On the twenty-fifth day of the seventh month, half past nine o'clock.

Fujian, Putian County.

clear.

The night of fighting and scorching fire under Jiulian Mountain did not let the haze that had plagued Putian County for many days last, and the long-lost first clear sky bloomed.

It's just that compared to the clear and pure sky, the fields within a hundred miles of Jiulian Mountain are full of dirt.

The broken corpses and bloody water all over the ground looked like the leftovers dumped carelessly from countless bells and cauldrons.

Everywhere you set foot is a filthy place, and your breath is full of rotten smell, making people unwilling to stay for a moment longer.

However, the war ignited by the Red Religion has not yet been completely extinguished.

Although the chief culprit of this battle, Hong Shang, the leader of the Red Clothes Sect, is ready to die, Tu Wanfang, the human murder weapon that took the Red Clothes Sect nearly twenty years to polish, has not yet been put to death.

A group of Zhongzhou heroes, except for about thirty who were seriously injured and unable to fight, fifty who were less powerful, were responsible for helping to treat or take care of the wounded, and the remaining nearly a hundred who surrounded Tu Wanfang took turns to come forward.

Those who have contributed are all doing their part in their own way.

It seems that this is the last time since the great rebellion of the foreign barbarians that these Jianghu people who are at or gradually rising to the top of Zhongzhou's martial arts have completely put aside their sectarian opinions and grievances and worked together to deal with the enemy.

After helping Meng Chaoge finish bandaging and analgesizing the wound of a Sanrenju member, Jiang Yichen stood up and walked towards Hong Shang, who was surrounded by a group of people.

Compared to the battle of real swords and spears among the hundreds of people who surrounded Tu Wanfang, although there were less than ten people surrounding Hongshang, and most of them did not hold weapons in their hands, eight of the ten eyes were filled with the energy to kill Hongshang.

Remove eight pieces of muscle, peel off the skin and regenerate it, eat its flesh, knock out the bones and suck out the marrow, to avenge brothers and friends.

If it weren't for Xuan Xiao's control, Hong Shang, who was unable to restrain the chicken, would have been eaten alive.

Even though I have never met this current head of Wudang, after a night of fierce fighting, I have to sincerely admit that this person's strength is at least comparable to that of the ghostly enchantress and the deceased Feng Chen. As long as he is willing, he can definitely compete for the leader of the martial arts alliance.

position.

Hongshang, who had doubled her combat power after taking the drug, could not escape from the blockade of Xuanxiao alone. She was even reduced to being like a bullied wild cat, picked up by the scruff of the neck and thrown away casually, even though Xuanxiao made it clear that she was no longer able to fight Tu Wanfang.

One battle, but it did not prevent everyone from gradually moving closer to the four words "unique in the martial arts" in their evaluation of his strength!

There is no doubt that after this battle, Xuan Xiao's reputation will hit the Zhongzhou Wulin world again.

Besides Xuan Xiao, the other person whose eyes showed little hatred and more teasing was Ji Qianlin.

Perhaps out of gratitude to Ji Qianlin for expelling insects and destroying the two-pole soul-splitting cow, or perhaps because of Maitreya's evil name on the smiling face of the Tushita gang leader, the other eight people were grateful to Ji Qianlin walking beside Hongshang.

Walking away, Didi Gugu and other annoying behaviors were extremely tolerant. They had not yet winked or sneered at the witch with a graceful figure. Of course, they might have all vented their anger on Hongshang.

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When Jiang Yichen approached, he saw Ji Qianlin, who was standing on tiptoes and kicking her legs to show off a large area of ​​smooth bronze skin, clasping her fingers, gagging, and sighing sadly: "Brother, the leader, a cup of tea has passed.

This little boy’s family secret technique may have the effect of restraining the voodoo. The voodoo on the servant’s body has all been used up, so it seems that there is no hope of opening his mouth.”

Hearing the title of "brother, the leader", Jiang Yichen suddenly felt a chill, his steps became a little heavier, and he almost couldn't move his legs because they were stuck in the mud.

Zhen Qi Fu's eyes quickly scanned everyone's faces, and he saw Xuan Xiao Gujing Bubo standing with his sword behind his back. He seemed not surprised by Ji Qianlin's judgment, and even turned a deaf ear to the sweet call.

The drunk beauty chasing the wind swordsman Lin Lingfeng, the Hongchen Inn's Su Shou, Luo Bao and others who were nearby seemed not to be surprised and were already numb.

Among the people in Tingyu Pavilion, Jiang Yichen is the only one who has not yet taken off his disguise. Many people have just seen him follow Meng Chaoge and help the wounded, and even use the extreme cold energy, but they may not be like Ji Qianlin.

See through his identity at a glance.

However, after Jiang Yichen arrived, most of the people nodded politely and expressed their respect for his rescue act without saying anything more.

However, Xuan Xiao glanced at him twice and nodded slightly in greeting.

I wonder if the former Wudang "prisoners" saw through his true identity and recalled the little brother who had personally trained him in the secret cave of Wudang?

But I heard Xuan Xiao take over Ji Qianlin's words and say: "There is nothing surprising. If the majestic leader of the Red Clothes Sect were subdued by you so easily and you knew everything, wouldn't it be too embarrassing?"

"Losing face?" Ji Qianlin looked like she had endured countless punches and kicks. Her faceplate was missing, her clothes were disheveled, her face was covered with filth and bruises, and she no longer looked like a normal human being. However, she still had her eyes wide open and pursed her lips.

