At sunset, the sky darkened in the blink of an eye, and after a while, he couldn't see his fingers. The faint moonlight shrouded in the purple-red clouds. Wang Hong led the few remaining swordsmen to set off from the back mountain of Duanjiazhai in the dark, and only a lantern in Wang Hong's hand was shining on the road. Among them are Xie Junhe, Xue Hai, Duan Shiyu and Mo'er. I didn't see Chu Tao. Wang Hong only said that a group of people had boarded the ship with Qi Heng escorting the last bit of goods. Xie Junhe didn't ask much. After crossing the mountain and passing through the pass, you can see the bustling wharf, which is the end of the trade and trade along the east and west banks of the long river.

The dark mountain road, the sound of footsteps hurried by. In addition, there are only flying leaves in the cold weather.

Walking to the narrow place of the mountain pass, the mysterious bell suddenly echoed in the air, and the sharp crisp sound caused a wave of unease. Mo'er exclaimed in fear, hiding behind Xie Junhe and clinging to the corner of his clothes. Immediately after, the ghostly white lantern slowly rose from the depths of the mountain. The mountain road is illuminated clearly, and their whereabouts are exposed.

"Uncle Wang, something is wrong. Xie Junhe had already drawn his long sword.

Wang Hong only urged everyone who was vigilant: "Hurry up, don't stop." The crowd stepped up, but saw the branches swaying unnaturally. In the trees, three or five white shadows faintly appeared. The swordsmen were on guard with their blades in hand.

However, the white shadows gathered and wandered on the mountain path in front and behind, surrounding them in the middle of the road. As they got closer, they could even see their pale and hideous paper masks. Wang Hong, who was the leader, slowed down, and the long line instantly closed. The white shadow was closing in step by step. Not only before and after, on the high slopes, but also in the depths of the dense forest under their feet, there are heavy shadows. confrontation, and the air condenses as a result.

But on the top of the mountain and in the depths of the valley, the sound of swords was loud, and suddenly spread in all directions. Wang Hong drank suddenly, the swordsmen quickly rushed forward, and the white shadow in front of him suddenly escaped into the forest and could not be found, and then looked around, the previously wandering shadows seemed to be involved in an unpredictable battle. "Hurry up!" With Wang Hong's order, although the swordsmen didn't understand what was happening, they all hurried forward. Xie Junhe once again picked up the frightened and trembling Mo'er and hurried away.

The "Qin" character banner flew high all over the valley: it was actually a person transferred by Qin Dashao who was engaged in a short battle with the ghost shadow outside Duanjia Village! When the swordsmen of the Chu family left, the ghost shadow who was originally hiding in the mountains plotted against others, and also exposed his own deeds, and the conspiracy makers who originally surrounded others were surrounded by others. Qin Shi stood on the high slope and said to himself in the wind: "Master Chu, I owe you a favor, let's pay it back as soon as possible!" When the Heavenly Sword finally made a move, it danced with the wind, as bright as a star, changing like a cloud, splashing a piece of blood light in the mountains.

The pier is so close that you can even see the flags on the buildings waving in the wind. Unexpectedly, there was another killing sound halfway through. The swordsmen are like frightened birds. Wang Hong glanced at Xie Junhe, suspicious and uneasy. Xie Junhe was uncharacteristically gearing up: "Take everyone away, if you send it to the door, you won't be happy if you don't clean it up." The neat ranks of the swordsmen protected Shiyu, Xuehai, and Mo'er in the formation, and Xie Junhe had already rushed into the enemy formation from a distance.

