The sudden and mysterious back confuses everyone.

Xie Junhe? Someone asked, and raised the sword in his hand in a panic. In that thin back, there is the same murderous aura, the same calmness - so quiet that people can't help but ooze cold in their hearts.

Of course not. Xie Junhe's remnant sword, the bronze scabbard is famous all over the world. What's more, where did Xie Junhe come from to help them get out of danger?

"Who?" asked the fire butterfly aloud through the waves.

There was a cold laughter floating on the opposite side: "Entrusted by people, loyal to people - the master keeps your life, and it should be used for him in the future!"

The voice was very familiar, but for a moment I couldn't remember who it was.

"Have you seen ......" Before he could ask for more information, the boat had become a small black spot in the undulations of the waves, and it could not be chased.

When I turned around, I saw the dense reeds pointing at the sky like sharp blades, spread on the water, unfathomable breadth, even more unfathomable, waterfowl perched in between, and gradually, the mist shrouded it, as if pulling down a curtain.

Who is it that has set up such a strange array here?

Tiger Cliff, Xie Junhe's feet finally stepped on the land on the south bank.

When I anchored to the shore, I was a little steady. The blood ghosts had seen the forbidden battle in the reeds, and they almost bowed down to him. There is no more powerful tactic than surrendering without a fight.

But even if he chose the nearest road, it was still far from the Black Rock Cliff, and it was a long way, and all he could do was help, and worse, the beacon fire was a whole day earlier.

Before he could line up, he suddenly saw a row of crossbows aimed at him and the bloodies in the bushes on the riverbank. Zhang Xun, who was red-haired, waved the dust in his hand, and stood behind the crossbowman and smiled at him: "Master Xie, what do you want to be here?"

The bloodies froze in place.

Junhe realized: No wonder Zhang Xun was not seen at the banquet of the Qin family, nor did he see any followers along the way. It turned out that they were waiting for him here!It's not too strange, hasn't the Qin family always done things like this?" He reminded.

"That's right, they only listen to Qin Ye. Isn't Hall Master Xie Qin Ye's person?" Zhang Xun's voice gradually revealed a little unkindness.

"The white-clothed holy envoy is in front, if you dare to help the enemy trap Qin Ye's people......"

"It is precisely for the sake of the safety of the Blood Ghost Hall that we are blocking each other here! Qin Ye has already ordered that the affairs of the south bank, even if it is a matter of life and death, must not be interfered with, so as to avoid the head of Chu from disliking the Qin family. If Master Xie is sensible, it is best to return to the ship. ”

To put it nicely, it's actually to send you to death to watch me. "Array!" Xie Junhe stopped talking nonsense, and pointed straight ahead with a sword. The bloodies immediately split into three teams, one facing each other head-on and two flanking each other.

"Thank you, Hall Master!" Zhang Xun's voice was cold and warned.

But Xie Junhe no longer gave him any chance to speak, and the remnant sword was unsheathed, swept away, and took Zhang Xun directly.

Zhang Xun shook the dust in his hand, and the archers swept out a whole row of dense arrow rain. But this rain of arrows couldn't help Xie Junhe at all, and of course it couldn't stop the neat queue of blood ghosts. This was a group of people who licked blood on the knife edge, and with a wave of the blade, the arrows shot to the ground with a clanging sound. As for Xie Junhe, he was already like a black harrier eagle, sweeping through the air and swooping towards Zhang Xun.

A cold arrow swooped through the air, sticking to his hair. Good archery! Jun He hesitated, and actually gave Zhang Xun a chance to react.

Zhang Xun was startled and avoided, and when he was passing by the edge, the dust swept into the air, and the white silk was tightly wrapped around Junhe's left arm. The dust tugged and writhed, as if it was about to sink deep into his bones and splangle his joints. However, Junhe was not stunned at all, and the sharp blade hooked Zhang Xun's neck, wanting to lock him in front of him.

At the moment when he was about to succeed, the dusty wooden handle suddenly stretched out, and under the cover of white silk, a silver sharp edge flashed, sharp, straight towards Jun He's heart.

Xie Junhe hurriedly changed his strategy and swung his sword to free himself, and the spike happened to pass by his shoulder. In the blink of an eye, the spikes retracted, and a sharp claw popped out, grabbing at Junhe's arm. The remnant sword quickly blocked, and the sharp claws gripped the blade tightly, biting out the sonorous sound of electric light.

There are really a lot of mysteries in the dust! Hand-to-hand combat obviously can't take advantage. However, according to inertia, Junhe could not immediately stop the momentum of the two of them, and at the moment when they passed by, an extremely long spike shot out from under the dust, which was stuck in Junhe's shoulder blade.

Acute pain, but it is also a good opportunity to fight back! Xie Junhe did not weaken the trend of the long sword in his hand at all, and turned around and swept it unceremoniously, and put a sword against Zhang Xun's throat. After only a moment's hesitation, the victory or defeat was already revealed. The blood ghosts who came around from the flanks didn't give Mr. Zhang any face, and pushed him to the ground with all their hands and feet. Seeing this, his archers did not dare to move any longer, and surrendered one after another. Under the sword of the blood ghost, they all held their heads in their hands and lined up.

