In the dark low clouds, lightning illuminated the gap between heaven and earth, and another "lotus" exploded from the clouds.
Scattered around Pingye, blocking every Daokoujin ferry, the large number of White Lotus cultists, like hyenas smelling the smell of blood, swarmed in the direction of the "Lotus" rising.
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The rain became more intense, and the thunder and fireworks were swallowed up by the rain in the blink of an eye, and the world returned to darkness.
Suddenly.
"call out."
Amidst the sound of breaking through the sky, a stream of light penetrated the rain curtain and stopped in a depression filled with mud and water. The light spread out a hundred steps, illuminating the streaks of rain in the air.
If you look closely, you will see that the body of the streamer is actually a hand-sized, mechanical kingfisher made of fine iron parts. On the hollow breast of the bird, a fluorite shines with dazzling light.
The name of this trap bird is "Night Bird", which comes from the prison of the imperial court and is specially used by the Zhenfu Division to pursue arrests at night. In the past, I don't know how many green forest heroes have been chased to the sky and the earth, but the situation has changed, and now it is the turn of the people of Zhenfusi to taste its power.
As soon as the bird hovered, a series of intensive sounds of horse hooves followed.
"Hush!"
After a few whistles, a dozen knights broke into this small depression, and dozens of horse hooves made the water even more turbid. The leader was none other than Cheng Liang, who betrayed his friends in pursuit of glory. He drove his horse and observed the surroundings for a while, and his expression became increasingly gloomy. He whistled again, calling the bird to him, and using the light, he turned over and dismounted, groped in the muddy water a few times, and then lifted a body out of the water.
"Another step too slow!"
As early as the first White Lotus fireworks rose into the sky, Pingye's White Lotus Zuo Envoy and the old man realized that although they failed in Pingye City, the idle chess they laid out had a miraculous effect.
When they entered the city this time, they only bothered with the famous masters, and left the vast majority of the congregants gathered. They only asked them to divide into small groups and disperse, either squatting or wandering around Pingye, and gave strict orders. As soon as they encounter Yan Xinglie, they will issue a firework warning, and as soon as the fireworks are lit up, everyone must rush to the place where the fireworks are raised.
Due to the disorganized organization, even the senior officials of the White Lotus Sect in Pingye City did not know how many members there were who had been summoned from various places. But what is clear is that the church outside the city is just a ragtag group. Even if there are a few masters mixed in, they are definitely no match for Yan Xinglie and the Taoist priests. They can only hope to expose Yan Xinglie's traces and hinder them slightly. Their footsteps would allow the masters of the White Lotus Sect to catch up in time.
However, galloping on a rainy night is both difficult and dangerous.
Eager to make amends, Cheng Liang took the initiative to ask for orders and led his close men and a dozen White Lotus Sect masters who were good at equestrianism as a vanguard to pursue Yan Xinglie.
Unexpectedly, just after leaving Pingye, the lotus flowers in the sky exploded. He had gone through many twists and turns with his men and horses, but he still failed every time. What was waiting for him was always a mess of corpses, which made him even more angry and anxious.
If Yan Xinglie is gone, no matter it is the White Lotus Sect or the Zhenfu Division, there will be no place for him to establish himself.
"Hey, this person..."
The person who spoke was a general under Cheng Liang. Since he was a local who was familiar with the route, he was taken with him. This time, he imitated Cheng Liang and fished out a corpse from the muddy water. After looking at it for a while, he said in surprise. The sound comes.
"Isn't this Xiang Sheng, the second in charge of Black Wind Village, the Hundred-Armed Sword?"
This Black Wind Village is a group of bandits near Pingye. The twelve leaders in the village are powerful figures. With their superb martial arts skills and the courage to fight and charge, they have repelled the army's attacks several times. Such a person can be regarded as a powerful person in this place, but he didn't expect that he was actually a secret agent of the White Lotus Sect.
"Hiss..." The commander-in-chief took a breath, "This is really awesome!"
At this time, the men worked hard and fished out ten more corpses from the muddy water. Xiao Zongqi identified them one by one. All the twelve leaders in Heifeng Village were lying here. The notorious Black Wind Village in Pingye became a thing of the past overnight.
More than just...
Cheng Liang frowned and looked at the dead state of the body in his hands.
Unlike the general flag, he saw more. Know that what is powerful is not how many people you kill, but the way you kill them. The twelve corpses in front of them were different from those found several times before. There were no other unnecessary wounds on their bodies. They all had only one fatal wound, and they were all killed with one clean blow.
For example, the dead man in front of him only had his throat pierced by the tip of the sword, neither deep nor shallow, leaving only a small wound when he was about to die. Cheng Liang thought to himself that even if he tied someone to death, it would be extremely difficult to achieve such a result, let alone a brawl in a rainy night.
He looked at the remains of the corpse's expression before death, confused and frightened, and his heart sank.
Can those White Lotus cultists really hinder the opponent's progress? Can I really catch up? Even if they catch up, can they be their opponents?
Just at this moment, another firework rose in the night sky not far away.
Cheng Liang got excited, wiped the rain off his face, and got on his horse.
"Chase!"
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About half an hour.
Cheng Liang and his team braved the wind and rain to reach their destination, which was located on a gentle slope in a dense forest. Unfortunately, just like the previous times, the bearded man and the Taoist priest had already escaped, leaving only corpses on the ground.
But this time, when everyone looked at the scene, their expressions were a little unnatural.
Looking around, you can see the upper body that had been cut off in half and hanging on a tree; the headless corpse with its head smashed fell on the roadside; the belly was cut open and swollen by the rain; the body and head were separated and mixed together indistinguishably...
If it was an art exhibition of killing before, this place is a living slaughterhouse.
