Under the protection of a group of disciples, the head of the Badao Sect finally stopped the wound, and he gasped heavily, looking very painful.

An elite disciple under his command advised: "Master, now that the matter is now, it is better to evacuate first, and leave Qingshan without worrying about running out of firewood, as long as you return to the Badaomen, you will not worry about a day without shame." ”

The head of the Badao Sect slowly stood up, and said flatly: "Very good, very good." Then he drew his broadsword and slashed the man's head with a single blow.

It all happened so suddenly, and when the Chinese reacted, the disappointment on their faces was worse than their horror.

They accompanied the head of the family from birth to death, and in exchange for such a result, how can it not be chilling?

The head of the Badao Sect showed a fierce look in his eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "Those who dare to retreat will be killed." ”

Under his iron-fisted policy, the remaining disciples turned their hearts sideways and slid along the iron rope to the opposite bank again, in exchange for the desperate resistance of Liao An and others.

The five people on Liao An's side were all seriously injured, but fortunately, when the other party slid over, they seized the opportunity and successfully killed several people halfway.

More than a dozen elite disciples of the Badao Sect actually grabbed the corpse of their companion as a covering meat shield and slid over smoothly.

Liao An rushed into the enemy's encirclement first, and wherever a pair of iron fists went, he would remember the sound of bones shattering, but the wounds on his body had also been added to several places, each of which was fatal, and only he could hold on, and if he was someone else, he was afraid that he would have already fallen to the ground.

After a fight, the two sides almost died together, and the head of the Badaomen on the other side looked at Liao An who was standing on the other side with a melancholy expression. The pupils constricted rapidly.

He was the only one alive in the Badao Sect, and the disciples he brought were all wiped out in the battle with these eighteen people. Fortunately, they also killed the enemy, except for the bloody King Kong. Everyone else was lying on the ground.

Who is not greedy for life, the head of the Badaomen faced Liao An, who was wet with blood all over his body, and felt an instinctive fear, and he wanted to escape.

But where can he escape, Badaomen's attack this time can be described as a loss of soldiers, and the division is unfavorable, will Tianmen still let him go?

The reason why he killed the disciple who persuaded him to go back was only because he knew that he would go back. It was the butcher's knife that greeted him.

If he dies in battle, Tianmen may still take into account the righteousness of the alliance and not destroy the Badaomen. As long as there are descendants left, there will be people who will avenge today's revenge.

So, he slowly drew his broadsword, slammed the scabbard into the opposite bank, and then slid off the rope.

Liao An stood on the other side, his eyes soaked with blood. Almost unable to open it, the blood on his head flowed onto his face, and his whole face looked like a bloody Shura ghost.

The scabbard slammed into it, and he knocked it flying with a single punch. And the enemy was already in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Cut through the mess with a quick knife!"

The head of the Badao Gate shouted, waved the big knife, and only heard the sound of "brush, brush, brush" and remembered. The sword light flashed like a meteor, but it was only in an instant. Liao An had five wounds on his body.

Liao An was as motionless as a wooden man, standing in place and letting him cut and kill.

There were no signs. The big knife of the head of the Badao Gate fell to the ground, and the "bell" hit the stone.

I saw that there was a big hole in his chest, the clothes on his back had been torn, and the blood was drained like pouring water, and a bitter smile appeared on his face, and then he fell to the ground.

Liao An punched through the opponent's chest, and finally fell to the ground with a "bang" because of excessive bleeding.

The most tragic battle came to an end, but the battle in Cold Autumn Valley did not stop.

The enemy attacked from eight directions, and the Cold Autumn Valley was surrounded by water on three sides, so the water battle was the key to the whole campaign.

Directly east is Liao Ning, her martial arts are low, and it is definitely a dead end to confront the enemy head-on.

Fortunately, she is adept at using poisons and ecstasy, and she is accompanied by two large dogs and seven women. These seven women all have their own husbands and children in the Cold Autumn Valley, and in order to protect the family, they did not hesitate to choose to fight.

These seven people are not good at stubble, although their martial arts are not as good as the men in the valley, but looking at the rivers and lakes, they can be regarded as second-rate masters.

When women protect their children, their combat effectiveness will increase to an immeasurable level, and at this moment they have transformed into the most ferocious soul-chasing yakshas, waiting to devour the souls of their enemies.

"Little bell, your medicine really works, those guys thought they could sneak attack, but instead they fell in love with you. ”

A woman with a hatchet in her hand laughed and said, looking at the corpses floating on the surface of the lake, she was really in a good mood.

"These people think that they can swim unnoticed by breathing on the reeds out of the water, but we know that we have cast poisonous smoke, mixed in with the thick fog, waiting for them to inhale it. ”

Another woman with a rolling pin laughed as well.

Liao Ning didn't laugh, but said to them with a solemn expression: "Everyone be careful, Brass and White Iron have been gone for so long, and they haven't come back, presumably someone on the other side has not been poisoned, in that case, it is by no means a simple character." ”

Hearing her command, everyone clenched their weapons and watched the lake with all their attention.

There was a thick fog on the surface of the lake, and it was impossible to see it really, for they had been waiting here at dawn, and although the sky had turned white, the morning sun had not yet risen.

This dense fog will be completely dissolved, but I am afraid that there will be more than an hour, and a slight wind will blow on the surface of the lake, because the vision is blurred, but it will increase countless dangers.

Suddenly, there was a sound of "woo woo" in the thick fog, this cry was very poignant and low, Liao Ning's already worried face, his brows furrowed even tighter, and he whispered: "As expected, Brass and White Iron have encountered a strong enemy, and the other party is rushing towards us." ”

"Come on, we're not going to let them get their hands on it. As she spoke, a woman quietly lowered a water tank into the lake.

In the tank are small black dots that, as soon as they reach the lake, quickly swim into the thick fog.

Liao Ning looked at the small black dots that disappeared, his expression was stunned, and he said in a low tone: "I hope that the brass and white iron are not seriously injured and can escape this catastrophe smoothly." ”

Her words went unanswered, because the women knew that her words were self-consolation. Isn't it because they smell blood that the blood caterpillars swim so quickly?

Even if it bites the enemy, wherever the blood caterpillar goes, it will not let go of all living beings, and I really dare not look forward to whether the two big dogs can escape.

What's more, this is a weapon specially used to deal with the enemy, and the blood caterpillar itself is also ecstatic, and burrowing into the human body will make people delirious, and attack all targets regardless of friend and foe.

The enemies who invade the Cold Autumn Valley can only lead to destruction, but the Cold Autumn Valley also needs to pay a price.

The impregnable fortress, with a lot of bones underneath, is the sadness of war. (To be continued.) )