The chaotic rain is like an arrow, flying towards the face.
Cheng Liang just lowered the brim of his iron helmet to prevent the rain from hitting the corners of his eyes, and let the strong wind pull his cloak straight, and the flying raindrops hit it, making bursts of water splash.
Amid the heavy sound of horse hooves behind him, there was a sudden cry of surprise, followed by several horses' neighs accompanied by human screams.
Without looking back, he knew that someone was unable to see clearly on the road in the rainy night, so he stumbled and fell off his horse.
Which number is this?
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he was quickly forgotten as fireworks rose rapidly from behind the hill in front. He straightened up, ignoring the rain hitting his face, waved his hand and shouted:
"Hurry! Hurry up!"
That was the third firework set off at the same location tonight, which meant that at least three teams unexpectedly encountered Yan Xinglie and his entourage in front; it meant that those White Lotus cultists, who were as insignificant as weeds, were finally entangled. The hands and feet of tired prey.
It means that the "prey" you are looking for is close at hand!
Strangely enough, the closer he got, the calmer Cheng Liang's mind became. This feels like going back to when he was on the battlefield. He, Yan Xinglie, and Li Kuiqi were known as the Three Tigers for their bravery. For countless days and nights, he galloped like this, and then killed the barbarians to pieces.
However, the person who fought alongside him back then... a majestic figure flashed in his mind, and a name he chewed repeatedly in his mouth, but he still didn't spit it out.
Just at this moment, another firework exploded on the cloud.
The fourth way!
"drive!"
Cheng Liang was so excited that he spurred his horse forward and immediately left the others behind. He wanted to take back the White Lotus Saint before anyone else.
"Xi Lv Lv"
With the war horse raising its head and roaring loudly, he rode across the hill, and the world suddenly became clear.
The rain gradually subsided, the chaotic clouds torn apart by the night wind flew across, and the half-waning moon appeared and disappeared from behind the clouds.
Behind the hill is a lowland with a wide view, in which the ruins of a large building complex lie. In the dim and uncertain moonlight, only a general and dark outline is revealed, undulating and spreading into the dark depths further away.
This is?
Cheng Liang was slightly startled by this unfamiliar ruins, but he soon stopped thinking. It doesn't matter where this place is, what matters is where Yan Xinglie is? Where is the White Lotus Saint?
Fortunately, he didn't need to spend more time searching. The scattered corpses in the mud guided his eyes to a slope at the front of the ruins.
The fighting on the slope was fierce, with more than a hundred White Lotus cultists surrounding Yan Xinglie and the other three. However, despite the huge disparity in numbers between the two sides, the side with the smaller number did have the upper hand, killing the White Lotus cultists and retreating steadily.
Among the mess of swords, guns, swords and halberds, the short-haired Taoist was dancing around, the long sword in his hand appearing and disappearing; the young man who looked like a scholar was holding a pair of iron rulers, as if he was very good at illusion. He just waved a spark from his hand, and turned around and scattered into a black smoke... Huh? Who is this?
According to the information Cheng Liang received, there was only one short-haired Taoist priest who was brave enough to get involved in Yan Xinglie's troubled waters. Where did a scholar who knew illusion appear from?
But that's not important, neither the scholar nor the ruins in the distance are important.
Cheng Liang's eyes were firmly fixed on the bear-like man in the crowd and the stupid sheep beside him.
"drive."
The horse spread its hooves under his whip. He stabilized the horse and pointed the tip of his spear at the majestic figure in the crowd.
The name that was almost chewed in his mouth finally burst out from between his teeth.
"Yan Xinglie!"
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The bearded man had already noticed the sound of horse hooves approaching quickly, and out of the corner of his eye, he even caught a glimpse of a horse riding in the wind and rain. However, the White Lotus cultists around him suddenly became more fearless and fearless of death, and rushed forward to entangle him with their flesh and blood bodies. hands, feet and sword blade.
Within a few breaths, several more corpses were added to the ground, and he finally found an opportunity to escape.
However.
The general turned around, and the bright tip of the spear was magnified infinitely before his eyes.
Between the lightning and flint.
Yan Xinglie swayed slightly with agility that was incompatible with his huge body, and the horse's spear that was supposed to pass through his chest fell into the empty space under his armpit. Then he stretched out his iron-like arms, and this man and horse-power A blow weighing more than a thousand kilograms was caught under his arm with one arm.
Cheng Liang felt as if he had hit a stubborn rock. He was unable to make any progress after just a slight sway. He watched as Ma Shan bent to a heart-stopping degree. Before he could let go, the "rock" exhaled and said:
"drink."
There was a sudden spin, and people and horses were swept away.
The horse flew straight for more than ten steps, landed on the ground and rolled several times. When it stopped, its limbs were severed, and blood foam gushed from its mouth and nose. It was obvious that it would not survive.
On the other hand, Cheng Liang, despite his huge body, was also surprisingly flexible. He got out of the saddle neatly in mid-air. Although he threw off his helmet, he rolled a few times to remove the force and stood up without any damage.
