The sword rises and falls in one go.
The head held in the man's hand fell to the ground, and Fu Yunge immediately saw that it was Yan Yang's head.
He felt a sadness in his heart, and when he saw Lu Lu not far away who was lost in thought, he nodded to Tumi behind him, and the two of them quietly moved forward.
Tumi was still extremely frightened when he saw the headless corpse. But seeing Lu Lu so sad, she didn't care that she was afraid.
"It's okay, you're safe." Fu Yunge knelt down and soothed in a low voice.
Tumi took out a small handkerchief from his clothes and gently wiped away her tears. Lu Lu still looked a little dull, but he held Yan Yang's cold hand tightly and refused to let go.
Fu Yunge looked at her and felt the same sadness. They arrived a step too late and failed to save the lovers.
Suddenly, I looked up and saw the densely packed masts in the river not far away, starting to flow into the distance.
The firelight is also leaving visibly to the naked eye, and the ruins of Shuanggan Town are becoming dim. Blood filled the air, and even the wind was mixed with the smell of sadness.
"They are leaving." Fu Yunge murmured as he looked at the slowly moving mast.
Worried, the two carried Lu Lu to a safe place and hurried outside.
At this moment, outside the Nine Camp General's camp, Poinsettia and others succeeded in the night attack. Seeing that the miscellaneous soldiers were defeated, they were about to return in triumph.
Yue Shenchen and Kou Wufu guarded the main entrance of Jiubang General Camp, and the huge archway quickly turned into scorched earth. Still following the strategy of mainly capturing alive, they brought a lot of antidotes, which came in handy.
Since Poinsettia no longer needed to take action, she leaned on her sword and looked at the night sky outside the blood mist.
The blood mist obscured the starry field. Poinsettia's eyes quickly became tired after looking at them, and she gently raised her hand to rub her eyes.
The capture of Jiubang General Camp went very smoothly. But he didn't feel at ease. Jiuchongquan was not guarded here as expected. Could Jiuche Xiaoying be planning another conspiracy?
In addition, apart from the immediate matters, he was also concerned about Fu Yunge.
With the internal strength of "The Thirteenth Book of Yunji", he is no longer slow to advance. With the Rubbing Cloud Palm and Piaomiao Sword, he should be safe.
In addition, he considered Fu Yunge's talent. If the practice of "The Thirteenth Book of Yunji" is completed, then Fu Yunge's martial arts will be able to get a glimpse of a brand new path. Who knows what kind of fortune he will have in the future.
The sound of fighting not far away gradually stopped, just like the autumn wind gradually stopped. Poinsettia planned to turn around and return, but at this moment, his heart suddenly trembled.
In the distant sky... although the darkness and blood haze did not disperse, there was a faint red light flashing.
Poinsettia secretly felt an ominous feeling in her heart. He immediately looked over there and was surprised to see that the red light was exactly where they came from.
Such light cannot appear without reason.
In other words... it's very possible that something happened in Shuanggan Town!
On the other side, in Zuichen Township, the hanging lamp monk led a group of people to explore the source of the blood mist, but still could not reach it.
The blood mist gradually thickened, and I couldn't see my fingers. The dark and gloomy front was filled with chaos, and faint ghost roars could be heard from time to time.
We have already turned around the Yixia Kongtong Peak, where is the seal previously concluded by the three religions, but the Blood Mist Ghost Cry is too powerful to withstand, and the fragile seal has long been eaten away to the point of dilapidation. Seeing this, the hanging lamp monk's kind eyebrows gradually condensed, and he held the rosary beads tightly in his palms.
Gradually, as the leading eminent monk of the Buddhist sect in the lower world, he became sensitive to the ghostly atmosphere of death that filled the air.
"Such a painful scene in hell has probably tortured countless innocent people." He stood on the bow of the ship, his cassock fluttering and his eyebrows flowing.
Zui Chenxiang nodded. He sat in the cabin drinking wine, but unfortunately the blood mist mixed into the wine gourd, spoiling the taste of the fine wine.
The cabin was clear from both ends, and Zui Chenxiang could see that the front was blurry, so he simply didn't look at it. Turning his head to look at the road he came from, he couldn't help but let out a low "Huh".
It seemed... that he was dazzled.
The night fell in the distance, but it didn't look like there was darkness ahead. In addition to the color of the stern boat lights, he seemed to also see some... hazy firelight.
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In Shuanggan Town, the ruins riddled with holes were already blazing with flames.
After the massacre was almost clean, Jiuche Xiaoying's soldiers continued to pour out all the grease according to the agreed instructions. With the sound of cannons from the moored fireships, the ruins of Shuanggan Town instantly turned into a sea of flames.
"Tumi! Ahem...go save people first!"
Fu Yunge and Tumi were walking through it, and the enemy troops had begun to retreat gradually. It's just that senior Lang Chenyan is nowhere to be seen. He may have gone to fight elsewhere.
The fire was hot, burning their skin. They had just rescued a few more people, but before they were properly resettled, those hateful guys set the entire village on fire.
Fu Yunge and Tumi first found the house that had not been set on fire and cleaned up the flammable debris around it. In this way, the fire will not burn this place temporarily, and it can be used as a refuge for everyone.
There was a raging fire outside, and Fu Yunge ran to the door. His eyes were suddenly dazzled, as if he was seeing the night in Pima Village.
Tumi left in response, and he couldn't stop. Thinking of Bai Wuque and Lu Lu, he immediately turned around and ran to the other side.
After bypassing the large swath of flames, Fu Yunge's heart was burning like a fire, and he was extremely anxious.
Suddenly, he was just trying to avoid the blazing fire, but he almost tripped over his feet. After taking a closer look, it turned out that there were a large number of corpses lying around, which showed that a fierce battle had taken place here.
However, there are more familiar clothes inside. Fu Yunge endured his grief and moved forward past them.
However, the moment he turned his head, a more familiar and friendly piece of clothing came into view. His knees suddenly felt weak and he almost fell down.
"It's...Mr. Gongsun!!"
He let out a cry of sorrow and staggered towards the corpse.
Gongsun Tan was crushed to death by Xiao Wuye before, and was thrown from the air, landing in front of him. Fu Yunge quickly picked him up, but saw many blood stains on his face, and he had no breath at all.
The fire was fierce, and the red color danced around his cheeks.
Fu Yunge couldn't control the pain in his heart anymore. He clenched and unclenched his fists until the marks of his five fingers were revealed on the back of his hands.
Gongsun Tan is dead. Another of his old comrades passed away.
The surroundings seemed to be very cooperative and became extremely quiet. There was only the "cracking" sound of the flame, warm and heart-wrenching, just like that night when he was sitting in the back mountain camp, drinking in front of the campfire.
At that time, the cup of turbid wine was delivered by Gongsun Tan. It was burning and my throat hurt, but it was extremely warm, like the sunset.
Now, the picture is still there yesterday, but it is no longer within reach.
Two lines of tears slid down his cheeks, half of them evaporated by the high temperature around him.
After thinking for a moment, Fu Yunge gritted his teeth, his eyes were like fire, and he stood up angrily.
