small rivers and lakes

"Master An, let's take a rest," Le Wuyou snorted, "You can't provoke the relationship between me and big brother. If you have the skill to sow dissension, it's better to study martial arts well, so that you won't be able to practice ugly Yin all day long. Mao."

An Guangxia was poked against Nilin, his eyes darkened, but he just smiled lightly and said, "Young Master Le speaks quickly, but there is a bit of a legacy of kindness."

Le Wuyou's face became stern: "You have no right to mention her."

"Sister Shu was burdened by you and died young. You are the one who has no right to mention her."

"I said..." Zhong Yi interrupted, "Are you two going to stand here and brag to each other and blow each other to death?"

An Guangsha turned his face and looked at him. He felt that this young man was standing in the night wind with sword-like eyebrows and phoenix eyes. His clothes were moving slightly, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes seemed to be engraved in his heart. He could not help but lose his mind for a moment.

However, the loss of consciousness was fleeting, and he said in a deep voice: "There is no need to talk nonsense, everyone, the time has come to make contributions to the martial arts!"

After finishing speaking, Saber snatched the scabbard out with a bang. The long sword was engraved with scriptures all over. It was simple and unsophisticated, but graceful.

There were people approaching from the roofs in all directions, all holding weapons in their hands, and their sharp swords pointed directly at the three of them.

Zhong Yi grasped the three-foot water with all his strength, but still smiled easily on his face: "Ayou, let go and fight, I will fight for you."

"Just don't take my credit." Le Wuyou smiled, slowly pulled out Zhihuang, raised the sword flat, pointed the tip of the sword at An Guangsha, and made a gesture, the dagger was scattered under the moon With a gloomy cold light.

An Guangsha stared at his saber, and said in a low voice, "Zhihuang..."

"That's right," Le Wuyou said, "You still have some eyesight."

He made a sudden move, and his first move was the most fierce and powerful Xuezhaoyunguangjue in the Concentrating Light Sword Art.

An Guangsha is a master, and he is also the number one master on the master list. The Ziwei swordsmanship he is famous for is superb. Facing Le Wuyou's fierce attack, he holds the sword with one hand, and his movements are smooth and smooth, and he strikes the sword calmly swing out.

The night wind suddenly became swift, whipping up fallen leaves all over the ground and whizzing past.

Le Wuyou's robe was blown up by the gust of wind, her hair flew wildly, she held the sword and went up against the wind, pouring her inner strength, the Zhihuang sword let out a clear cry, breaking through the gust of wind, like thunder, piercing An Guangsha's heart.

However, An Guangsha had a lot of accumulation, and the moment the sword tip came, the sword's power suddenly increased, like a poisonous snake jumping out of the wind, and in a flash, it had already bit Le Wuyou's shoulder fiercely.

The two met each other and separated suddenly.

The howling wind has quietly subsided.

Le Wuyou staggered a few steps back, dragging the dagger on the blue tiles, making a piercing rubbing sound, thrust the sword into the gap, and barely stabilized his figure.

A dark bloodstain oozes from the white robe on the shoulder.

An Guangsha let out a breath of turbid air slowly, and he looked unharmed, but his face was a little sad, obviously not as relaxed as he appeared.

Zhong Yi hugged Le Wuyou from behind: "How is it?"

Le Wuyou spit out a mouthful of blood, grinned, sneered, raised his hand to touch the remaining blood on his lips, and said hoarsely in a good mood: "Guess?"

"Forgive me, ancestor." Zhong Yi placed two fingers on his wrist, and found that although his inner breath was chaotic, it was orderly, so he was relieved.

"I haven't seen you for ten years, and your martial arts still haven't improved," An Guangsha smiled in a deep voice, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, which were full of murderous intent to win and a trace of pity, "This time it's time Hell, if you reunite with Ling Ci, you must be scolded again."

Le Wuyou panted heavily, but didn't show a trace of weakness, and said with a smile: "Master An has been in seclusion year after year. It seems that he has cultivated all his skills. Although my martial arts is poor, it is more than enough to kill you."

While talking, the two fought again.

The masters who rushed up from all directions jumped onto the roof one after another, attacking Jiubao who was carrying Su Yuhen with all kinds of weapons.

"Oh my god..." Jiubao hopped nimbly with her back on her back, avoiding the flying hidden weapon, and shouted, "It's so dangerous! You have so many stinky men beating me, a weak woman, it's really shameless." !"

Zhong Yi stopped fighting with his sword and looked at him expressionlessly.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you help me!" Jiu Bao glanced at him, and a simple knife slashed at him from behind. He leaned forward suddenly, hitting the ground like a straight plate, and the blade scraped against Su Yuhen on his back. The bun waved away.

The moment his body was about to touch the ground, he turned over in the air, jumped up like a nimble rabbit, and threw himself back at the attacker, swiping the two swords in his palms swiftly.

With a scream, the attacker's hands holding the knife were all cut off by him.

