The chaotic rain is like an arrow, flying towards the face.

Cheng Liang just lowered the brim of his iron helmet to prevent the rain from hitting the corners of his eyes, and let the strong wind pull his cloak straight, and the flying raindrops hit it, causing bursts of water spray.

Amid the heavy sound of horse hooves behind him, there was a sudden cry of surprise, followed by several horses' neighs accompanied by human screams.

Without looking back, he knew that someone was unable to see clearly on the road in the rainy night, so he stumbled and fell off his horse.

Which number is this?

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he was quickly forgotten as fireworks rose rapidly behind the hill in front. He straightened up and ignored the rain hitting his face, waved his hand and shouted:

"Hurry! Hurry up!"

That was the third firework set off at the same location tonight, which meant that at least three teams unexpectedly encountered Yan Xinglie and his entourage in front; it meant that those White Lotus cultists, who were as insignificant as weeds, had finally entangled themselves.

The hands and feet of tired prey.

It means that the "prey" you are looking for is close at hand!

Strangely enough, the closer he got, the calmer Cheng Liang's mind became. It felt like he was back when he was on the battlefield, when he, Yan Xinglie and Li Kuiqi were known as the Three Tigers with their bravery. Countless days and nights

He just galloped like this, and then killed the barbarians to pieces.

However, the person who fought alongside him back then... a majestic figure flashed in his mind, and a name he chewed repeatedly in his mouth, but he still didn't spit it out.

Just at this moment, another firework exploded in the clouds.

The fourth way!

"drive!"

Cheng Liang was so excited that he spurred his horse forward and immediately left the others behind. He wanted to take back the White Lotus Saint before the others.

"Xi Lv Lv"

With the war horse raising its head and roaring loudly, he rode his horse across the hill, and the world suddenly became clear.

The rain gradually stopped, the chaotic clouds that were torn apart by the night wind flew across, and the half-waning moon appeared and disappeared from behind the clouds.

Behind the hill is a lowland with a wide view, in which the ruins of a large building complex lie. In the dim and uncertain moonlight, only a general and dark outline is revealed, undulating and spreading into the dark depths further away.

This is?

Cheng Liang was slightly startled by this unfamiliar ruins, but he soon stopped thinking. It didn't matter where this place was, what mattered was where Yan Xinglie was? Where was the White Lotus Saint?

Fortunately, he didn't need to spend more time searching. The scattered corpses in the mud guided his eyes to a slope at the front of the ruins.

The fighting on the slope was fierce, with more than a hundred White Lotus cultists surrounding the three of Yan Xinglie. However, despite the huge disparity in numbers between the two sides, the side with the smaller number of people did have the upper hand, and the White Lotus cultists were defeated step by step.

Among the mess of swords, guns, swords and halberds, the short-haired Taoist was dancing around, the long sword in his hand appearing and disappearing; the young man who looked like a scholar was holding a pair of iron rulers, as if he was very good at illusion. He just waved a spark from his hand, and turned around and scattered into a black smoke...

Huh? Who is this again?

According to the information Cheng Liang received, there was only one short-haired Taoist priest who was brave enough to get involved in Yan Xinglie's troubled waters. Where did a scholar who knew magic appear?

But that's not important, neither the scholar nor the ruins in the distance are important.

Cheng Liang's eyes were firmly fixed on the bear-like man in the crowd and the stupid sheep beside him.

"drive."

The horse spread its hooves under his whip. He stabilized the horse's stall and pointed the tip of his spear at the majestic figure in the crowd.

The name that was almost chewed in his mouth finally burst out from between his teeth.

"Yan Xinglie!"

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The bearded man had already noticed the sound of rapidly approaching horse hooves, and out of the corner of his eye, he even caught a glimpse of a horse riding in the wind and rain. However, the White Lotus cultists around him suddenly became more fearless and fearless of death, and rushed forward to entangle him with their flesh and blood bodies.

hands, feet and sword blade.

After a few breaths, several more corpses were added to the ground, and he finally found an opportunity to escape.

