On the Black Rock Cliff, thousands of rangers on the south bank gathered, lined up, and stood in dense turns, winding along the ridge. They were collectively silent, all kinds of weapons in their hands, but none of them moved, and they heard the slight sound of metal grinding as the wind passed through the crowd.

They were all waiting.

Sure enough, the shadow of the white robe came from a distance, converging into a tide, surging towards the purple bamboo valley at his feet, engulfing the bamboo garden in an instant. A raging fire was lit up in the valley. However, Jiang Shaoyun just didn't show up.

The light of the flame reflected Wang Hong's overly solemn and rigid face. He only waved, and the large boulder rolled down to the bottom of the cliff, rumbling, hitting the bodies of those white shadows, and under the screaming exclamation, the dragon-like team broke in two. Those trapped in the valley are desperately trying to get out. Those who stand out from the valley are terrified and flee.

There are also those who are not afraid of death, climbing all the way along the stone wall, intending to catch up with the top of the mountain and fight to the death.

At this moment, throwing stones, bows and arrows, firearms, and tung oil, all the mud and sand fell for a while, smashing those ethereal shadows to pieces. The white clothes burned into a burning man, and cried miserably in the night. The white-clothed holy envoy who was retreating was already unable to take care of this throat blow.

The rangers breathed a sigh of relief, and someone spat fiercely into the valley: "Rabble!"

However, it was as if a voice from the bottom of his heart was calling him: "The most terrible thing is always in the dark places that you can't see." Uncle Wang, pay attention to the shadows!" That was a sentence that Chu Tao often put on his lips, and it was also a habit that he had developed over the years. It's just that for some reason, Chu Tao can always sense the unusual place in the dark, and he has some hindsight every time.

In the long night, the wails and struggles faded away, and the charred corpses turned to dead ashes. Immediately, a distant and sharp leaf whistle pierced the sky and sounded leisurely. The wind blows the leaves, and in the depths of the bamboo forest, in an unknown place, there is a sudden cloudy wind blowing.

Ye Whistle! Wang Hong was startled, and clenched his long sword tremblingly. How many times, once this strange voice sounded, it would inevitably be followed by killing, and that nightmarish white shadow, more terrible than any white-clothed holy envoy, because no one would ever find out what he was doing.

"Ahh No one could see the weapon, or the traces of the enemy, only the blood on the neck. Immediately after that, there was another exclamation, and in the distance, only blood was visible, but no sword light was visible. Where the wind started, people fell unprepared one after another.

"Who! who is pretending to be a ghost!" exclaimed the rangers, their voices trembling with horror. However, no one could see anything clearly, but in full view of everyone, the companions fell to the ground silently.

There seemed to be a ghostly shadow hidden in the wind, but no one could say exactly what he saw, let alone where he came from or where he was going.

"Pear Flower Sword!" Wang Hong reminded everyone, "Hide!"

What is the use of concealment, it only gives the enemy a better chance to sneak attack. The wind blew through the fugitive's back and stole his life. Sweaty, those warriors who were accustomed to killing seemed to be entangled in the demons in their hearts—they were not afraid to fight with people, but who could be sure that the one who came was using a trick from the world? Before they could see the true face of the enemy, the rangers' ranks had already broken up and fled towards the four fields.

Wang Hong clenched his fists tightly, and his palms were sweating with fright—he had only heard Chu Tao talk about such a ghostly move—he should have expected that he could hurt a master like Chu Tao to the point that he hadn't healed for several years, but this was hundreds of times weirder than expected.

It didn't take long for the fleeing people to gradually retreat again, with faces that were so frightened that they lost their souls, and there was only despair in their dead corpse-like eyes. At this time, Wang Hong was really frightened and almost messed up.

"Uncle Wang, look!" Mo'er pointed down the mountain—there, the dense light of torches gathered into an ocean, getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain. The white clothes, the white flags, and the low call sign, like a life-urging charm: "Wipe the blindness of the sky, blood will pay for the ...... with blood" Mo'er said in horror: "We are surrounded, Uncle Wang." ”

Of course, Wang Hong can see it. But if you want to break through at this moment, how easy is it? Advance and retreat are all dead, he is not Chu Tao, he does not have the confidence to lead the rangers to kill. He was just doing his job, if he was not careful, he would lose everything, what crime should he be guilty of? At this moment, he was holding the lives of thousands of South Coast Ranger in his hands! Slowly, he tasted the difficulty of Chu Tao's usual killing decisions.

"Uncle Wang!" Mo'er urged him anxiously beside him, begging him to give orders. The white-clothed holy envoy is pressing forward, the ranger has no way to retreat, and there must be a decision!

Wang Honglang shouted: "Retreat is death, war is also death, if there is no retreat, you will kill with me!

The crowd, who had nothing to do just now, suddenly found the backbone of the main body, waved their weapons in their hands as if they had just woken up from a dream, and rushed away at the approaching enemy.

