Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

None of the people whose chests were pierced by blood knives survived.

Nan Yanqi has killed countless people, so he naturally understands this truth. Although he lost an arm, his knife is still sharp and precise.Fang Shiping was pierced by his knife, and he was already a dead person, a dead person that even a miracle doctor could not save.

But Fang Shiping was smiling, his lips were stained with blood foam, but his smile was frank and carefree, as if he was the winner, and Nan Yanqi was his defeated opponent, completely defeated.

Is death something to celebrate?

Nan Yanqi felt a chill, and fear crawled from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making his scalp numb. He had never been afraid of any strong enemy, but at this moment, he was actually afraid of a dead person.

He fell for the dead.None of the three people on board was what he was looking for. Di Dongqing was dropped by Fang Shiping in disguise, and Lu Zhengqiu and Si Yutong were not on board. These three people were like bait at the end of the fishing line, waiting in the water to lure him. Take the bait.

He exerted strength on his wrist, intending to draw out the long knife, and stay away from this dying lunatic.

But Fang Shiping firmly grasped his blade.

Fang Shiping's hands trembled like paper, the palms of his hands had been cut to pieces, and the blood flowed violently along his hands, staining his arms red, and the blood gushing from his mouth stained his clothes. poured.

But he still firmly grasped Nan Yanqi's knife, as if he wanted to squeeze out the last bit of strength left in his body, even if he turned into a dead vine and rotten wood, he still wanted to entangle the blade.

Desperado, no more than this.

Nan Yanqi's severed arm was in pain, he simply let go of the handle of the knife, and pushed Fang Shiping heavily on the shoulder.

Fang Shiping's body swayed and fell out of his field of vision, his torso was twisted in a strange posture, and he fell on his back in the boat, unable to move any more.

The dead finally had the appearance of a dead person.

Nan Yanqi was so satisfied that he didn't even pull out the knife from the dead man's chest, so he turned around and stepped on the side of the boat, intending to leave.

A feathered arrow drilled out of the white mist, stuck in front of his toes, and made a "dang" sound.

He stopped.

The arrow shot not from his ship, but from a farther direction.On the water filled with white mist, in the shadow cast by the temple, a new fleet floated.

It can't even be called a fleet, but just a bunch of broken logs, tied together in twos, tied into the simplest rafts, and arranged in arrays.

Tianshui gang members stood on the raft.

Di Dongqing, who was supposed to be a dead man, not only did not die, but straightened his shoulders, stood on the bow of the boat, held his bow, and stared at him fiercely through the mist.

Di Dongqing's anxiety was written in her eyes.

He only hated that the mist on the water could not dissipate faster, and the raft under his feet could not move faster.

Beside him, Si Yutong couldn't hide her impatience, eager to see through.

Their rafts were easier to move than the pontoon boats, and soon outflanked the windward position. The archers were ready to go, and the rain of arrows fell on the Demon Cult's ships, forcing the two ships to retreat quickly.

This is the second half of Fang Shiping's plan, and it is also a crucial part - he acts as a bait to make the Demon Sect take it lightly, while the rest of the Tianshui Gang wait for the opportunity to counterattack and turn defense into offense.

His plan was perfect, except for his own safety.

Si Yutong watched from a distance as Nan Yan Qi boarded Fang Shiping's boat and drew out a gleaming silver saber.How much she wished that what she saw was an illusion caused by the white mist, an illusion caused by impatience.

However, as the raft moved forward with the wind, the bloody knife was finally clearly exposed in her vision.

The long blade plunged into Fang Shiping's chest, and the scarlet blood was so thick, as if someone had splashed a heavy smudge in the steaming big lake, even in the mist that filled the sky, the blood was still dripping As she watched, her eyes burned like lava.

How much of this kind of blood has been splashed on this piece of China before it becomes the devastated appearance it is today.

"Brother..." Si Yutong tried her best to suppress her cry, her teeth were clenched tightly on her lips, and she was about to bleed.

Lu Zhengqiu's voice came from behind her: "Not only Brother Fang, but also Ah Ming is not on the boat anymore."

She was startled, and looked around, but there was no sign of Ah Ming.

"It's Nan Yanqi." Lu Zhengqiu said in a deep voice, turning to the disciple beside him, "You two go to the boat to save people, leave it to me here."

Di Dongqing nodded, exchanged glances with Si Yutong, and at the same time jumped up, kicking lightness kung fu with the soles of her feet, crossed the water, and jumped onto the boat.