He took off his cloak that was soaked in mud and water, revealing the same Zhenfusi uniform as Yan Xinglie, and then drew the heavy sword at his waist... As a result, two giant men who seemed to be printed from the same mold stood in front of him. They faced each other in silence on this rainy night with corpses strewn across the field.
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Yan Xinglie looked at the old man across from him, whom he had depended on for life and death, with a complicated look on his face. Although he knew it would be useless, he couldn't help but ask.
"Why?"
Cheng Liang didn't answer, he just grinned and sneered "Sure enough."
"Why?"
This seemed like a rhetorical question, but also like a taunt.
"Why did you turn to the White Lotus Sect? Why did you betray the Zhenfu Division? Why... betrayed you?"
He dragged the heavy sword forward and walked forward. Following his movements, the night bird flapped its wings and hovered in the middle of the two people. The bright light spread out and drew a circular area in the dark night. The two of them stepped into it at the same time. It's like standing on a stage.
"I also want to ask why?"
Cheng Liang's voice was calm.
"Why am I stuck in this small county?"
"Why can't we only deal with mountain elves and wild monsters all year round?"
"Why can a mere seventh-grade county official yell at me?"
"Over the years, I have been thinking about why, even though I am very talented, why can't I get ahead, why can't I be prosperous and wealthy..."
He paused slightly, and there were some waves in his tone.
"...It wasn't until someone said something. I finally understood that what the imperial court can't give me, what the Zhenfu Division can't give me, and what you Yan Xinglie can't give me, the White Lotus Sect can!"
"Heh, I guess you must be thinking: Who is the one who gave me the message? That's right..."
A nasty smile appeared on Cheng Liang's face. He looked at Yan Xinglie's increasingly ugly face and said word by word:
"plum."
The first word.
Yan Xinglie was already in a state of excitement, and his beard, which was soaked in rainwater, spread out in anger.
"Qui."
The second word.
Yan Xinglie stepped hard, mud and water splashed, and people were ejected.
"strange."
The last word.
Yan Xinglie had already approached Cheng Liang, and with his thick sword that had been raised high, he slashed his head with the wind and rain.
"Boom."
The sound is like a big bell.
In the burst of sparks, the clash of two heavy swords stirred up invisible shock waves. The drizzle floating in the light was instantly expelled. Even the night bird hanging above the two people was overturned, and the light of fluorite suddenly shrank. , only reflected two completely different faces, one was furious, the other was sneering.
And, there are two heavy swords biting each other in front of the face, one is stained with blood, and the other is as clean as new.
"Crunchz."
Steel and steel strangled together, making a tooth-breaking sound, and then the two swords suddenly bounced away, and then, two warriors with strange powers made the same move.
Grasp the hilt of the sword and swing the blade.
The difference is that after a brief struggle, Yan Xinglie took a step forward, while Cheng Liang took a step back.
Of course.
One step can mean the difference between life and death.
Before Cheng Liang could swing his sword, Yan Xinglie's sword had already touched his chest and abdomen.
The next second, the skin was torn open and blood was flying everywhere!
But at that moment, Cheng Liang grinned.
"Succeeded."
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Cheng Liang lied. The magic weapons and talismans in Pingye Zhenfu Division were indeed used up, but the supplies allocated by the superiors arrived not tomorrow, but yesterday. Therefore, he can easily choose some small props, such as golden armor talismans, and then perform some deadly tricks.
It is true that Yan Xinglie is experienced in the world, but there are many things in the world that can make people lose their minds and fall into traps. For example, a name that is enough to make hatred pierce your heart.
I would like to ask, how many people in this world know Yan Xinglie better than him, brother Paoze, who lived and died together in the past?
as expected……
The edge of Yan Xinglie's sword was just a millimeter away from Liangzhi, and a shadow of the armor made of golden light suddenly appeared. In the blink of an eye, the phantom in golden armor was shattered by the sword's edge, but Yan Xinglie's sword was in vain and slid into the air, shattering a cloud of cold rain in vain.
to the opposite.
Cheng Liang's sword blade had already bitten Yan Xinglie's head.
"Ding."
A soft sound blended into the wind and rain, almost inaudible.
Cheng Liang's pupils shrank, and he saw a long sword stabbing out of the darkness silently. The tip of the sword was pressed against the hilt of the epee. With just one click, the trap he had set so painstakingly turned into a fantasy.
Amidst the sound of flapping wings, the night bird in the sky finally stabilized its figure, and the light spread again, revealing a tattered Taoist robe behind the long sword, and a pair of tired but still cold eyes.
It was Li Changan.
Almost at the same time.
The White Lotus cavalry that followed finally caught up, and a knight at the head even bypassed the three of them and galloped towards the White Lotus Saint in the sheepskin. That man was dressed in colorful clothes, but it was Sang Chong, the flower-picking thief, who wanted to seize him!
Yan Xinglie also woke up from his rage.
"Taoist Priest!"
Li Changan nodded slightly, and the bearded man waved his sword to force Chengliang back, then ignored him and turned around and rushed towards Sang Chong.
"Get out of the way."
Seeing this scene, Cheng Liang became even more anxious. This betrayal of his old friend was originally a surrender letter for him to defect to the White Lotus Sect. Unexpectedly, he was discovered by the Taoist priest, and instead he was tricked by the general. If someone else saves the Saint first now, how will he gain a foothold in the religion in the future? !
