The battle of Shushan has reached a white-hot stage, and as soon as the battle between the two people at the peak is over, the battle on Feng Mu's side is also nearing the end.

Hong Manjiang's Baichuan Sword had already pierced the chest of one of Chu Xiuqi's cronies, and the other person had a pair of double guns, wrapping himself in an airtight airtight manner, and anyone who approached him was assassinated in an instant.

However, Hong Manjiang's short sword pierced his body without warning, and his two double spears did not help the other party. The quaint sword in Hong Manjiang's hand exuded a gloomy aura, making everyone present feel a trace of coldness.

If you want to talk about the understanding of Shushan swordsmanship, Hong Manjiang, as a disciple of Shushan Zhangjiao, is higher than Xiao Chucai in terms of proficiency and cultivation realm, just because he fought with people back then, Shushan never saw him return to the sect to restore his life, and thought that he had died in battle.

No one expected that he would go incognito, go to the mysterious sect Jingyuehai, and become a lackey of his disciples, and even under the instruction of the big boss, he served the rebellious King Ning with the four sword slaves, and went to assassinate Wang Shouren, the governor of southern Gan.

These things have passed, Feng Mu later heard Xiao Chucai say that the senior brother may have some hardships, but a mistake is a mistake, after he brought Hong Manjiang back to Shushan, the latter was imprisoned in Shushan. This time, for Hong Manjiang, it is a rare opportunity to see the light of day again, even in the face of such a life-and-death battle, he has a smile on his face, as if he is facing his lover who has not seen him for a long time.

The quaint sword in his hand seemed to feel his heart and had a heart with him. The two are integrated, and Hong Manjiang feels that this ancient sword has never abandoned him for a long time. It's like finding an old friend for many years. I saw him wave the ancient sword in his hand, and dense moves erupted.

Tianshui Eighteen Styles. The most common trick in Shushan swordsmanship, but it is also the most difficult trick to practice, it is easy to get started, but if you want to be profound, you need extraordinary talent and unique comprehension.

"Apricot blossom spring rain. ”

Hong Manjiang said the name of this move lightly, and then looked up at the sky, only to see that with his body as the center, it actually attracted countless flying flowers and fallen leaves, surrounding him, and Hong Manjiang was in it. It's like a dancing girl in the city, dancing a dance that is unbeatable.

Martial arts practice to a certain level, picking leaves and flying flowers, can hurt people, those flying flowers and fallen leaves in Hong Manjiang's urging, instantly dispersed, those who suffered the attack, one after another let out a painful sound, the clothes on the body have been torn. Some of their faces were cut and dripping with blood.

In such a beautiful but murderous atmosphere, Hong Manjiang slowly put the ancient sword in his hand into the sheath, and then said to Feng Mu: "Little brother. There's nothing left for me here, I have more important things to do, and I'll leave it to you. ”

His voice fell. The body was already ten zhang away, and Feng Mu looked at Hong Manjiang's floating back with some doubts. I can't help but feel a little curious in my heart. Hong Manjiang, like Feng Mu, jumped off the cliff that was not too steep. There was not a moment of stopping.

"Wrongs, why are my Shushan disciples always trapped by love, unable to comprehend the truth of this world, and unable to let go of those feelings that should not be there. The lame swordsman couldn't help but sigh as he watched Hong Manjiang disappear in front of his eyes.

After hearing this, the other person took over the conversation and said: "Let him go, his fate is not over, and he can't devote himself to the Tao after all." ”

At this time, lacking the suppression of an excellent swordsman like Hong Manjiang, Chu Xiuqi's injured cronies felt that the opportunity was coming, and they raised their arms and shouted, asking their subordinates to swear to death and not to be afraid.

However, this is Shushan after all, the disciples of Shushan are fighting at home, although they did not have the advantage of the sky before, but now they have regained the geographical advantage, plus some Shushan masters who were suddenly released from the prison to help, the morale of Shushan has been greatly boosted, and the war has presented a one-sided situation, and those bandits in Taohuazhai are already dying.

Even the five cronies brought by Chu Xiuqi were seriously injured, those disabled swordsmen, they were still a little contemptuous before, but the other party used absolute strength to prove to them the consequences of underestimating the enemy.

It didn't take long to hear the sound of painful shouts, and the people of Peach Blossom Village, because the two leaders were killed in front of them, which greatly dampened their spirit, and I don't know who took the lead and took the lead in escaping.

The disciples of Shushan were still struggling to insist, seeing that the other party threw down the blade in his hand and fled in a panic, his heart couldn't help but turn from anger to surprise, they took advantage of the situation to cover up and kill, those bandits in Peach Blossom Village, none of them escaped from Shushan, even if they did not die under the sword, they all chose to jump off the cliff, if there is no superb light skill, they will naturally fall to pieces.

Not long after, the five leaders brought by Chu Xiuqi had all died at the hands of those swordsmen in Shushan, Feng Mu looked at the corpses all over the ground, he was in a trance for a while, he looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but ask in his heart: "What is this kind of killing for, is it really so important to be famous, is it that dominating the martial arts is destined to step on countless corpses?"

These people are also raised by their parents, and they all have their own loved ones, and perhaps some of them have elderly parents to support, young children to nurse, and even their wives, waiting for them to grow old together.

But these have been shattered, in this war, Feng Mu did not have the blood of a teenager, only countless sighs, these people are all sons and daughters of China, descendants of Yan and Huang, blood is connected, why kill each other, you live or die?

When he was in Jinling, in the face of the attack of the Dongying Ronin, Feng Mu felt that that kind of killing was meaningful, in order to guard the national fortune of the Ming Dynasty, when he was in the capital, because of the turmoil brought about by the emperor's accession to the throne, the three thousand battalions and the Jinyi Guard fought against the Mongolian cavalry, even if there were mountains of corpses under the city gate, Feng Mu would sincerely admire, because they were sacrificing their lives for the country, guarding the Ming Dynasty's Jiangshan Sheji, and they died as they deserved.

But this kind of vendetta in the rivers and lakes has no substantive significance, Chu Xiuqi is called Chu Nangong by the people of the rivers and lakes, and few people in the world can match him, but he is not satisfied with this, but wants to go further, so he has a plan to attack Shushan.

"If you want to change this situation and make such a tragedy happen again, you must become the leader of the martial arts alliance and formulate a strong and powerful regulation, so as to bring long-term peace to the martial arts and avoid unnecessary killings. ”

Feng Mu thought so in his heart, then clenched his fists, he looked up at the sky, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the sky was clear.

Feng Mu's eyes became firm, and today, he finally found a goal to strive for, become the leader of the martial arts alliance, and contribute his own efforts to this river and lake.

He knew that this goal was difficult to achieve, it must be difficult, and he might pay the price of his life, but in Feng Mu's heart, there was a flame burning brightly, and it became a prairie fire, even if it was a nine-day downpour, it would be difficult to extinguish.

Warriors, with martial arts, with martial arts, with martial arts, Fang is a hero. (To be continued.) )