[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

Ye Rong feared that the stronghold would be exhausted, so he recalled the vanguard impatiently, and re-drafted the attack plan.

From the outside, the Wolongpo stronghold is calm and indestructible.

The high walls of the stronghold were brightly lit, several fortifications were still being repaired, and the villains surrounded the warehouse in shifts while recuperating.More than a dozen mechanism crossbows and arrows, long soldiers and swords are facing each other. Anyone who dares to come out will become a dead soul.

Xiao Fan retreated back to the main hall early to rest for a while, except for the armored helmet, the short hair that fell loose, his sweaty forehead looked exhausted, and he let the man in Tsing Yi beside him change the medicine for his bleeding shoulder.

The shoulder injury is not serious, but the personnel loss is serious.I have to say that the sudden attack of Ye Rong and Taoist Chunyang is quite powerful. It is not easy for him to last for more than three months.

He closed his eyes and pondered, when someone stepped in loudly with leather boots: "Overseer, the warehouse is still quiet."

Xiao Fan opened his eyes, and the slump between his brows disappeared in an instant. He sat up straight and looked at the woman from the Tang family who was dressed up: "Got it, catch the living."

"But, Governor..." Sister Pao wanted to refute, but she didn't want to meet Xiao Fan's eagle-like eyesight. She immediately had a cold war and could only nod, "Yes."

Sister Pao stepped on her leather boots and went out again. The man in Tsing Yi pulled up the wound cloth for Xiao Fan and tied a neat knot. Fang sat down beside him and looked into Xiao Fan's dark eyes: " Why do we have to catch him alive? The Hao Qi who came to us is always replaced obediently and killed if he refuses to accept it. For him alone, we have lost many people."

"Of course I know." Xiao Fan gritted his teeth and got angry, he said unwillingly, "But he is Mu Chenfeng, he must live."

"The Haoqi League values ​​the Zichen sword, and the Valley of the Evil is not uncommon. No matter how good a famous official is, there are many who are turned into lamp oil." The man in Tsing Yi spit out terrifying words, lowered his eyelids, and said in a deep voice, "Yes It’s not that he escaped by chance in Cangshan, but now he’s just ashes.”

"It's a fluke? Ha..." Xiao Fan sneered, shook his head sadly, and sighed heavily, "A person like him can only distinguish between intentional and unintentional, nothing is a fluke. Now that he is trapped here, it is better to say that he tripped my feet. Since you can't kill him, you still have to send people to surround him, which will only add to the disaster."

Seeing him gnashing his teeth and falling back into the chair, the man in Tsing Yi couldn't help frowning: "The warlord is saying that he was captured on purpose?"

"It's obvious to all that he went around the warehouse door and killed seven or eight people one after another. He just sat there and forgot to concentrate, and he is still unscathed." Xiao Fan knocked on his eyebrows, sighed until his teeth trembled, "The gang Even beggars from the Haoqi League can be put in the bucket, and you expect to kill Mu Chenfeng? I don’t have the materials in Wolongpo, otherwise, if there is even a little bit of poison in Zheyi, even a fingernail, he would have turned into a bone."

"Then why do you still have to catch them alive? Wouldn't it be clean if the warehouse was blown up by fire and thunder..."

"Because he is Mu Chenfeng." Xiao Fan interrupted him, picked up his helmet and stood up, "He is alive, Ye Rong will still be scruples, but dead is worthless."

The words went back again, and the man in Tsing Yi saw that Xiao Fan didn't make it clear, so he had to hand him the sword and shield: "The warlord is going to fight?"

"Calculating the time, it's time for Ye Rong to come." Xiao Fan straightened his helmet, grasped the handle of the Mo Dao, strode out, and ordered in a deep voice, "Haoqi League prisoners—kill them all."

Cang Yun's iron boots had just stepped down the steps, when there was a loud roaring sound from the side of the stronghold - the door was broken.

"Death or death, this posture, Brother Mu, are you dating?"

In the dimly lit warehouse, someone was clamoring to polish the torch, which reflected his shabby but resolute face in a turban on one side, and illuminated the Taoist priest beside him who was meditating on the other side.

As soon as this title was mentioned, even Mu Chenfeng frowned slightly, and then said coldly: "There is no such person."

