The Demon Sect Holy Maiden Sikong Nan, a grandmaster-level master who was once named after Zhou Dong with the Iron Arm, it is difficult to say how much of this is due to Manichaeism. After all, she has been hidden for more than ten years, and when she reappeared, she did not rashly attack the other party Baihua and others in the previous time, until this large-scale sortie, followed from the rear, everyone was able to realize her terrible.

At this time, most of the people who were really lowly in martial arts had already been eliminated. If the rest of the people are placed on the rivers and lakes, they can more or less approach the level of first-class masters, at this time, even if there is a problem of fatigue and injury, as soon as the two masters come into contact, they will be crushed by each other, which is enough to prove that the other party's skills are terrifying, even compared with Lin Xichan and even Zhou Tong, there will not be too much inferior.

Only Fang Qifo, Fang Baihua and others can clearly know the Dao, Sikong Nan, who was defeated by Fang Qifo, Fang La and others more than ten years ago, is nearly sixty years old at this time.

The green figure that rushed suddenly was like a ghost Shura, with a short knife in one hand and a short knife in the other, rushing to the rear crowd in a blink of an eye, and the Manichaean once advanced martial arts in her hands had both the lightness and speed of a woman, and the firmness and fierceness that seemed to be invincible. After killing the two people who had just come into contact, the figure smashed into the crowd like a chopping wave. Even if the surrounding masters are on guard, they will not lose their lives in the fight, they will either be cut off or forced to retreat, until Deng Yuanjue waved his Zen staff to help, it was like a huge wave hitting the reef, a few hands, Sikong Nan ghostly bypassed, and attacked others again, Deng Yuanjue's offensive was calm. Everywhere to help, fight and retreat.

The boiling sound of killing has extended from afar, fighting all the way through the woods, Lin Xichan, Wang Nantuo and others have also chased after them, and there is also a group of masters led by Zong Feixiao in the middle, and several famous murderers in the green forest are chasing nearby, waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

Farther away, a large number of participants, still in pursuit.

The ranks spread, and the torches were chaotic. Kill in the mountains.

At this time, the battle situation. Chen Fan had already handed over Fang Qifo to the person next to him to carry it, and rushed to the rear to help others. He has dabbled in all eighteen kinds of weapons, and his kung fu is also hard, but he is the most ferocious martial art. In fact, it is a double knife. There is a proverb. Twin knives look away. In such a chaotic and fleeing situation, when he brandished his double knives and rushed over, it suddenly seemed to set off a whirlwind.

On the other hand. Fang Baihua's big gun is like a dragon, although she is a woman, but in the red spear, there is a tragic slaughter from the battlefield, just like the momentum of sweeping all directions in the iron horse Jingo. Among them, Baoguang Rulai Deng Yuanjue is like a mountain with a cane, the most fierce, and in the waving of the Zen staff, only a few people such as Lin Xichan and Wang Nantuo can fight with him.

However, among the people who were chasing and killing, only Sikong Nan and Lin Xichan were already grandmaster-level masters comparable to Zhou Dong, and perhaps only Fang Qifo when he was not injured could fight against them.

In addition, there is Wang Nantuo, who is red and bloodthirsty when he sees Chen Fan, Zong Feixiao, who chases him from the side, and there are also some green forest scattered people who have been killed for various purposes, more or less famous martial arts tycoons, and also the evil lord who has rebuilt the iron robe, in terms of formation and numbers, in fact, it is far ahead of Fang Baihua's side.

Sikong Nan and the others who could be blocked in the rear, one side of the two sides chased and the other side fled, but there were still several people who were either left alone or hit by hidden weapons, and were injured in the hands of the surging pursuers.

The blood spread, the breath of death followed, and he was about to rush out of the woods, Sikong Nan's body shook in the high-speed running, and slapped a palm towards a person in front of him, and the master scimitar slashed out, but the knife was not finished, and with a bang, his head exploded like a watermelon. Sikong Nan flew by the exploding blood, without stopping for a moment, but the moment he stepped out of the woods, there were several sword lights in the darkness, slashing towards her at the same time!

