The situation on the long street can be described as unpredictable and ever-changing, with a series of dramatic reversals, which make people suddenly rejoice, suddenly shocked, and feel a mixture of joy and sorrow.

In just one cup of tea, at the beginning, Uncle Cen deliberately delayed and hoped for reinforcements, but in the blink of an eye, he was killed and his armor was abandoned. And when the red-faced Sanji was disheartened and about to give up, the two teams of people caught between the east and the west fell from the sky, giving him hope again. It's a pity that the Dingjia in the east has not yet gained a firm foothold, and it was torn apart by the thunderstorm. Yang Ao and the others just breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this, and the team in the west had already shot out dark arrows like locusts!

The so-called fickle and unpredictable world. This is often the case with all the experiences we go through. Like a flat boat, jolting in the stormy waves, just now it was still spinning on the crest of the waves, and in the blink of an eye, it has fallen to the bottom and was swallowed by the huge waves.

Zhang Bo was the first to notice the dark arrow shooting and shouted loudly. Yang Ao, Xue Yu and the others all turned around sharply when they heard the sound, and their swords and fans danced in unison, forming an invisible umbrella, blocking those galloping feather arrows with all their might. In the year of the Song Crane, a thunderbolt was ignited, and the arm sank and threw it straight towards the houses next to West Street.

The magistrates may ask, why don't you throw it at the dings, but at the houses?

Obviously, now that a large number of arrows are coming straight at them, it would be a big problem if they were to be shot or blocked by a fire and thunder at them. If you throw it at the other person's feet, you are afraid of being kicked away. Therefore, throwing it at the houses next to these Ding Jia, with the help of the rebound of the wall, it will definitely fall into the formation.

It's too late, it's too soon. I saw that the thunderbolt dragged the line of fire, and hit the wall next to West Street with a "bang", and immediately folded an arc, which happened to fall in the middle of the group of Ding Jia. For a while, the explosion of fire and thunder, the crackling sound of sword fans blocking feather arrows, the screams of death, the sounds of panicked escape, and the chaotic shaking of lanterns and torches in everyone's hands, as well as a large group of dazzling light, sparks, and soaring black clouds after the explosion, these intricate scenes were all intertwined, turning into a rain of bullets and a sea of fire like purgatory on earth!

This sea of fire reflects almost every face and burns every pair of eyes.

Sang An, like Hu Kai, escaped his life temporarily because he rushed to the front line. However, the tremendous force of the thunder formed a wave of qi, enveloping the rubble and blades, as well as the bloody stump and severed arm, and tossed him to the ground. He scrambled to his feet, and found that his ears were ringing, and everything around him had become so far away that he could only see churning flames and scarred corpses, but he couldn't hear a sound.

On Yang Ao's side, he heard a heart-wrenching shout.

"Ah......!h

followed the sound, but saw Uncle Zhang being hit by several arrows and falling in a pool of blood.

"Uncle Zhang!" everyone shouted when they saw this, Yang Ruoqing's face was already full of tears, and she squatted to support Uncle Zhang, who was dying, and cried bitterly.

The opponent's feather arrows were too dense, and although he danced the sword fan with all his might, he still missed a few of them, hitting the vital point of Zhang Bo's heart and abdomen, thighs, etc.!

"Less...... Shao Dongjia, "the old man is already like a gossamer, unable to support it," I ...... I ......"

Yang Ao grabbed Uncle Zhang's hand tightly, his liver and intestines were already broken, and tears were rampant.

The firelight reflected the kind and charitable face, this loyal, hard-working old man, assisted Yang Men for decades, made great contributions to the Zhiyuan Dart Bureau, and followed everyone all the way to hardships, through the calamity, and finally escaped from life. I never thought about it, but I encountered an accident in this purgatory on earth.

Full of remorse, Yang Ao couldn't speak at all, he knew that this was the case, he shouldn't have taken Uncle Zhang and his sister to follow up on this city of death.

"I ......" Uncle Zhang's voice was so hoarse and faint that he could barely hear it. Yang Ao hurriedly leaned over and put his ear to his ear, and heard the old man say: "I'm going to see the master and the wife......" After speaking, he showed a relieved smile, looked at the vast night sky, and swallowed his breath.

"Uncle Zhang!!"

Yang Ao and his sister hugged the old man, stared at the dead eyes, and shouted loudly.

A wipe of tears, flying in the air, with boundless pain, reluctance and resentment.

......

"Death, you beasts!"

A blue-black shadow swam rapidly in the flickering firelight, and everywhere it went, blood splattered and screamed.

"Born with a broken blade and no edge!"

"Happiness and revenge...... How many times we meet!"

"Look around at a loss!

"The remnant sun is like blood, and the sword is like a rainbow ......"

With this speeding shadow, there seems to be a voice constantly reading the above four sentences, which sounds like a poem. looked at it closely, but it was Yang Ao wielding the Bladeless Broken Sword, slashing and killing the Ding Jia and the remaining brocade clothes all the way, with an expressionless face.