The red rainwater covered the horse's hooves, and after a brief silence.
Cheng Liang drove his horse into the field and approached the only "living person" in the field, a man who had been pierced through the chest by a broken spear shaft and was nailed to a tree trunk to survive.
Cheng Liang came closer and his expression moved slightly.
Fortunately, he also knew this person. He was the manager of a powerful family in Pingye. This powerful family combined land and land to form a stronghold to protect themselves, and also organized a group of regiments, which were led by this person. In the previous campaign against Black Wind Village, the government recruited local warriors from various major clans, who led their subordinates to train in regiments and also joined the army.
Oh, no wonder the officers and soldiers were defeated.
He drove his horse closer, pulled the man's hair, and shouted:
"Where's Yan Xinglie?"
The man's eyelids moved, he opened his mouth and spat out some inaudible words. Cheng Liang frowned and leaned forward to listen. Unexpectedly, the man coughed up blood, which poured into Cheng Liang's ears, and there was no more sound.
"waste."
Cheng Liang was furious, tore it off the tree, plunged it into the muddy water, and trampled it many times with his horse before calming down the unknown fire raging in his heart. He looked at the scattered corpses in the field with a sullen face...Slowly, the expression on his face changed from anger to confusion, then from confusion to thinking, and finally to ecstasy.
How was the death on the field? Cruel? Yes, a wounded beast is always more dangerous.
However, this means that he is tired, his hands are soft, and the knife is deflected, and he cannot maintain the precise and efficient killing!
The prey finally showed its flaws.
"boom."
Another lotus bloomed in the sky.
This time, it's very close!
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Yan Xinglie swept the heavy sword in his hand and cut a fanatical White Lotus cultist into two pieces. Then he heard the messy sound of strings, and several archers suddenly appeared in the grass more than ten steps away, shooting at them with a burst of arrows.
"The wind is coming."
Li Changan made his decision together, and the strong wind swept back the chaotic rain, sweeping away all the arrows. Yan Xinglie took the opportunity to break into the crowd, and the heavy sword in his hand was spinning, and his limbs were flying with flesh and blood.
So another fight came to an end.
The Taoist priest stood leaning on his sword, letting the rain wash away the blood on the sword while he took the opportunity to breathe in embarrassment.
Since the encounter with the seven White Lotus Sect swordsmen, they failed to stop the lotus-shaped fireworks, which seemed to have stung a hornet's nest. In this dark rainy night, there are always small groups of White Lotus Sect troops suddenly appearing, ranging from a few people to dozens of people, killing and beheading them like mosquitoes.
The two of them fought and retreated all the way. They couldn't tell their direction in the darkness. They could estimate that the direction was roughly east. When encountering White Lotus Sect troops, sometimes they can avoid them, sometimes they can't reach them and they can't hit them head-on, sometimes they can stop them from launching fireworks, sometimes they can't and they have to fight hard.
Along the way, Yan Xinglie threw away the cloak that represented the identity of the Zhenfu Secretary. Because the cloak had been soaked by the rain and was as heavy as a piece of lead iron, he could no longer bear it. When Li Changan took the head, his hands became more and more sluggish. Astringent, I don’t know if it’s because my hands are soft or my sword is blunt.
The Taoist priest regained some strength, then turned around and pulled out a sheep from the bush cage on the side. The sheep was stupid and stupid, standing there without barking or moving. The Taoist priest held the rope and followed it obediently.
This sheep is naturally the saint that the White Lotus Sect is looking for. Thanks to the sheepskin cover, the White Lotus Sect members who bumped into it along the way did not know where it was, otherwise they would have been snatched away in the chaos.
The two men repaired briefly and set off as soon as possible.
Suddenly.
A bolt of lightning exploded, outlining a figure wearing a bamboo hat about two hundred steps away.
Yan Xinglie picked up a short bow on the spot, and Li Changan held on to the hilt of the sword.
"You two, wait a moment, I don't mean you any harm."
The man raised his hands to indicate that he had no weapons in his hands. He slowly approached and then raised his bamboo hat. God rewarded him with a thunder light, which illuminated his face clearly.
"It's you……"
Yan Xinglie frowned and moved to stand in front of the sheep... This person was the scholar he met in the Monster Manor with the intention of assassinating the White Lotus Saint.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came here specifically to help you two. But now it seems that I have a lot of troubles. With your abilities, these rabble can't stop you two..."
"That's not right. Pindao's arms are very sore right now."
On this rainy night, there were still many White Lotus cultists lurking, so they had no time to talk to him in such polite words. The Taoist priest interrupted him unceremoniously.
"If a scholar has something to say, he might as well say it clearly."
"The Taoist priest speaks quickly."
The scholar was not upset and just bowed his hand.
"In this case, I will tolerate my rudeness. You two must also know that although the journey was smooth and unstoppable, what you encountered..." The scholar pointed at the corpse of the White Lotus Cultist with a look of disdain. "...It's just a rabble."
"Although the masters of the White Lotus Sect were transferred to Pingye City by the two of them, as soon as the fireworks went up, the two plots were exposed. The masters of the White Lotus Sect may catch up at any time. I am afraid that the two of them will not be able to fight with both fists. Four enemies..."
The Taoist priest and the bearded man were silent. Although they didn't know where the scholar got the information, what he said was true.
Seeing that the two people did not refute, the scholar said solemnly:
"I have a plan that will not only get you two out of trouble, but also catch all the White Lotus Sect elites who are chasing after you. In this way, there will be no more obstacles on the eastward journey... Now, it depends on whether you two can trust me? "
Yan Xinglie remained speechless, and the scholar turned his attention to Li Changan.
"Do not believe."
The Taoist priest responded calmly.
"However, there is no other way to deal with this situation. You might as well talk about it and listen to it."
