Let's say that after Zhang Xingyan shook Li Yangya into the air with one palm, when he was slacking off all over his body, he couldn't prevent that Li Yangya was flying upside down, and he could still throw the two red short blades in his hand fiercely!

In an instant, two blades with brilliant blood-colored glow, like a pair of burning firebirds, flashed with bright red flames, and pounced towards the young man who couldn't dodge......

Firebird?!

In a dazzle, a red shadow that could barely be seen by the naked eye rushed through the air with a "boom", like a meteor catching the moon; just after this red shadow passed, the two blades that were raging and whistling in the wind disappeared immediately!

And the young man, who was closing his eyes and waiting for the pain, knew nothing about what happened in this moment, and was still waiting there:

"It's not that slow, is it? Why haven't you come yet?"

"Wow!~"

Just as he was waiting impatiently, an expected scream was finally postponed.

"Huh?"

...... This scream is like killing a pig, why is it so ugly? It really doesn't look like it came from itself.

It was only then that the young man, who had exhausted his strength, sensed that something was wrong, and quickly opened his eyes to take a look. Where his eyes swept away, he saw that among the weeds, Li Yangya was lying on the ground, motionless, with a puddle of blood soaked in his head and face, and he saw that he was not alive. Not far away, the man lying on the ground like a hill was the fierce man who had grown up at the beginning, and now there were some flames burning on him, and wisps of green smoke were rising. Looking at the direction where he was lying, this uncle should be the source of the pig-killing scream just now, and the flames on his beast skirt were probably the fire talisman of the Heavenly Master Sect.

"Huh~ These two guys who helped the bandits to abuse are finally killed!"

......

"Uh, what about those two throwing knives just now?"

At this time, Xingyan remembered that he had just closed his eyes and waited for death, and he couldn't help but doubt in his heart.

In the confusion, a person suddenly flashed out from the side, holding two bright red short knives with sharp blades that shook like water waves, and said to himself on his back:

"Brother, it turns out that these two are not birds!~"

This smiling treasure giver is not Qiong Wei, who is it?

After this moment, Bao Chuxiong and the other county soldiers finally reacted, and even if they shouted, they all slashed their blades and killed those stunned bandits like a tide!

Seeing the officers and soldiers killing, these bandits woke up like a dream, and hurriedly raised their knives and sticks to resist desperately - although they were frightened by the astonishing posture of Xingyan killing Li Yangya just now, but after all, now that the sword is coming, how can these bandits be tied to death?

It is a pity that at this time, the morale of the officers and men of the South China Sea was like a rainbow, like a fierce tiger sweeping away these cowardly bandits! Suddenly, the bandits of Dafeng Village, who had been said to be suppressed but not extinguished, died and surrendered, and they were wiped out by the officers and men in a short time; dozens of corpses lay down in the weeds under Huoyun Mountain.

And Jiao Wang, the giant thief and cunning bandit "Golden Retriever Tiger" who was frozen by the awakening, was beheaded by Bao Chuxiong, who had long hated him to the bone.

However, "the soldier is also fierce", and Rao is such a one-sided closing battle, which is still extremely bloody. Most of the bandits in Huoyun Mountain are the most heinous criminals, and whether they surrender or not is only a matter of early death and late death for them. Therefore, in front of the superior number of county soldiers, there are often thieves who refuse to surrender, and they are held by the desperate county soldiers from behind, and then another officer and soldier chop down from the front with a knife -

Because such a scene was too bloody, Xingyan had no choice but to turn his back to the killing field and block the curious little girl in front of him, so that she could not see the slightest.

It was only at this time that Xingyan had time to perceive, and he had only summoned the energetic Dao power in his whole body, but now it was like a low tide, and he didn't know where the abundant qi was going. Now his whole body is sore, numb and weak, and his meridians are even more like empty bamboos, only to feel that his entire body seems to be fluttering and has nothing to rely on.

In the face of such a situation, combined with many strange things in the past, Xingyan has roughly understood the key points:

The last time he rashly played the "Water Dragon Yin" on Horseshoe Mountain, this time he blew the Divine Comedy again to relieve the urgency of the officers and soldiers, and when his own not deep Taihua Dao power was exhausted halfway, it should be his nameless ancient sword that had been put into the sheath twice - although, that time in Horseshoe Mountain, this ancient sword was hidden in the white stone.

Moving his sour arm, he reluctantly turned back the head of Qiong Wei's little girl, and said with a wry smile:

"Alas, Brother Sword, why are you so stingy, and you won't lend me more Dao power for a while......"

"I won't give it!"

Suddenly, as soon as he finished speaking, Xingyan unexpectedly heard an answer! This sentence seemed to echo in his ears, vaguely like a girl being angry and coquettish there, and the tone of her voice was exactly the same as that of the princess of the Dragon Palace!

"Huh, Qiong Wei, did you answer just now?"

"Nope!"

The little girl who was about to poke her head out again thought that she had been discovered by her brother again, so she quickly shrank back and replied.

"You really didn't say it, that's it, 'I won't give it!'"

"Don't give it to you, I really didn't say it~ I didn't want to peek at it!"

"Brother, what do you want from me?"

"Well, haven't figured it out yet. ”

Absentmindedly replied, and said to himself:

"Alas, I've run out of energy, and now I'm starting to have some auditory hallucinations!"

