[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

Song Xiuran rolled down the hillside. He didn't know what kind of vicious assassin was coming. He covered his face and kept chasing after him. The machete in his hand slashed in terror. He couldn't get back to the bamboo house this time, so he had to grit his teeth and go down the mountain in disgrace.

He Niaoyou quietly lay on his thin back, neither speaking nor looking at the road, allowing Song Xiuran to avoid those pursuers and assassins and detour, but when he was about to hit a dead end by mistake, he would suddenly pull away. He pointed to a feasible path.

It was hard work in the thick snow, but Song Xiuran went down the mountain without any risk after tossing and turning. When he saw the wooden house in Jiang Liuji, his cheeks and ears were already red from the cold.Unexpectedly, he breathed a sigh of relief, the assassin suddenly appeared from all around, the knife in his hand flashed, and Song Xiuran was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, Hua Luo rolled down from his back, raised her small face and looked at Sen Han and Song Xiuran who were facing him dumbfounded, and suddenly said urgently: "Little brother, hide quickly..."

"Ah?!" Song Xiuran backed away in shock, barely avoiding the long knife that was cut across his face, and then the blade fell again. He even dodged a few times, picked up the flower and rolled to the stake, He continued to read, "It's over, it's over, I don't know how to hit people, what should I do..." As he spoke, he shielded his face with the mahogany sword, and the thin wood chips immediately became crumbs in the shadow of the knife.

The little Taoist closed his eyes, opened them after a while when there was no movement, looked down, and found that not only the wooden sword fell, but also the long sword and short sword of the visitor, and he saw a tall figure standing in front of him , and turned his head to show him a bright, almost seductive smile:

"Little devil, your sword isn't good enough."

"You...you are the brat!" Song Xiuran saw him and pointed at him, holding back for a long time before he could say this, still protecting Hualuo and huddled beside the stake, not daring to move.

There were seven or eight assassins who came, and seeing the ghosts and extraordinary skills of the blockers, they couldn't surround Song Xiuran, so they turned around and headed straight for the fleeing villagers in Jiangliuji.

Mingjiao in front of him smiled heartily, squinted his emerald pupils and snapped his fingers, and a companion appeared in the crowd out of thin air. When the Gita from a foreign land rang out, he made a pilgrimage to the Pure Land to protect a piece of land, and all the assassins who had weapons were confiscated.

"Wu Ze, don't stay too long, it's important to find the villain." The alluring Na Ru raised a knife in her hand and stopped, then patted him on the shoulder, pulled the white gauze over her face and fled.

"Got it." Wu Ze shrugged and muttered with a bit of a headache, "Who knows where they like to fight and kill."

Seeing that the Ming Cult had withdrawn halfway, the little Taoist swallowed his saliva and stood up when he saw the assassin's momentum again: "Who are you helping? The villain or Haoqi? Don't you fight the assassin?"

"Little devil, does it matter who you help? Everyone gets what they need." Wu Ze stared at him unblinkingly with cat-like eyes, "If I really want to say it, we are going to track down the villain Changge now, and someone wants to deal with him .”

"Wu Ze, why don't you leave quickly?" Na Ru's voice came and went, imperceptibly urging.

"I...I know! Yang Yiran, Yang Yiran is in the shallows...yes...to Lord Shangye." Song Xiuran only thought that there would be helpers on the top of the mountain, so he blurted out without thinking, and just hid Hualuo behind his back.

Wu Ze was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Song Xiuran who was backing away, and smiled brightly again: "You lead the way?"

"Ah?!" Song Xiuran didn't have time to react, and was pulled away by him. After a few steps, he staggered and had to step on Chunyang's lightness skill halfway and shouted, "Let me go! I can walk by myself! Hey ...I...you're going to hit a rock! No, it's left...in front...to the right...hey, I'll go by myself!"

Mingjiao didn't care as much as he wanted, and dragged Song Xiuran to shuttle between the rocks by the river, like lighting a fire in winter, all the way to the nearby shallows.

