"The smell of blood. He whispered.

"Come from the ...... of the Long River" Liu Siren also found out.

The wind hunted by, blowing the autumn grass like waves. It brought a heavy smell of blood, as well as the cold smell of iron. Chu Tao tilted his ears: "Arrows and crossbows, ten on each side." "Isn't it just arrows and crossbows, the sound of broken footsteps and extremely suppressed breathing lingering in my ears. In the depths of the lush reeds, the power of an ambush lurks.

It's too late to retreat. Xie Junhe's face suddenly froze into a gray and purple horror. He stood on the trestle, clenched his sword, and let the wind blow against the black robe, but he did not move. The boat is a few steps away in Ludang, and as agreed, full sails are safe. But Xie Junhe stared at the bulging sails for a long time without saying a word.

"There must be three shipwrights...... his voice trembling. At the moment, there was deathly silence on the ship. This made everyone behind him shudder. There was no answer, eighty percent - just as he was thinking, a faint wisp of blood spread on the water.

Chu Tao raised his hand indifferently: "Set up a formation!"

Everyone immediately stood side by side, surrounded by Chu Tao, and the leader Xie Jun and one person independently trestled the bridge, and they were already waiting for battle.

At this moment, there was a whistling in the wind, sharp arrows flashed quickly, and the sail rope broke in response. Then, as if driven by a huge force, the mast tilted, the radial water surface overturned, and the sound of a huge wooden tool creaking echoed throughout the riverbank.

"Be careful!" Chu Tao snapped to stop Xie Junhe, who was about to move forward.

The arrow was just a signal. As soon as the signal passed, the arrows were already flying like locusts. Just as everyone was dodging the elusive arrow feathers, Xie Junhe was already furious, drenched in the rain of arrows and rushed straight to the reeds, stretched out his hand to bring out a guy who was carrying a quiver and controlling the crossbow machine, and threw it on the trestle with one arm.

The particularly tall body fell heavily on the wooden ground, and everyone felt that their feet shook for half an instant.

"Don't ...... Don't kill me......" trembling voices filled with fear. Black, masked, and a bloodie.

The rain of arrows stopped.

Xie Junhe tore off his veil, revealing a familiar face, and shouted angrily: "Ling Yuansheng!

This boy followed him all the way in the shadows, until he was disturbed here. He only said that Ling Yuansheng said that he had a personal enmity with Chu Tiankuo, and then the personal enmity was eliminated, but he didn't know that this could be the set pressed by the Blood Ghost Hall for him! He clamped this person's neck tightly, held it in front of him, his eyes were burning with fire, and he could only hear the gurgling sound of bone joints rubbing.

Although Ling Yuansheng was strong, he had no power to fight back, only dancing his hands in the air, dying and struggling.

Suddenly, there was a strange swaying in the depths of the unnoticed reeds. "Junhe, calm down!" Chu Tao had already jumped to Xie Junhe's side. Just when the cold sword came out, the edge was exposed, like a white rainbow through the sun. Chu Tao landed on his feet, Feihe volleyed in the air, and at the moment when he was close to the cold sword, he swept his leg and opened the sword, and struck several times in a row, kicking the black shadow that drew the sword to the trestle, only five steps away from Xie Junhe. Chu Tao and Xie Junhe stood side by side, clenching their fists and waiting to fight.

"Li Luo. Xie Junhe shook off the disgusting Ling Yuansheng and put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"I ...... I'm not ......" Ling Yuansheng's whole face turned red, covering his neck and panting, squeezing out a voice of defense from the bottom of his throat, looking frightened, like two people in the Beacon Ridge.

"Master Chu has two hits. The pale face under the black brocade robe was a little elegant and composed. "That's right, he's my man. Li Luo smiled gloomily, his murderous eyebrows turned into swords, his thin lips turned into hooks, and under the coercion of his black robe, he only brought people the despair of dying. "The legend of Ling Yuansheng, Chu Tiankuo, Jiang Shaoyun, and many moving stories! ”