However, I saw that the unpredictable yin wind blew through the four fields, and a large number of rangers could not avoid it and fell. Flying sword shadows soared into the air, skimming in front of the ranger's array. The neighing iron horse stepped over, and on horseback, the silver-leaf spear rampaged with a sweeping force. Turning iron into dust, the sharp blades blocking the way actually disintegrated one after another.

The formation that had just gathered suddenly encountered the crisis of disintegration.

The vicissitudes of laughter reverberated through the mountains. Jiang Shaoyun, who was dressed in white and had white hair, was using a bamboo cane as a sword, and he only had one arm to kill him like a madman, but that arm merged with the sword, stirring up the blood of the rivers and lakes. If it goes on like this, I am afraid that the strength of the entire Black Stone Cliff will not be enough to resist.

Wang Hong was furious, thinking that if Chu Tao was still there, he would never let them be so arrogant. But he could no longer have empty hopes and unrealistic fantasies. "Fight!" he condensed his breath and devoted all his strength to the formation of the white-clothed holy envoy queue.

"Hmph, little role!" Jiang Shaoyun only waved his sleeves, and a majestic aura rushed out close to the ground, and the swordsmen were knocked around. Before he got close, Wang Hong was knocked down by this huge wave of qi, he struggled to get up, only to feel that the joints of his body were painful, but when he saw him, those who trampled on, those who fled, those who fell, were in a mess. Don't talk about war, it's not easy to live. Sadness came from this, and he clenched his sword again: even if it was impossible, he could only insist on it. In the decades that the Feather Sword Sect has quietly consumed, hasn't every storm passed like this? Standing in the turbid waves, nine deaths without regrets—this is the oath he has made since he was young.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound of the piano floating over the hill, ethereal and unnoticeable at first, but when the killing sound fell silent, the sound became exceptionally clear. And it's not just clear, this familiar melody, and the killing air that runs through it......

The voice was awakening the full power in his body, and it was awakening everyone.

Wang Hong turned his head suddenly, and suddenly saw that not far from the direction he came from, on the high post that he had not noticed just now, there was an unfamiliar high platform illuminated by torches, surrounded by white flags on all sides, and white veils were ethereal. That's where the sound comes from.

"It's Master Chu!" Mo'er called out happily. The call seemed to strike into everyone's heart. Those who have been scattered gather again, whether they still have combat strength or not, whether they still have weapons in their hands.

Who knows if it's Chu Tao, I can't see anything clearly behind the white curtain, but who else will gather everyone's attention here with the sound of the piano? Who else can interpret the Long River Chant so superbly?" "Young Master......" Wang Hong muttered to himself. It turns out that Chu Tao is really close at hand? So, he has been preparing for the battle? Presumably, it should be no problem. Thankfully, worrying is unnecessary.

Yes, Chu Tao is back. He calmed down, returned to the front of the formation again, and faced Jiang Shaoyun directly. He suddenly knew what he was supposed to do, and the strategy in his mind became clear with the sound of the harp. He ordered: "Guard the head of Chu, retreat!" The team shrank tighter and tighter, the formation gathered closer and closer, everyone retreated in an orderly manner, and the white-clothed holy envoy no longer seemed to be rash to make a move.

Shen Yanfei sneered: "Chu Tao?!heh, I didn't expect you to be alive!"

The people behind the curtain paid no attention to it. The sound of the piano suddenly became stronger, sonorously, sweeping out a powerful momentum, a piano, but it seemed to be sonorous. The power hidden in the sound of the piano suddenly shook the grass and trees. With the vibration of the strings, the tsunami-like energy of the mountains rushed towards the array of white-clothed holy envoys. There was no sword light, but a murderous aura far more powerful than the sword light gathered into a storm and swept through in a rage. The man in white stood in place and couldn't resist, so he was drained of his soul, staggered, and fell to the ground.

The sound of the piano ended, the storm stopped, the sound of the piano began, and more terrifying shocks came. Even if he has thousands of troops and horses, he can't stand this ability to turn the clouds and rain. The people were terrified and stood still.

Even Jiang Shaoyun's face sank a little: "The long river chant is well-known." I don't know, there is any other plan to open the old man's eyes!" His fingertips moved slightly, the bamboo cane was divided into two sections, and the extremely thin blade slashed into the night sky.

When everyone exclaimed, they only heard a loud sound. The curtain was raised lightly for a moment, and the steel needles that had been shot out just now had been rolled up by Hulala, and they flew back into the white-clothed array at the moment when the white curtain opened. Those who can't hide end up digging a hole for themselves.

Back and forth, the Ranger and the White-clothed Holy Envoy each lost most of their own.

Regardless of whether he was still a hundred steps away, Jiang Shaoyun raised his sword angrily, and the sword aura was majestic towards the people in the curtain. The sword light in the air broke through all the obstacles in between, sweeping out a bloody path, but it slammed into the powerful aura that was forcing on the opposite side. The two forces collided and became entangled, shaking the dark wind and howling, and the grass and trees flew sideways. The people in the middle had to close their eyes with their swords to stand firmly, and no one outside them could see the chaotic momentum that crossed a hundred paces.