The cold killing intent, in the most unlikely time, shrouded down!

The direction of those sword slashes was different, but no matter the timing, speed, and coordination, they were all impeccable. For a moment, Sikong Nan almost thought that he had fallen into the trap laid by the Great Grandmaster, but then, a figure appeared in his mind.

It was many years ago, a burly and tall, seemingly reckless and rude, but in fact there was always a clear figure in his eyes. At this time, the sword light gathered, vaguely, it was as if the man had pulled out the signature giant blade and slashed towards her, the wind was howling, and the killing intent was overwhelming.

Tyrant sword, final style, god drive a dream!

At that time, Liu Dabiao, the tyrant of the sword, was heroic, and his various actions were even rude and barbaric, saying all day long that men should have muscles, but in fact, there were not many people who knew that he was full of poetry and books. Just look at the word watermelon that he used to name his daughter, but only a set of swords created in his hand, the name of the move seems a little strange, from the original style of returning to protect the heavenly pillar, to intercepting the river and Jinghai, to cutting off the clouds and mountains, until the god drives a dream, more or less, it always makes people a little confused about what he is thinking.

However, at this moment, only the killing intent contained in it is real.

On Sikong Nan's side, the short knife was cut.

The contact lasted only a moment, and the two sides retreated almost simultaneously, and one of Sikong Nan's sleeves shattered in the night sky, flying like a butterfly. There were five people who participated in the ambush on that side, and the only ones who could cut out Liu Dabiao's momentum in cooperation were the current members of Badaozhuang.

At this time, the ambush here was the "Ember Evil Knife" Luo Bingren, the "Nine Death Knife" Zheng Qiming, the "Golden Back Knife" Zheng Huihui, and the other two masters of the Badaozhuang who followed. Theoretically speaking, the martial arts are to their extent, if the seven people who "kill people to pay off their debts and pay off the money" shoot together, whether it is Zhou Dong at this time or Liu Dabiao back then, I am afraid they will not be able to resist, but at this time, after all, there are few people, and the martial arts of the other two members of the Badaozhuang may not be lower than them, but it is their own art industry, and in this ambush, after all, they will not be able to exert the greatest power, although they will cut Sikong Nan's sleeves and even arms, after all, it is only a small injury, and the overall situation cannot be decided.

The two sides fought and dispersed for a short moment, and at this time, a group of masters were still rushing forward, and in a chaotic situation, on the hillside on the side of the woods, a wooden wheelchair rolled down almost uncontrollably. It was surprisingly fast, and in the wheelchair was a petite woman in a blue floral dress with a thick white bandage wrapped around her forehead.

She sat down in the wooden wheelchair, the speed was fast, and the bumps seemed to be completely unconcerned that the wheelchair would be smashed at any time, and only when she was about to rush into the woods did one of Sikong Nan's subordinates move towards her, and suddenly saw the blood bloom. The girl rushed out with the momentum of the wheelchair, and the sword light in her hand slashed, and in an instant, the blood light spread. There was also a hint of the feeling that Sikong Nan rushed into the crowd. Then I heard the girl's cold voice: "Fatty! "Two knives in both hands. Slashed towards Lin Xichan, who was fighting with Deng Yuanjue!

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At the critical moment, the arrival of a few people from Badaozhuang may have slightly alleviated the crisis faced by Fang Baihua and others. However, in terms of the overall change in the situation, such a relief. But it doesn't make much sense.

The fighting began to rage in the middle of the night. It then spread all the way to the belly of the mountain in the distance. Despite the fact that everyone fought all the way. But after all, due to the delay of time, more and more people have gathered on the other side. The loss of one or two masters on Sikong Nan's side was immediately made up, and only Fang Baihua was the one. If one or two people die, that's really dead.

