In just two steps, Yuan Huan felt like he had walked for a long time.

With a look from Murong Xing, those subordinates who were still smearing themselves quickly moved out of the way, and the crowd took the initiative to create a gap around Yuan Huan and Lu Fanrou.

The bonfire was bright, and the orange-red light shone on people's faces with varying brightness. These people put away their envious and sarcastic expressions, and their eyes secretly showed a little more caution around them.

Under the indifferent gaze of everyone, Yuan Huan looked down from a high position. The chivalrous woman who used to be so aloof was kneeling under him in such a humiliating posture, her shoulders shaking, and when she sobbed, it was like crying. It was indeed nice to hear, but how could it sound like that? It's the death knell.

Yuan Huan glanced around. The middle-class people who could wear silver hibiscus clothes had cold eyes. Yuan Huan smiled and reached out to lift up Lu Fanrou's skirt.

At this moment, the bonfires under the heavy fog of the night blew in the direction of Yuan Huan, and a sword energy swept over him.

The sound of swords being unsheathed could be heard all around. Yuan Huan smiled dejectedly, turned around and sat on the ground, and glanced at the woman beside him, as if it was just who was suffering.

Yuan Huan's right hand, which was completely broken at the elbow, was shaking more and more violently, and he glanced at Murong Xing.

Like people of your parents' generation, guarding the crops and living a peaceful life, isn't it not bad?

The sword energy was cold and piercing the thick night sky. When it was approaching the outside of the encirclement, the expert who had been waiting for a long time jumped out first and stopped directly in front of the sword energy.

It's a pity that this man really underestimated this sword energy. He only tore off his disguise when he met him, the first person who blocked the way. His ferocious appearance suddenly appeared, and the sword energy that should have been weakened suddenly sharpened and became faster than before. Double the amount, directly cutting off the person blocking the way.

The companion died on the spot, allowing the others to guess what state the incoming person was in. Among the people who planned to block the sword energy, some people retreated voluntarily, and the person who was standing at the front directly blocked the front.

This person was the one who first touched Lu Fanrou.

He looked extremely indifferent, put away the sarcastic smile on his face, put both hands on the handle of the knife at his waist, and with a clang sound, the long and narrow scimitar cut a clear arc from top to bottom. The bonfire beside him was all for A shock.

The true energy surged, and Dao Gang finally collided with the sword energy.

The sword energy illuminated the face. This third-level master, nicknamed "The Scimitar" in the Sky Hunt, did not have enough momentum for the arc of the sword, so he took three steps back. The soil splashed under his feet, his chest heaved violently, and he let out a loud roar. While exhaling the turbid air, the true energy was exhaled along the blade, and he swung two sword swords in succession. The sword energy that rushed to the front door was finally exhausted.

The sword energy is not as good as the blade, and there is no advantage from the momentum. On the contrary, it will be lost due to the distance. However, this sword energy unexpectedly has the advantage of the momentum. Not to mention, it takes him three swords to resist it. The scimitar. The guest's face must be solemn.

It's not like he hasn't fought with this person before. Most of the time the opponent would get entangled and then retreat after a single blow, which made him somewhat contemptuous.

"It's Xu Zuo." Geng Jian glanced at Murong Xing, who shook his head.

Seeing that the swordsman was in danger of catching a turtle in an urn, the scimitar man originally wanted to withdraw and take a few steps back, instead of being the person blocking the sword.

As soon as the sword light came, but after the sword energy dissipated, it clung to him again. He hated him so much that he was itching his teeth. He didn't care about his master's demeanor and just hoped that the boat would not capsize in the gutter tonight. He quickly looked at his colleagues who used to drink and chat happily. , those people were motionless, their eyes were exactly the same as when they looked at Yuan Huan before.

The clear sword kept stabbing, the long and narrow scimitar kept chopping, and the fire flickered. It was only at this time that everyone realized that the night seemed to be darker than before.

