The mangrove forest in the north of the city, in the northern suburbs of Tiandu, is a lofty mountain.

On the hill, there is an artificial city wall.

The walls stretch for thousands of miles, and with the undulations of the mountains, it is very spectacular.

The mangrove forest is in this area, and it is also what the ancients often said was outside the gate.

The drunkard was red-eyed, crushed the paper ball, and rushed out directly.

Target, mangroves.

The distance between the mangrove forest and the Qin family is dozens of kilometers.

It was too big, and the drunkards jumped in the car and sped through the rainy night.

Chen Bin and others shouted from behind, "Drunkard, drunkard, where are you going?"

But the drunkard was long gone, and he couldn't hear the sound at all.

Chen Bin hurriedly said, "Quick, keep up!"

It's just past seven o'clock at the moment, and it's rush hour.

The drunkards drove a few kilometers and there was a traffic jam in front of them.

In a fit of rage, he abandoned the car and flew over the air.

Stepping on the tip of the umbrella of the crowded crowd, he rushed to the northern suburbs like an arrow.

Someone looked at the figure that flashed in the rainy night in amazement, and did not speak for a long time.

At this moment, the drunkard can no longer care about the shocking world, he wants to save his wife.

The rain hit him mercilessly in the face.

The resolute drunkard had a cold face, and his eyes burst with a terrifying light.

From Qinjia to the mangrove forest, it is more than 70 kilometers.

At frantic speed, the drunkard finally arrived at his destination.

Rushing into the mangrove forest, the drunkard shouted into the forest, "Five babies, five babies, wife, wife!"

In the dark night, except for the pounding rain, there was hardly any sound to be heard.

The drunkard rushed up a hillside and shouted loudly.

He crossed another forest and came to the north of the mountain.

There was an open space in front of him, which made the drunkard stop.

"Five babies, five babies!"

"Wife, wife!"

Nei Li pushed his voice far away, and a sneer erupted from the woods.

A one-armed black-clothed old man with a mask stared coldly at this scene,

Next to the old man, the five babies were tied up and hung on a tree by five flowers.

Her mouth was covered and she was desperately making a mumping sound.

The rain washed her face mercilessly.

She wanted to tell the drunkards, don't come,

It's dangerous here!

The figure of the drunkard gradually got closer, and it was less than a hundred meters away from Wuwa's side.

The one-armed old man had a gloomy face, snorted coldly, and suddenly reached out and tore off the tape that was sticking to Wuwa's mouth.

"Drunkard, don't, don't come!

Wuwa can finally shout loudly and remind the drunkards not to approach.

The drunkard suddenly heard the shouts of the five babies and instinctively turned around, "Wife!"

"Don't come here, they've set up an ambush!"

Seeing the five babies tied to the tree, the drunkard was furious, and shouted angrily at the black-clothed one-armed old man next to him, "Bastard, dare to touch my wife!"

The one-armed old man snorted disdainfully, "Stop!"

Zheng –

A loud metal sound sounded, and the sharp sword had already pressed against Wuwa's neck.

"As long as you dare to move, I will kill her with a sword!"

The drunkard glared and stopped.

"What do you want?"

The pouring rain could not extinguish the anger of the drunkards.

The one-armed old man snorted coldly, suddenly picked up the scabbard and hit the fifth baby in the stomach fiercely.

"Ahh

How can Wuwa withstand his blow?

She screamed in pain.

The other party is a kendo master, and his skills are extremely profound.

I saw the one-armed old man glaring at the drunkard, "I want you to die!"

The drunkard roared, "Bastard, there's a kind of you letting go of her and coming at me!"

The one-armed old man frowned, picked up the scabbard and hit the fifth baby on the lower abdomen.

"If you want to save her, then trade your life!"

Seeing his woman being beaten, the drunkard glared at a pair of fire-breathing eyes, "Bastard, Lao Tzu will kill you!"

The one-armed old man burst out laughing, "You don't have a chance! ”

Zheng!

