Sometimes, just because you hold on for that second longer, you can often change the situation or even get out of the embarrassment.

The same is true of things in the world.

Even if it is only a second, or even a millisecond, the subsequent results, or the resulting ending, will be very different.

Just like now, the scheming Uncle Cen is talking nonsense, although it is only a short time, he finally waited for reinforcements, and also won more initiative for the next situation.

With the arrival of more than ten brocade clothes and 100 Ding Jia, the strength of the scene immediately reversed. On the one hand, there are few people and weak people, and on the other hand, there are strong soldiers and strong horses, and they are murderous.

"Uncle Cen! It's here!"

The thin young man, screaming at the fine hair, rushed forward out of breath. Seeing this, Uncle Cen and Qijin and Liujin all took advantage of the situation to retreat and merge with the rumbling army.

The team of more than 100 people was happy and neighing, but it was also very lively.

The thirteen war horses in the lead are all people in brocade clothes, but their clothes are different. Five of them, like Uncle Cen and others, have dark red brocade clothes, blue and black belts, and a round patch on their chests, which should also be from Bailu City;

All the brocade-clothed people turned over and dismounted, and among them was a man with a beard and red face, pushing Uncle Cen's back and asking what was going on. Just now, the fine haired kid rushed to the camp in a panic, only reporting that he had encountered an enemy on the long street, and he wanted to bring more people, and the specific reason was not detailed.

Uncle Cen still looked at Yang Ao and the others vigilantly and didn't dare to look back, but just slightly tilted the goatee on his chin, and said in a low voice, "Is the black skin here?"

"Blackskin, come here!"

As soon as the words fell, a figure emerged from the pile of people behind.

However, this man is very strange.

Dressed in a bloated beige linen robe, with several laps of white linen belts, like a dead person in the family, wearing linen and filial piety.

But he had a golden dagger pinned to his waist. The scabbard is about a foot long, and it is decorated with all kinds of jewels, which are finely crafted and shining, and look very luxurious. Moreover, judging by the length of the scabbard and the magnificence of the decoration, it is believed that there must be a very precious sword inserted in it.

Looking at the head and face again, he put on a black mask, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and the holes were very limited, so he couldn't tell who it was.

"Blackskin, look carefully!"

The bearded, red-faced man called out with arrogance.

The masked man known as the black skin didn't say a word, leaned to his side, looked at Yang Ao, Xue Yu and others as if scanning a QR code, and said a few words in the ear of the red-faced man.

"Hahaha!

The red-faced man laughed when he heard this, but there was more fierce killing intent in this laughter, and said: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it! It turned out to be the son of the Xue family and the second elder of Songshi...... Hahaha, what an uninvited visit!"

At this time, the black skin seemed to remember something again, and hurriedly leaned into the red-faced man's ear and muttered a few words again.

"Oh?" The red-faced man's eyebrows jumped, and he seemed to be a little surprised, stunned, and then raised his chin and shouted here: "Hey, your Sang Ye has never killed nameless rats! If you are really from the Xue family, you will nod to us, obediently put the blade, and follow me back to the camp to resume my life, which will also save you from doing it." If it's a disguised copycat, I'll also report it to my grandfather as soon as possible, and show it as it is, so that we can know who killed it!"

The other party's arrogant shouting made Shi Zhongyue furious, and he raised his long sword and shouted: "Phew! Who gave birth to such a thing as you when the plague dog gave birth to such a thing! The old man did not change his surname, nor did he change his name, but Shi Zhongyue, the five-star swordsman of Xue Mansion in Jialan City. If you want to fight or kill, just let the horses come!"

"Hey, I'm not afraid of death! Don't blame me for being ruthless. Give it to me, brethren!"

The red-faced man pulled out his sword, and the more than ten brocade-clothed people also drew their long swords and entered the battle state with Uncle Cen and the three. However, at this moment of tension, the man in white with a mask and a sense of mystery covered his ears and said a few words.

"yes, that's right!"

After the red-faced man finished speaking, he glanced at the two on the left. The two of them understood, immediately got on the horse, whistled and turned around and moved back, not knowing what to do.

But in the eyes of the second elder Songshi, these actions of the other party clearly point to a possibility, that is, to divide the troops and outflank.

They are very familiar with the city.

This place is located at the north end of the long street at the city gate, and it crosses out from the fork in front of it, and then goes around for a short time, and you can get a flank from the east and west sides.

If the other party didn't do this, but concentrated all the men and horses on the long street, it would be right in the middle, and he could use three thunderbolts to kill the girl! But now, reminded by the masked one, the other party immediately divided his troops into three ways, outflanked in a roundabout way, and it was difficult to annihilate them in one fell swoop.

