In the mist of the Manjiang River, seeing that the sea of snow was trapped and could not be rescued, Xie Junhe was anxious, and a name that had passed a long time suddenly appeared in his mind: Chu Tiankuo! Yes, the reeds that Chu Tiankuo led him through back then were not around here?

With a plan in mind, Jun He hurriedly ordered: "Xia Bo, take the helm, to the west!"

Then he snatched the bows and arrows of the people around him and jumped high onto the lookout. Just listen to the three "whoosh" sounds, and three cold arrows roared one after another and shot at the three white-clothed holy envoys on the mast. The white shadows were defenseless and fell down one after another. No one dares to come forward easily anymore to ask for guilt: the sea of snow is safe for the time being. At this time, Tian Qiao also got rid of the entanglement of the white-clothed holy envoy, took advantage of the stalemate, killed under the mast, and responded to protect her.

Firebutterfly immediately spotted the direction of the bow and arrow, and through the mist, stared at him angrily.

He shouted loudly at the red-eyed shadow: "Xie Junhe is here, there is a kind of chasing!"

But as soon as he heard the crossbow machine ring, he shot the lookout tower full of holes, but Junhe was unharmed, still standing on a high place, mocking him.

His three ships were still in the formation of horns of each other, drifting unhurriedly into the night.

"Chase!" Fire Butterfly gritted her teeth and let Chu Xuehai go, and directly ordered her ship to speed up and head towards the three big ships that had broken through the siege.

Xie Junhe has been walking in front unhurriedly, and he also let the blood ghosts arrogantly open their voices and sing and scold. The bloodies come from the market, and they know more or less some vulgar tunes, so they can arrange themselves and have fun, which is enough to anger the hot temper of this red eyebrow. What's even more excessive is that Xie Junhe will also whistle a few times, and the sharp whistle adds to the mockery and banter. Let those meat tunes be played on the long river with music, and the fire butterfly can only feel every hair stand up.

"Xie Junhe, if I don't kill you tonight, I will not be a man!"

The ships of the white-clothed holy envoy gradually all threw down Qi Tianqiao's target and hurried away.

The siege was temporarily lifted, but the losses were also huge. The river is red, and there are corpses everywhere, but only half of the combat power is left. Tian Qiao worked with the others to clean up the debris on the boat, and Xue Hai joined in taking care of the wounded—she was familiar with such a job. The pervasive smell of blood and the horrific wounds no longer made her melancholy or frightened. Maybe it's because I've lived under the Black Wind Ridge for a long time, and I have feelings for taking care of the injured, or maybe I've become familiar with these familiar martial artists. In short, when there is something to do, all fears will be dispelled.

"Thank you, Miss Xuehai......" The tired warriors saw her walk by, and they also smiled at her, as if they could relieve some pain by just looking at her a few more times. Tian Qiao watched her fly in and out like a white dove from a distance, and her heart was actually a little stable.

Raising his eyes and looking at the river again, there was only the darkness that could not be seen in his hands, the fog gradually dissipated, the white-clothed holy envoy was gone, and even Xie Junhe's boat could no longer see anything.

The helmsman responded to him: "At the beginning of this encounter, only half of the men are left, and I am afraid that the front will be even more dangerous." With our strength, this idle matter is afraid to be difficult to manage. ”

But Tian Qiao looked at the black outline of the land in front of him, but was aroused by his fighting spirit: "Merge the boat, gather the injured in the two boats, and send a few people to escort them home." ”

When the wounded were concentrated, facing the neatly lined up warriors on the ship, he said loudly: "This trip is dangerous, you have all seen it. However, I really can't bear to see the white-clothed holy envoy leave behind the martial arts, and since I have an appointment with the Chu family in advance, I will keep this promise. You all have small families, and if you don't want to go with you, you can go back, and I will not force you. A glimpse saw the sea of snow watching him in the crowd, with a rather appreciative gentleness. He unconsciously straightened his waist and puffed up his chest, and took out the courage of the palm family.

When they heard this, they hesitated. Suddenly, I heard a voice say: "The white-clothed holy envoy destroyed my homeland, this hatred is hard to get rid of, I am willing to accompany me, even if I die in the Beacon Fire Ridge, I will not hesitate to do so!" Unexpectedly, the first to stand up was actually Sha Fei! Everyone also responded.

Encouraged by his heart, Tian Qiao commanded very firmly: "To the west, Tiger Cliff will be on the shore!"

The reeds are deep and the mist is filled.

Fireflies lead the fleet around the reeds. He saw Xie Junhe's boat enter Ludang, and thought that if he was forced into a dead end, he would be able to fight him fiercely, but somehow, after entering Ludang, he turned around, and he could no longer find the three boats. The drums and songs that were still in front seemed to be ethereal ahead, but when the ship sailed to the front, there was a silent sound of running water!

"Fire Hall Master, back, back......" someone reminded.

