Although the dull man was kneeling with his legs broken, he still straightened his back and turned a deaf ear to everything around him.

"Long...you are not the only one in Longcheng...there is a family named Liu.

"Master, I saw it, I really saw it..."

Liu Ashan's body was on the verge of collapse. He raised his bruised and swollen face and tried to see clearly the small Jiangnan town in front of him, which was nurtured by Butterfly Creek but suffered great disasters. He murmured hoarsely:

"Nai looked at the house, carried the joy of carrying... and ran."

Someone laughed and murmured.

Someone yelled with red eyes.

Some people watched numbly.

A certain moment.

There was a sudden silence on and off the high platform.

A stream of hot blood from the laryngeal artery splashed onto the hard ancient stone bricks of the Dragon-Slaying Platform.

Like the brilliant morning glow that splashes out from under the dark horizon of the eastern sky at dawn.

The crowd of craftsmen in the audience fell into a deadly silence.

Liu Zian tried twice with trembling hands before inserting the red blade into the scabbard and returning it to its place.

Under the watchful eyes of the audience, Liu Zian stepped forward with a gloomy face and an ashen face. He used a scabbard forged from dark iron to smash the familiar bronze mask on the ground that once belonged to the Jade Fairy.

Immediately, the head of the Liu family quickly glanced at the sky with his bloodshot eyes.

He took Liu Zilin and Liu Fu, who were silent, and left the Dragon Slaying Platform in a hurry.

Under the simple high platform, a group of craftsmen were silent.

On the stage in front, there was only the motionless back of a man who faced the crowd of craftsmen below, but his body faced the stream and the county town.

…

Ouyang Rong suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood.

The blood mist he sprayed covered Yan Liulang's face, which looked back with concern.

Everything happened in a flash of lightning.

Yan Liulang was off guard and wiped his bloody face with his palm: "Mingfu, what's wrong with you!"

Ouyang Rong, who was leading a large force to attack Jianpu and pushed desperately towards Dragon-Slaying Platform, slowly stopped on the spot, holding a broken wall of the bombed-out building next to him. He lowered his head and covered his mouth, vomiting blood.

"I...I'm fine...you can lead the brothers and move on."

Ouyang Rong raised his head in confusion, looked at the sky and murmured:

"The mask is gone... Ah Shan's mask... is gone..."

He coughed up blood, gasped for breath, and took deep breaths over and over again, but blood still flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Ouyang Rong had just accumulated a little spiritual energy in his Dantian not long ago, and it was going wild and chaotic, like a glass of water that temporarily turned turbid.

This strange injury is very similar to the sudden vomiting of blood after the Jade Lady Fairy first woke up.

Yan Liulang frowned and was embarrassed, but stopped talking.

At this time, Ah Qing, who had been following the large army step by step, ran forward and took out a handkerchief to wipe Ouyang Rong's mouth.

But was avoided by the latter.

Ouyang Rong trembled slightly, turned his head, and wiped his bleeding mouth with the back of his veined hand, half of his face covered in blood, but he did not dare to turn his head and look at Ah Qing.

Don't even dare to take a glance.

"Brother Yan, are you okay?" Ah Qing was at a loss and panicked.

Yan Liulang swallowed.

Ever since they met, the blue-robed catcher had never seen such a frightened and painful young magistrate.

Ouyang Rong suddenly stood up, with short black hair, his head lowered, his hands on the wall, and he tried to move forward.

Just listen to his trembling command:

"Rokuro, allocate one hundred men to me immediately. You can lead the rest of the army to continue the attack on Dragon Slaying Platform."

Yan Liulang was stunned: "Where... is the Ming Mansion going?"

"Go and do what I should do. You...continue to rush to Dragon Slaying Platform. As soon as possible, you must...must find Ah Shan." Ouyang Rong said in a daze: "He has been waiting for us for too long."

"As commanded."

"Wait a minute, you have to choose among these hundred people. If you are under twenty or have only one child in the family, you are not allowed to choose."

Yan Liulang and A Qing were both awe-inspiring.

Ouyang Rong wiped his bloody mouth with his sleeve and whispered:

"Also, whatever amount of Burning Sky Shark Oil is left, give it to me."

Under the unquestionable tone of the young county magistrate, Yan Liulang reluctantly accepted the order and went to select people and arrange shark oil.

Ouyang Rong held the moonlight sword horizontally with both hands, facing the direction of Dragon Slaying Platform alone, staring blankly at the lonely sword furnace on Xiaogushan that had been out of service for many years, but at this moment, its sword energy reached the sky.

His expression was surprisingly calm:

"Ah Shan, I'm here to accompany you."

…

If you look at it from Xiaogushan at this moment.

The river on the west bank is full of official ships.

Below, the vast Guyue Sword Shop was billowing with black smoke and bursts of strange green flames from time to time, accompanied by the sound of the sword furnace building collapsing.

At the foot of the mountain, the sounds of fighting between the brave policemen and the private soldiers were endless.

Liu Zian silently withdrew his gaze.

On the mountain road leading to the mountainside, he looked gloomy and led Liu Zilin, Liu Fu and his direct family slaves to the A-shaped sword furnace in a hurry.

The scene of the sword shop run by the Liu family for many years at the foot of the mountain being engulfed in flames made Liu Zilin grind his molar teeth into pieces. His face was full of grief and anger, and his body ached. On the way up the mountain, he had already paid hundreds of greetings to Ouyang Rong's eighteenth generation ancestor.

all over.

Liu Zian, who was walking at the front, was immersed in walking and turned a deaf ear.

He only occasionally glanced at the sun above his head and continued to rush towards the A-shaped sword furnace.

Fortunately, it was not yet the quarter to noon for the old man to send a message to the Wei family.

The plan is still under the control of him and the old gentleman.

Liu Zian let out a long breath, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

He heard the angry voice of the impulsive and impatient third brother behind him.

Liu Zian calmly reached into his arms and touched a translated sword manual, as well as a brand new bronze mask that was shining with a faint light.

Although an annoying accident occurred in the original plan and he was not promoted to the ninth rank, it is not that there is no backup plan.

For example... quietly take away the Mohist sword box containing the tripod sword in advance, and look for sacrifices later. Get the things first, and then leave wearing a mask.

The group finally arrived at the A-shaped sword furnace halfway up the mountain.

The door to the sword furnace room is now closed.

When he reached the lawn in front of the sword furnace room, Liu Zian suddenly stopped slowly.

He stared at the silent old wooden door in front of him and frowned slightly.

Liu Zian turned around and looked around, suddenly raised his hand, and the followers behind him immediately stopped.

He turned his face slightly and gestured:

"Third brother...and Liu Fu, you two go in first to visit the old gentleman and let me know that I'm here."
Chapter completed!