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The panicked figure rushed in the westward sunshine, and the martial arts people behind him followed closely to catch up, and the sound of fireworks exploding in the sky made people from different directions begin to gather and intercept here.

The people from the rivers and lakes who gathered from time to time had probably communicated with each other before, abandoning the gap, first getting the body of Bodhidharma and then talking about anything else, and their faces were red with excitement, because the figure in front of them was already a turtle in the urn.

There are many poor mountains and evil mountains in the north, and the south seems to be much gentler, the Jinghu area has inherited the characteristics of the south of the Yangtze River, many hilly rivers, and the people in the pursuit are a little embarrassed to find, often at critical times, the other party can always avoid the encirclement by means of the terrain and the river, Huang Lan panted and stopped in a forest for a short time to rest, and when he looked back, the prospect of Shuixi County was still in the field of vision, and he still ran not far.

A moment later, the moment he got up to leave, the branches on his head shook, and the sword light came out from the top. Huang Lan's body tilted, and his one-armed fist smashed on the falling figure, and the man suddenly stopped his waist and hit the tree pole, and at the same time as the shock, the sword had been snatched away, and the one-armed figure cut off the opponent's head with a sword, and blood spilled out.

Before he could catch his breath, a roar came, and a strong wind hit the back of his head, Huang Lan's broken arm injury was not completely healed, and he turned around to block, but his reaction was still half a beat slower, and with a bang in the air, the blade pressed against the iron sword on his chest, and a knife flew out, and the whole person rolled on the ground.

The sword plunged into the dirt, propping up half of his body, specks of blood dripping onto his robe, and looking at the other side, a warrior with a sword.

.......

The sun hung on the hill to the west, and the first rays of red shone on the field, and a group of figures were rushing, and then stopped, and a figure carrying a black coffin walked up, as if to stop it.

"Get out of here—"

"Get out of the way!"

On this hill away from the battlefield, the people who came did not hear the fierce voice of the other party, but gently stretched out their arms and pulled down the cloak that covered their heads, revealing a somewhat sickly pale cheek.

Bang –

The black sarcophagus fell from behind him and smashed vertically on the ground, and a dull sound came, and someone over there recognized the person and vigilantly reminded his companions: "Everyone be careful, this person is Zhao Mingtuo." ”

Over there, the corners of Zhao Mingtuo's mouth hooked up a smile: "If you want Bodhidharma's body..... all of them will die." ”

The palm of the hand slapped on the top of the sarcophagus, the coffin lid jumped up violently, and a black shadow folded and rushed out of it, and the moment it landed, it seemed to suddenly become larger, and it landed in a human shape, and the clothes were fluttering and turned out to be the appearance of a beautiful woman.

"Puppet...."Someone had sharp eyes and carefully saw the difference.

As he spoke, several figures rolled out of the open black coffin again, old and young, men and women, with lifelike appearances, even eyelashes.

Over there, everyone was shocked, and they all put on the offensive, in their field of vision, that Zhao Mingtuo just hid behind, hooked his fingers, and looked over: "Don't be polite....come." ”

Approaching, the puppet in the purple robe slowly raised his arm, and a short knife was handed out, his body was like the wind, and he rushed towards the opposite side, just like an ordinary person, and then, the rest of the puppets followed, killing into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Half an hour later, the battle has ended, Shanggang Mountain, the bloody gas spreads, the person named Zhao Mingtuo has folded the last puppet into the black coffin, and at the same time as the coffin lid is closed, he can see that another group of people have come over in the afterglow.

I couldn't help but sigh and opened the black coffin again.........

In half of the forest, the light from the west spilled into the leaves and fell on the knife, and the reflected light made Huang Lan's eyes narrow, and a gust of wind suddenly hung in the forest, and the leaves sounded.

The red veil fluttered backwards, stepping on fallen leaves and soft soil, rushing out of the shade like a ghost, blood-red nails piercing the silence in the afterglow, and blood flowers broke through the back of the sword-wielding warrior.

The red yarn hung to the ground, and the corpse had fallen forward to reveal the figure behind him, Huang Lan swallowed his saliva, looked at the person with some fear, and screamed a little reluctantly.

"Sister...."

A heart dripping with blood was held in a woman's hand, and the tender red tongue deftly stretched out from Luan Hongyi's red lips, and a drop of heart blood melted into the tip of her tongue, closing her eyes as if enjoying.

Immediately, hearing the other party's shout, the woman opened her eyes again, lost the heart, and sucked gently on her petal-like lips with her fingers that still possessed blood, as if she was still unsatisfied.

Huang Lan didn't like this fragrant scene, he hadn't beaten this woman's idea before, but after seeing the picture of her killing people and sucking blood, he never wanted to get along with her again.

"Sister... We... Let's go. ”

"Hmm. ”

In the distance, Luan Hongyi brought more than a dozen women to fight with the warriors behind, she clapped her hands, and these women with a dexterous short knife ended the battlefield extremely quickly, escorting Huang Lan and starting to leave. Soon, dozens of galloping horses came over, Liu Yuannan jumped off the horse, stuck the spear on the ground, glanced at the bloody corpse in the distance, stomped his feet angrily, and grinned in pain when he pulled it until his face was bruised.