A crisp voice sounded, and the one-armed old man held his sword and brushed—

A sword slashed at the drunkard.

At a distance of 100 meters, the other party is like electricity.

The momentum is fierce and extremely fast.

The opponent's right hand is broken, and he uses a left-handed sword.

The drunkard shouted, "Look for death!"

With a grip on both palms, you have to resist the opponent's sword momentum.

Who knew that the other party shook his hand casually, and the tip of the sword pulled up the sword flowers, almost making the drunkard helpless.

"You're a ghost sword!"

Although he didn't fight head-to-head in Jianghuai last time, he had already seen it.

Because of that battle, the drunkards heard that the ghost sword had cut off one of his arms and fled in a hurry.

I didn't expect him to come out again.

Ghost Sword snorted coldly, "Count you as acquaintances!"

The long sword in his hand shook, and the swordsmanship danced impermeably all the way, revealing the murderous aura, pointing directly at the key point of the drunkard.

After all, the drunkard was not Qin Mu, he didn't have the strength of the peak realm, and the ghost sword came prepared, so he was in a hurry by the ghost sword for a while.

Seeing the opponent's overwhelming sword moves, the drunkard was shocked.

"Ghost Sword Thirteen Style!"

Ghost sword swordsmanship, self-contained, thirteen styles once dominated the swordsmanship.

Last time, the drunkard was recruited, and he didn't have a chance to compete with the ghost sword, but he didn't expect to see the real ghost sword swordsmanship tonight.

The drunkard used the eight ways of covering the sky with the Qin family's mental method, and the ghost sword suddenly slowed down, and Shi broke the sky and slashed his chest.

This sword is the most powerful of the thirteen ghost sword styles,

Unpredictable!

It may seem unremarkable, but it can actually block all your retreats from all angles and directions.

Unless you can break this trick.

The drunkard pushed with both palms and struck with all his strength as a heaven-level powerhouse.

The blade of the sword actually pierced the drunkard's true qi barrier.

The drunkard snorted coldly and had to fight with internal strength.

The strength of the ghost sword mainly depends on the sword, and he can take the lead in front of the drunkards, so he naturally relies on the sharp sword in his hand.

But after all, he is a kendo powerhouse, and his strength is not trivial.

In a certain era of ancient martial arts, kendo once represented the pinnacle of the entire ancient martial arts world.

What's more, the sword in the hand of the ghost sword is the king of the sword.

Sharpening iron is like clay, and blowing hair can be broken.

Just give him a slight touch and you'll be cut off in a big piece.

The drunkard was thinking about Wuwa in his heart, and it was raining so heavily, he wanted to settle the battle as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, the strength of the ghost sword was not weak, and the blade of the sword was close to his chest.

The drunkard's palms sank, and the blade of the sword was deflected.

The ghost sword stalemate with the drunkard with one arm, and the two suddenly entered the life and death stage of fighting internal strength.

In the treetops, a figure was silent, rushing at the drunkard in a very strange way.

Sweep the dust, Peng-

The slender five fingers slapped the drunkard's back in the heart.

Hmm-

A stream of blood welled up in the drunkard's throat, poof—

Blood flowers scattered out of the sky, and the drunkard's internal strength weakened, and the long sword took advantage of the weakness.

Poof-

The tip of the sword, mercilessly piercing the drunkard's chest.

Another streak of blood spurted out, splashing down in the rain, staining the entire neighborhood red.

"You—you—"

The drunkard turned around in pain, and looked back to see the vicious appearance of the Breeze Chief.

Qingfeng Dao Leader smiled slightly, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

The ghost sword drew the sword stuck in the drunkard's body, and stared indifferently at the dying drunkard,

"It's your blessing to exchange your life for my arm!"

"You ...... Despicable!"

The drunkard glared at the two strong men with resentment, and his body was crooked, and he fell into the rain.

"Drunkard, drunkard—"

The heart-rending voice of the five babies sounded in the mangrove forest, "Drunkard—don't—"