The fight is like a wildfire, spreading unscrupulously in this Kunlun Mountains. The dim light of the sky was still shining, and the blood was cold in the air.

This is a battle with mutual tacit understanding, and in the overall situation, the offense and defense are orderly. The fierce rush of one side and the advance and retreat of one side are staged in this mountain.

The green grass that will release new sprouts will be overwhelmed by the human body, and the sight is the bright wings of a stiff young man and an elegant white crane.

"You're from the Wu-Tang Clan, why don't you kill us?" the man in yellow who was knocked down asked in a hoarse voice and confusion. The Pao Ze brothers beside him have also fallen, not dead, just unconscious, and the rise and fall of his chest shows this, which is also the source of his confusion at the moment.

The young man looked left and right, made sure that he was safe, and then put away his posture and scratched his head: "I, I don't know either." I just think that killing people is not good. ”

"Isn't it good to kill?" The man was amused by the young man's answer, but unfortunately the laughter turned into a heavy gasp because of the heavy punch in the chest: "If you don't kill, then why did you come to Guangmingding?"

"Be chivalrous. You are the bad guys. The young man's answer was full of momentum, but then the momentum weakened unconsciously: "This big brother, you, you can sleep here for a while, I still have to find everyone." ”

"Grandma's, met a fool. ”

"Bang!"

Chen Dong'er straightened up again and stood quietly in the wind. The sound of fighting could be faintly heard coming from the direction of the top of the mountain, and he should have hurried over, but he didn't.

Eliminate the demon and defend the road, and fight the sword rivers and lakes. After really walking to this battle array and fighting for his life, Chen Dong'er suddenly realized that this process that exuded a fishy smell was not as smooth as he imagined.

He hadn't experienced the feeling of killing someone, because until this moment, he hadn't had a single human life on his hands, but he knew he didn't like it. The roar caused by the knife and spear in his ear made him lose his mind and make him dizzy. The darkest of nights can't compare to the freeze-frame images in the eyes of the dead, and it is an incomparable horror.

So he ran away, out of everyone's sight, and ran to this corner of Luoxia Peak where he didn't know where it was, and encountered these dozen men of the White Lotus Sect.

Because of the cherishing of life, he shot and knocked all the opponents to the ground, and made twenty or thirty moves before and after, without much effort; or because of the cherishing of life, he did not take the other party's life, and it was a matter of knocking him unconscious.

Why did the last man call him a fool?

Probably because they say they're bad guys. Everyone says so, but ask yourself, he really can't tell what is wrong with the other party, and what hurtful things he has done, and the last hasty shot is probably because of this kind of loss?

No matter what, he can't hide here all the time, it's not the big husband's doing.

Chen Dong'er stomped her feet heavily, pursed her lips, and walked towards the top of the mountain.

On the top of Luoxia Peak, the grand scene of more than ten years of difficult breeding has turned into a Shura field at this time. Countless corpses littered, paving the way to death. Most of the members of the White Lotus Sect had already receded like a tide, "fleeing" from the other side of the mountain to the Bright Peak, but there were always those who were left behind, entangled by the disciples and righteous people led by Tie Bafang and Leng Baihu.

Figures kept jumping up, and there were figures falling to the ground. The killing between them is not like Chen Dong'er's joke, it is really carried out on the premise of life and death.

"We've won!" Tie Bafang used a pair of iron fists to kill the battle array in front of him, a green robe had already been stained with blood, and there seemed to be some suspicious pink crumbs on the top of his head, and he turned around and laughed: "We have won!"

"Open!"

One move to fight in all directions at night, and the cold white tiger also walked closer to the front of the sword, and laughed heartily: "This is where to go, and you have to kill the top of the light to be considered a thing." ”

"Reasonable, reasonable!"

The White Lotus Sect seems to be nothing more than that?

After a hearty battle, everyone was happy and enjoyed the joy of this short-lived victory. It is conceivable that for a long time in the future, this will be an indispensable capital to brag about with others, and when they say it, it is nothing more than that: "Lao Tzu fought hundreds of rounds with the demons of the White Lotus Sect on Luoxia Peak, killing how many lives... ”

But one of them is a special case, this person's name is Feng Yuxiao.

Dongfang Yu has never come, and the leaders of the Demon Sword Gate this time are Leng Baihu and Feng Yuxiao.

Leng Baihu is a solid-eyed person, but Feng Yuxiao is different, it is said that he is scheming and light, and he is afraid that no one can see and guess his mind clearly.

"What's wrong?what's wrong?" The hot-blooded high-rollers rushed forward again, and Leng Baihu noticed that Feng Yuxiao's expression was wrong, and walked over: "What about you, say?"

Feng Yuxiao glanced at Leng Baihu, and then set his eyes on the bright top higher up.

Leng Baihu was stunned, and then his expression became solemn: "Xiao Feng... Did you see anything again?"

"Female ghosts. Feng Yuxiao nodded, and seemed to come back to his senses: "The female ghost in red." ”

Answering like a joke, Leng Baihu didn't have any questions, but continued to ask, "Where is it?"

Feng Yuxiao raised his hand and pointed into the distance: "Bright Peak!"

"Female ghost, bright top, really fake?" Leng Baihu pestle the knife, and said in a rough voice.

Feng Yuxiao pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Did you recognize the Golden Armor man who led the White Lotus Sect just now?"

"Heavenly General Zhuang Xian. ”

Then they retreated. Feng Yuxiao looked at Leng Baihu seriously, and his voice was fluttering: "The five divine generals of the White Lotus Sect, the heavenly general Zhuang Xian, the general of a hundred battles who have been killed all the way from the end of the Yuan Dynasty. Kung Fu aside, just from the perspective of the killing fight, have you ever seen a trace of tactical strategy in operation?

From the beginning of the indiscriminate killing, to the final rout. Although we have won, we have left more than a thousand lives here, and the White Lotus Sect has only died less than seven hundred at most, condescendingly, their chances of victory are greater than ours, why should they retreat?"

"This... ”

Knowing that Leng Baihu couldn't answer, Feng Yuxiao paused, and said to himself: "Before going down the mountain, the sect master told you and me that the best result of this encirclement and suppression of Guangming Ding is actually to make Tang Sai'er soft, which can be regarded as the tacit understanding between our three sects and seven sects and the White Lotus Sect." But they retreated too easily, and it still made me feel a little uneasy. ”

Leng Baihu waved his hand: "Don't say this nonsense, you know that Lao Leng and my brain is not as lively as yours, the door master said let me listen to you, you can tell me what to do." ”

"What should I do?" Feng Yuxiao narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth pulled up a weird smile: "You take everyone and continue to rush." ”

"What about you?"

"I'll take the path and go first. ”

"Good!"