Yes, there were originally ten boats behind him, although they were not as deep as Xie Junhe's Lou boat, but they should have been more flexible in Ludang, so he came in with confidence. However, in this fork in the road, if you are not careful, you will fall behind, and as soon as you fall behind, you will go to another fork in the road, and you will gradually drift away and have nowhere to be found. At this moment, there are only four of them that can be seen.

"Otherwise, let's get out first, gather everyone, and then chase after you?"

The four boats tried to go backwards, but each bend looked the same, left or right, and they only knew that the more they went, the farther away they were. The way back is no longer known - a dilemma, which means getting lost.

"Follow!" he commanded the other two ships, and beat a few more drums, which seemed to respond in the distance, but could not tell whether it was an echo or the voice of a companion. Try again in another place, and the result is still the same.

Except for the three-person-high wall of green reeds, there were only buzzing flying insects, desperately rushing towards the glimmer of the torches. Even the wind seems to be cut off behind the reeds.

Suddenly, I heard the frightened sound of waterfowl through the reeds, followed by a mournful scream. And a warning in the panic: "Beware of hidden weapons!" The people on all four ships hid in shock, but they only heard the sound of metal breaking wind, and there was no sharp edge, and of course there were painful wails, the sound of falling into the water, and the silence of death after panic—all of which were near, but they could not be reached no matter how they turned left and right.

In the distance, there was the rumbling sound of a ship crashing and a suspicious fight, and of course it didn't take long for it to fall silent again. The distant leaf whistle slowly started from nowhere, echoing one after another, and those killing sounds seemed to circulate everywhere in the reeds, adding a mysterious color to this reed swing that was almost the same wherever it looked.

In the pursuit, he looked back and lost another ship, and then a terrible cry for help sounded in the rear. The fire butterfly hurriedly turned around and chased after them, but the torrent that came from nowhere strangely pushed them farther and farther, and gradually the poignant cry for help was drowned in the sound of bubbling water.

"There is an undercurrent!" the man at the helm became more cautious, but before he could finish speaking, he heard a fierce collision behind him, and one of the ships turned around and lost its direction by the rapids, and after being hung up by the reef and shattered its rudder, it slammed into the midboard of the other, and the other ship could not avoid it and was violently overturned. A group of fire butterflies were anxious to get close and throw a rope to rescue, but their boat was almost caught in the dark vortex and collided with them, and the helmsman tried his best to control the boat to make it stop. "There are too many countercurrents, they will collide at any time, what are the skills of their big ships to come in!"

But he didn't care about anything else, and watched from afar as the people who had fallen into the water frantically pulled the edge of the boat, as if there was a more mysterious force under the water that dragged them to the bottom one by one. The man who finally climbed to the bottom of the boat grinned in pain as he hugged his calf. I saw bloody scratches on my calves, and even the whole piece of flesh fell off. "In the water...... There is a hidden hook ......"

What terrible power lies behind the reed wall, no one knows. The white-clothed holy envoys trembled, and the fire butterfly that led the team unconsciously scolded into the air: "What kind of broken place is this? Lao Tzu has been in the Beacon Fire Ridge for so long, how can he not know that there are such big reeds." "Not only did he not know about it, but the whole ship did not know about it.

Firebutterfly's red eyebrows became even more colorful, and his entire face burned red.

Lu Dang was so big, so big that as soon as he looked up, there were only Ye Shadows like stars and sharp swords, so big that no matter how he turned, it seemed to be sailing against the current, so big that even the shadows of Xie Junhe or the blood ghosts couldn't be seen.

Time passed in silence little by little, until dawn, when Fire Butterfly lost all the boats with him, and still did not find any trace of Xie Junhe, and they no longer knew where they were. He asked everyone to save their physical strength, put down the oars and rudders, and simply drifted down the river.

The water flowed freely, and more and more arrowheads and white-clad floating corpses appeared on the surface of the water, as well as the remains of the ship's hull that had been searched all night. The smell of blood grew stronger in the air, and the croaking of waterfowl was even more irritating. Those who are alive are exhausted, and those who are dead are gradually getting an unspeakable rancid smell. He guessed that his enemy was no longer here. However, he couldn't think of a way to get out of it.

The remnants were all tired, sitting or lying down, and some actually slept soundly. He held his sword, which had not been unsheathed all night, hungry and thirsty, and finally unwillingly lay down among the resting people, looking up to the sky and sighing, is he going to be trapped in this reed?

But suddenly I heard a distant flute sound, peaceful and soft. Obviously, in addition to them, there are also human tracks!

"Hurry up and paddle and speed up!" Firebutterfly immediately came to his senses and manipulated the steering wheel himself to adjust the sails. Those who still had the strength also went to the bilge and operated the oars. The boat sped toward the place where the flute began, as if it had grasped a life-saving straw.

The sound of the flute continued, leading them to turn around in the reeds, and they did not know how long they walked on the water before they finally saw the open water.

The swordsmen let out a sigh of relief, all too tired to move. Even the fire butterflies were a little tired.

But I saw a small boat sailing down the river downstream. There was only one person on the boat, and under the hat, there was a black brocade robe and a silver sword, and vaguely, I could only see his back.