At the west end of the Long River, Beacon Ridge.

Here, the riverbed narrows into bundles, the water is raging, and reefs are bursting out.

Viewed in the daytime, the peaks and peaks are stacked like a cluster of swords pointing straight into the sky, and the ravines are vertical and horizontal, as if they have been split by a heavenly axe. The cliffs are either bottomless or about to topple. The sky may be foggy or a single line. Walking this way at night, the ghost crying wolf howls disturbs the heart and disturbs the mind, which makes people creepy.

The long river that runs through the valley roars day and night, the sound of the water is like thunder, and the echo of the valley repeats it into a demonic song, which is even more terrifying. Legend has it that this sound can seduce people's souls. Many people are convinced: Otherwise, why did so many heroes walk into the miasma of smoke in the Beacon Fire Ridge and never come out? Otherwise, why does this section of the river reflect a color as red as blood every time the sun sets?

In every drop of water flowing between the beacon ridges, there is a condensation of a bloody past.

The old feuds between the rivers and lakes on the north and south sides of the strait are entangled here, making it the most tragic place to fight-

It is neither part of the South Bank nor of the North Bank. In the battle for hundreds of years, the two factions of Tianyuemen and Paiyun Pavilion have been doing the tricks of grass on the wall, taking the opportunity to accumulate their own forces, relying on the terrain to lock the throat of the main road Paiyun Gorge, and doing the work of occupying the mountain as the king, known as the two tigers of the Beacon Ridge, and even the officers and soldiers are respectful of it. Under their rule, the Beacon Ridge could not enter or exit from the outside, and became a dead place for the people of the rivers and lakes.

At this moment, the night was like glue paint, and a team of people and horses walked through the fields east of the Beacon Fire Ridge like a fire dragon. The undulating foothills on the horizon are magically changing.

A twenty-five or sixteen-year-old boy galloped forward on horseback. His hair was tied in a bun on the top of his head, his light purple hat band fluttered in the wind, white cranes flew behind him, and his purple satin robe with black jade belt and black riding boots showed his extraordinary status. Under the moonlight, the fine and masculine lines outline a gentle face like water, eyebrows like distant mountains, and slender eyes like crescents shining with intoxicating light, and it is not too much to comment on it. The smile at the corner of his mouth is light with a kind of composure that looks in all directions and does not move. Even the gesture of waving the whip is elegant. The dazzling luster of the dragon sword at his waist pierced the night, guiding the horse team behind him.

It was Chu Tao, the young head of the Feather Sword Sect on the south bank, who was personally opening the way for his subordinates - they were going to escort a batch of goods through the Beacon Fire Ridge to Duanjiazhai behind the Beacon Fire Ridge. At least nominally, the task.

The surroundings are so quiet that people are scared. The winter is bitterly cold, and there is not even the sound of insects. The surrounding ridges suddenly bulged, as if the earth had turned over here. They came to a narrow valley. Suddenly heard a sharp neighing of a horse, and Chu Tao stopped his horse. The scabbard was slightly wet.

For no apparent reason, a mist spread from the grassy slope on the left. The clarity just now suddenly became confused. The horse was also agitated, "humming" and exhaling. A force is lurking behind the ridge.

"Young master, ominous land......" Wang Hong, a housekeeper who was forty years old, leaned into his ear.

He raised his hand to signal silence. The crowd was silent.

A white dove made its way through the deep night and landed firmly on the shoulder of its owner.

Chu Tao quickly took off the paint tube, unfolded the note, and smiled slightly between his eyebrows: "It's too late." Prepare for war!"

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly lined up the square.

I just heard the sound of the wind rolling in from the back of the grassy slope. In addition, only the swaying posture of the blades of grass in the wind can be seen, like the waves of the long river. But the torches were not far away, and no one could see what was behind the grassy slope.

"Slow down and retreat into the woods to the south. Watch out for the surroundings. ”

With your ears tilted, you can hear the sonorous sound of the wind blowing through the blades of various weapons, the anxious snort of war horses, and the creak of tight bowstrings.

"Surrounded on three sides, Tang Yao is so courageous!"

As the words fell, a light whistled from the grassy slope.

"Young master, be careful!" Before the shouts of his subordinates reached his ears, he had already ridden his horse to dodge. The igniting arrow was passing by his throat and digging into the haystack, igniting a fire. The startled horse raised its hooves and roared, almost knocking him over.

It was only a prelude, and then the silence of the mountains was broken by the rough hooves of the horses. Out of nowhere, the caravan poured down the hillside in two, wrapping them firmly in the middle of the valley. The weapon reflected the faint moonlight, revealing the cold like ice.

"Chu Tao! Lao Tzu is waiting for you here!"

The voice of the shouting was so familiar, and an indifferent smile appeared on the corner of Chu Tao's mouth again: "Paiyun Pavilion Luo Ang is also here to join in the fun." ”

Twenty battle-hardened warriors were already in full swing, but the sneak attackers were pitch black like ghosts, at least a hundred people, heavily armoured, and pressed down from the high slope like lightning. The subordinates were gathering towards Chu Tao, but Chu Tao rode out: "Uncle Wang, take someone to protect the goods and go to the forest, I will break off." With a snap of the whip, his subordinates formed an impermeable line of defense, and retreated neatly and quickly.

Chu Tao stood in the middle of the narrow valley, in front of the woods, turning back to face the enemy who was surging like a tide, his sword was immediate, motionless, and a cold smile stuck on his face from the beginning.

In the blink of an eye, the enemy's team stabbed straight at them like a sharp knife. A hint of murderous intent suddenly flashed in those clear eyes, and the dragon sword burst through the sheath with a thin silver light, and he spurred his horse towards the blade of the sharp knife.