"Ah? Wasn't that Wanhua in Cangshan last time?" The beggar gang gave him a disgusted look, stood up, patted the gray pants, and looked out the crack of the door, "It's still there, this gang Why are the villains so patient today? Could it be that they want to burn us to refine our corpses?"

"If you're talking about Jiang Yuhan, he has a poor memory and is not good at martial arts, so he would never come here." Mu Chenfeng answered his previous question, speaking unhurriedly and sitting upright. The disciples of the beggar gang seem to be very different from each other.

"Alas, I have put in so much effort to save you, and it's really embarrassing that your good friend didn't come." The beggar gang rubbed his chin covered with stubble, obviously not listening to Mu Chenfeng's denial. Go, and said relaxedly, "But it's true, those Tang Sect dolls outside the door are afraid of my punching skills, and your good friend will probably suffer."

Mu Chenfeng opened his eyes slowly, and happened to see his blood-stained wrist strap loosened halfway, dangling in the firelight, and couldn't help but whispered: "Thank you, Brother Guo Yun."

"Ha, it's not a loss to be called brother by you." The beggar gang smiled heartily, sat down again as if he was not injured at all, found a piece of wood and stuffed the fire fold into the crack, "The beginning of the year We were still dying in Cangshan Mountain, but fortunately we all survived, otherwise, we could only be ghost brothers."

As Guo Yun said, he pushed the black cloth covering one eye, revealing a corner of the scar, and listened to the roaring sound outside the door.Huozhezi was shaken twice, reflecting the ugly face of the beggar gang.

When Mu Chenfeng heard him mentioning Cangshan, he was silent immediately, and after a long time, he adjusted his breath and got up, drew out the long sword behind his back and approached the warehouse door, as if he was ready to fight with others at any time: "It's my fault that I hurt Brother Guo."

"Where?" Guo Yun said in disgust, glanced at his calm appearance, and shook his head: "However, if I had known you were capable of going out, I would not have come. Follow the supplies team to move here slowly, without fighting, and drink..."

"Ten altars." Mu Chenfeng interrupted him.

"It's easy to say." The beggar gang smiled, found his own bamboo pole and stood up again, rubbing his fists "clucking" again, "That kid Ye Rong is really slow, grandpa, I can't wait to get the Tangmen doll at the gate of Dunmen."

Ye Rong borrowed the troops from Zhengdaotang, against the normal head-to-head confrontation, put fuel and gunpowder together, and Xiao Fan buried a circle of fire mines at the base of the city wall before detonating before touching anyone, and the four or five fierce firemen The arrow towers became squibs together.

When Ye Rong led the crowd to break through the line of defense in one go, and wanted to fight Xiao Fan, an opponent who had been fighting for four months, unexpectedly, he led people into the meeting room, and the cups and plates inside were smashed, and Xiao Fan had long since disappeared. trace.

"How unreasonable! Because he is a villain and a famous devil, he ran away!" Ye Rong was so angry that his teeth itch, and he smashed the floor tiles with a epee, "What happened to the warehouse? Where are the people?"

"Master Ye, if you can't beat him, run early, that's called resourcefulness." Someone punched and kicked the guards of the stronghold away, and joked at Ye Rong from a distance, "If you don't run hard, it's called stupid. Xiao Fan doesn't look stupid, just run away." .”

Ye Rong saw Guo Yun's fists and feet clearly, drew out his light sword and jumped out, stabbed the sword with his backhand, and cut off the enemy in the flank: "When did you come?"

"If you don't have the ability to touch in and out, how can you beg for food?" Guo Yun gave Ye Rong a bright smile in the light of the torch across the fighting field, retracted his fists, and then released a move of Kanglong to straighten people straight Push straight to the city wall.

"Three steps back to the right."

The cold voice appeared in the crowd of fighting shouts, the voice was not loud but it was clearly audible, Ye Rong turned his head, and saw a sword qi slashing out from the direction of the warehouse, the chilling killing made people chill.

"Two punches." Guo Yun clapped his palms together without looking back.

As soon as the palm wind fell, the sword energy happened to intersect with the figure, and Xiang Sheng defeated the enemy with a single blow. The Taoist priest in blue and white clothes stepped on cloud pattern boots and landed firmly behind Guo Yun.