Perhaps, when a person is extremely sad, what you can see is a mirror of peace.

The remorse and guilt for Uncle Zhang's death have turned into flames of revenge at this moment, enveloping Yang Ao entirely.

Broken sword, deadly moves.

Sword energy, soul snatching everywhere!

Who cares what kind of bullshit swordsman you are in White Deer City and Black Deer City, who asks you where you are all heroes from all walks of life, especially in front of me tonight, they are all sacrifices to comfort Uncle Zhang's spirit in the sky!

Kill you, you despicable villains, all these shameless, tiger-fighting rabble!

In this apocalyptic and tragic apocalypse, in this long street full of corpses and rivers of blood, I will definitely fight out a blue sky and a bright day!

At this moment, Yang Ao has become a rampant devil who catches and destroys whoever is killed in the eyes of the other party.

But in Xue Yu's eyes, he looked like a god of war.

Slowly, this Jialan City is his homeland, and there is no news of his parents and friends, and the good luck and evil are uncertain, so let's just say that in the current situation, where can I find such a brave teenager to fight side by side with him? This whole body is not only full of desire for revenge, full of angry flames, but also full of a kind of courageous, fearless and heroic wind!

If it is really advisable to chase the poor bravely, the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life!

Thinking of this, Xue Yu couldn't help but step forward and work together with Yang Ao to kill those remnants of the defeated soldiers who had no fighting spirit.

The broken sword without a blade is like a diving dragon into the sea, and the Xuan fracture fan is like a green snake spitting letters, a dragon and a snake, and the dragon and snake are double killed, and its power is by no means a simple superposition, but a steep increase of more than several times!

I saw that those frightened Ding Jia were all stunned like wooden chickens, pitifully waiting for the oncoming sword qi fan to swing them in half. The red-faced Sanji has now turned into a white-faced radish, and just wanted to pull out his legs to dodge, he was forced in front of him by Xue Yu's imagination, the fan was like a rainbow, and his neck was cut off, and the broken sword had also penetrated deep into his chest and back, and there was a spicy skewer!

Uncle Cen, Fine Mao, and the masked man beside him hurriedly turned around and fled for their lives when they saw that the situation was not good. As soon as he turned around, he found that the son of the Xue family was already standing in front of him, and at the same time, a fierce cold wind rushed straight in.

"Go!" Uncle Cen was covered in cold sweat, grabbed the thin fine hair and threw it in front of him as a shield. Listening to a scream of "ahh Uncle Cen also took advantage of this blow to roll on the spot several times and fled in embarrassment.

Xue Yu was about to pursue, but he saw a golden light in front of him, accompanied by a groaning and screaming sound, which was very harsh, and his brain shook violently.

"Beware!"

Yang Ao rushed forward in a hurry, swinging his sword to block the sneak attack. At a glance, it turned out to be the masked man, the traitor who was called the black skin, who had already pulled out the very beautifully crafted short sword and delivered an extremely strange blow.

Why is he weird? It's all because of this blow, which strikes from an almost impossible angle, and at the same time is extremely fast.

"Green snake spit out the letter!" you ——?" Xue Yu should have recognized this trick, and blurted out in astonishment.

The other party didn't answer, and then with a twist of his wrist, he grabbed the golden short sword and grabbed Yang Ao's throat.

"Brother Yang, don't move ——!"

Before Xue Yu's words were finished, Yang Ao had already subconsciously moved his body, intending to retreat to avoid this sword. However, what is unbelievable is that he felt a scream and sword aura in the back of his head, as if the other party had turned into two people, attacking from the front and behind at the same time!

How is this possible? Obviously he is standing opposite me, how can he sweep two completely opposite directions with a single sword, and stab it straight into the neck?

I was stunned in my heart, and my movements slowed down by half a beat, and I couldn't stop leaning back anymore......

Seeing that the sword behind his head was about to be inserted into the cervical vertebrae, and he also flew with a broken neck, he heard the sound of "ding", Xue Yu also rushed behind him at an incredible speed and angle, raised the folding fan that had been closed, and blocked the golden short sword.

"The little doll has two hits! Keep your life today, and we'll see you later!"

The masked man snorted, his voice hoarse. But seeing that he didn't make another move, he put away the golden sword, jumped up to the side, and in a blink of an eye, he had moved out of the circle of fighting, and in a few leaps, he disappeared into the night with the treacherous and cunning Uncle Cen.

Yang Ao's silver teeth were almost crushed, and he was about to step forward to pursue when he twisted the broken blade, but was stopped by Xue Yu with his hand raised, and said in a low voice: "Brother Yang Hugh wants to fight, that person's martial arts are definitely not equal to you and me, let's hurry up and support over there!"

Yang Ao was also a little puzzled in his heart, but the current situation was urgent, so he and Xue Yu turned back to join the team of the two elders of Songshi to kill the remaining enemies at both ends together.