Not to mention his cranky thoughts there, let's talk about the battle of Bao Chuxiong's soldiers and horses. With that, the battle to exterminate the remnants of the bandits is over, and now the county soldiers are busy cleaning up the battlefield.

Seeing that the big thing had been decided, Bao Chuxiong hurriedly rushed to Xingyan's side. This captain of Nanhai County, who is not much stronger than Xingyan now, has endless words of thanks, and he wants to tell this master of the Shangqing Palace Zhang Tang who has traveled thousands of miles to benefit the people of Jieyang!

At this moment, I suddenly heard a commotion. Bao Chuxiong turned his head to see five or six soldiers, surrounded by a pile, as if they were pulling something there, and they also made the sound of arguments from time to time.

"These guys who don't grow up are fighting for the spoils there!"

It turned out that although the military discipline of this Nanhai County was quite strict, once the battle was over, they used to search for loot in groups of three or five. Strictly speaking, according to the rules of the county at that time, the spoils of war obtained from cleaning the battlefield had to be handed over to the state and county treasury, and the rewards of the soldiers who fought would be awarded separately by the Taishou. However, the habit of the soldiers of Nanhai County to privately divide the spoils of war can boost morale, and Bao Chuxiong is happy to turn a blind eye and do not care about his soldiers.

Today, however, the situation is a little different. This time the soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and most of them were silently burying the bodies of their dead comrades or settling the wounded, so the noise of the spoils of war was particularly abrupt and harsh. What's more, there are still the masters of the Shangqing Palace here, and these bastards who don't know the height of the sky dare to rob the property under his nose, which is really unsightly! Immediately, Bao Chuxiong was furious, and immediately turned around and moved towards the few guys who were fighting for a pot of porridge.

When he got closer, Bao Chuxiong saw clearly that this group of soldiers was fighting for the cloak on the demon's shoulder. Bao Duwei could clearly see from the cracks in the people that although the demon had been hacked to death by Hall Master Zhang, the fire cloak he was wearing on his back was still steaming with bright red flames. In this way, even even the most stupid guys can see that this cloak is exactly the treasure that people dream of! Bao Chuxiong suddenly realized this time why these guys still have the mind to compete for the spoils of war at this time.

Skipping Bao Chuxiong's reprimand, those soldiers still refused to let go, and then said that although he was weak now, his eyesight and ears were still good, and he could hear this noise, and it was easy to figure out what was going on.

Looking at the figures of those sergeants fighting for the cloak of the martyr, the young hall master of the Shangqing Palace couldn't help but sigh:

"The tiger dies and leaves its skin, so it's roughly!"

"Hum~~"

was sighing, but Xingyan suddenly realized that the sword in the sheath behind his back suddenly vibrated slightly, and when the sword box struck, it was making a low and clear sound.

"That's not right!"

Seeing this strange sword vibrating for no reason, Xingyan immediately felt that something was wrong. After a little thought, he seemed to realize:

"Heh~ It's only possible that there is something weird in that place!"

I saw that the hall master of the Shangqing Palace, who had been like a wooden stake and pestle, suddenly shouted loudly:

"Duh, you sergeants, you are so lazy! This demon was obviously killed by me, why do you want to stop in front of me and grab that treasure?!"

The young man left Xiao Qiongwei and shouted as he struggled to move his steps and staggered towards the group of officers and soldiers. At this time, he had already drawn his sword in his hand.

Seeing that the little Daoist of the Shangqing Palace was angry, the group of county soldiers who were fighting for joy immediately dispersed, and even the county lieutenant who was scolding himself hurriedly retreated.

"You're interested!"

I saw that the hall master snorted in satisfaction, and continued to walk towards the corpse, which was already lonely.

"Haha!"

"Sure enough, it's still a chick! This time it's going to be planted in my hands!"

- This strange idea that came out of thin air came from the seemingly lifeless "corpse", Li Yangya!

It turned out that he had just been slapped hard by Xingyan, and although he was seriously injured, there was no danger of life for him. But even so, he also knew that if he faced such a powerful mage, if he fought head-to-head, he would not be able to please him no matter what. Therefore, this powerful master, who has always acted unruly, after being knocked away, has a plan in mind, and is ready to deceive the enemy to death in defeat, and then he will take advantage of his defenselessness to strike a blow - with the strength he has gathered now, if he is hit by this stinky Taoist priest, he will be seriously injured if he does not die!

Although Li Yangya's plan is a typical trick, but the remnants of the body are deeply trapped in the enemy, and they still dare to have such hurtful thoughts, this Li Yangya, the master of the Li Sect, is really not ordinary bravery.

Just as Li Yangya was about to make a desperate bet, the great god he believed in also seemed to be willing to help—as he wished, that hateful stinky Taoist priest, who was really greedy for his treasure clothes, was rushing towards this side.

Just when Li Yangya was secretly gaining momentum and thinking that he was planning in his heart, he gradually realized that something was wrong:

Just now, the young Taoist priest was still shouting all the way, but now, there was no sound at all; what was even more penetrating was that the original sound of the officers and soldiers cleaning up the battlefield had suddenly fallen silent.

In the low-hanging wilderness of twilight, only the whirring of the wind remains.

The strange silence made Li Yangya, who thought he was about to get his hands on it, feel that something was wrong, and before he could react, he suddenly felt that something cold had gently touched the back of his neck:

"Excuse me, Your Excellency: Is it a corpse cold, or a sword cold?"

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