Reaching out, Chong Daocheng's breath had disappeared, and his body was gradually getting cold from the cold night.
Fu Yunge stood up sadly and indignantly, and jumped up to the eaves. What he saw was the flames raging wildly inside Ju's winery, and the remains of Ju Lao who was dead but still clutching a pair of boots resolutely.
The world became more silent at this moment, and the tragic situation in front of him made Fu Yunge's ears buzz.
He almost fainted. So many living lives were turned into dead souls in the blink of an eye. How could he want to believe that this was true? Everything seems like a cruel dream.
But this was all reality, and it was happening right in front of his eyes.
He wanted to cry and retreat before, but now facing all this, he has given up such thoughts.
Fu Yunge then slapped his cheeks a few times to force himself to wake up. He reluctantly drew out his sword and flew after Mu Xuehua in the direction he left. He wanted to make the evildoers pay the price.
The night rain was pouring down, stirring up a hazy layer of mist on the river.
The sight was extremely poor at this time. Dongfang Shiming was trying to rock the boat while identifying the direction, and was almost at Pazhuang.
Still some distance away, Dongfang Shiming saw the noisy fire on the other side of the mountain through the rain curtain. The dark night burned into a dim brown-red color, which made Dongfang Shiming's heart sink.
Before reaching the shore, Dongfang Shiming anxiously left the boat pole and jumped ashore. The waves were raging behind him, and as soon as he landed, he immediately smelled a dangerous murderous aura.
It's Mu Xuehua here.
She originally planned to leave by boat here, but she saw a young man about the same age as Fu Yunge blocking the shore out of curiosity.
Several interceptions left her with little patience. After all, the Holy Envoy was still waiting for Golden Wind Peony, and this matter must not be delayed.
Dongfang Shiming sensed that the person coming was unkind, so he couldn't help but roll up two bright silver folding fans from his sleeves into his hands, and started to fight. The silver light reflects the mist on the river, making it look sharp and blurry.
Mu Xuehua didn't need to say anything more, her body moved slightly, and in an instant she flashed out several hidden weapons to attack.
However, Dongfang Shiming was not like Chong Daocheng who had just fought a battle, and his physical strength was not greatly exhausted. He swiped sideways and dodged the hidden weapon.
Seeing that the hidden weapon was ineffective, Mu Xuehua pulled out a slender soft sword from her leg. This became her weapon.
She took a few steps forward, stepped over a puddle, and started fighting with Dongfang Shiming.
Fu Yunge kept running wildly on the mountain road, the sword in his hand like a hiking pole, supporting his increasingly weak body.
In fact, it was hard for him to hold on anymore. He had consumed a lot of energy, and with the blowing rain at night, he felt that his body was already as hot as coals, and his eyes were a little dizzy. With every step I took, my feet felt as light as if I were stuck in a mire.
Tong Niu, Chong Daocheng, Ju Wuzhu and Ju Lao, so many familiar people died because of Jiuche Xiaoying. At this moment, his heart was constantly filled with pain like a knife. His consciousness told himself that he could not fall down. He still had a mission to complete.
So even though his mind was getting dizzy and his strength was losing little by little, he didn't dare to stop.
His foot fell in the air, and a deep puddle was hidden in the darkness, causing him to fall again. But then he bent his elbow and grabbed the sword, stood up, wiped his muddy face carelessly, and continued to catch up step by step.
In the fierce battle on the shore, the superiority of the two people has gradually been determined.
Mu Xuehua's soft sword was as messy as electricity, and it screamed in the darkness of the night. Dongfang Shiming has been on the defensive, the silver fan and soft sword dazzling like butterflies flying in the abyss.
Dongfang Shiming was forced to retreat step by step, and the pain in his legs also came in waves. I'm afraid there were already several scratches.
The two people's moves are like playing chess but more dangerous. In such an environment where it is difficult to distinguish the five fingers of the hand, the only way to avoid being overwhelmed by the opponent's moves is to concentrate on them.
But he also knew very well that if this continued, it would be difficult for him to survive.
Mu Xuehua was good at martial arts. Even if he couldn't see clearly the direction of the fight, he could tell Dongfang Shiming's direction just by the noise other than the sound of rain. After several rounds, she gradually felt confident that in a few moments, she would let Dongfang Shiming's blood stain the river.
