Night fell, the moon was dim, and it was covered with blood. There is no starlight, only the remnant clouds cover the moon, and the river is full of fog. Ling Qi, the martial artist of the Qi family, was guarding the tower on the north bank. The hunting battle flag flies with the river wind. The cold light is the edge of the blade. The amber luster of the wine is fragrant.

After a moment of drinking, he sighed to Dajiang: "Good rivers and mountains, good heroes!"

Out of the sword, the three-foot green edge, reflecting the cold moon and the sound of the waves, spinning out a stirring song. The swordsmanship from the dust is born from the floating dust, and if you have a quiet heart, you will achieve great things. This sword is like a thunderbolt in the sky, and the momentum is abnormal. It's a pity that no one echoed him, and everyone was tired of such a long night. Just keep this long night and wait until dawn.

There is nothing unusual, on an ordinary day, except for the ordinary merchant ships anchored by the river at night, there are no visitors. As for Chu Tao, there was no news for several days. The anxious waiting tears people's hearts and sharpens their fighting spirit. Isn't Chu Tao coming? Is Chu Tao afraid? Are Chu Tao's people already mixed into the north shore? All kinds of rumors are spreading.

Unexpectedly, the merchant ship team would hide its blade under the white robe! It was an ordinary merchant crossing the border, but in the blink of an eye, the merchant ship became a warship, and the merchant became an enemy. It's just that Ling Qi is still wasting time in uneasy waiting, and he doesn't know anything.

A sharp whistle sounded from nowhere, and Ling Qi secretly said "not good" in his heart, but unexpectedly, the white shadows around him were already pressed like flying locusts. raised his sword to meet him, but he was like a moth to a fire. A fierce gust of wind blew overhead, carrying the whistling of the cold soldiers. Leaned back and hurriedly avoided it, but was dazzled by a white light. At the same time, there was a long "buzz" in my ears like a gong ringing, and I felt that my eardrums were almost pierced. Ling Qi's blade had been broken into two pieces. But he didn't see the weapon on the other side!

"Beacon fire! ignition!" he roared with all his might, only to see one by one unarmed warriors being pushed in front of him, and a cold sword was already on their necks. Only his commands, echoing in the air in the cold night. The wind was like a knife, cutting through his body and piercing his heart.

Holding the broken sword, looking at the beacon tower on the high place, and the heavy siege of the man in white, he wanted to fight again, but saw the unknown cold light just now sweeping again. There was a sharp pain in his wrist, and he connected his heart, and the broken sword fell to the ground, and he also fell in response. This time, I saw clearly, and it was an iron fan that swirled.

He also saw the other side clearly: it was a young man with excellent demeanor, standing with his hands behind his back, with a delicate and fair face, with a little weakness.

"White-clothed holy envoy, my master has already made an appointment with you, why did he rebel?"

The young man smiled faintly, and unfolded the iron fan, which was used as a paper fan: "Ling Daxia is confused." Don't you know who your opponent is?"

"Chu ...... Chu ......" Ling Qi's whole body stiffened in shock, and he secretly felt that his voice was trembling.

Almost at the same time, all the garrisons had been unarmed and bound in piles. In less than a pillar of incense, the river bank seemed to be immersed in a calm black abyss.

Only then did he feel that those faces full of murderous aura were the faces of businessmen? Why didn't he notice them earlier? Ling Qi sighed unwillingly.

The white shadows saluted the young man with clear eyebrows.

"Chu Tao!" The anger in his throat finally confided, Ling Qi was never willing to be defeated so miserably.

The young man smiled playfully: "Ling Daxia, don't lift me up, I'm not as good as one ten-thousandth of him." It's just a beacon tower, and the head of Chu is busy, how can he have the spare time to come here to play with you?"

"Then who are you? Lose and let me understand if you lose!"