The person who came was Mu Chenfeng, who looked fine from head to toe, Ye Rong stroked his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"On the left side." Mu Chenfeng swept his eyebrows across and nodded again.

"You can kill yourself." Guo Yun curled his lips, and sent out his punches accurately, "One punch, one kick, plus...a flying kick."

The person who sent it up received a blow, and flew out in an arc, Mu Chenfeng swung his sword, and the person who landed was separated.

Ye Rong stared at the head that rolled to the ground, and frowned: "Where are the others?"

Mu Chenfeng shook his head, but Guo Yun cursed: "Xiao Fan did a good job, and he won't get paid for it."

"This beast!" Ye Rong immediately clenched the hilt of his sword, stretched his neck to look around, and roared, "Where did he go?! Tell me if you know!"

Ye Rong flicked his ponytail and took off his headband, the light sword trembled in his hand, as if he was completely angered, his subordinates hesitated seeing him like this, looked from the air and dared not approach, hesitated for a while before going Pointed at one place.

Mu Chenfeng dodged to Ye Rong's side in two or three steps, and pressed his sword-holding elbow with the hilt: "I'll go."

Ye Rong was stunned for a moment, the Daoist Chunyang, who rarely talked to him, had thrown a circle of blood beads from his horizontal sword, and flew away in one direction with ease.

"Why are you standing there?! You all follow!"

Ye Rong just yelled again, Guo Yun pressed the golden pattern on Ye Rong's shoulder, turned around and jumped into the air and followed him lightly: "City Master Ye, please be safe, I will go."

The two of them left the burning stronghold one after the other, and within a moment they easily passed the pursuing team of their own people, leaving the blue furnace flag behind.

In the dark night, the tall and straight spruces of Louyunling cover the sky and the moon, and the misty Wangjiang Cliff is vaguely discernible.Suddenly Faint Crow was startled, and a figure leaped down from a tall tree nearby, with long sleeves rolled up and a few ethereal sounds, which could force Mu Chenfeng, who was hovering in the air, to a halt.

"What's going on?" Seeing the person in front of him dodge and fall, Guo Yun quickened his steps to find out. He didn't want the invisible sound of the piano to be like a knife blade that could not be felt in the dark. Beat people into a coma.

Guo Yun half fell to the ground, Mu Chenfeng glanced sideways, drew his sword to stop the man, and said loudly: "Killing people and abandoning the city, Dujun Xiao planned it long ago, so why are you afraid of chasing him?"

Hearing the cold voice echoing in the forest, the visitor chuckled, and walked slowly into the light from the cracks in the trees, revealing a blood-red Tsing Yi and the piano in his hand: "Yang Yiran, please Mu Mu!" Daoist enlightenment."

"The Changgemen are really elegant, humble and polite." Mu Chenfeng glanced at his gentle face, said polite words but was unmoved, instead twisted a mantra to form a barrier of charm, and opened his cold eyes again Lips, "Get out of the way."

"I advise you to grow up cheap, and accept it when you see it." Yang Yiran smiled unabated, as if raising his hand casually, plucking a few strings in the air, and there was an illusion of himself beside him, "After all, it's not easy to climb back from Cangshan Mountain." easy."

Yang Yiran looked contemptuously, but Mu Chenfeng let go of the hand gestures he was holding, and a sneer came out vaguely from his chest, so low that it made people's hairs stand up, and the sword flower was pulled, and the sword move full of killing intent had already been sent out early , Aiming at Changge's position and chopping down.

Yang Yiran was overwhelmed by his sudden cold and terrifying aura, instinctively took a few steps back to avoid the blade, turned around and picked up the strings to lay out a range of offensive and defensive sounds, flying a few crackling sounds to disturb his moves.

Mu Chenfeng didn't get a single blow, the blade turned and locked Changge's moving steps, raised the sword and made another killing move, causing the wind in the forest to tremble, and aimed straight at the heart vein.

This swordsman is usually only good at his moves, he is cold and aloof and determined, Yang Yiran thinks he understands it thoroughly, and now he is facing his sword moves, but unexpectedly sees in his dark pupils that he is going to burn. Aroused anger and desperate courage.

The author has something to say: when writing about camps, there is not so much vigor and benevolence, and the expression may be self-centered and dark.

There will be more supporting roles in these two chapters, and there will be fewer appearances in the future, and the next chapter will be the leading role