There was a sound of breaking wind in his ears, Jiubao looked back, and saw a feathered arrow rushing towards him. Seeing that the arrow was about to hit, Zhong Yi raised his left hand, and the folding fan whirled and flew over quickly, shooting down the feathered arrow.

But suddenly there was a crisp sound of iron chains, and Su Yuhen, who had been lying on Jiubao's back like a dead body, suddenly made a fuss, jumped up, swung his palms, and knocked away the people blocking his sight, like a white Passing through the fiercely fighting crowd like a gust of wind, his legs suddenly wrapped around the archer's upper body, and the iron chains on his wrists strangled his neck severely.

"The devil... the devil..." The archer mumbled a few words as his eyeballs protruded from the strangulation.

There was only a click, and the iron chain broke his neck.

A column of blood rose into the sky, and his head flew out, hitting An Guangsha like a huge hidden weapon.

An Guangxia fought with Le Wuyou with a sword, distractedly swiped his palm away, with a powerful palm, he knocked back his head with one palm, and quickly pushed Su Yuhen away.

Su Yuhen sat on the archer's headless body, smiled evilly, jumped up suddenly, avoided the head that was galloping back, and fell back on Jiubao's back in the blink of an eye.

The head landed firmly on the archer's neck, and the body crashed down.

The color of Zhong Yi's eyes changed, and An Guangsha's Ziwei swordsmanship had reached perfection, and it was by no means Le Wuyou's ability to compete.With the sound of a sword in Sanchishui, he raised his sword and leaped into the battle circle.

An Guangsha saw the sword point stabbing in front of him, smiled slightly, swung his sword away from Zhihuang's sword, and hit Zhongyi back.

Ziwei's demeanor is graceful and imposing, and she can parry the two swords of Zhihuang and Sanchishui at the same time without losing the wind. She can even defend and counterattack, piercing Le Wuyou's chest with one sword.

Blood spewed out, Zhong Yi's face suddenly changed, and the offensive suddenly became fierce, as if the blue waves were surging, rolling up the stormy waves, and the tide was surging, overwhelming them like mountains and seas.

"Let's share the formula of calmness!" An Guangsha was taken aback, raised his sword and received a forceful move, the moment the two passed by, staring at Zhong Yi's face, he said hoarsely, "Who are you?"

Zhong Yi smiled viciously: "Guess?"

While speaking, there was a thunderous sound of horseshoes in the distance, and Chang Fengjun came on the galloping horse first, and said loudly: "The archers are all in place, and you will not be able to escape today!"

Le Wuyou was surprised.

Suddenly, there was a burst of thunder from the other side, and a huge black carriage came from the night. Eight people and eight horses lined up on both sides of the carriage.

Eight knights in black clothes and black armor, armed with long spears, covered their faces with iron masks, and their horseshoes were like thunder.

One person exclaimed: "Dragon King Eight Horses! It's Dragon King Eight Horses!"

The most prestigious Dragon King Eight Horses formation in the rivers and lakes is unpredictable and invincible. Since its inception 50 years ago, there was only one defeat 25 years ago. Under the joint efforts of Le Qishu and Chai Jingchen, the Dragon King Eight Horses were killed and injured. Half, but even so, he still killed Awan and successfully completed the killing task.

Now the Dragon King Bajun is dispatched again, but there is only one purpose - to take away Le Wuyou from the heavy siege of the Tianxia League.

Chang Fengjun yelled: "Long Yunteng, do you want to join forces with the remnants of the Devil's Valley?"

Long Yunteng sat on the galloping carriage, his black cloak dancing wildly in the wind, he wrapped his hands around the reins and his sword in the other, and said coldly: "I only work with righteousness."

The wheels rolled, the carriage slammed into the crowd, and with a high-pitched neigh, eight fat, well-built horses outside the Great Wall stopped beside Le Wuyou.

Long Yunteng said expressionlessly, "Get in the car, I'll see you off."

"How dare you..." Chang Fengjun was furious, and with a howl of the sword, Hua Jing Feijing was like a shining white sword under the moon, and he unsheathed it, and with ten to ten effort, he stabbed at him with the sword .

Suddenly there was a tidy and solemn sound of strings being tapped, and several masked guards quietly appeared on the walls of the carriage, holding powerful spears firmly in their palms.

Chang Fengjun's movements stopped suddenly.

An Guangxia said: "Master Dragon City, what does this mean?"

Long Yunteng: "I want to send Wuyou away."

"Ridiculous!" Chang Fengjun said, "The majestic Lord of Haitian City, are you going to betray the Tianxiameng?"

"Haitian Liancheng has never surrendered to the Tianxia League," Long Yunteng said proudly, "Why do you say you betrayed?"

Chang Fengjun: "When the old Dragon King was in trouble, if Jiayan hadn't extended a helping hand..."

"If your father hadn't been meddling in his own business," Long Yunteng interrupted him, "I would have inherited the city lord ahead of schedule, and my sister would not have married you. Do everything you can."

Chang Fengjun's expression turned extremely ugly in an instant.