The path of this group of people is completely different from the femininity of Tianyuemen, revealing a fierce domineering, similar to the arrogance of Qi Heng's gang, but far superior to them: extraordinary order, one move after another, causing people to die, as long as the slightest carelessness will inevitably kill Huangquan. However, Xie Junhe's sudden incursion disrupted their formation and made their opponents agitated. Suddenly, I saw a bright spear coming from the left side, and the wind swept like a cloud. "Silver leaf gun?" Jun He suddenly saw that the opponent was Shen Yanfei! The tip of the gun grazed Jun He's throat. Immediately afterwards, it was like falling stars, and like autumn leaves in the wind, the attack of the silver leaf gun was dense and dense, stirring up dazzling sparks, instantly forcing Junhe to have nowhere to hide, and the road behind him was blocked by a tree. Yan Fei saw that the victory was decided, and stabbed him with all his might, but Junhe dodged and kicked back at the critical moment, and the silver leaf spear was firmly rooted in the tree and couldn't pull it out for a while. Yan Fei gritted his teeth.

To win, one move is enough, it doesn't matter which move it is, the important thing is the result. The reason why Xie Junhe is terrible is that he always chooses the most oppressive time to subdue his opponent.

Looking at the formation of the besieging swordsmen, Roon was actually in the formation. The anger did not come anywhere, no matter who was in front of him, and before he could recover his senses, he leaned over and slashed the horse's leg. He immediately flipped off the horse's back, waved his double axe without stopping, and was about to sweep towards the horse's legs, but Xie Junhe's sword had already arrived first, wounding his wrists and knocking down the double axe. Seeing the situation, the other shook a few shots and retreated, and when he passed by Jun He, he was shocked by a palm and spat blood, and fell off the horse. Before everyone could see the trick, Roon had already been pushed to the ground by the reverse scissors, and it was useless to let him struggle.

Rohan was very unconvinced: "If the sheep enters the tiger's mouth, you can't go." "I just felt that my opponent's knee was pressed tightly against his back, like a boulder in his chest. The iron sword was at his neck. When he raised his head slightly, he saw the sword shadow shaking in front of him, and the sharp gap on the blade of the sword made him thrilling.

"Who enters whom's mouth? Think too highly of yourself! Your subordinates are defeated, and if you lose once, you dare to come?" Xie Jun and Tie Zhang's face was afraid of who saw and who was afraid, and his face was like a demonic murderous aura. When the people of Paiyun Pavilion saw Xie Junhe, their eyes were so angry with hatred that they couldn't do anything. What else did Xie Junhe dare not do?

"Brother Xie, don't come unharmed. Qin Ye was very worried. Shen Yanfei suddenly interjected, he didn't care about the life or death of his allies.

Jun He frowned slightly: "Do you still want to fight?" Kicking Luo Ang back into the formation of Paiyun Pavilion, Luo Ang trembled for a long time, and only spit out the word "withdraw". "Disappear before you count to ten!" "Only count to five, and the people of Paiyun Pavilion have already retreated.

"Master Chu keeps Qi Dashao, it's too unruly!" Shen Yanfei wanted to say something, Jun He's face tightened into a hideous evil, and the remnant sword instantly shone with a terrifying light. The sword edge deftly passed through all the gaps, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, unobstructed, and the masters retreated again and again. Everyone saw a ball of silver light shining, the posture of the two of them was like a phoenix dancing with a dragon, and the leaves and sand and stones were stirred up and danced wildly. No one dared to come forward to help, they couldn't tell the difference between friend and foe, and they didn't know how to help each other. Suddenly, the wind and clouds stopped, and everyone was surprised to see Shen Yanfei being ejected from his chest, leaving a long drag mark on the ground.

"Jiang Shaoyun can save you once, but he may not be able to save you when he comes back. There will always be a day when you will have to pay this blood debt. ”

With a murderous aura, Shen Yanfei got up with a wry smile silently, dragged his steps, and left with his subordinates disgraced.

The dock, the building ship has been waiting for a long time. The swordsmen hurriedly boarded the ship, and the planks of the ship were quickly withdrawn behind them, but Wang Hong did not issue the anchor order. No one asked, but they all knew: Chu Tao didn't know where he went.

Everyone looked anxiously and uneasily: the red moon and the dark mountain peaks outlined the majestic lines. Duanjiazhai, the mysterious white shadow, and many opponents were left in this blood-red background. How could Qin Da Shao make a move? What happened to the Duan Zhai master? What kind of power is the white shadow? There is nowhere to answer a series of questions.