As soon as Nan Yan Qi turned around, Di Dongqing grabbed her tightly.

After all, he only had one arm left, and because of his contempt, he discarded the long knife for protection. He was completely unable to resist the surprise attack, and was firmly pulled and held behind his back by the latter.But Si Yutong immediately chased out the copper bell and bound him with silver wires. The thin and tough wires tightened around his throat, making his eyes go dark.

He finally paid the price for his recklessness.

Ah Jin and Du Yun were also waiting for this moment. They took off the camouflage cloak, and pressed Nan Yanqi into the boat with all four hands, not giving him any room to escape.

Si Yutong walked quickly to Fang Shiping's side.

Fang Shiping was covered in blood, the long knife was still stuck in his chest, the blood pooled under his body, and Si Yutong didn't know where to stay.She could only slowly squat down, hold a hand from the pool of blood, and hold it with ten fingers.

The temperature in the palm is receding, and even the trembling is becoming lighter and lighter.

Her voice was almost choked, and she called over and over again: "Brother Fang, Brother Fang..."

"Yutong, you're okay..."

Fang Shiping opened his eyes slightly, the circles of his eyes had turned blue-black, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his pale as paper mouth.

Nan Yanqi will never understand why this person can still laugh when he is about to die.

Death is not something to laugh about.

But if death is what it deserves, it will be ridiculous.

The dead man was laughing, but the living man was crying. Two lines of hot tears flowed from Si Yutong's eyes. She said eagerly, "Brother Fang, hold on, we'll come to the shore and heal your injuries..."

"Atong..." Fang Shiping interrupted him with a trembling voice, and said slowly: "...Call Dongqing, I have something to explain to him, I must... tell him..."

At the same time, the Demon Cult's ship was sailing away.

Seeing that the situation was over, Zhuo Yinglian made a decisive decision, threw Nan Yanqi who was deeply trapped in the enemy's formation, turned the bow of the boat, and sailed into the mist.

Lu Zhengqiu led the Tianshui Gang in pursuit, taking advantage of the wind and continuously releasing arrows.

The people who punted Zhuo Yinglian's boat did not have her skill at all, they were shot one after another, fell into the water, and bloomed bright red blood flowers on the water surface.

Those who remained on board also gradually showed signs of fatigue, and instead of being able to make the ship move quickly, they became unnecessary burdens.Zhuo Yinglian simply kicked them into the Zeshui, and joined the companion of Zhongjian.

Cold Hook looked at her indifferently.

Taking advantage of the victory, the Tianshui gang pursued, shouting: "The remnants of the demon sect, where can we escape!" They kept throwing arrows on the water.

"Wait!" Lu Dongqing suddenly said loudly, "Don't kill me."

The archer beside him asked: "The demon sect does a lot of evil, why can't we kill it?"

Lu Zhengqiu said: "Look carefully, except for Yao Xian and Leng Hook, all the people on the boat are from Wuxi."

The archer looked shocked, and squinted his eyes to look in the direction of the boat. Those people were really like Ah Ming, with a high nose bridge and narrow cheeks, obviously the appearance of Wuxi people.

"Why would people from Wuxi assist the Demon Cult?"

"It may be because of Fuyao Qingfeng." Lu Zhengqiu said in a deep voice, "In short, save people first, and only after they are rescued will there be an answer."

The members of the Tianshui gang looked suspicious, but they still listened to Lu Zhengqiu's command, put down their bows and arrows one after another, and jumped into the water to save people. Pick it up in the water and carry it on your own raft.

But the Tianshui Gang has limited manpower after all, and they are too busy saving people to pursue them, so they can only let the Demon Cult's ships sail back into the mist and drift away.

Zhuo Yinglian's intuition told her that she had escaped the threat of pursuers.

But her gaze was still on the direction of the pursuers, and she was still looking at the figure commanding everyone in the distance.

The pitch-black clothes floated in the field of vision, like a shadow that could never be shaken off.

She whispered: "Lu Zhengqiu, do you think you can really sit for a long time as a hero?"

She put her hand on the string and pulled it full.

Her arrow traced the shadow and flew out like a meteor.

That was no ordinary arrow.

Just before hitting the target, it suddenly bloomed in the air, like a blooming flower, its tail feathers unfolded into five petals.

From the center of the stamen, countless hidden weapons are shot out.