists and slamming at him.

The dead man was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he cried out - but he was still smashed into the underworld with a punch.

Immediately afterwards, the big man turned around and punched the two dead soldiers who were still trying to run up the mountain to spread the message, knocking the two out of a few feet away, and they were killed instantly.

When the dead saw that the two roads up and down the mountain could not be walked, they were in a hurry and wanted to hide in the steep and rugged shades on both sides with their own light skills.

It's just that at this moment, when the morning sun is still only half a minute away, the shade of the trees with poor light transmission is still gray and gloomy. And the old man in the family often said, 'There must be ghosts in the darkness' - no, the two dead men had just stepped into this shady field with their front feet, and they were stabbed by two black shadows that could not be seen clearly, and they whimpered and died.

Now it's all right.

Front, back, left, and right are all impossible.

It can be said that there is no door to heaven and no way to go down.

The dead men looked at each other and took a long breath.

Look at these seven people like a Rakshasa for life.

The expression on his face was complex but simple.

......

The dead are dead.

It's all over the place.

Looking at this scene, the six people had different expressions.

Zhou Yiyin was good to the three of them, as if they had already felt the situation of the battle of Qimen, and there were not many waves in their expressions, and most of them were indifferent; while Zhang Shan and Li Shi felt shocked and amazed by the various death postures of these dead soldiers, and once again felt awe and admiration for the skill of the hundred enemies of Qimen; only Yin Shao was alone, sighing lightly, raising his gun and looking sideways, showing a little unbearable emotion.

The white clothes turned sideways, looked around at the people behind him, and then turned around to look at the fork in the mountain and the gray and white mansion behind the left side of the fork.

Gently open the lip flap.

"After finding the spiritual eye, you should go back to Mengyue immediately, don't stay here for a long time, don't wait for me. ”

When they heard this, they raised their eyes to him.

I saw the white cloth holding a sword in his left hand, taking off the blue jade dagger in his right hand, stepping over the messy corpses on the ground, and flying up towards the left side of the fork in the road.

Yin Shao blinked, and just wanted to stop him out loud and ask, 'If we succeed and return, it would be good for Zhou Gongzi to come and pick you up', but he was stopped by Zhou Yi's raised hand.

He was slightly stunned, and looked sideways at the yin-yang-robed boy with a cold face.

The yin-yang-robed boy shook his head lightly.

"Believe in Your Excellency Wang Manxiu. ”