Mr. Wei jumped out of the carriage, holding a lantern in his hand, and smiled before saying anything: "Young Master Le, please get in the carriage."

Le Wuyou and Zhong Yi looked at each other.

Zhong Yi cupped his hands to Long Yunteng, and said with a loud smile, "Thank you, big brother, for your help."

Then he turned his head and gave Jiu Bao a look. Without saying a word, Jiu Bao jumped into the carriage like a loach with Su Yuhen on his back.

Le Wuyou also got into the car.

Zhong Yi flew to the side of the carriage, and was about to get into the carriage when An Guangsha's low voice suddenly came from behind: "Xiao Zhong, have you really thought about it?"

Zhong Yi was taken aback.

I heard An Guangsha go on to say: "No one doesn't make mistakes when they are young. You are still young and it is reasonable to be easily seduced. Stay here. I can forget the past for what I did today."

Chang Fengjun was taken aback: "Brother?"

An Guangsha raised a hand to him, signaling not to speak, and looked at Zhong Yi intently, without any murderous intent in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Are you determined to leave?"

Zhong Yi turned around, tidied up his clothes, and looked at him seriously: "Leader, this subordinate joined the League at the age of 17. Thank you for the cultivation of the leader and everyone in the past five years, but today I have to leave."

A voice came from the crowd: "Mr. Meng has treated you well all these years, but you have turned against him. It is really not the work of a chivalrous man."

Zhong Yi followed the sound and saw that it was an old colleague. He raised his eyes and slowly scanned the crowd, and saw countless familiar faces. The Tianxia League is in charge of Jianghu affairs. Therefore, there are anger, sadness and bewilderment in the eyes of everyone.

A hall master said loudly: "Zhong Yi, are you really betraying President Meng for Le Wuyou?"

Zhong Yi nodded: "Not bad."

The man said angrily, "The serious case of Heluo Mountain Villa has not yet been cleared, and Demon Valley is still the biggest suspect. Le Wuyou harbored the devil ten years ago, and now he is trespassing in Jiange. You actually betrayed the martial arts for this monster?"

Another person said suspiciously: "I heard a rumor that you and Le Wuyou are as good as Long Yang..."

Zhong Yi nodded again: "Not bad."

"You actually have the guts to admit it?" The other party was shocked, "Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the world for such an indecent thing?"

Zhong Yi said: "As far as love goes, how can I be ashamed? If I am ridiculed, I am even more afraid that the world will laugh at me for being unfeeling, unrighteous, unfaithful, and unfaithful."

"Betraying Mr. Meng is betraying Wulin. You are guilty of disloyalty."

Zhong Yi fell silent.

Le Wuyou opened the curtain of the carriage and lowered his voice: "The world suspects you, blames you, mocks you, insults you, and despises you, but I understand you."

"That's enough." Zhong Yi nodded.

Le Wuyou said: "Get in the car quickly, be careful of long nights and dreams."

Zhong Yi said: "They are actually right. Mr. Meng has really treated me well these years. I can't just walk away so easily."

Le Wuyou suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart: "What are you going to do?"

Zhong Yi looked at the three-foot water, and the cold sword body was rippling like a cold pool under the moonlight. He stared at the long sword for a moment, then turned his eyes to his colleagues in the crowd, and laughed: "As a chivalrous man, you can't be rebellious." For the matter, Zhong betrayed Tianxiameng today, he has no shame in his heart, no shame in love, no shame in righteousness, but only shame in loyalty."

A hall master said: "Then you still insist on leaving?"

"If a gentleman does not do something, he must do something. I have the word love and righteousness in my heart, and I am willing to die without hesitation," Zhong Yi said, "I will not escape the punishment I deserve if I break the rules of the world."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly raised the long sword, and pierced it into his thigh with a ruthless sword. The bloody sword tip emerged from the other side, and the blood flowed like a column.

Le Wuyou cried out in pain: "Are you crazy?"

"My husband is very sober now," Zhong Yi grinned but was still in the mood, and winked at him, "Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt."

He drew out the long sword, without blinking his eyes, and suddenly stabbed down with another sword.

The astonished people just came to their senses, and someone exclaimed: "Three swords and six holes! This is three swords and six holes!"

Before the cry fell, Zhong Yi's third sword had already pierced, and the surroundings were completely silent, and everyone was shocked.

Le Wuyou clenched his teeth tightly, his heart felt like a knife, but he couldn't make a sound. Zhong Yi betrayed the Tianxiameng for his own sake, and the knife seemed to be pierced in his heart.

Zhong Yi drew out his long sword, and the three-foot water was covered with blood, which was so beautiful under the moonlight.

His expression was as usual, his eyes slowly swept across the crowd, he held his sword behind his back, and he bowed his hands to everyone, talking and laughing happily: "Thank you for taking care of me for the past five years, today, I will bid farewell."

After finishing speaking, he got up and jumped onto the carriage.

Long Yunteng shook the reins, and the eight horses galloped like lightning, and they had already rushed out of Luoyang City in an instant.