When he was maneuvering, he saw another corpse with his heart cut out, and turned over on his horse: "It's Luan Hongyi's technique..... we chased after him not long after he died." ”

The sun shone through, and on the empty field, a group of one-armed men protected by women were intercepted again, bits and pieces of blood were sprinkled on the grass and slid into the dirt, and then a backward shoe stepped on it, and the figure kept retreating, the red veil fluttered, and the scarlet nails grabbed like the wind and fought with a sword-making figure.

"The Nine Dragons Sword Technique is really a bit famous, but it's a pity that the slave family won't play with you. After hearing the retreating figure give way to a sword, he turned around and danced, and his five fingers pierced the air silently.

Over there, Wan Qiu staggered the direction, and the cold nails were against his waist for a moment, and the woman's figure had fled a few feet away, protecting the kid who carried the body of Bodhidharma and continued to rush forward, wanting to tear a bloody path.

"Where to go in Luan Hongyi! Leave the body of Bodhidharma. Wan Qiu Nian shouted, attracting a lot of people from the rivers and lakes who came around, and following his gaze, he saw more than ten people fleeing from the road.

In an instant, the minions who abandoned the Red Clothes Building, almost everyone chased after each other with their weapons in a crazy attitude.

The distance suddenly closed.

Although Huang Lan has martial arts, but in the end there are many people on the other side, at least there will be warriors from the rivers and lakes who come to Bodhidharma's body within a radius of more than ten miles, just in front of them to escape, a team of people and horses rushed over, Luan Hongyi suddenly waved his claws vigilantly, but he saw the figure on the horse carrying a knife.

"Niu Yi is here, who dares to fight. The person who came passed Huang Lan and the others, rushed straight behind, and roared angrily.

The hundred people from the Qinghe Gang put on a posture, pulled out their weapons in a hurry, formed a wall, and on horseback, the figure of the oblique knife turned his face sideways, and laughed at the people behind him: "It's just a bunch of local chickens and dogs..... look at the chickens and dogs that Lao Tzu killed them." ”

On the other side, dozens of people led by Liu Yuannan, the 'eye gun', also killed, and while running, he raised his iron gun and yelled at Niu Yishi: "The surname Niu, new hatred and old grudges, count them together today." ”

In a moment, he took dozens of horses and directly crashed into the opponent's human wall, and the flexible spear was smashed together with the opponent's weapons, and the two horses ran staggeredly, and the two of them caught and fought each other in the crowd.

Luan Hongyi was stunned, and scolded in his heart: "A stupid cow." ”

"Let's go, don't fight. Huang Lan shouted at the right time, but the fight over there was fierce, and he couldn't listen to it at all.

"Let's go!" Luan Hongyi stomped his foot angrily, looked around, and more people gathered around.

..........

Dense footsteps on the earth.

Weapons reflect the sunset, from all directions, more and more people from the rivers and lakes rushed up, the flower of the flower club held a double knife, the figure crossed the air and fell into the fleeing team, the knife stretched for a long time, swept a few knives in the crowd, almost drew a circle.

Jingle ......

...... Puff puff......

The footsteps were fast, the blade was round, the weapon was bumped, the flesh was cut, and several blood lines were sprinkled in the air, and in the blink of an eye, several women in the red clothes were drawn red marks on their snow-white necks.

Luan Hongyi's eyes were red, these women were brought out by her from that hellish place, they were as close as sisters on weekdays, and rarely called servants, but at this time, five people were killed in a blink of an eye, how could she not feel pain in her heart.

"In the next, the flower is close to the building. Miss Luan, how about putting Bodhidharma's body down?"

Luan Hongyi laughed angrily, turned around and dragged Huang Lan and ran forward directly. Hua Jinlou shook his head with his twin knives, "Miss Luan, the people from Yijian Villa in front of you are waiting there, you can't escape." ”

Hearing this, the galloping footsteps paused, and there was a team of hundreds of people in his eyes to stop there, these people almost had a broad sword in their hands, but slightly, the corners of Luan Hongyi's mouth curled, and he laughed out loud.

"Hahaha......"

The people in Yijian Villa over there frowned, thinking that the woman was driven crazy, at this moment, someone in the team screamed, followed by a series of screams, and the moment the leader of Yijian Villa turned around, blood splashed above their heads, and several figures fought indiscriminately among them.

When a sword slashed at the other side, it made a clanging sound, as if it was slashing on hard wood.

....

The figure carrying the black coffin came out of the way, and several puppets around him were at his side.

"I'll pick you up. Zhao Mingtuo said briefly in the cloak.

Luan Hongyi's eyes were red, "You've been around, aren't you, why didn't you come when I was arrested in the county government that day?"

"I'm looking into things....it's not easy. Zhao Mingtuo grabbed her hand and said in a low voice: "We have all been tricked....."

"Who's in it?" Luan Hongyi withdrew his wrist.

"Dongchang....and my father's...."

Far or near, hundreds of people were running and fighting on the field, surrounding them, and the faint sound of iron hooves shaking the ground was already somewhat clear.

......

On another hill, the bodies of several warriors lay under the hooves of horses.

Gu Mi looked at the chaotic battlefield over there, and stopped the reckless figure who wanted to go down, "I feel....more and more wrong." ”

"Huh?"

The big man, who was originally shaky, calmed down, frowned, and looked ahead.

At this time, the sun was no longer so dazzling, and the figure of a war horse appeared in the setting sun, standing there, the red cloak raised in a soft wind.

The warhorse man stood up and neighed.

PS: Second more, this is a bit longer to write.