At this moment, I could only hear the footsteps of dozens of people behind them, and when the two turned around, there were more than 20 Taoist priests of the Heshan Sect who had surrounded them. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Song Zizhuang, the leader, held a long sword and shouted: "Two thieves, where do you want to flee now?"

Voice: "Up." ”

Twenty Taoist priests with long swords outflanked from both sides.

Fu Dongliu sneered, did you think we would be arrested?

I saw his body shaking, his body was like a shuttle in front of the eyes of the twenty Taoist priests, only to hear the screams sounding around, twenty Taoist priests one by one blood in the throat, actually died on the spot in an instant, this accident, happened in an instant, even the side of Bai Weichen was at a loss, only to feel dazzled, the ground was lying down the body of the Taoist priest of the Heshan faction.

Fu Dongliu's figure stood up, and he returned to Bai Weichen's right side, his right hand shrunk in his sleeve, as if he was hiding something, and then stood motionless like that, looking at Song Zizhuang in a panic with a cold face.

Song Zizhuang blinked his eyes and saw that the twenty or so Taoist priests he brought were killed in an instant, it was simply an unbelievable moment, and in an instant, there was an illusion, as if something was wrong with him, because he didn't believe in the things in front of him at all.

The person who was captured that day without much effort, how could he suddenly judge the two of them now, he couldn't believe it, but he couldn't help but believe the bloody facts in front of him, he held his sword, looked at his people all dead on the ground, and his heart was pounding, but it seemed that Fu Dongliu had no intention of poisoning himself, but stood by and looked at him coldly.

Bai Weichen was startled and said, "What are you doing?"

Fu Dongliu slowly said to Song Zizhuang: "You have no way to escape, accept your fate." ”

His right hand slowly stretched out from his sleeve, as if he intended to do so, he had to wait for Song Zizhuang to see his own people die before asking for his life.

Song Zizhuang was startled, knowing that this had reached the point of life and death, he put his hands together, and stabbed the sword in his hand towards Fu Dongliu's body with a whoosh.

He knew that his sword could not kill the other party, but he slowed it down, giving himself a chance to escape, and sure enough, he only heard a click, Fu Dongliu's right hand had already stretched out, and he held the long sword in his hand tightly, and with a hard push, the long sword was broken into several pieces and fell to the ground, and Bai Weichen Hao Ran saw Fu Dongliu's right hand clearly.

Fu Dongliu's right hand has been hidden between the sleeves of the robe, and it has not been exposed, but at this moment it is finally exposed, his right hand is black and shiny, his five fingers are half bent, and there is still a blue light, it is actually a prosthetic hand made of unknown materials.

No wonder just now twenty Taoist priests of the Heshan Sect died of blood in their throats at the same time, it turned out to be this strange palm.

Fu Dongliu pinched off the long sword, saw that Song Zizhuang had run away two or three zhang away, smiled, and pounced, Bai Weichen knew that Fu Dongliu was going to poison Song Zizhuang again, and shouted: "Don't kill innocents indiscriminately." ”

The body went straight and then pounced.

When he was captured last time, Fu Dongliu thought that Bai Weichen had a good plan, so he didn't let the Heshan faction arrest him, but he later learned that Bai Weichen didn't have any good plans, and he was willing to be a fish for others based on his momentary mood, and this time he couldn't be soft-hearted, and ignored Bai Weichen's dissuasion.

Just now because Fu Dongliu shot too fast, Bai Weichen didn't react to let Fu Dongliu kill innocents indiscriminately, how could he tolerate such a thing now?

Seeing that Fu Dongliu's right hand was three inches away from Song Zizhuang's top gate in mid-air, Song Zizhuang was about to face the danger of breaking his skull, how could he still hesitate? He suddenly grabbed his left hand and grabbed Fu Dongliu's right arm, Fu Dongliu didn't expect Bai Weichen to stop him, so he paused, because Bai Weichen was his superior after all, and he couldn't trespass, only a little bit, Song Zizhuang had escaped from the scope of Fu Dongliu's right hand and rushed forward.

Fu Dongliu stopped his figure and said, "White-palmed flag envoy, what's the matter?" Although he was honorific, he still had a displeased tone.

Bai Weichen said: "Why do you kill innocents indiscriminately for no reason?"

Bai Weichen saw that Fu Dongliu let go and stopped, relieved, and he also stopped, and was about to say something to Fu Dongliu not to kill innocents indiscriminately, but in the blink of an eye, Fu Dongliu had jumped out again and grabbed Song Zizhuang.

Song Zizhuang suddenly heard the sound of the wind and then the sound of the wind sounded sharply, knowing that the person had attacked, he didn't think about it, the dark luck was on the right arm, and the backhand hit the palm thunder, in a panic, of course, the power of the palm thunder was not great, but he just hoped that this palm thunder would give him a little time to escape, Fu Dongliu saw a little blue flame burning towards him, he didn't hesitate at all, his right hand passed straight through the palm thunder, and the palm thunder touched his prosthetic hand and the sound was naturally extinguished, just like the fire that fell on the ice, Song Zizhuang naturally knew that his move was in vain, but then he heard the sound of someone stopping Fu Dongliu, apparently his accomplice.

Bai Weichen shot again to stop Fu Dongliu, this pause, Song Zizhuang ran out of Lixu again, but in the middle of running, suddenly his feet were mixed, it seemed to be touching a stump, he stumbled and fell forward, and threw a few heels, just on top of a slope, Song Zizhuang couldn't stop it, and rolled down the slope with his head in his head, although the slope was not very steep, but it was ten zhang long, Song Zizhuang secretly complained in his heart, only felt that his nose, eyes, There was blood in his mouth, and this fall was not heavy, but if he could get away with his life, it would be worth it.

Fu Fu rolled for more than twenty times before rolling down the hillside, there were dwarf trees and weeds everywhere under the hillside, Song Zizhuang's wound was pierced with hot pain, he got up dizzily, and found that there were a few people in front of him, he shook his head, let his eyes focus on a little light, and the few people who were still listening in his ears said: "Falling from the sky." ”

"Oh ...... come down from such a high place."

"Is it suicide ......?"

"Courageous ......"

The tone of those few turned out to be breathtaking.

Song Zizhuang shook his head a few times, his eyes could finally be focused, his chest was undulating, he was dressed roughly, and the first person he saw in his eyes was the one he was extremely familiar with - Zhao Zheng.

It was Zhao Zheng, Zhang Ren, Song Zhi, Li Yi, who never slept and restless.

They were idle today, came to the field to light a bonfire, were roasting and eating potatoes, when Song Zizhuang saw Zhao Zheng, Zhao Zheng's mouth was full of black ash, and he was eating a steaming potato in his hand.

Zhao Zheng was stunned for a moment, stopped talking, the person in front of him was so familiar, although his face was covered with blood, and it was covered with broken grass and dust, but it seemed that he had seen him somewhere.

After looking at it in detail, he suddenly remembered and exclaimed, "It's you—"