After more than ten days of sweltering heat, the night rain poured out, and after a while, the ground had left a layer of stagnant water, huge raindrops smashed in the stagnant water, splashing in all directions, the doors and windows of the residents in the Moon Lake City were not closed, allowing the coolness to pour in, dissipating the stuffiness in the house, and the residents who rested in the house, the sweat on their bodies gradually disappeared, and with the roar of the thunder, the heart was quiet.

The backyard of the Xiangyue Inn was already in chaos, with the sound of frightened neighing, trampling of stagnant water, the sound of fighting, angry scolding, and panicked cries for help.

In the backyard of the Xiangyue Inn within a radius of about ten zhang, when the bright light of lightning pierced the night, you could see more than a dozen people fighting, four of them tightly surrounding the goods of the two carriages and fighting with the dozen people surrounding them, the robes had already been wet, and the smooth weapons that did not leave water collided with sparks.

"Whoosh, whoosh"

As the lightning illuminated the backyard, arrows from nowhere pierced the raindrops in the air with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, heading straight for the four people who were guarding the goods.

The four of them were tired of dealing with the swords of more than a dozen people, and when they hurriedly blocked the arrows that suddenly hit at a tricky angle, they were cut by the swords that glowed with cold light, and for a while, the blood flew and the rain washed again, and a stream of rain and blood appeared on the ground.

"Kill!"

More than a dozen people were wearing robes and straw hats, and the pouring rain could not affect their vision, and they all shouted excitedly, and the attacks in their hands were even more violent, and the four dart masters who guarded the goods only had the power to parry against the dense swords and swords like rain, and they had to beware of cold arrows that were not suitable for attack.

With the cry for help in his mouth, the sound of inhaling cold air in pain, the wounds on his body continued to increase, and the blood lost faster with the rain, only to feel that his strength was withdrawn, and a double image gradually appeared in the blurred rain curtain.

The four stubbornly resisted, and there was only one thought in their confusion: "We must hold on, the goods must not be lost, and the prestige of the Xingyuan Dart Game cannot be smashed in our own hands"

"Kill!"

The four of them roared in unison, ignoring the cold blade that fell on their bodies, and the sharp mountain knife in their hands also tore off pieces of flesh and blood between the dances. Although the martial arts of the four of them were slightly higher than the dozen or so robbers, they could hardly beat their opponents with two fists. Moreover, the robbers are still climbing over the wall and merging into the fight.

The number of opponents is so large, even if the four dart masters who were lying in the guest room and were seriously injured and dying also came to help, there were only thirteen people in total, is it necessary to resist so stubbornly, these four dart masters couldn't help but look like ashes, and their hearts were desperate.

Standing in the rivers and lakes for a hundred years of the long-lasting dart game, is it going to be tonight, a hundred years of undiminished fame is trampled, and the dart is lost and then the whole army is wiped out, the four dart masters think of this, and the thick unwillingness wells up in their hearts, but the hands are already weak, and the mountain knife that used to be light and fluttering is as heavy as a thousand catties at this time.

The sound of "...... Rots" flesh and blood splitting makes people's teeth sore.

"Boom!" the explosion thundered, cutting through the dark night sky, and a ravine that reached the sky was dazzlingly white.

In less than ten breaths, the four dart masters were already scarred, their faces were pale, and their long hair was already scattered, wet and sticky to their faces and wet robes by the rain.

The robe with more than a dozen knife edges was soaked and hung downward, and the blood dripping from the corners of the clothes.

"Are you going to die, you all run away" The four dart masters thought gloomily in their hearts, they no longer had the idea of saving the darts in their hearts, and they only hoped that those dart masters would not come to the rescue, and each of them would run for their lives.

More than twenty cold rays of light converged into a cold blade net, heading straight for the four dart masters.

"Die!" shouted the dart man, victory was in sight, and he just had to cut it down together.

"Peng, Peng, Peng......"

"Click, click, click"

The sound of whipping, cracking bones, clashing weapons, and screams all rolled out in one piece.

I saw a stick shadow that was darker than the night whipped around, and anyone who was touched by this stick shadow was thrown out like a broken sack full of straw.

Weapons fly, arms and arms fall backwards, and even if they are a little slower, the arm bones will shatter.

In less than a breath, more than two dozen attacks collapsed, and several people were whipped against the wall and fell to the ground unconscious.

"Poof" a slight landing sound.

Yang Qing's face was cold, his hand was full of long sticks, his toes fell on the tin box, and his eyes glanced coldly.

The four dart masters looked at everything in front of them in a daze, and couldn't believe that the seemingly weak young man could save their lives like this, with a flexible but heavy hand, and so ruthless and merciless with his stick.

"Boom!"

The thunder reappeared, and the trembling loud sound seemed to shatter the night sky, and the sultry heartstrings trembled violently.

This sudden change made all the robbers stagnate, and when they saw several unconscious companions, they didn't dare to attack for a while.

"Click, click"

Robbers in robes and straw hats constantly jumped into the courtyard, splashing their feet when they landed.

"Whoa......

The night rain was pouring, and the rain curtain filled the night sky, and the torrential rain hit people's faces and made people breathless.

"Kill!"

A cold drink broke through the rain curtain in the courtyard, and more than two dozen robbers roared angrily with the cold drink and rushed forward.

"Kill!"

At the door of the courtyard, there was an angry shout, Cheng Wanliang and the other four dart masters had already rushed over, seeing that the four dart masters guarding the goods could still stand, their hearts were relieved, and when they saw Yang Qing with a cold face standing on the iron box, their eyes flashed with surprise, and they did not stop, and directly killed the dart robbers.

The sound of treading water with a 'snap' made a sound, followed by the collision of weapons in one place.

