You have forgotten who you are, you have forgotten your sect. The Kongtong faction is a famous and upright family in the rivers and lakes, and the reputation is higher than life, and you have stopped and not moved forward one by one, and you have thrown into the face of the Kongtong faction and the disciples of the Kongtong faction. With a scream, a Kongtong sect disciple lay on the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, and his life disappeared in a moment. He Dudao took the bloody sword, swung it forward, and only said one word, kill. It is better to die if you move forward, and it is also difficult to escape death if you go backwards, and maybe the head of the sect and the master can give their families some subsidies. If you retreat and die, the people in the family will inevitably be affected, and it is inevitable that they will suffer from white eyes and cynicism, and maybe they will lose their lives because of themselves at that time.

The people in front of him took all kinds of weapons in their hands and killed Zhou Qinghai together. Zhou Qinghai stood up, which seemed to be easy to get up from the chair, but it only took a moment. The disciples of the Kongtong Sect were dumbfounded, and the fear in their hearts struck again. Zhou Qinghai threw away the paper in his hand, and the sword slashed at the Kongtong Sect disciples in front of him, leaving a bright red mark on their throats. Blood gushed out of his throat. These people were all dead in an instant, and the disciples of the Kongtong Sect knew that they were certain to die this time. After having this thought, they don't panic, they are dead anyway, they can't escape by themselves, and there is nothing to be nervous about. With weapons, they surrounded Zhou Qinghai, Lin Yuanhai and cucumbers, and killed Zhou Qinghai, Lin Yuanhai and cucumbers together. The three of them easily dealt with all kinds of weapons coming from all directions, and occasionally used some skill, and one of the disciples of the Kongtong Sect was either injured or fell to the ground.

He Dudao looked at the many Kongtong sect disciples, glanced at Lu Jun, and jumped into the room together. In the eyes of He Dudao and Lu Junliang, now is the time. Although they brought many Kongtong sect disciples this time, their martial arts were low, and they could not be Zhou Qinghai's opponents at all. As for Zhou Qinghai's two apprentices, they fought with He Duandao and Lu Junliang's apprentices, and they could still deal with it, but it couldn't be He Duandao and Lu Junliang's disciples at all. Judging from the lightning and flint move just now, Zhou Qinghai's martial arts are unfathomable, and now his fight with his disciples has consumed part of Zhou Qinghai's physical strength, but if the apprentices are still fighting with Zhou Qinghai, their apprentices will definitely all die under Zhou Qinghai's sword, and then there will only be two of them to deal with Zhou Qinghai, Lin Yuanhai and Cucumber, with their current skills, they cannot be the opponents of these three people. So now is the best time to let most of the Kongtong sect disciples deal with Lin Yuanhai and Cucumber, and the two of them lead a small group of disciples to deal with Zhou Qinghai. Although the martial arts of those disciples have status, after all, they can interfere with Zhou Qinghai and provide appropriate time and opportunity for He Dudao and Lu Junliang to attack Zhou Qinghai, and better yet, maybe one or several of them will find a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to deal a fatal blow to Zhou Qinghai, even if it hurts Zhou Qinghai, it will be of great help to them to deal with Zhou Qinghai.

The serpentine sword moves are peculiar, He Dudao and Lu Junliang occasionally saw the serpentine sword moves a few times in the rivers and lakes when they were young, but at that time, when they were young, they all saw it when they saw the master or the head of the sect fighting with Luo Feike, and their impressions were vague. Later, as they grew older, they heard about the power and moves of the serpentine sword in the rivers and lakes, but the serpentine sword was still mysterious to them. In the face of unfamiliar moves, Lu Junliang and He Dudao were overstretched when they first took the moves, as for the apprentices of the two of them, their martial arts are low, as long as they are martial arts masters, what kind of moves are the same for them. After one or twenty rounds, He Duandao and Lu Junliang were familiar with Zhou Qinghai's moves and were more comfortable with them. Lu Junliang and a small number of Kongtong sect disciples formed a balance of power. The small room made it inconvenient for Zhou Qinghai to perform martial arts, and he jumped through the roof and fell to the roof. He Jundao and Lu Junliang led a small group of disciples to also jump onto the roof and re-encircle Zhou Qinghai in the middle of the circle. The master is not in front of them, Lin Yuanhai and Cucumber are full of confidence in the master's martial arts, but the sword and gun have no eyes, in case the knife and sword hurt the master, the master has a great grace to save their lives and teach kung fu, and they can't let the master have an accident. The two of them jumped together to the other side of the roof.

If the disciples of the Kongtong faction hurt a person or killed a person, they would be made up by the senior brothers in the back, for Zhou Qinghai, these are all nobodies, not to be afraid. Lin Yuanhai and the cucumber gradually couldn't bear it. The physical strength of the two people gradually weakened, and their moves slowly slowed down. The tired cucumber stepped on a loose tile, staggered, and a large gap was exposed in front of him, and many weapons slashed towards the cucumber. Lin Yuanhai swept the sledgehammer in front of the cucumber, and the Kongtong faction disciples changed to block Lin Yuanhai's big hammers, and Lin Yuanhai's back was all exposed to the Kongtong faction disciples behind him. Cucumber hurriedly stood up and took out the ghost knife to block these weapons that killed Lin Yuanhai. After all, there was not enough time, and although the cucumber's ghost knife blocked most of Lin Yuanhai's flaws, his calf was still exposed to the disciples of the Kongtong faction. A Kongtong sect disciple knife directly killed Lin Yuanhai's calf bone, Lin Yuanhai screamed miserably and knelt on the roof. Cucumber's ghost knife turned around and killed this Kongtong sect disciple, and this Kongtong sect disciple was stabbed in the neck and rolled down the tiles to the ground. The man behind the cucumber killed the cucumber in the same way, and the cucumber was stabbed in the back. Lin Yuanhai and Cucumber stood up again, holding their weapons back to back, looking at the Kongtong Sect disciples who wanted to tear them apart. Another fierce battle began, and Lin Yuanhai and the cucumber had a few more wounds on their bodies, none of which were fatal. But if this continues, Lin Yuanhai and Cucumber's lives will die in their hands sooner or later.

In the uninhabited valley, Zhou Qinghai lived with Lin Yuanhai and cucumber for ten years, and also accepted Lin Yuanhai and cucumber as his apprentices. After ten years of suffering, although the three of them did not have much language communication, they regarded the remaining two people as their relatives in each other's hearts, and they were the only two relatives in the world. The two apprentices are obviously not supported now, and the master must go and save them. Zhou Qinghai jumped high, wanting to jump out of the encirclement and rush to Lin Yuanhai and Cucumber to deal with these enemies together. He Dudao also jumped high, blocking Zhou Qinghai's way. At this time, Zhou Qinghai's originally calm heart had ripples of anxiety, and his moves were a little flustered. When Lu Junliang's sword move behind his back was about to reach Zhou Qinghai's back, Zhou Qinghai noticed it and immediately dodged to the side of the roof. But the sword still left a long, deep wound on Zhou Qinghai's arm. Blood stained Zhou Qinghai's arms and clothes red for a while, and fell drop by drop on the tiles, blooming blood-colored flowers on the tiles.