Yan Zhen nodded happily, and at dusk, he lay down.
In the haze, Yan Zhen was awakened by a noisy shout of killing. He stood up from the bed and saw a flash of fire in front of the tent, followed by shouts of death.
Yan Zhen said with a smile: "There really is a sneak attack!" Yan Bi flew out of the tent and saw an elder with a red face and a curly beard in front of him, holding a sharp sword and fighting with Zhang Busan. That person was Bai Chouri, the elder of the Beggar Clan. On the side, a man with tiger eyes and silky eyebrows was using a sharp sword to knock the disciples of the Golden Fire Hall flying. This is Mu Jianxing, the elder of the Beggar Clan. There are two other people in their fifties nearby who are extremely brave. They are the two elders Li Chunxing and Zhang Huaiyuan.
Yan Zhen said to himself: "They are all in my camp, so we can clean them up together." As he spoke, he flew up to Elder Baichouri and struck him with a palm on his chest. Baichouri was fighting fiercely with Zhang Bushan when he suddenly saw Yan Zhen He rushed forward, turned sharply to avoid Zhang Bushan, and swung his sword to receive Yan Zhen's palm. At this time, Yan Zhen had already opened the palm, clamped Baichouri's sword in his hand, and struck Baichouri's left rib with his right hand.
Seeing that Yan Zhen was so powerful, Bai Chou had no time to avoid his palm. He had no choice but to use his palm to receive Yan Zhen's thunderous palm. He was immediately shocked and his internal organs were about to burst, leaving him no room for shock and pain. Yan Zhen consciously slapped Bai Chouri's palm twice more. Bai Chou's entire wrist suddenly lost consciousness, his chest felt tight, and he almost fainted.
At the time of the pain, Bai Chouri relied on his years of experience in swordsmanship and swordfighting to free his sword from Yan Zhen's hand and try his best to row towards Yan Zhen. Yan Zhen stood up and dodged the sword elegantly. When he retracted his body, he sent another palm towards Baichouri's left ribs. Baichouri was hit by a long distance and was finally defeated by Yan Zhen's palm. He experienced the struggle of life and death before the gate of hell, which was just the ups and downs of Yan Zhen's figure while talking and laughing.
Yan Zhen stepped back and sneered: "So vulnerable." Yan Zhen remained motionless, flicked his middle finger, and stabbed Bai Chouri with a line of fire. Elder Bai was no longer able to dodge Yan Zhen's finger-flicking stunt. When he was about to hurt himself, a man suddenly flew from the side to rescue him and swept him aside.
Yan Zhen looked closely and saw that it was Li Chunxing who rescued him. Shao Shi Mu Jianxing and Zhang Huaiyuan arrived again. The four of them did not dare to fight, so they avoided Yan Zhen's flaming sword that pierced the night sky, and ran away. His disciples from the Beggar Clan followed behind. Yan Zhen shouted: "Tonight is the day when you and I will be buried, don't even think about escaping!" Yan Zhenfei chased after him, and the red shadow in the fire flickered like a demon chasing souls.
Zhang Bushan led some men and horses to pursue him, but they were not as fast as Yan Zhen and were left far behind.
Yan Zhen walked along the way, crossing willows by hanging rocks, stepping on grass and flying flowers, and arrived at the foot of Wujiu Hill early. I saw four people leading the crowd climbing up the top of the mountain. Yan Zhen buckled the stone and stepped on the wall, as freely as an ape, and in an instant he had reached the top of the mountain. When I look around the sky, I can only see strange rocks on the top of the mountain that look like animals, and layers of forest that are leisurely and mysterious. But the fourth elder of the Beggar Clan was missing.