Therefore, the current first judgment is that the masked man, that is, the guy called the black skin, must be someone inside the Xue family, and he has abandoned the light and turned to the dark and become a traitor. Not only did he know the second elder of Songshi and Xue Yu, but he also knew how to divide his troops and encircle them to avoid the power of the thunder and minimize the loss of the battle.

Who the hell is this person?

Yang Ao, Xue Yu and the others were full of doubts, but the current situation had no time to ponder and deliberate.

Only by fighting hard can we save our lives and continue to explore these endless mysteries.

"Come on!"

Yang Ao nodded to Song Henian, and still asked him to protect Uncle Zhang and his sister well, and pay attention to the situation at both ends of the east and west at any time, while he and Xue Yu and Shi Zhongyue raised their blades and went forward to kill!

"How dare you come?"

The red-faced man, together with Blackbeard and the others, didn't care about the morality and rules of the rivers and lakes, and they all waved their long swords and rushed up.

For a while, the street, which was originally quite spacious, became flooded and crowded.

The sword and sword shadow are ruthless, and the blood is sprinkled on the long street!

The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of swords, the neighing of horses, the roar of rage, and the sound of Ding Jia's cheering, shouting, and the sound of spears shaking on the ground for the time being...... Intertwined and mixed with each other, they converge into a tragic and tragic aria of rivers and lakes.

I saw a purple figure, fighting with a few red brocade clothes, and next to it was a blue and black intersecting shadow, dancing with bursts of sharp sword qi, and everywhere I went, blood was splashed and stumps flew around. Among these figures, like a long snake, a green shadow quickly shuttled, and from time to time heard the sound of the sword falling to the ground and the cry of pain.

Uncle Cen didn't dare to go too far forward because he knew how powerful the young man in the green shirt was, and later found that another young man with a hat had also joined in, and his skills were also quite agile. In particular, the strange broken sword danced like wind and lightning, and several swordsmen and Ding Jia on his side had their heads cut off.

In this way, Uncle Cen didn't dare to take the lead, so he simply didn't make any effort, and after a few tricks, he pulled the fine hair and hid behind it, and looked at Sanji coldly, it was the bearded and red-faced man, who led everyone to fight with each other.

Fortunately, everyone else was engrossed in the duel, and they had no time to care about or pay attention to this situation. Otherwise, the red-faced men and the gang would definitely be so angry that they vomited blood.

- Grandpas are kind and rushed over to save you, but after you got out of trouble, you didn't say a word and stood by, you are still a human being, not a human being!

And the mysterious masked man, as if he had made an appointment, stood aside alone and did not move.

"Why don't you go up?"

Uncle Cen saw the masked man, a little strange, and couldn't help asking. The fine hair beside him had a bitter face and was secretly funny, Uncle Cen, are you embarrassed to blame others for hiding behind?

Heipi seemed to be more at ease, smacked his lips, folded his arms in front of his chest, and hung up in a posture that didn't care about himself, and asked rhetorically: "You know it yourself, why are you asking me?"

"Uh, hehe, each other," Uncle Cen smiled awkwardly, and asked again, "That young man who wore snakes around just now damaged our two brothers at once. Do you know who he is?"

"It should be the son of the Xue family, named Xue Yu. ”

"Oh, what kind of kung fu is that, or ...... That hex?"

"I don't know. But I heard that the head of the Xue family mentioned a secret book of Qimen, called "The Nine Mysterious Scriptures of the Netherworld", I don't know if it is the martial arts passed on in the scriptures. ”

"The Nine Netherworlds?"

......

The three of them here are clever, passive and slacking off, watching from the wall, and the two sides are fighting fiercely and killing each other.

There was only one of the two Blackbeards left, and the other had been cut in two by Yang Ao with his sword, and he was still bleeding on the ground. This name should be seven catties, and the big mouth full of whiskers roars wildly, and it is also barely supported. The purple clothes fluttering opposite him were none other than Shi Zhongyue, who had danced his long sword into a round umbrella. Don't look at Shi's old age, he has a lot of white beard, but the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, and he gradually gains the upper hand.

Yang Ao was entangled with the three of them at the moment.

One is the red-faced man Sanji, and the other two are also brocade people in White Deer City. Previously, four or five swordsmen had already died under that strange broken blade, so all three of them were a little jealous, not knowing who the ruthless hat boy in front of them was.

Sanji shook his long sword and stabbed straight at Yang Ao's chest. The other two jumped and lay down, like tigers and cranes, and stabbed each other's heads, necks and crotch respectively.

The three swords attacked almost at the same time, as fast as lightning and like a steel fork, and there was no way to dodge. I saw Yang Ao smiling coldly, secretly breathing, at an unbelievable speed, from an incredible angle, "whoosh" to brush out a powerful sword qi!