Hong Shang, who was lying on the ground with a smile, squatted down, reached out and pinched Hong Shang's chin, moving it from side to side, shaking his head and saying in distress, "This little kid is supposed to be extremely cute, and now he has made himself look like this.

How can you care about your appearance?"

Xuan Xiao said: "If nothing else, do you think how long this guy can live?"

Ji Qianlin replied obediently: "It will probably be over in a month. If you leave it to me, it won't be a problem to live like an ordinary person for a year or two."

Xuan Xiao waved his hand and said: "That's not necessary, as long as he doesn't die soon. He doesn't want to die yet, but he just wants to see how many people we can leave behind."

"Retreat! Retreat quickly! Don't stop us!"

As if to confirm Xuan Xiao's words, near the foot of Jiulian Mountain, hundreds of people were surrounded and massacred Wanfang, and the hoarse shouts of Master Qingku could be heard, which made the situation tense after nearly a stick of incense.

All the people who were temporarily recuperating in a distance all looked towards the foot of the mountain.

The figures on the east side of the Hundred Man Group had just scattered away like birds and beasts, and Tu Wan, who was as tall and thin as a bamboo pole, rushed out from the gap in the crowd.

No one knew why Tu Wanfang, who had just "patiently" responded to the enemy, had the urge to escape. "Opening a wide margin" was just a helpless move to avoid greater casualties. Everyone was extremely lucky that Tu Wanfang's target was not the wounded.

Soon, more than 20 top masters including Long Duoduo, Gu Xinhun, Ghost Demon Girl, etc. used Qinggong to chase after him.

But he saw Tu Wanfang raising his eyes and looking around, not knowing what he was looking for.

After stopping briefly, he looked back and ran towards the east as if he had set a goal.

Most of the people in the field were people with good eyesight, and almost all of them saw the look of disgust in Tu Wanfang's hurried look back.

Everyone was a little puzzled, but also enlightened. They looked at each other, trying to confirm the idea in their minds from each other's expressions.

No one would believe that Tu Wanfang was afraid of people like them.

So if the other person is disgusted and runs away, it is more likely that they are bored with them?

Slaughter Wanfang looks like a human but not human, and cannot be judged by common sense. It may be more accurate to compare it to a wild beast.

Any beast will always resent being disturbed when it needs to eat, right?

"Tu Wanfang is hungry?"

I don’t know who was the first to express what was in his heart.

"Tu Wanfang is hungry?..."

Soon there were repeated questions one after another.

"Tu Wanfang is hungry."

There were more repeated questions, and the subsequent words gradually took on a certain tone.

"Stop him! Don't let him take a bite of meat!"

Long Duoduo was the first to make his own judgment.

"I'm afraid that being so forceful will make him even more violent."

Yu Le, who was slightly behind the first group that was pursuing them, listened to Yan and raised his concerns loudly.

"There is no other way. If this continues, not many people will be able to defeat him."

The ghostly enchantress gritted her teeth and said fiercely.

Since then, I haven't heard anyone say anything, and I think I have always accepted this statement.

Just when everyone reached an agreement, Mo Shang suddenly exerted force on his feet, mobilized his newly recovered internal energy and poured it into the Evil-Breaking Knife without any hesitation. He used the force of his feet to drive his body and shot out like an arrow from a string, drawing a stream of light. , use the knife as a sword and stab it three feet away to slaughter Wanfang in the back!

The distance of three feet was very delicate, and Tu Wanfang was moving very quickly. Even if Mo Shang's imitated meteor style could catch up with Tu Wanfang, it would not pose much of a threat to him. At that time, Mo Shang, who once again drained his strength, would instead trap himself in In a dangerous situation, it would be easy to kill Wanfang and take his life.

The best result is that Tu Wanfang immediately stops and takes precautions, everyone rushes to entangle Tu Wanfang, and Mo Shang can escape calmly.

This is a gamble that risks one's own life and future reputation.

Normally, Mo Shang's move would inevitably be criticized, but at this critical moment, few people would take into account these twists and turns. If some people are willing to take risks to create good opportunities, then they have no reason to miss it.

Unexpectedly, Tu Wanfang was so determined that he ignored the offensive behind him.

With a clang, the blade of the Evil-Breaking Knife was just like a big iron nail that couldn't pass through the big iron block. As soon as it touched Tu Wanfang's back, it slid sideways.

Tu Wanfang was not injured at all, and his upper body was only tilted forward a few points, and his hands and feet were swung wider, without losing his center of gravity.

Mo Shang was exhausted and did not dare to follow closely. A trace of unwillingness and cruelty flashed in his red eyes.

Suddenly I heard a dragon roar and followed closely.

From the upper right side of Mo Shang's field of vision, a man and a sword flashed as bright as the morning sun, and they also went straight to Tu Wanfang's back.

After being attacked one after another from behind, Tu Wanfang's body, which had not yet completely stabilized, was pushed forward again, causing his tall body to lean forward and fall down.

However, Long Duoduo was also unable to follow up and was still one step away from stopping Tu Wanfang's departure.

"Amitabha!"

As the Buddha's name sounded.

The ring finger, middle finger, and thumb of Master Qingku's hands are standing upright and touching each other, and the little finger and index finger are bent and clasped together, forming the "Dou" seal in the air.

Like a red copper stone shining with golden light, it pointed towards Tu Wanfang's back.

boom!

Tu Wanfang finally fell forward and rolled ten times before he jumped up.
To be continued...