"Little ghost, I really have you, I found it." Mingjiao said something suddenly, and let go of his hand.

Song Xiuran was dragged so badly that he tripped over a rock at the end and stared at his eyes. He managed to get up and poke his head around the rock, only to see Yang Yiran and Ye Rong fighting close at hand, and The surrounding villains and arrogance surrounded it in the center but did not dare to get too close. From the riverside to the foot of the mountain, there were swords, lights and swords everywhere.

Song Xiuran was trembling all over when he saw it, and only then did he realize that he had not only separated from Niaoyou, but was also dragged directly into the center of the fight. The elegant and ruthless Chang Ge had the upper hand no matter how he looked at it, while Ye Rong was already tired of substituting defense for offense. to deal with.

"City Lord Ye, I think you are injured and don't want to take your life, why don't you tell me how you and the others secretly communicated with the demon?" The tune was played in mid-air, looking down at the arrogance of the long-term battle, although the tone was restrained, it was hard to hide the anger in it, and the murderous intent had long been hidden in the refined eyebrows.

"How many times have I told you that we don't need to join forces with the Demon Lord, how can your Demon Lord join us?" Ye Rong snorted lightly. Without losing the aura of a nobleman, he carried the heavy sword and held the light sword, blinked and smiled, and displayed the swordsmanship of Mengquan Tiger Running that Hidden Sword Villa is proud of, looking for Yang Yiran's flying sleeves and stabbing at him, " If you want to be capable, why not go to the top of the mountain now?"

Ye Rong pedaled in the air and rolled over behind him and drew his sword, Yang Yiran couldn't turn around, his back armor hit the blade hard, his fingers moved vigorously with a fisherman's song, and a tide rose from the river, blocking Ye Rong's combo and fell from the air, teleporting to another place , gritted his teeth and said: "That lunatic played the flute on the top of the mountain and made it clear that he was prepared. Do I still have a chance? If it weren't for your inability to melody, you would have become my dead soul under the piano, get out of here!"

He was justified in being angry, Jiang Yan murdered and shoved the corpse under the watchful eyes of everyone and cleared the blame, now Mu Chenfeng probably survived, he came a step too late, not only could not catch Jiang Yan's handle, but was dragged behind by the hidden sword shoal.

Jiang Yan deserves to be called the "face of speech", and he easily resolved the calamity he set up with one step, which is really frightening.However, the chess game is not over, the winner or loser is still undecided, and it's too early to say who will die.

"Whatever you want, but this is Qutang Gorge. I, Ye Rong, have retreated in the mighty territory. Where will I save my face?" Zang Jian was exhausted, and the brilliance on his pretty and tender face was dimmed. He took a few breaths and turned around again.

"Little ghost, I'll take you away, don't look at it." Mingjiao teased Song Xiuran in the dark.

"No, you wait..." Song Xiuran subconsciously threw it away, stared at Yang Yiran's fingers and shook his head, fearing that he would make some shady tricks, turned a deaf ear to Mingjiao's several times of persuasion, and stayed behind the stone all the time.

Ye Rong didn't want to fight hard, but dragged on despite being defeated, Yang Yiran seized the opportunity but was in a dilemma, and still couldn't grasp the opportunity to kill him.The two have been at such a stalemate for a long time, and neither of them backed down first.

Haoqi and the villain fought from sunrise to almost noon, both sides suffered losses, but Changge's vocal range fell and the devil's voice filled the ears, beating the surrounding Haoqi back and forth one after another, making the banks of the Rizhao Jiangxue all the villain red.

Just when the two sides were tired of fighting, the assassins from the rebellious party came one after another. Yang Yiran shifted his shape to avoid Ye Rong's sword move, and when he turned around, he saw the long knife slashing head-on. Thin abrasions.

Ye Rong paused, turned the tip of his sword and stabbed at the assassin beside him, then switched to the tip of the heavy sword that was pushed back to his heart, and frowned at Yang Yiran: "You villains called me?!"