Fang Baihua, Deng Yuanjue, Chen Fan and other masters were able to form a front at the beginning to stop Lin Xichan and others in the rear, but soon after, the rear array of the chase and escape became a melee between you and me, I have you, named Swallowing Cloud Evil Monk and a group of green forest masters from the side, Zong Feixiao led the capture of the fast with various means to secretly attack, from time to time someone fell into the attack, was cut into blood sauce and meat paste, until this side was damaged to about forty people, a mountain col appeared in front of him.

It was a slightly sunken mountain road, and the walls on both sides seemed suitable for ambushes, but the master could still jump on it. When they rushed here, Fang Qifo, who was already quite weak, made the only instruction and let everyone plunge directly into the mountain path.

Seeing that the people who fled were so decisive, Zong Feixiao, who was following closely behind, was somewhat hesitant. In the course of this escape, the situation actually changed very quickly, and the Criminal Department did not arrange an ambush here, if the other party arranged personnel to respond, and he rushed in, the loss may be very large. He asked his subordinates to stop a little and walked up the hillside next to him, while Sikong Nan, Lin Xichan and the others still chased and killed all the way in!

The killing spread forward, Sikong Nan broke through the crowd, Da Lu smiled and tried to rush to the Fang Qi Buddha who was being carried in front of him, and after being stopped, she killed the two of them and continued to close the distance.

In the rear, Fan Chong and Tie Tianying had also arrived with an elite team, and several people rode horses, caught up with Zong Feixiao, and chased over from the top of the dirt slope next to the mountain road. The moonlight shone slightly at this time, midnight had already passed, the soil slope was spread with grass and sparse tree shadows, at the other end of the field of vision, Sikong Nan, Lin Xichan, Wang Nanda and other Manichaean masters were still narrowing the distance with the seven Buddhas in front, and Fang Baihua and others were killed, and the mountain road that spread over became two in front, one went straight, and the other extended obliquely to the side.

The people who were fighting were originally going straight, but at this time, the light of the torches was slightly lit up at the end of the mountain road in front of them, and the shadows of people and horses were probably a small group of people chasing over, and finally caught up with everyone.

The few people who fled at the front were suddenly forced to run to the fork in the road.

No matter which group of people are in front of them and want to take advantage, in short, it must not be a friend of Fang Baihua and others, in the middle of the mountain road, Sikong Nan laughed bitterly: "Ha Luha, don't run-" On the hillside here, Tie Tianying, Zong Feixiao, Fan Zhong and others rode forward.

"Who's that......"

"Which side?"

“…… Secret Investigation Division? ”

Among the three of them, Tie Tianying's eyes were sharp, and he approached all the way, first seeing the faint outline of the person in the firelight over there, and a scholar in front of him was still sitting on a chair in front of the crowd running over. He didn't pay attention to what this person was before, but at this time, he more or less noticed that the other party's identity was wrong, and immediately frowned.

On the way to catch up this night, Zong Feixiao and Fan Chong had also received information about Cheng Zhouhai's identity, and they could immediately see that something was wrong, but on this night, it was no longer important for a person to hide his identity, and they didn't think much about it. When Iron Sky Eagle revealed the identity of the other party, they looked at each other.

"This man is not the ...... of the sea"

"Demons?"

"This man...... What do you want to do......"

What do you want to do with the more than 20 people who appeared at the end of the road and even lit torches in advance. At this moment, perhaps the question in the minds of many people, at this time, hundreds of people had already run into the mountain road, and the crowd on the nearby hillside was also running and gathering, looking over there.

In the midst of the battle ahead, a woman with blood stained and a thick bandage on her forehead turned around in the swing. In the firelight over there, the scholar sitting in the chair seemed to straighten up at this time.

The eyes of both sides staggered for a moment in this moment.

In the wind. The scholar raised his hand. Draw it down.

"Shoot the arrows."

At this time, the first half of Fang Qifo and the others had already rushed into the fork in the road, and a few masters were still intersecting and fighting with Sikong Nan and others, and in the straight road in the rear, there were more Manichaean masters under Sikong Nan. With this whisper. More than twenty crossbow arrows fired from the crossbow roared. Pounce straight at the people who are fighting.

