"Ning Xiang Pavilion, we've met. The young man's right arm was raised, and the hidden blade on the iron fan flashed a dazzling light, and it was this iron fan that cut off the blade of the sword at the moment of opening and closing! He joked: "Tomorrow, there will be many jokes in the study building, the pretty scholar will cross the river in white clothes, and the brave swordsman will fall into Pingyang." ”

"You!" Ling Qi finally recognized the young man in front of him: The scholar of Ningxiang Pavilion is also.

I see! Ling Qi looked up to the sky and laughed: "Chu Tao really has the means!" Maybe Leng Yinghua never dreamed that there were so many rangers on the south bank, so that Chu Tao didn't need to mobilize the people of the Feather Sword Sect at all. He finally understood why there was no news of Chu Tao these days, and he finally understood the power of these rangers who the people of the North Shore had always looked down on. With such a handwriting, only Chu Tao can do it.

The scholar smiled again: "To borrow your words, it is indeed a good river and a good hero, but this long river is surging, and it is by no means exclusive to the Qi family." Rivers and mountains are the rivers and mountains of the people of the world, and heroes are the heroes of the people of the world. ”

"Each is his master, why ridicule me? Ling is not afraid of death!" he bent down and wanted to pick up the broken sword and cut himself.

However, before his hand could touch the broken sword, the iron fan was already pressed to his throat. The scholar smiled leisurely: "Listen to me, if you don't pay attention, it's not too late to die." ”

Ling Qi only begged for a painful end: "Say!"

"Although the downcast are not afraid of death, they also spare their lives. The husband lives this life, and he must not live in vain. This was told to me back then, so when the people of the North Shore plundered my village, and the 12th of the living were born, I left my life useless. Unexpectedly, there is really today. The scholar's gaze was heavy and deep, he stared at Ling Qi, and said seriously, "Save your life, maybe he can be a good man one day." ”

Ling Qi was stunned for a long time, as if he was touched, and sighed: "That person must be a hero." ”

Someone among the men in white shouted: "Scholar, why talk nonsense with them?

The scholar shook his head: "The young master said: If you don't have to die, don't kill." Then he raised his hand, and in the direction of his hand, like magic, white doves were scattered all over the sky like snow, and very quickly, the sharp whistle spread into the wind. Looking into the distance, the white dove actually broke through the sky from all directions, flipped and flew. It didn't take long for the sky on both sides of the long river to be full of pigeon shadows, shining in the fog, neat formations, graceful dancing, reflecting the outline of the distant mountains beautifully. Spectacular.

Ling Qi's face turned really pale: "Could it be ......?"

He looked at the beacon towers surrounded by the white shadows of the rangers, and knew in his heart that the rest of the beacon towers must be in the same situation as him. It seems that there is no way to call for help.

The scholar looked up to the sky and smiled: "Ling Daxia, on the north bank, have you ever seen such magnificent rivers and mountains?"

The heroes of the South Shore then raised their heads, and it seemed that their dreams also spread their wings with the white dove.

When the white doves in the sky landed in Leng Yinghua's field of vision, Leng Yinghua's heart really felt as if he had been hit hard: Has Chu Tao already arrived near Bilian Continent? Why did the beacon tower not have any early warning effect! Could it be that it was not Chu Tao, but ......

The sharp whistle and the turbidity of the long river stirred up an icy cold. The crimson shadow of the moon is gone. Only the black clouds rolled, and in an instant, the wind suddenly rose, as if it were withering and decaying, like a sharp sword that swept through the sky, cruelly cutting a curtain of blood.

Between heaven and earth, it has been stained with blood.