"Wicked people have always walked alone, how could they join forces with thieves?!" Yang Yiran couldn't hold back his elegance, and finally shouted out his murderous intentions. The strings were loosened, and he drew out the rare sword in the piano from behind the piano, one after another. Stabbed several people.

The assassin came when both sides were exhausted and looked for weaknesses to strike. The formation retracted and retracted to target the leader of the camp. The fight between Yang Yiran and Ye Rong was interrupted, and he didn't have time to defend each other with every move.

"Well, it's almost there." Wu Ze appeared beside Song Xiuran, raising his scimitar and dodging into the enemy's formation.

Yang Yiran held the sword and went towards the man's blade. Unexpectedly, the man's weapon was snatched by someone in the dark. He couldn't stop and pierced the man's flesh and blood. beads.He wiped it in disgust, but when he turned his head, he saw that Ye Rong was trapped in the center of the formation by the assassin, and he also gave out the gap on his back.

"City Lord Ye, don't you want to guard against me, a villain?" Yang Yiran sneered, and immediately swung his sword back and forth.

Even though he had forewarned, Ye Rong couldn't move his hands and feet for a moment, he turned his head while holding the epee, and watched the sword hit his vest without being able to defend.

Suddenly someone came out from behind the stone, and happened to knock the leaping man in green away, Ye Rong hurriedly waved away the enemy in front of him, and saw a Taoist dressed as an alchemist standing in front of him with great morale.

"Yang Yiran, don't do evil! All the ghosts around here are crying!" Song Xiuran bumped into someone, turned around and stopped in front of Yang Yiran, looking scared and angry, "Don't treat others like my senior brother again!"

"On the battlefield, there is only life and death, there is no right or wrong, what do you know about being neutral?!" Yang Yiran cast a sidelong glance at Song Xiuran's bun-faced face, angrily swung his sword out, and stopped when he saw the person coming, "Oh, I almost forgot, alchemist Zhimen still has outstanding debts, he is indeed a good 'junior brother'."

"Just...even if you are my 'senior brother', I...I..." Song Xiuran became more and more afraid as he spoke, standing still trembling.

Yang Yiran held the sword but did not swing it. The sword in the qin that was shining with faint light was confiscated. Even though he was full of unwillingness, he had to withdraw and hugged the sapphire qin in his arms again.

"Deputy Envoy Yang, I have reported your whereabouts to that person, are you ready to face it?" Na Ru ordered an assassin to appear, put away the blood-stained scimitar and stood in front of Changge.

Yang Yiran's complexion changed drastically, and before he could move again, a powerful signal suddenly ignited in the clear sky, and the sky was full of mountains and rivers. Han Yufang led people down from the torrent dock and quickly occupied the shallows. Suddenly froze.

"So that's how it is." Yang Yiran suddenly laughed after looking around, and immediately stopped fighting. Before Han Yufang ordered the encirclement and suppression, he turned around and went into the mountain with his piano in his arms, and said from a distance, "When I return to Bailongkou to meet with Governor Xiao, I will make a decision." Let's fight!"

"You don't have this chance!" Ye Rong got help, escaped from the encirclement immediately, raised his sword and caught up without thinking.

Han Yufang gathered the sound of the piano, and stood there for a long time without moving again. It was not until Yang Yiran's departed blue figure turned into a touch of elegant gray-white in the water and sky, that she turned her expression back and jumped up to follow: "Ye Rong, you go back!"

As soon as the villains withdrew, Hao Qi who came first followed Ye Rong closely, and even Mingjiao turned around and disappeared. Song Xiuran was so frightened that his face turned pale. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief, and hurriedly turned around in fear. Go through the battle field of Haoqi reinforcements and assassins to find He Niaoyou.

The author has something to say: In the shallows in two-line combat, everyone is separated

The Taoist priest wakes up in the next chapter, and...