Lin Xichan and others were alert for the first time. But for this kind of crossbow, even they suddenly felt uncomfortable. More than twenty crossbow arrows are not much. It looked like a warning, but most of it fell into the crowd belonging to Sikong Nan's subordinates in the rear, and the two masters couldn't guard against it for a while, and fell in response, and two people were injured next to them.

At this moment, everyone was somewhat confused. After a moment, the crowd roared: "What man! ”

"Shoot whom! I want to die—"

Lin Xichan also shouted angrily: "Bastard-"

On the hillside a little behind, Zong Feixiao restrained the galloping horse, and also suddenly said: "Secret Investigation Division, what are you doing!" ”

Iron Sky Eagle shouted in a deep voice: "Ning! Stand! Constant! You're crazy!? ”

He broke the identity of the other party at this moment, just to let the other party know that he had discovered the truth. Many people were still wondering who Ning Liheng was, and only a few people reacted, this is the real name of the demon who destroyed Liangshan. Lin Xichan and Sikong Nan heard Tie Tianying's voice, and knew that they would negotiate internally, and it was better to kill Fang Qifo and them at the moment, and they were about to continue to shoot, when in the wind over there, an indifferent but calm voice also came from afar, and through the internal force of breaking the six paths, it resounded in the night sky.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance! Hello a long time ago! The scourge of Fang La is in trouble in Jiangnan! Manichaeans are going to die! You mothers-in-law don't do it! I'll do it myself! ”

"Fuck—" Lin Evil Chan snorted, resounding through the night sky like a demon god.

"him!" There was a lot of people in the crowd who were drinking.

Zong Feixiao said angrily: "Heart Demon dares-"

"Bury them."

Lin Xichan pounced on Deng Yuanjue, who was already injured in the fork in the road, the figure was surging, and some people rushed towards the straight road, among which there was a silent but fast speed, there was a cloud-swallowing monk in an iron robe, Sikong Nan also glanced over there, and finally decided to kill Fang Qifo first. On the other side of the mountain road, someone put down a torch and lit something.

The moment the cold hair stood up, something swallowed the sound, and the Yun-swallowing monk was still running, and suddenly, a pillar of light whistled through the side of his body, and behind Sikong Nan, the pillar of light flew over.

There was a loud bang, like thunder in the mountains in the dark night, the firelight expanded with the explosion, and the fireball that flew over a hundred meters exploded in the crowd in an instant, and the body of a master under Sikong Nan was directly exploded, and a companion next to him was blown away. The sound echoed, the firelight was speckled, and the people next to them fell crookedly.

On the chair at the end of the straight, Ning Yi's ears were buzzed by the sound of firing, he squinted his eyes, covered his ears with a distorted face, and not far from the side, the cannon barrel made of elm broke away from the hasty suppression of the stone and flew directly into the sky, when Ning Yi looked back, the elm fell and smashed the body of a horse behind him, smashing the horse to the ground, and ran away crookedly after getting up.

Ning Yi waved his finger, and he didn't know if the person next to Lu Dao could hear it: "Record the effect, the next one." ”

The explosion of this cannonball produced a huge shock, for a while, everyone seemed quiet, the war horse was restless and neighing, and the people who were knocked down began to get up: "Boom thunder......

"Palm Thunder?"

"Hex ......"

The people who were originally fighting began to become chaotic, at this time, the people of the criminal department gathered on the hillside, the people of Sikong Nan and Lin Xichan gathered in the mountain road, and many green forest masters scattered all sides, one by one, and even first-class figures such as Sikong Nan and Lin Xichan who were enough to stand side by side with Zhou Dong in the mountain road gathered here, and the originally determined situation began to become uncertain at the moment when there were only more than 30 people left on Fang Baihua's side.

The existence of the heart demon Ning Yi, at this moment, finally turned into a real and thick shadow and pressed down. put everyone on the stage of confrontation. (To be continued......)

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