In the sound of the rain in the twilight, it was so quiet that the two people standing not far from the forest quietly held an oil-paper umbrella, just looking at the two agile figures who were fighting.

Seeing that the people on his side were injured, the two people watching in the forest, one of them roared angrily, lost the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, jumped sideways, and "opened the mountain and broke the stone" with his right palm, and used ten percent of his strength, and slapped the black-clothed figure who injured the person with his head.

The black-clothed figure did not retreat, his right palm flipped over, and he also used ten percent of his strength to hit upwards. The two palms intersected, like a giant tree colliding, and only the wrist-thick trees around them could be heard 'clicking'.

The black-clothed figure swept a few feet sharply, like a wild goose flying obliquely, and retreated three or four feet in unison before the big tree fell to the ground.

The black-clothed figure was not lightly affected by this palm, but the person who made the palm was more seriously injured. He slapped the black-clothed figure so hard that he couldn't stand, and stumbled backwards for a dozen or twenty steps before he could stop his figure.

He is famous in Jiangnan for his mixed hands, and even in the rivers and lakes, he can't withstand the power of the enemy's palm, and he is extremely angry in his heart, but he is powerless.

With a bang, a stacked fan rushed to attack, this is a fan that few people know, it seems ordinary, but it is a unique secret weapon, called 'life-killing fan', which can be used as a dagger, can also be used as a halberd, and can also be used to hit holes, extremely powerful.

At this time, the black-clothed figure saw that he took turns on this side, and also took out a shining short sword.

The Idle Sail Master's life-killing fan was only one foot eight inches long, and the broken jade sword of the black-clothed figure was slightly shorter than his.

The weapons of the martial arts can be described as an inch short, an inch dangerous, the sword fan clashes, no more than the spear and halberd, there is such a distance in the middle, the short soldiers are connected, almost like hand-to-hand combat, the essence of lightning, the sharp blade is dangling in front of you, who is a little distracted, there is a risk of blood splashing drizzle.

How can the idle sail master still be elegant before, the figure is fierce, the anger is fierce, the point is pierced and stabbed, and the speed is as fast as the angry lion, all of which are tricks to enter.

The black-clothed figure himself was injured again, and at this time he was still distracted by the things in his hand, he couldn't jump big floats, and he had to be distracted to protect this 'Zihan Sword', but he couldn't pull it out and use it before, making him sweat profusely, and it was very difficult.

It's just that his swordsmanship, compared with that Qiu Wuji, is probably not much better, or even better, and it is not trivial. He stood like a mountain, seeing the style of breaking, seeing the moves, a short sword, sweeping and slashing, stabbing and blocking, but he did not back down!

The two of them fought more and more urgently, the more dangerous they fought, and when the battle reached the interval, the idle sail master suddenly moved and changed, as fast as a meteor, flashed to the left side of the black-clothed figure, and actually stabbed towards the 'Zihan Sword' in the hand of the black-clothed man.

The black-clothed figure was supposed to jump out of this move, but his internal organs were injured by a palm just now, and he could only turn flat on the ground, his body fluttered lightly, and the short sword 'Morning Star Shines High', with the life-killing fan of the idle sail master, pulled it up, and took advantage of the idle sail master's momentum to snatch his weapon.

With just one stroke, the fan actually took out his hand, and flew into the rain, both of them were fast, and no one could control the momentum.

The black-clothed figure had just fallen, and it was still a little off the ground, so he hit him squarely, and the 'Zihan Sword' in his hand almost fell to the ground.

The black-clothed figure panicked in his heart, and before he could dodge, he was actually hit in the palm of the chest, and his short sword also took advantage of the situation and plunged straight into the blade of the idle sail master, leaving only the sword handle.

This time, both sides were defeated, and after the black-clothed figure inserted a sword, people could no longer support it, only to see the Venus in front of him, the earth was spinning, he knew that it was going to be bad, and he hurriedly fell to the ground.

The idle sail master over there was also seriously injured and lying on the ground, his eyes staring blood-red.

The two of them were only four or five feet apart, but no one could get up and pounce. The two of them stared at each other like this, and the sound of rain echoing in the night wind, this scene, this atmosphere, was indeed thrilling.

After a while, the idle sail master struggled to crawl on the ground, touched the ground with his wrist, and slowly crawled towards the black-clothed figure.

The black-clothed figure was taken aback and tried to move, but his whole body was weak and weak, so he wanted to use a little strength, and his throat was already bursting with fishy gas, and a mouthful of blood came out.

Chu Sanqian is known as the 'mixed yuan hand', and the man in black hit the ground in the center, and his palm wound was more serious than the sword wound.

The black-clothed figure saw that the idle sailer was like a hideous beast before death, wriggling and moving, and he was helpless, and his heart was angry and anxious, and he fainted unconsciously.

After a long while, I suddenly heard someone shouting repeatedly: "Xi Daxia!"

The man in black woke up leisurely, only to see that the person standing in front of him was the young man who invited him to drink in Liuzhen and talked to him about drinking and principles.

He was very surprised, and asked in a low voice, "How do you know who I am, and what are you doing here?"

Liu Chen didn't answer his previous question, his eyes were blank, and he suddenly said loudly: "I'm here to find death like you!"

Xi Duyun asked coldly, "What are you looking for to die?"

Jiang Jinyu smiled and said, "However, seeing you like this, how can I be looking for death?" Xi Daxia, I know you, many years ago, you and my master drank together, I have seen you. But I was a kid then!"

Xi Duyun propped his wrist on the ground, nodded, and said, "That's it, you must hide yourself now, and you can't expose yourself in the future." In order to find out the "Luohe Sutra", you must hold back and protect yourself. Otherwise, how can you be worthy of your master and the ancient Shuoyuan family?"

Xi Duyun raised her head slightly at this time, staring at Jiang Jinyu, her face looking very serious. His voice was low and hoarse, but every sentence was like a morning bell, shaking Jiang Jinyu's heart.

Jiang Jinyu looked at Xi Duyun in front of him, this famous hero was already a hoarse man who was about to die.

He looked slightly ashamed and said, "I listen to the orders of the Xi hero. ”

Xi Duyun struggled to tear off his undershirt, tore off a large amount of it, and suddenly put the middle finger of his right hand into his mouth and bit it, blood came out, he didn't even snort, he shook his hand on the undershirt, and Jiang Jinyu was stunned.

After Xi Duyun finished writing, he asked Jiang Jinyu to come over and take off the sweatshirt, and said intermittently: "You take this blood book, and use my short sword as a basis to send this 'Zihan Sword' to the Ye family, they will know how to do it." ”

After finishing speaking, it seemed that the big thing was over, and I saw Xi Duyun's eyes closed, and he didn't say anything more.

At this time, the drizzle was murmuring, the sound of the rain was cramped, a white line appeared in the distance of the Tsing Yi River, and the sound of the boom came from afar, Jiang Jinyu hid the blood book, carried a short sword on his back, wrapped the 'Zihan Sword' in black cloth, stared at the river bank, and couldn't tell what it was in his heart.

At that moment, there was another sound of footsteps in the distance, and after listening again, the man hid in the willow bushes on the shore.