However.

The general turned around, and the bright tip of the spear was magnified infinitely before his eyes.

Between the electric light and flint.

Yan Xinglie swayed slightly with agility that was incompatible with his huge body, and the horse's spear that was supposed to pass through his chest fell into the empty space under his armpit. Then he stretched out his iron-like arms, and this man and horse-power

A blow weighing more than a thousand kilograms was caught under his arm with one arm.

Cheng Liang felt as if he had bumped into a stubborn rock. He was unable to make any progress with just a slight sway. He watched as Ma Shan bent to a heart-stopping degree. Before he could let go, the "rock" exhaled and said:

"drink."

There was a sudden spin, and people and horses were swept away.

The horse flew straight for more than ten steps, landed on the ground and rolled several times. When it stopped, all its limbs were severed, and blood foam gushed from its mouth and nose. It was obvious that it would not survive.

Cheng Liang, on the other hand, despite his huge body, was surprisingly flexible. He was able to get out of the saddle neatly in mid-air. Although he threw off his helmet, he rolled a few times to remove the force and stood up without any damage.

He took off his cloak that was soaked in mud and water, revealing the same uniform as Yan Xinglie's, and then drew the heavy sword at his waist... As a result, two giant men who seemed to be printed from the same mold appeared in front of him.

They faced each other in silence on this rainy night with corpses strewn across the fields.

……………………

Yan Xinglie looked at the old man across from him, whom he had depended on for life and death, with a somewhat complicated look on his face. Although he knew it would be of no use, he couldn't help but ask.

"Why?"

Cheng Liang didn't answer, he just grinned and sneered "Sure enough."

"Why?"

These words seemed like a rhetorical question and also like a mockery.

"Why did you turn to the White Lotus Sect? Why did you betray the Zhenfu Division? Why... betrayed you?"

He dragged the heavy sword forward and walked forward. The night bird followed his movements, fluttering its wings and hovering in the middle of the two people. The bright light spread out, drawing a circular area in the dark night, and the two people stepped into it at the same time.

It's like standing on a stage.

"I also want to ask why?"

Cheng Liang's voice was very calm.

"Why am I stuck in this small county town?"

"Why do you have to deal with mountain elves and wild monsters all year round?"

"Why can a mere seventh-grade county magistrate yell at me?"

"Over the years, I have been thinking about why, despite my great abilities, I can't get ahead, why can't I be prosperous and wealthy..."

He paused slightly, and there was a slight wave in his tone.

"...It wasn't until someone said something to me that I finally understood that what the imperial court can't give me, what Zhenfusi can't give me, and what Yan Xinglie can't give me, the White Lotus Sect can!"

"Heh, I guess you must be thinking: Who is the one who gave me the message? That's right..."

A nasty smile appeared on Cheng Liang's face. He looked at Yan Xinglie's increasingly ugly face and said word by word:

"plum."

The first word.

Yan Xinglie was already in a state of excitement, and his beard, which was soaked in rainwater, spread out in anger.

"Qui."

The second word.

Yan Xinglie stepped hard, mud and water splashed, and the person was ejected.

"strange."

The last word.

Yan Xinglie had already approached Cheng Liang, and with his thick sword that had been raised high, he slashed down with the wind and rain.

"Boom."

The sound is like a big bell.

In the burst of sparks, the clash of two heavy swords stirred up invisible shock waves. The drizzle floating in the light was instantly expelled. Even the night bird hanging above the two people was overturned, and the light of fluorite suddenly shrank.

, only two completely different faces were reflected, one was furious and the other was sneering.

And, there are two heavy swords biting each other in front of the face, one is stained with blood, and the other is as clean as new.

"Crunchz."

Steel and steel strangled together, making a tooth-breaking sound, and then the two swords suddenly bounced away. Then, two warriors with strange powers made the same move.

Hold the hilt tightly and swing the blade.

The difference was that after a brief struggle, Yan Xinglie took a step forward, while Cheng Liang took a step back.

However.
To be continued...