On the ground, blood was invaded, and in the glimmer of light, the scarlet mud soil corresponded to the white long gown. Occasionally, the wind blew by, and the clothes were shaking. The enchanting and cold man held a sword in one hand, facing two hundred people alone, standing there.

Song Jiang staggered twice, his eyes aroused grief and anger, and he was puzzled, "Who are you? Song and you have never had any grudges, so why didn't he kill Brother Yang Lin?"

"Now I have a grudge!" The other party turned his head slightly, his tone was plain, cold and provocative.

"Around him and kill him-he's only one."

Immediately, Bao Xu, the "God of Dead", repelled the heavy sword, shouted in a low voice, and rushed over with the remaining two hundred Liangshan soldiers with swords and guns, surrounding them. At this time, a conversation ended, and a killing bloomed in the blooming blood.

The long sword with a cold air was swung out in an instant.

puff--

puff--

puff--

Under the siege of hundreds of people, the white sleeves were scattered, and the sword body covered with hollow patterns shone with cold light, slashing out, and suddenly, two silver rays separated from the sword body, whizzing and buzzing, flying in the air, and several sounds of cutting the flesh and blood. Several corpses fell on their backs, and the scarlet wound on their necks were eye-catching. Bao Xu raised a heavy sword to block the door. With a snap, Mars suddenly rose, and with a buzzing sound, whistling away.

The man shook the hilt of the sword, and the cold sword flower that was drawn broke through the neck of the minion in front of him. The sword body was slightly raised, and two silver lights buzzed, swirling and embedded, bringing up a blood flower. In a few breaths, nearly ten people died at his feet. The warm blood flowed from the breaking, warming the cold soil.

"This guy...what the hell..." Even someone like Bao Xu was shocked by this strange weapon.

The defeated soldiers in the besieged Liangshan were also a little hesitant at this time, fearing and dared not come forward easily. "Old Bao, I'll help you-" At this time, Li Kui couldn't help but rush into the circle with a slap in his arms, and slashed over fiercely. Baiyi shook and blinked at a Liangshan minion, slapped the minion with one palm, pushing the minion over, just in front of the chopped axe.

Li Kui was impatient and rude, and he did not leave any strength when he took action. The axe slashed straight at his family and immediately smashed his head in half. He immediately stopped the axe, but he did not feel guilty. He and Bao Xu, one of them, one of them, and one of them was slashed and killed in the crowd. Even though the defeated soldiers in Liangshan avoided it in time, several of them were cut to death and injured.

Wu Song and Lu Zhishen, who were originally proud, were unwilling to deceive the less, but this person was treacherous and had great martial arts skills. Li Kui and others were led by the nose. After a long time, it would be really troublesome for the officers and soldiers to chase him.

Lu Zhishen immediately shouted angrily, pulled up his Zen stick, attacked the cold-clad man in white, blocking him and continuing to move and dodge among the crowd. Wu Song also held the dragon and tiger swords, forming a three-on-one situation on Li Kui's side.

Among the few people, their martial arts were also ranked among the top in Liangshan. However, in this situation, they were not as quick as the other party's body, and they were more worried about taking action. The man slashed a sword under the siege of the three people, turned around instantly, and rushed straight towards the "Flower Monk" Lu Zhishen. His eyes were filled with a flash of sword light, and he fought against the attacking iron Zen stick. Suddenly, the sword tip slashed back.

"careful--"

Wu Song pulled Li Kui down with a sudden buzzing sound. After hearing the two silver lights came in an instant, they rubbed their scalp. Then, on the other side, Bao Xu, the "Sad God of Sang", stood there in a pose of rushing with a heavy sword. His whole body trembled slightly, his eyes widened, and a stream of blood flowed from the middle of his forehead along the bridge of his nose.

After a moment of rest, his chest stopped, and his whole body fell to the ground with a small sword in the middle of his forehead.

"Old Bao!" Li Kui shouted angrily, picked up the axe and wanted to kill the man.

Wu Song was also trembling all over his body at this time, shouting, and rushing in front of Li Kui, rushing forward and chopping off the man in white. The two of them fought to the same place, and the long sword covered with patterns was dazzled with the swords. They heard that the two of them had extremely fast speeds in their hands, and the weapons like storms intersected, and they had a strange rhythm.

Suddenly, the white shadow flashed, the figure raised, his hands shook open, and two silver lights suddenly appeared in the sword body. Two small swords flew around Wu Song's sides. The main sword was slashed from it again. Lu Zhishen shouted loudly, raised his Zen stick and stopped it. The gold and iron intersected, and another mistake was made. Bai Ying suddenly lowered and cut it on Lu Zhishen's thigh with one sword.

The sword was about to be chopped out, but at this time Li Kui rushed over again and chopped off the other party's head. Baiying hooked her heels, and her body slid in a slither. She supported her one palm to the ground, turned it up, and raised the sword and waved it.

Two small swords flew and retracted.

The man's black hair slid down on his forehead, his eyes were cold, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said calmly: "You - that's it."

At this time, it was already bright, and many footsteps came from the distant mountains and forests.

Lu Zhishen looked back and saw that there were no figures of Song Jiang and others on the big stone over there. He immediately put away his Zen stick and shouted, "Erlang, let's leave quickly, don't get entangled with this person."

Li Kui refused and shouted, "You little face, leave your name, and when I settle down, I will definitely kill your whole family."

The man raised his thin eyebrows slightly, and the sword edge was about to wave, when more and more people rushed over there, mixed with many sounds, as if he had found someone here. Wu Song gritted his teeth and dragged Li Kui and Lu Zhishen to search for Song Jiang.

At this moment, dozens of soap-clothed men were chased out from the forest. The leader looked like he was cruel and cruel. He looked up at the man in white, and slowly walked over and walked to the other side.

He asked coldly: "Onei?"

The man in white raised his head slightly, letting the soft sunlight shine on Junyan, and his eyes were closed, "Aren't you too? Our house is rainy."

"I heard from the Supervisor mentioned you." Cao Shaoqing stared at the corpse on the ground, and then understood some of the keys. He inserted the white dragon sword in his hand to the ground, outlining a faint sarcastic smile.

"Being a dog requires the duty of being a dog."

"Um?"

Under the bright sunlight, the temperature suddenly dropped, and the half-closed eyes suddenly opened. When Yu Huatian heard this, his figure instantly, and the Zuiyu Sword rushed straight to the other side's door.

Cao Shaoqing's eyes were chilling indifferently, and he sneered disdainfully at the corner of his mouth.

With a whistle, the white dragon screamed, and the two swords agreed.

Cao Shaoqin and Yu Huatian were separated by one nose and their eyes were opposite each other.

"You are the first one to take Song Jiang's head, and you will tear you down."

"I'm afraid of you, so our family won't come."

The two of them gradually became angry from indifference.
Chapter completed!