The two people who fought each other were both arrogant and arrogant. Cao Shaoqing was arrogant and confident, and he acted arbitrarily and arrogantly; Yu Huatian was cold and arrogant, and he was more confident in his own strategy. At this moment, the two of them competed against each other, and everything gradually changed a little.

The sun gradually rose, and a ray of wind came. A few leaves on the tree fell and floated, floating by, some of them were placed on the robe. With a loud bang, the two swords opened each other and each slid out one step. Yu Huatian retreated, took a few steps, turning into a white afterimage, stepped on the big stone, jumped to swing the sword, the silver light on the Drunken Rain Sword separated, and the two small swords flew.

Opposite his vision, Cao Shaoqing, wearing a black robe, looked like water, and had no change. The only change was that his eyes were half-closed, and he was lonely and murderous. He suddenly shook his sleeves, held the white dragon sword with his back hand, and took two steps in a row. His whole body was like a sharp arrow, and he left in the air with a tranquil rain.

Wow—

Wow—

Two consecutive sounds, the White Dragon Sword swung, and two small swords on the left and right were split open. In a blink of an eye, the sword edge hung horizontally. In the air, Yu Huatian raised his sword body and two small swords retracted, and the sword body was raised lightly, and the two figures collided with each other.

The force was like a blade, and it swung away from the two men invisibly and rushed around. Two nearby crooked trees with a sharp wrist were instantly broken by the shock, and the other one was directly uprooted and the soil splashed everywhere.

As soon as they fought, the two of them felt obviously stagnant, then swung open and landed. Cao Shaoqing rushed over with his sword again, suddenly swung the sword, and the sword edge teared the wind, as if he was about to cut the air. Yu Huatian snorted coldly, pulled the sword, and bounced the index finger on the sword body twice, and the buzzing sounded like a mountain wind roaring, and then the main sword was killed like a dragon.

The Dongchang Fanzi, who was far away, did not see how they fought. The only one who only saw them, Cao Qianhu, whose sword body rotated and shook open to form a huge sword flower. He heard two clang sounds, and the small sword emitting silver light was knocked open. Seeing this, Yu Huatian inserted the sword edge horizontally and stirred up.

The two clashed again, and their movements suddenly changed. The sword body was pressed against each other, their arms were stirred, and the hilt of the sword was rotated. The sharp vortex between them suddenly took shape.

The squeaking friction kept coming from the two swords, which was extremely harsh.

Suddenly, Cao Shaoqing and Yu Huatian stopped their arms and crossed back halfway at the same time. The White Dragon Sword faced the Zuiyu Sword, and the tip was stalemate.

"You are very awesome..." Yu Huatian took back his sword, walked to the small sword that fell on the ground, picked it gently, and fell back to the main sword to embed it. He turned his head to look at Nuan Ri, and said in a cold voice: "..... It is stronger than those grasslands."

Cao Shaoqing's face was still as watery as he inserted the White Dragon Sword back into the scabbard, turned around and walked with the monk, took two steps, stopped and turned his face, and said, "Song Jiang's head is from the Dongchang. You'd better not prove anything to others, and put away your ambitions in front of the Lord."

"How about you?" Yu Huatian's black hair slipped through his eyes, shining with confidence.

Cao Shaoqing snorted coldly, turned his face, and walked away. A lonely and deep voice came, "In ten moves, it turned into white bones."

The wind was quiet, and under the warm sunshine, Yu Huatian looked stunned and then froze.

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The undulating hills and forests were invisible to the sight of the night. At this time, the light was very good. Song Jiang and others fled toward the west bank of Liangshan River. Along the way, they saw the defeated soldiers of Liangshan who were cut down and discarded from time to time. Some were still running before dying, while some were distorted with their faces. A deep knife mark that could be seen almost cut off his neck.

Along the way, these scenes came into my eyes. Song Jiang, Wu Yong, Zhu Wu, Deng Fei, Yang Zhi, Ou Peng and others couldn't help feeling sad.

"I, Liangshan Yizhang, are a hero who stands tall in the world. They all ended in such a miserable end. There are still jackals, tigers and leopards in the wilderness. I feel really uneasy."

Song Jiang was depressed and said sadly: "It was Song Jiang who harmed all the righteous men. He originally wanted to build a peach garden with everyone in this Liangshan River and river, so that we can have a place to live for those who were forced by the court, to promote justice, to quell injustice, and to eliminate violence and safeguard good deeds. Those thieves will not let us go."

"Brother Gongming... Don't be sad." Wu Yong brushed his eyes and said, "If Liangshan is not trapped, we still have a place to live, and there are many brothers on the mountain, and we will live happily."

Deng Fei and Ou Peng patted their chests and said, "I just told you brother not to worry. We must do our best to protect Brother Gongming from returning to Liangshan, even if we die."

At this time, Zhu Wu came back from behind and shook his head and said, "I'd better stop saying depressed words. Brother Wu Song and others have not seen each other at this time. I guess they have been entangled by the officers and soldiers. The best way is to leave and return to the mountain village immediately."

Song Jiang wiped his tears and agreed.

Then several people set off on the road again. After passing by several miles, they could already hear the sound of water. Deng Fei and others quickly jogged up and were stunned. Although there was no fire on the water village, the black smoke still rose like a pillar. The whole mountain village was charred. On the water bank, a faint smell of blood floated up from the water.

At a glance, hundreds of floating corpses floated on the water. At this moment, Song Jiang sat down on the ground and murmured: "Liangshan is gone..."

"Liangshan is gone--" Song Jiang roared fiercely, pounding the water splash with his hands.

Suddenly, a sharp blade was released from the sheath.

Deng Fei suddenly turned his head and saw a cold light circling around his neck. The head on his shoulder stumbled on the water beach. Ou Peng, who was beside him, was shocked. Before he could raise the knife, his stomach suddenly felt ache. The long sword that had just killed Deng Fei turned around and slashed on his abdomen in an instant.

Then he came over and slashed his neck, and two headless corpses overlapped on the water beach.

On the other end, Song Jiang and the other two turned their heads when they heard the sound. Yang Zhi's face was covered in blood, a murderous smile appeared, and his white teeth showed his green birthmark was particularly ferocious.

"Yang Zhi, you..." Zhu Wu was furious, but Wu Yong pulled him a little, and then pulled Song Jiang and signaled him to get up and leave quickly.

Song Jiang did not move, looked bitter, and sighed: "Now Liangshan is falling apart, the trees are falling and the money is scattered, and everyone has their own ambitions. Since Brother Yang wants to kill Song Jiang and send it to the court, Song Jiang's life will be given to his brothers for a good future. I just hope that Brother Yang can leave a whole body for Song Jiang because of Song Jiang's past care."

The knife dripped blood, Yang Zhi walked over and ignored Wu Yong and others, but stared at Song Jiang who was sitting dejectedly on the ground, "Is that all the words?"

Song Jiang nodded, looked as if he was out of sight, and was executed.

Suddenly, the knife was put down.

………

………

Then he kicked Song Jiang to the ground and stepped on him. A fierce light flashed in Yang Zhi's eyes and the knife fell down his neck.

"You are so fucking...ah..." Song Jiang looked at the knife falling down with fear on his face, and he had not finished his words.

The body immediately separated.

Yang Zhi spat on his body and cursed: "I really think I'm easy to cheat? I've been robbed by you Liangshan twice, which made me so depressed that I needed to sell my ancestral treasure sword. I thought I was not resentful?"

Immediately, he grabbed his head and looked at Zhu Wu and Wu Yong, very disdainful.

Turning around and walking towards the woods.
Chapter completed!