In front of the huge stone monument in the Cold Autumn Valley, there is a turquoise lake called Cuiluo Lake.

Cuiluo Lake is as flat as a mirror, clear and clear, reflecting the green mountains on all sides, and it is a fairyland-like place on earth.

A few wildflowers and weeds grow on the shores of the lake, blooming with off-white flowers that dot this tranquil land. However, this unique tranquility was ruthlessly broken by a group of uninvited guests.

There are no bridges or boats, and even so, those who come to the river and lake can do their best to cross it.

Freshly built rafts float on the surface of the lake, and ripples ripple on the calm surface of the lake.

There were three rafts, about one zhang long and eight feet wide, and on each raft stood five people, all dressed in uniform costumes.

The blue-gray shirt is embroidered with a begonia pattern, all of which are on the left chest, which is quite eye-catching.

These fifteen men had no swords, or even smaller weapons, and the breeze stirred their clothes, making them look rather elegant.

These fifteen people are naturally worthy of the elegant statement, because they were born with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, although they are not as handsome as the Liyuan opera, but they are much more pleasing to the eye than those reckless men with fierce faces and cheeks.

Liao Hua on the other side, although he is only fourteen or fifteen years old, but looking at such a group of people, he still can't help but have some yearning.

"Their clothes are so beautiful, and when they die, I'm going to take off their clothes and put them on, which is much better than the patch on my body. ”

Liao Hua couldn't hide his fascination, and muttered to a woman standing beside him. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he looked as rustic as he was. But it wasn't the Liao Ning that Feng Mu had seen before.

When the woman heard Liao Hua's words, she stomped her foot suddenly. Immediately pulled down his face and scolded: "Okay, you ungrateful guy, if I hadn't been kind enough to help you sew up the holes on your clothes, you would have dared to arrange me with your butt exposed, right?"

"Ah?" Liao Hua couldn't cry or laugh, and suddenly turned his head to see the woman next to him staring at him very angrily, and hurriedly defended at the moment: "That's not the case, Sister Fang, don't take it seriously, I just said it casually." How can their dogskins compare to your care?"

Liao Fang snorted and said, "Even if you still have a little conscience, be careful with me, they are coming." ”

Liao Hua was on guard, stared carefully at the fifteen people on the lake, and said, "Come on, clean up these fifteen people, you and I are more than enough." ”

The woman is not as confident as Liao Hua. She knew that she and Liao Hua were arranged to guard in the southwest, just because there was a natural danger and a mechanism arranged by the valley lord in advance, in other words, it was easier to guard, and it was also to take care of the two people who were not good at martial arts.

Fifteen people on a raft. No oars or pennies were used, but the rafts were drifting forward. Although the speed is not fast, it is definitely not driven by the slightest wind.

They are actually urging the internal force. is controlling the movement of the raft.

It's not fast, just because they don't want to break into traps because of their recklessness. These people are not reckless people, and they are very careful in everything they do. Three rafts form horns with each other. Slowly moving towards the opposite bank, once a situation occurs, it can support as quickly as possible, and once the first raft encounters an accident, the remaining two can make adjustments.

Looking at the three rafts that were slowly drifting, Liao Hua yawned and said impatiently: "What are these people, why are they so timid, according to their speed, it is estimated that I can sleep and catch up with them." ”

As he spoke, he sat down on a pile of haystacks, stretched, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Liao Fang shook her head helplessly, although she looked rustic in patched clothes, she had a dignified temperament of Qingshui Hibiscus.

"These people are all the people of Begonia Villa they mentioned, their style of action is really cautious, but they are too dragging their feet, since they are here to die, why waste everyone's time?"

It seemed that he felt that the other party's speed was too slow, and the waterway of more than twenty zhang had not yet reached a third, Liao Fang was also a little impatient, and actually sat down on another pile of haystacks and made larks out of fine grass.

Compared to the calm of the southwest waterway, the southeast waterway is simply a Shura field.

The southeast waterway is even narrower, not to say that there is no twenty zhang, that is, there is no seven, such a short distance, the master of light skills only needs to throw out a few planks casually, and a few steps on the water surface can leap over.

There is no wide lake to block the opponent, and there is a flat grass behind him, and trying to defend this pass is tantamount to increasing the difficulty several times.

The leader in charge of guarding this place was the big man Liao An, who stood on the shore with a body like a hill, and there were already many obvious knife wounds on his body.

"The miscellaneous people of the Badaomen, just come together, I'll kill as many as you want. ”

Liao An's voice was like the roar of a bell, shaking away, wearing a long distance, he not only wanted to deter his opponent, but also to reassure his companions.

A total of 103 people participated in the operation, of which 79 were already lying in the water at this time, and more than 10 were seriously injured.

The blood stained the lake red, like the reddest sunset in midsummer, with a kind of sad beauty.

"No, Xiao An, if the blood on your body doesn't stop, you will faint and even endanger your life. ”

A middle-aged man who fought side by side with Liao An said worriedly, this person's name is Li Feng, before he came to Hanqiu Valley, he was a dart master, and he had been fighting horse bandits and robbers for a long time, and the fierceness could be seen. But when he met Liao An, he could only sigh in his heart, ashamed of himself.

"Turtle sons, are you afraid, if you are afraid of death, pick up your tail and get out. ”

Liao An roared again, pulling a knife wound three inches deep in his back, and immediately a stream of blood rushed out, making the five people who were fighting side by side with him stunned, and even more terrifying the remaining twenty-four people in the Badaomen.

It's not that Liao An doesn't want to stop and bandage his wounds, but he is the soul of this battle, as long as he relaxes a little, the situation of the battle will take a sharp turn.

Of the eighteen people who originally fought side by side with him, only six were left including him, and Han Qiugu had never suffered a big loss. If he doesn't kill the other party, how can he be worthy of those dead souls?

At the beginning of the battle, the people who dominated the knife gate threw out the iron cables and plunged them straight into the ground, and more than ten iron cables seemed to have taken root in the land.

The stones he had prepared in advance were quickly copied into his hands, and in just a few blinks of an eye, more than a dozen pieces had already flown out, and although a few of them were not hit, those who hit were either broken in the head or pierced through the chest, and the death was as terrifying as it was.

But this is only the beginning, the confrontation between the two sides, before the most tragic time, is already bloodstained, a mess, not like the scene of the world. (To be continued.) )