Jun He pulled out the spike on his shoulder with his bare hands, as if there was no pain, and the blood from the wound flowed. He threw the iron blade at Zhang Xun's feet, and laughed coldly: "Just this thing to deal with children, I thought Mr. Zhang had some tricks!"

"The surname is Xie!, you dare to commit a crime!" Zhang Xun roared angrily.

"Lao Tzu is specifically committing the next offense!" Jun He snorted with murderous anger on his face, "I've endured it long enough!"

One of the bloodies snatched his whisk from him, danced a few times in a horizontal and vertical way, and laughed hesitantly: "Be kind to the old gentleman, it's terrible that his old bones are scattered!"

Another blood ghost took the opportunity to snatch it again, played with it a few times, didn't pay attention, and didn't know what it had pressed, and a small silver needle flew out again, fortunately there was no one in front of him: "Heh, it's still a hidden weapon library!

Another interjection: "What's so strange about this, there are too many similar guys in the Aotian Pavilion!"

"Let me see, Old Man Zhang's weapons have never been seen before!" As if encountering a group of hairy monkeys in the mountains, the dust was handed from this to that in their hands, and it was passed around in the hands of the blood ghosts. Jun He watched from the side and remained silent, letting this group of mud monkeys play with treasure.

When did he suffer such a great humiliation in his life, and let a group of blood ghosts fiddle with it? Zhang Xun, whose beard was unkempt, still struggled and shouted: "It's the opposite, it's the opposite! Are you all reversed?" However, the blood ghosts ignored it at all, and kicked him on the head, and suddenly a bloody mark was drawn on the eyebrow bone, and the blood was like a pour. Junhe had to stand up: "Enough is enough!"

The blood ghosts hadn't vented enough of their grievances, but the boss had spoken, and he stopped. The boss's order still has to be listened to: "Gagged and tied up, throw it into the cabin! As for the group of archers......

Immediately, an archer was scared and said, "Thank you, don't blame, it's all Old Man Zhang's order!" After all, who is not afraid of death dares to rush into the Blood Ghost Hall?

"Which guy put the cold arrow just now?" Junhe remembered something that had to be solved.

A short man of fifteen or sixteen years old stood out in the crowd: "I!" without the slightest hint of timidity. In fact, there was no smile on his face, no other expression, just a focused look straight ahead - like a terracotta figurine.

Junhe suddenly became interested: "What's the name?"

"Han Yi, the single-minded one. ”

Junhe had an idea: "Archery skills are good." You order a few people to follow me, and another day, I can teach the people of the Blood Ghost Hall what archery is. One more person is the power of one person, and if you wish to follow us into the mountains, you will have a great achievement. ”

The archers nodded their heads in agreement.

Someone among the blood ghosts reminded: "What if these guys make trouble in front again?" Hall Master Xie, without them, these few of us are enough for you to call!"

"After all, they are all their own brothers. Jun He said disapprerovingly, "The white-clothed saint makes people powerful, and there is always a time when they can be useful." ”

and there was no more to him.

Xia Bo immediately threw a roll of hemp rope from the boat, and the blood ghosts took it, smiling and throwing the angry Zhang Xun into the cabin like a dumpling, and walked away. Left on the boat on the shore of Tiger Cliff, only Xia Bo was left.

Between the lofty mountains, torches are coiled around the mountain road like snakes, twisting and turning.

Day and night, the bloodies followed him over the mountains and mountains, rushing to the valley between the Black Rock Cliff and the Beacon Ridge. Faster, faster, Xie Junhe only had this thought left.

He sent Qin Shi's team of henchmen to lead a team of archers to penetrate directly into Paiyun Gorge, burning a raging fire in the area of Broken Soul Rock, and smashing into Jiang Shaoyun's rear lair. The flames were boiling, the green smoke was rising straight up, and the mountain where several white-clothed holy envoys were entrenched disappeared in an instant, shaking the rivers and lakes, Jiang Shaoyun would inevitably be worried. And he himself led the blood ghosts all the way in the direction of the Black Stone Cliff.

However, the smoother the march, the stronger the fear in his heart: everything was not as he expected, and there would be a vigorous battle on the long river. Of course, he brought the Fire Butterfly's ship into Ludang and set fire to several strongholds of the white-clothed Holy Envoy. But this is not the most terrifying power of the white-clothed holy envoy at all.

He didn't encounter Jiang Shaoyun, Fang Xi, and even Shen Yanfei, who was unusually active a few days ago, was nowhere to be seen, and when he passed by Bilian Continent, Ling Yuansheng also told him that everything was fine, and he didn't see a big enemy.

But his nose had already smelled the turbulent smell of the darkness, the mysterious scent of purple ylang.

At this moment, a pigeon shadow in the air whistled and landed on his shoulder. According to the habit, he pulled out the letter pipe three times and divided five by two, but saw a line of familiar and chic handwriting: "Jiang is seriously injured and seeks to retreat, and he tries his best to block the attack, and cut the grass and eradicate the roots." The inscription is a "Chu" word, stamped with the golden seal of the head of the Feather Sword Sect.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I settled on the south bank, there was news. Chu Tao's arrangement can be regarded as accurate. Jun He grinned slightly, settled his heart, and every part of his body was full of combat power.