The moon was on the banana window, and the bow shadow collapsed. When Li Zicong looked at the information he had just obtained through the candlelight in the room, he was so excited that he slapped the table. The once domineering and arrogant Gao Wenfeng's more than 2,000 elite Dali soldiers failed to be in Taohuagou.

Gao Wenfeng's death undoubtedly added a strong point to the Duan family's rule. If Wu Yonglin's borrowed knife could penetrate a few inches deeper into Gao Taiyuan and others, the power behind the Duan family would never mind adding fuel to the fire.

The sword was terrifying and the wind was shining. A few vulgar people in black clothes and strong clothes came from the low wall of the post station. The postman was already in trouble after the endless darkness came. The postman at the door saw people in the yard blowing the lights one after another, and after he lit the eternal light hanging next to the lanterns at the door. With the faint light, he found a corner to shelter from the wind, and squatted there and snored.

The man in black came very quickly, and the postman in his sleep was dragged away silently. A man in black carried a knife in the crack of the door, so that the inn that the door opened quickly welcomed these uninvited guests.

Just as the man in black was about to use the same method to open another door bolt in the courtyard again, a quick sword directly penetrated his chest. With a "boom", the man in black had no time to dodge. Just now, the door and his body flew up at the same time, and the man in black who was caught in the sword could not survive even more.

A woman with a floating fairy palace walked out of the house without a door panel. At this time, she couldn't see her five fingers in the courtyard. For a moment, the men in black couldn't figure out whether the other party was a man or a woman, or a young person. Relying on the large number of people, these people rushed up from different places.

Jian Ruoyoulong turned around the woman, and the tip of the sword shining with cold light drew a graceful arc in the air. Another man in black who attacked first was cut by the sword light and the blood brought out directly on the bodies of the men in black next to him. With a few moves, the aura of the men in black was sharply reduced.

The fighting sounds in the courtyard awakened the sleeping yard owners, but these people were sore and weak all over, and they were willing to help and support them.

After a "huh", several brave men in black lit the torches in their hands. At this time, they looked forward with the light and saw clearly the other party's true face. A woman in blue carried a bloody fast sword and easily supported the four men in black who were besieging her from four directions.

The woman in green was as quiet as a virgin and moving as if she was taking off a rabbit. When the four of them made moves to the center at the same time, she bounced her waist and beheaded by a "beauty drunken strike" to the farthest man. The man was a man who was sucking in troubled waters, and his skills were much weaker than the other three. Looking at the flying sword that stabbed him, which might cause him to splatter blood for five steps, he had no time to close the knife net with the other three, so he turned around and escaped.

The man who just pushed the door was originally one of the sword formation, but after being stabbed to death by a sword by the woman in blue, he had to find someone who had practiced a few moves with them to replace him. Unexpectedly, the sword formation composed of four people was seen by the woman in blue that this person was the flaw of the formation when the light suddenly appeared.

Du Wenjun's cultivation and sword skills were much higher than those in black. When he felt the breathing energy of these people in the move, he was already five points confident. After tentatively stabbing the sword, the gap in the sword formation turned into the anger and scolding that the other three people sighed.

Perhaps he didn't expect that Du Wenjun's stab just now was a scattered sword, and he practiced sweeping across the board. The man in black, who was the most fierce, was hit by a sword in his chest. Du Wenjun swept his feet and waved his left palm with a gale of wind to the man's face. After the sound of his skull being shattered, the other two people who had originally wanted to attack him immediately retreated when they saw that the other party was so strong.

"Put down your sword, or I will kill her." The other men in black who attacked the yard seemed to have succeeded. Looking at the bloody dark blades in the hands of those people, Du Wenjun stared at the men in black with lightning, and a strong murderous intent appeared in her chest. She originally thought that Duan Suzhen might still have the ability to fight. Looking at Duan Suzhen and Li Zicong who were almost limp on the ground, she realized that these men in black had actually used Miyan before entering these rooms.

Du Wenjun has been immersed in various drugs for a long time and has become resistant to certain irritating drugs. The smoke in black spitting into her room like a stone cow that has no effect on her.

"Many years ago, a lion fell into a trap filled with bamboo sticks from hunters, and his body was bleeding. Just as the lion was dying, the hunter who was standing on the edge of the trap said to the lion: "How about you jump out, so I will kill you with one fork and let you die happily."

But the complacent hunter made the biggest mistake in his life. He actually stood at the edge of an inch from the trap."

"What?" a man in black couldn't help asking curiously.

"idiot."

The moment when the long sword pressed against Duan Suzhen's neck and cursed the man was distracted, Du Wenjun's shadow suddenly came like a ghost, and the force was a little on the blade. With a "click", the knife broke into several pieces.

"Retreat quickly." The man who just scolded the idiot seemed to be the little leader of this group of people. After being defeated, he knew that these people were no match for this woman at all, not to mention that the only hostage was rescued by the other party. After a whistle, the man in black in the yard was instantly removed, leaving only Duan Suzhen and Li Zicong who were limp on the ground.

Du Wenjun was afraid of being trapped by the other party's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, so he did not pursue the escaped man in black. After pouring cold water on Duan Suzhen and Li Zicong in front of him, he guarded the side and waited for the two to recover gradually.

The remaining men in black divided into several strands and fled into the dense forest. Until they found that the other party had not followed, they gathered together again in the depths of the dense forest. The few people in black dress were already waiting there.

An old man who led the lead was over fifty years old, with a thin face, white hair and a mountain standing on a high place, but his spirit was surprisingly good. His burning eyes made people feel no murderous aura. His uneven attitude made several people around him silent.

"It seems you have failed." The scabbard in the old man's hand shook, and the cold light suddenly appeared. The sword edge suddenly fell back into the scabbard again. After the sword edge suddenly fell back into the scabbard, the small leader of the few people who had just escaped had four fingers on his left hand, often saying that ten fingers were connected to the heart. The man endured the pain of biting his tongue and refused to shout it out, but his forehead was already sweating like a bean. Perhaps it was his greatest luck to be able to leave a small life in the old man's hands.

"Actually, this is not your fault." The old man paused and said, "Someone has to help me try my old friend's current skills so that we can be sure to win."

"This is the honor of my subordinates." When the man whose four fingers were cut off spoke, his teeth kept giggling, making the several people next to him unable to help but feel a burst of sore teeth.

"Go back to the main stele to rest. Today, the merits and demerits will be offset." The old man waved his hand and rushed out of the crowd, holding the man away in a hurry.

"Yuanzhong, the successor of the murderer who killed your father is probably coming back in the past few days. Do you have the courage to fight him?" The old man asked a young man about twenty years old next to him, with a national face.

"The father's hatred is irreconcilable, Yuanzhong only wants to kill his enemies with his hands, and hopes that the master will succeed."

"Okay, okay, okay." The old man was quite satisfied with these young men who were full of fighting spirit. Hu Yuanzhong has been following him for many years and has learned all his true teachings. He heard that the man only pretended to be a god and was far from Zhou Tong. This battle would definitely save his master's orders.
Chapter completed!