Feather-by-feather swordsmanship exudes an unconquerable deterrent, and he has never met an opponent in swordsmanship, even in a group battle. Because he seems to have been born with a knack for making his enemies feel creepy. Blood will be seen everywhere in the sword light, and the enemy will be knocked down by him in pieces as soon as he reaches him.

Chu Tao alone choked the throat of the valley, and the enemy's horse team trampled on each other in the valley.

But there are more people on the other side and they are more fierce.

More and more enemies pursued from the flanks into the dense forest, and the hand-to-hand combat in the dense forest was extremely fierce.

Leng Sensen was bloody with the moonlight and blood light reflected in the knife bush, and the sonorous sound was the impact of weapons and armor, Wang Hong led his troops to resist with all their strength, and fought hard, and gradually the distance between them and Chu Tao was pulled apart inch by foot.

Chu Tao finally saw the end of the team: Luo Ang, the head of Paiyun Pavilion, was commanding his subordinates to rush and kill with the halberd in his hand.

Opportunity!

He shouted, "Please teach Master Luo!" As he spoke, Pegasus slew in front of Roon.

Roon was as startled as he had just woken up from a dream, and his voice became so frightened that his voice became snarky: "Stop him!

But what else can stop this sunny edge?

Chu Tao's sword blade was close to Luo Ang's vital point, and his moves were close to his body. Startled, Roon dodged left and right, retreating step by step, in vain to parry. Three or two moves down, knowing that he couldn't fight hard, he found a gap and quickly withdrew, and with a wave of his hand, the minions with spears immediately went up, heavily armed, surrounded into iron buckets, and for a while Chu Tao couldn't advance, and there was no way back, and he was firmly locked in the formation.

However, Chu Tao calmly put away his sword immediately, and no one dared to step forward.

"Take it!" Luo Ang shouted to himself, Chu Tao laughed loudly: "Are you afraid that Chu will not succeed?"

Luo Ang gritted his teeth: "Stinky boy, if you have a kind, you will break into my iron bucket formation!"

"Don't be a rice bucket array!" Chu Tao raised his hand playfully.

Without drawing his sword, Roon's men had retreated more than a dozen paces.

"Thank you!" Chu Tao raised his whip and pounced on Luo Ang's position like a tiger.

The firelight reflected Roon's pale face, stiff as if it had lost life.

Suddenly, a cold arrow came, and Chu Tao immediately raised his sword to block, only to feel that the tiger's mouth in his right hand was shaken heavily. Fortunately, this arrow came from the front, and his reaction was a step faster, and the Dragon Shadow Sword was indeed a good sword, otherwise his right eye would definitely not be able to escape the fate.

Immediately after that, another arrow shot out from the pile of people in the same direction, towards his heart. When parrying, the enemy behind him took advantage of the situation. He immediately reversed course and swung his sword to sweep him down.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of the third cold arrow out of the corner of his eye. Leaned down and dismounted, and the arrow swept overhead. He spun to his feet in stirrups, raising his sword to press down the dense spear.

There was a person who took the opportunity to swing a knife and hurt the horse, Chu Tao couldn't avoid it, turned over and jumped off the horse, and before he could defend himself, the big knife had already come to his shoulder. The moment the cold light pressed in front of his eyes, his sword swept through his opponent's throat.

Searching the surroundings, he faintly saw a thin black figure on a war horse under a tree in the distance.

He was humiliated by three cold arrows, and when he looked for Wang Hong again, the team had already withdrawn from sight. Roon was screaming incessantly, and had already planned to take his life here. "Shameless!" Chu Tao scolded angrily, and the murderous aura of the Dragon Immortal Sword suddenly rose, splashing a bloody light in the wild dance.

At the same time, there was an exclamation from the top of the grassy slope, and the bowstring contracted and trembled. The enemy's eyes were focused on the rear, as if an invisible hand was guiding.

In the darkness of the night, a few flickering fires suddenly lit up in the distance, and a galloping horse swooped down the hillside, ignoring the arrow that had missed its crosshairs. The masked man swept through a long silver spear in his hand, knocking down a large area, and no one with the tip of the spear did not fall, and frightened the outnumbered opponents.

Suddenly the enemy was completely in disarray. Look at the power of that spear, which is not inferior to the Dragon Sword. Rohan had only fought him for four or five rounds before he immediately beckoned the crowd to turn their horses and go away.

The menacing enemy retreated like a tide, and in a moment retreated behind the slope.

It wasn't until Chu Tao and his subordinates joined up that the swordsmen's hearts settled down a little.

"Young master, do you want to chase or not?" Wang Hong doubted.

"Why bother moths to put out the fire? Quickly assemble, this place should not stay for a long time. ”

"But......" He wanted to say, since someone has helped, why not cut down the grass and eradicate the roots? Following Chu Tao's gaze into the distance, he realized that the sudden fire in the distance still stayed in the distance, and the only one who helped was the masked knight.

Before he came back to his senses, he heard a crisp sound - when the dragon sword fell to the ground, Chu Tao frowned, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his left hand pressed a silk handkerchief on his right arm to dye a large piece of red, the red was still bubbling between his fingers, and the silk handkerchief was soaked in bright red after a while. Everyone broke out in a cold sweat. Wang Hong immediately stepped forward to support him and ordered someone to hand over the medicine box.

He calmly replied, "Out of the way." Hold on. ”

While everyone counted the goods, he sat alone under a nearby tree to bandage his wounds.

The knife edge was deep, and the taut cheeks trembled slightly. The masked rider, who was silently watching from afar, immediately put aside his spear and stepped forward to help. Chu Tao opened the medicine box, politely left him a place to sit, and motioned for him to sit together. The man stood still for a long time.

Chu Tao greeted with a smile: "Yan Fei, after many years of absence, today's reunion is so outside?"