Yan Zhen was suspicious and looked everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. Unconsciously, I have stepped into a circle of strange rocks. As I was looking carefully, I heard a slight sound behind me. When I looked back, there was nothing unusual. When he turned his eyes again, a strange rock flew across in front of him, followed by rocks weighing two to three hundred kilograms all around and flying towards Yan Zhen. Yan Zhen stabilized his body and used his unique skill of golden hook and iron hand to smash the strange rocks in front and behind him one by one. Stone mist rose up around him, but he did not hurt himself at all.
When Fang was about to stop his hand, he saw a strange rock one or two feet high flying straight in front of him. It was too late to dodge, and the stone was less than three feet away, and was stopped abruptly by Yan Zhen with his flame energy. Yan Zhenao was filled with blood, and he used all his strength to attack again, and a cloud of stone mist flew into the night sky, cracking the darkness.
Yan Zhen came out of the fog and looked around. More than a dozen stone men gradually emerged from the darkness, each holding a sharp blade and rushing towards Yan Zhen.
"A little trick!" Yan Zhen said disdainfully. At this time, a flaming sword had risen in his hand. Before the stone man could get close to him, Yan Zhen had already struck first and charged forward to kill him. Wherever the fire flashed, he was invincible. The stone man was chopped into two halves and fell to the ground.
Yan Zhen shouted: "Several elders, come out and die, you can't escape from my flame sword!" No one on the dark top of the mountain answered.
Yan Zhen was so angry that he wanted to take the step he had been looking for before. Suddenly, he felt something strong stabbing his feet. Looking down at his feet, he didn't know when countless ox-ear sharp knives had appeared. Wherever Yan Zhen retreats, the sharp knife will appear there. In an instant, Yan Zhen was ashamed.
If Xiao Yuerong were here, he could still come and go freely on the sharp knife and last for a long time. However, Yan Zhen has not yet mastered the magic of shadow transformation, so it will be difficult for him to last long on the sword. At this moment, a big net fell from the sky, trying to cover Yan Zhen in it. In desperation, Yan Zhenyun used his flame energy to lift up the white blade on the ground out of thin air and flew into the sky. The sharp knife cut through the sky net and scattered silver light all over the ground. For a time, the mechanism was easily solved.
At this moment, the Beggar Clan disciples were seen again, already fleeing into the mountains and forests.
Yan Zhen was not willing to let go and killed him from behind. The Beggar Clan disciples suffered heavy casualties. Li Chunxing led the crowd to turn around and fight to the death, and the four of them used the Lingyun Sword Formation to confront the enemy.
But they saw four people dancing together in a sword formation, and their coordination was even more wonderful. It is more powerful than the formation of four soldiers in the daytime. Not giving Yan Zhen any opportunity to take advantage of him
. Bai Chouri and Zhang Huaiyuan locked Yan Zhen's lower plate. Li Chunxing and Mu Jianxing aimed at Yan Zhen's eyes and stabbed his throat with all their might. Yan Zhen held the Flame Sword to block from left to right, attacking from the front and defending from the back. The light of the fire and the light of the sword intertwined with each other, making it impossible to fight for a while.
In the blink of an eye, more than forty moves had been exchanged between the flickering sword shadow and the roaring flames, and all the Beggar Clan disciples had withdrawn. Yan Zhenshang could not free himself from the shadow of the sword. In a moment of impatience, Yan Zhen slashed the enemy with his right hand, used his left hand to perform martial arts, and held a flaming sword in his hand. The two swords joined together, and a 'fire phoenix' flapped its wings and pounced on the four elders.
The four people scattered in all directions, but when the fire phoenix fell into the air, the four people accidentally came together again. Attack him with a sharp sword to prevent Yan Zhen from having any chance to breathe again, and the consequences will be disastrous.
Li Chunxing and Mu Jianxing flew forward and locked Yan Zhen's eyes and throat. Yan Zhen held the swords with both hands, and without waiting for a counterattack, Bai Chouri and Zhang Huaiyuan came rolling on the ground, their swords spitting out silver snakes and crossing their legs.