Yang Qing fell with a volley, and the seventy-two routines of "Nujiang Stick Method" were played with all their might.

"Puff, puff, click"

The sound of breaking was like a broken branch, and the robbers who had been beaten by the long sticks were all thrown away and slammed into the walls of the courtyard.

"Boom!"

The long stick smashed the raindrops and whipped the robbers away, causing the walls of the courtyard to collapse with a bang after repeated impacts.

No one dared to get close to Yang Qing with a cold face!

"Bing Pong!"

The robbers killed by Cheng Wanliang and the four of them were added together, and they couldn't catch up with Yang Qing's killing.

"Huh!"

The pavilion next to the courtyard made a sound, weak and inaudible in this rainy night, but it was captured by Yang Qing's divine sense,

glanced at the dozen or so robbers who were still fighting, and then saw that Cheng Wanliang and the four of them were not in a state of decline, and they stepped on their feet, and the water splashed in all directions, and chased them out according to the sound.

The water on the ground is an inch deep, and there is not a single pedestrian on the street, but the restaurants and green buildings everywhere are brightly lit. The figure was panicked, his shoes and robes were already soaked, and Yang Qing's divine sense was shrouded in a radius and chased him to the main road.

There was a figure in front of him, holding a long knife obliquely, running in front, tearing off the coat and straw hat on his body, increasing his speed, and heading straight for the Crescent Moon Lake.

Yang Qing's face was cold, regardless of the wet hair that was attached to his face, the rain fell down his rough cheeks, and he squinted at the figure and followed.

The person who fled in front must have learned light skills and the like, this way he ran on his toes, leaned forward quite quickly, Yang Qing couldn't catch up for a while, and the distance between the two was constantly shortening.

"Kill before he jumps into Crescent Moon Lake!" Yang Qing squinted his eyes, and secretly said in his heart, once the person in front of him jumped into Crescent Moon Lake, it would be difficult to catch up anymore.

Thinking of this, the speed rose again, and the splash of water had not yet fallen, and it had already run a foot away, always pulling out white traces.

The crescent moon lake is just a hundred zhang away, the water on the lake is louder, the flower boats are swaying, and the lights and shadows are shaking.

"Ding, Ding, Ding"

The robber saw that Yang Qing had already chased after him, and before he jumped into the Crescent Moon Lake, he would catch up, and the palm of his hand was thrown back, and three short needles came out of his hand.

The long stick is flicked without a lie, and the body shape changes, and the speed does not decrease.

"Huh!"

The distance between the two was only one zhang away, and the robber in front of him did not wait for Yang Qing to call, the long knife slashed backwards, and the raindrops were smashed, turning into small water particles and hitting Yang Qing's face.

Yang Qing's speed did not slow down, and he didn't dodge, letting the water particles hit his face, and the long stick pierced the rain curtain and came out on time.

"Dingding!"

The robber reacted very quickly, and also knew that the opponent's strength was extremely large, so he did not make a hard connection, and the pale cyan halo of his body flowed, and the long knife continuously slashed the head of the stick, retreating while fighting, and the force transmitted to the long knife by the long stick was faster.

Yang Qing had no strong blows with the long stick all the way, quite depressed, and the feeling of not hitting the hollow made him impatient, but let the other party borrow his strength, and with a low cry in his mouth, the speed was increased by one point, and the long stick turned into a black shadow on time, so that the robber had no way to start.

"Ponto, pun, pun"

The long knife in the robber's hand turned into bursts of cold light, cutting the rain curtain to pieces, and it was difficult to resist such a quick click, and a few missed stick shadows clicked on his body like a poisonous snake bite.

The robber quickly retreated, the strength of the stick head was unloaded a lot, and the inhalation and chest collapse reduced the force, and the retreat was not fatal, and at this time, he had already arrived at the shore of the Crescent Lake.

At this time, the potted flannin flowers on the shore of the Crescent Moon Lake had been removed, and they couldn't bear the delicate flowers to be drenched in the torrential rain again, and the two of them swept over here, splashing mud under their feet, and jumping into the lake one after the other.

"Puff, puff" two deep falling sounds.

"Crackling ......" the sound of the torrential rain crashing on the surface of the lake, and the water on the lake surface splashed slightly, and the ripples hit each other.

The robber is very water-savvy, and when he plunges into the water, his long knife is pinned behind him, and his hands and feet slide quickly.

Yang Qing didn't think about anything, he jumped in standing up, the water splashed after entering the water, and the lake water 'gurgling' poured into his ears, and his eyes interfered in the water, but fortunately, his divine consciousness was not too hindered, and he looked at the robber who was gradually drifting away, and his arms slid quickly like oars.

The surface of the lake, which was not calm, was splashing at this time, and a trace of a three- or four-foot-high splash quickly traced the center of the lake.

Although the robber swam fast, Yang Qing's arms with a strength of five or six thousand catties moved, and the speed was even faster.

Here, the flower boats are quite dense, there are more than ten of them, and the lights give the lake a shadow of a flash!

Rough!

The long stick was taken out by Wulie, held up high, and turned into ten pitch-black stick shadows in the dim red light, and instantly slashed into the water.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The water splashed a few feet high, like a wave, and the nearby flower boats swayed, screaming everywhere, and the crescent moon lake gushed out like a flannel blooming with blood.

I don't know if the stormy waves killed it, and the long stick kept slashing at the object in the lake with all his might.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The blood red spread wider, the boat swayed more intensely, and someone poked their heads out of the viewer's lake.

Yang Qing's divine sense poked out to check, and his hands and feet fluttered wildly to keep his body unsinkable, like a drowning person.

"Ahh

"Poof!"

In the swaying lights, I saw a figure rushing into the water from the flower boat.