The man in front of him was the first to make moves against Lu Fanrou. Xu Zuo glanced behind the figure, feeling slightly reassured, and then struck harder with each sword, hoping to cut the man in front of him in half to relieve his anger.

"Bang" was another head-on collision.

Wen Wu was first, Wu Wu was second. Sword fighting has been talked about since ancient times. The long sword in Xu's left hand bent into a large arc, and the tip of the sword touched the scimitar's sword. In the blink of an eye, In the meantime, the long sword zigzagged back and forth three times, and the scimitar man took three steps back.

The last sword was still blocked by the blade. Xu Zuo was about to sheath the sword. The scimitar man's eyes were filled with light. His waist and hips sank, and his wrist turned to offset the force of the sword tip stabbing the blade. The blade was placed horizontally along the long sword. The blade of the sword was lifted back.

He really thought that the Scimitar was a vegetarian. Not only did these bullshit colleagues add insult to injury tonight, but even Murong Xing had no other instructions, so he had no choice but to fight desperately.

Thinking of this, the muscles of the scimitar's arm bulged, and all the energy flowed towards the blade, threatening to cut the guy in front of him into two pieces with a single slash.

Xu Zuo snorted coldly, but actually advanced instead of retreating. He let go of the tiger's mouth while retracting his elbow, and touched his fingers along the hilt of the sword. The sword energy suddenly moved towards the ground. The scimitar's blade struck the hilt and the sword. The place where the body is connected.

Xu Zuo, a skilled man, was so bold that he let go of his long sword with the tip of the sword pointing down. When it seemed like it was about to hit the ground, the sword that came forward still stopped between Xu Zuo's palms. Even Geng Jian couldn't bear it. Take another look.

The scimitar man sneered and blocked my sword. What next?

He shouted loudly, took two steps, and his true energy exploded into several sword blades on the blade, all of which fell on Xu Zuoli's palm, where the blade was no more than a sword away.

The sword was raging like a sword, as if several muffled thunders exploded in the palms of the two people's bodies.

The onlookers all applauded the scimitar man's move in their hearts, and when they took a step forward and wondered whether they could stop watching, no one expected that the change would happen so quickly.

Xu Zuo actually took the risk of having his hand blown apart by Dao Gang. He did not withdraw his hand and throw away the long sword. Instead, he stretched out his five fingers and held the hilt of the sword with incomparable indifference under the raging sword. When the true energy roared, his wrist Turning over, the sword kept jumping around the blade, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen sword energy was swung out.

The first few sword qi collided with the cracked Dao Gang Pi Lian, and the momentum became stronger. After all the remaining sword qi passed through the colliding sword qi and Dao Gang, the trajectory became unpredictable, just like the bleak and cold autumn wind in the wilderness after frost. , one after another hanging on the scimitar's arm and right half of the body.

The situation changed so quickly that even the master of the scimitar didn't react. Originally, his bayonet arm was thicker than an ordinary man's thigh. As a result, his flesh and blood dissipated in the air along with his tattered clothes, making him smaller. Circle, when he stared at this scene with wide eyes, the surprise in his heart came faster than the pain of peeling off the flesh.

Ten couldn't breathe, Xu's left and right hands were bloody, and the scimitar's entire arm was completely useless. Xu Zuo took a step forward and was about to chop off the opponent's dog's head with a sword, but was blocked by a bright sword energy.

The sword energy landed three feet below his feet. If he insisted on moving forward, the lower half of his body would be cut off.

Xu Zuo glanced coldly at the scimitar man who was shrinking into the crowd. His chest rose and fell slightly as he looked at the increasingly tight crowd.

Geng Jian said coldly: "The sword in your hand and the shape and spirit of the sword in your heart are one, and you will become more and more proficient in wielding the sword with your heart. You can die by my sword."

Xu Zuo snorted coldly. He and Geng Jian were really old friends meeting each other.