Yan Zhen let go of Li Mu's swords and flew up. When Li Mu and Li Mu stepped down, they stepped on the shoulders of Zhang and Bai and followed them like shadows. Zhang Huaiyuan and Mu Jianxing also raised their swords into the sky, forcing Yan Zhen to step down.
Yan Zhen used the "Subduing Dragon and Shaking Hands" move to resolve the life-threatening moves of Li Chunxing and Mu Jianxing, beating them half-down. At this time, Zhang Huaiyuan's Huan Hua sword was already close to his body. Suddenly, Bai Chouri, who was injured, was half a step behind in his movement. This was exactly what Yan Zhen wanted. If Bai Chouri's sword had been broken like Zhang Huaiyuan's, If you get close, you will inevitably be injured and resolved.
For a moment, Yan Zhen did the opposite and flicked out a line of fire, hitting Zhang Huaiyuan's wrist. When Zhang Huaiyuan's sword had already pierced Yan Zhen's robe of flames, Bai Chou's sun failed to meet at the right time. As a result, Zhang Huaiyuan failed to stab Yan Zhen and was injured instead, so he let go of his sword.
Chi! Baichou Ri's long sword returned, but unfortunately it was already at the end of its crossbow, and there was still some remaining strength left. Yan Zhen swooped down on Zhang Huaiyuan while pushing aside Bai Chou's powerless sword. Snapped! Yan Zhen's powerful palm hit Zhang Huaiyuan's chest, and his other hand also wounded Bai Chouri.
In the flash of lightning, Li Mu and Li Mu stepped forward to rescue them too late. Zhang Huaiyuan and Bai Chouri were already injured under Yan Zhen's palm.
Li Chunxing saw that Zhang and Bai were injured in various ways, so he knew how to overpower the enemy. When Bai Chou was helped up and about to leave, Yan Zhen rushed at him again. Li Chunxing hurriedly said to Mu Jianxing: "The enemy is holding Yan Zhen, I will take them two to leave first!" So Mu Jianxing held his sword to fight Yan Zhen himself, while Li Chunxing helped the two elders stagger away.
Yan Zhen said to Mu Jianxing: "You can take a blow!"
Mu Jianxing thrust his sword forward and said, "If Elder Bai had not been injured, you might not have laughed so easily."
Yan Zhendao: "The defeated general, why should you be brave? Wait until I take your life!" After saying this, he went on the offensive without counting his moves. Suddenly he saw one of his disciples coming to report in a panic: "When Master Cai was chasing the four elders, the stone road Personally lead a large group of troops to intercept us again. We will be killed and wounded very badly." Yan Zhen was shocked when he heard this. Looking back at the flames outside Wujiu Hill, Yan Zhen said with hatred: "The heavy stone road is a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain!" Then he ran down the hill. .
When they returned to the camp, the people led by Shilu had already left, only to see Zhang Bushan leading the people to clean up the camp. There were charred corpses all over the surrounding area, and the situation was horrific.
Zhang Bushan stepped forward and replied: "My men followed the hall master to pursue the enemy, and soon I saw a huge fire in the camp. I was already busy trying to call the hall master, but when my men returned, unexpectedly, Shi Lushuai's crowd set fire everywhere. All the disciples If you are not careful, you will suffer heavy losses.”
Yan Zhen shouted: "Old thief Shilu, I swear to take down the Beggar Gang..."
A bright moon slowly flows westward, and the smell of blood fills the Golden Fire Hall.
How many casualties will there be tonight? Many disciples of the Beggar Clan also survived the robbery and killing. Elder Baichouri died on the way back to the Beggar Clan. He was already injured, but he tried his best to use the Lingyun Sword Formation, and was severely injured by Yan Zhen. All his internal organs were destroyed and he had no chance to show up. Zhang Huaiyuan has fallen on the Beggar's bed, unable to save anything with a palm on his chest, unable to return to the morning breeze.
The war left only misery and pain.