In a state of shock and anger, he didn't care whether his opponent's swordsmanship was superb or not, and he just wanted to force the Taoist back with a sword.
But he soon discovered that he was dead wrong!
The sword in the hand of the Taoist priest was not a piece of hard steel, but it was clearly a living spiritual snake. The tip of the sword was a snake's kiss, and the hilt was a snake's tail. It suddenly trembled in the air, shaken off the rain all over its body, and passed it around into a beam. The heavy sword flew towards him and was about to bite his throat.
The souls of Chengliang's dead appeared in great numbers.
Fortunately, the rest of the cavalry had already caught up. A stinking wind blew up, and a figure squeezed in between the two men. He was wearing heavy armor and had copper skin and iron bones. He was the iron corpse warrior under the grave boy.
Cheng Liang staggered back a few steps. Before he could let go of his tight heart, he saw a flash of green light disappear, and the fierce iron corpse warrior suddenly stopped moving.
Immediately afterwards, Dan saw the sword light burst out, and the fatal "snake kiss" was in front of him again.
In fear, Cheng Liang didn't dare to block with the heavy thing in his hand. He only had time to hold the talisman in his arms. Fortunately, the "Sitting Twilight Boy" was not the only one who came to help. A bronze lantern poked out from his ear, and the surrounding light suddenly dimmed. It seemed as if countless shadows gathered into threads, tightly holding the pursuing long sword. Wrap tightly.
However, the green light that had just been glimpsed reappeared.
Hazy as a firefly, as clear as a stream.
The shadow cast by the bronze lamp immediately melted away the ice and snow, and the sword edge wrapped in green light instantly occupied Cheng Liang's entire field of vision.
"Ding."
There was another soft sound, and the golden-armored shadow appeared again.
"Why."
The Taoist sighed with regret and retreated.
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"My lord! My lord!"
Hearing the call in his ears, Cheng Liang's eyes, which were distracted by the sword light, finally gathered together.
He saw his men pointing at the ruins and saying something anxiously to him. In the surroundings, the boy sitting on the tomb was jumping and cursing while holding the head of the iron corpse. The "strange shadow" looked at the missing copper lamp with an expressionless expression. In the distance, Sang Chong was just struggling out of the muddy water with his limp arms. And he stood up... And he himself was still covering his neck with his hands, as if the sword was not blocked by the golden armor talisman and penetrated his throat.
"grown ups."
The man called out again.
Cheng Liang finally came back to his senses. He let go of his hands and looked down at the scarlet stain on his palms. When he raised his head again, he saw that the three people had broken through the encirclement and disappeared into the depths of the ruins.
His face suddenly turned red.
"Chase!"
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The pursuit did not go well.
This ruins is filled with piles of high and low rocks, like a chaotic maze. Everywhere is covered with slippery moss and tangled vines. The numerous White Lotus cultists had difficulty moving and were disorganized, and it was difficult to form a numerical advantage in this complex terrain. However, many of their men were lost to the fighting between Li Changan and the three of them. But in the end they couldn't stand it anymore. The White Lotus cultists scattered around the fields gathered one after another, and finally the three of them were driven into a dangerous building.
Logically speaking, the other party is already a turtle in the urn, and it is time to rush into the dangerous building and capture it. However, the White Lotus cultists only surrounded the dangerous building. Some people encouraged the attack, but most of them looked at each other.
The exhaustion and coldness of the night pursuit, as well as the tragic deaths and injuries along the way, had long since worn away the fanaticism of the believers. Cheng Liang, who was eager to achieve great results, only took one step forward and felt a dull pain in his throat.
Just at this moment, the scholar sent a message.
"My lord, we are tired of fighting. Let's call it a truce for now. If you don't care about the saint's life, just come in!"
Hearing these words, Cheng Liang breathed a sigh of relief, and he called his men to set off fireworks.
"Surround us for now and wait until Zuo Shi arrives before making a decision."
After that, he rested on the spot. He had been away from the battlefield for many years, but tonight's hard work had worn out a few layers of skin. Taking advantage of this breather, he looked at the ruins around him and the dangerous building in front of him, but he looked more and more strange and strange.
The rain stopped at night, the clouds dissipated, and the moonlight shone brightly.
A ruined building suddenly rose up from the ruins. It was crooked and its bricks and tiles were scattered. It looked like a giant with decayed flesh and blood but an unyielding skeleton. The cornices piercing through the roof tiles are like jagged bones, holding up half of the waning moon.
Cheng Liang frowned and thought, since this ruins are in Pingye territory, why hasn't he, a hundred households in Pingye, heard about it? Looking at the degree of weathering of the ruins, it is obvious that they have been weathered for a long time, and other surrounding buildings have also collapsed. Why does this building stand alone?
While he was thinking about it, the crowd started to make a noise. It turned out that Bai Lian Zuo Envoy finally arrived late with most of his elite troops.
Cheng Liang quickly put aside his weirdness, stepped forward to greet him, and took a look at the dangerous building.
For no reason, my heart trembled.