Without looking in the direction where the Valley Master and Uncle Master and the others were hiding, Xu Zuo silently waited for the time for the spirit mist array to take effect. Murong Xing waved his hand in front of him, but still did not instruct his men to swarm up and capture Xu Zuo, and took two steps forward. , said with a smile: "Xu Zuo, your master accepted you as his disciple, and I briefly gave you guidance a few times. Why draw your sword against me?"

"Bah, you are such a scheming villain. You can only plot against my master, but you still want to pretend to be a good person in front of me?" Xu Zuo's face was filled with anger, and he glanced at Geng Jian intentionally or unintentionally.

He kept in mind Huai Fenghua's arrangement. Once the Spiritual Mist Array came into effect, he would be in charge of the second-grade Geng Jian.

Murong Xing noticed this detail, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked casually: "Are you looking for your master?"

He waved the crowd apart, revealing Huai Cao Shi and Bai Jia He, who had their hands tied behind their backs.

"Master and sister." As soon as Xu Zuo saw that the two of them were tied up, he didn't care to wait any longer and rushed towards Huai Cao Shi.

Geng Jian tightened his grip on the sword and was about to block it when he stopped again. Of all the people present, he was the only one who noticed that Murong Xing had moved.

This time, Xu Zuo rushed to Huai Cao Shi very smoothly. The man who was guarding Hua Cao Shi took a few steps back and smiled at Geng Jian.

Huai Cao Shi had a look of helplessness and annoyance, and before he could utter a warning, Xu Zuo, who had been cloned in an instant, even if he could react, the flow of his energy would not help, and he was slapped on the back by Murong Xing and jumped forward.

He was still trying to turn around in the air, but Murong Xing, who had easily followed him, pointed out his fingers. The energy in his body was instantly blocked, and he crawled to the ground with a pop.

Murong Xing dragged Xu Zuo by the collar all the way to Huai Cao Shi. Ignoring Huai Cao Shi's extremely cold eyes, he threw Xu Zuo in front of Huai Cao Shi and said with a smile: "You're pretty good at recruiting apprentices, you idiot." Your heart is priceless.”

Huai Caoshi stretched out her hand to check Xu Zuo's injuries.

"Don't worry, I was very measured in my actions. I just sealed his Qi-moving acupoints."

It was not without reason that Murong Xing was able to devour Huai Cao Shi's lineage. The two fell in love with each other at the beginning. Huai Cao Shi had a clear and simple mind, and exchanged sincerity for sincerity. Murong Xing knew very well the Baicao Sword Classic that Xu Zuo practiced. of.

"What do you want to do tonight?"

"Didn't you see it?"

Murong Xing pointed at Xu Zuo, who was knocked away by his palm and then unconscious.

With his hands tied behind his back, Huai Caoshi left his apprentice, who was fine for the time being, and walked towards Lu Fanrou. When he passed by Murong Xing, he said, "You used Fanrou to force that silly boy Xu Zuo out. Now it's time for me to change." ?”

"After all, junior sister is closer to me."

The crowd separated among themselves, and Huai Cao Shi walked solemnly with her hands behind her back. When she walked to Lu Fanrou, she motioned Yuan Huan, who was speechless, to get out of the way. She sat directly on the floor, ignoring all the complicated and incomprehensible looks around her, without saying a word.

Among the people present, there were more Tianshou than the soldiers of Suzaku City, and most of them were the core members wearing silver hibiscus uniforms. At this time, they all looked at someone's back, with vague meanings of refugees in their eyes.

Everyone says that you, sir, are a model of righteousness and annihilation of relatives. Why have you been postponing it for several days and are you still pretending?

There is no poison and no husband. Those who have achieved great things since ancient times have been informal.

They would not dare to say these words in front of Murong Xing even to death, but it was okay to curse in their hearts. Even if Murong Xing still asked them to torture this woman with the least valuable status, they would not show any objection at all.

But when Geng Jian also turned to look at Murong Xing, he raised his head and took a deep breath before finally speaking.

"Since you insist on this, then I will grant it to you."