"Drink!" Suddenly, Mu Xuehua turned around.
The moment she lured Dongfang Shiming to attack, she flipped her soft sword around her chest and stabbed back. The sword carried full Yuan Gong and hit Dongfang Shiming's hard-to-prevent left shoulder!
"stop!"
There was a hoarse roar from behind, followed by a long sword striking through the night wind!
Mu Xuehua heard that the flying sword was going to pierce her Mingmen point, so she hurriedly withdrew the move and moved the sword in a roundabout way, blocking the green light in the night and flicking it out.
It was Fu Yunge who arrived in time.
He raised his hand and wiped a handful of wet hair covering his forehead, and shouted loudly: "Devil, it's hard for you to fly today!"
Mu Xuehua found out that it was the young man from before, and her vigilance in her heart was slightly reduced. She knew very well that this young man was already lacking in strength. Even if he came here now, he would probably not be a threat to her.
Through the layers of rain, Mu Xuehua did not reply to him, but just snorted contemptuously.
There is an opponent in front of her and behind her, but she is also very close to the dock and the ship, so it shouldn't be a big problem.
"Watch the move!" Fu Yunge ran over with all his strength.
Dongfang Shiming also made corresponding moves, regardless of the injury on his leg, and once again opened the rain-covered fan.
Mu Xuehua's eyes suddenly became much fiercer. This was her determination to take risks. Seeing both of them coming towards her, she suddenly separated her steps and jumped into the air lightly.
Fu Yunge endured his poor physical condition and once again used all his strength to fly upward. Dongfang Shiming saw that he was exhausted, so he folded his hands and opened the double fans to use as steps for Fu Yunge to step up.
The cooperation of the two successfully allowed Fu Yunge to keep up with Shangmu Xuehua's speed.
However, Mu Xuehua had long expected that he would follow him. At that moment, without waiting for Fu Yunge to make a move, she suddenly spun around in the air and took advantage of the situation to aim at the just right gap between him and suddenly lucked out. With enough strength to reach his knees, he raised his leg and pushed Fu Yunge out of the air!
Fu Yunge had already run out of energy, and suddenly received an unexpected impact on his abdomen. He couldn't even put up any defense now.
He only felt that the meridians all over his body were as uncomfortable as fire. The long-term consumption finally made his consciousness fall into coma. Mu Xuehua's blow caused him to fall diagonally towards the dock, and finally fell heavily onto a small raft.
The river waves continued to surge and the sudden collision caused the rope of the small raft to snap. With the surging river water, the raft floated into the distance of the waves carrying the unconscious Fu Yunge.
Dongfang Shiming was taken aback, and just as he was about to resist, Mu Xuehua's flying figure suddenly arrived, and before he landed, he kicked out fiercely, hitting Dongfang Shiming's heart.
He rolled straight backwards, rolled down the dock, and hit the back of his head on another raft, and he was immediately unconscious.
The raft floated on the foam on the river bank, and the raft following Fu Yunge also flowed away along the river. The river wind screamed sadly, and the two rafts swayed quietly, riding on the fishy rain, and escaping into the confused darkness on the other side with the lonely nocturne.
Mu Xuehua slowly walked to the shore. She touched the Golden Wind Peony on her waist and smiled evilly, like a monster in the red night.
After a moment of silence, she also jumped onto a fishing boat, set aside the long pole, and slowly sailed downstream under the cover of a thin oil-covered awning.
Silence returned to Pazhuang Pier. It's just that the sad wind has been lingering here for a long time, hesitating and weeping helplessly.
The miserable rain is confusing, and the howling wind stirs up uneasy waves. Due to the fire and noise in Chaoyun Street, the Gu family winery was also burned down. There are mourners all over the place, and even if it rains at night, it can't wash away the stench that fills the air.
The reflections at both ends of the mountain gradually blurred, and everything seemed to melt into the rainy night. Cangshan Mountain and Cangjiang River were silent. In the haziness in the distance, there seemed to be a solitary bird wailing in the dry forest. The mournful cry spread far away and echoed for a long time in the mountain gorges where the waves were beating.
Even further away, raindrops hit the waves and rub against the endless Cangjiang River. Everything is blurred by the dim night. The overlapping mountain shadows separate reality and illusion, and the red flames in the two places look like bonfires flickering under the gloom.
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