One step can mean the difference between life and death.

Before Cheng Liang could swing his sword, Yan Xinglie's sword had already touched his chest and abdomen.

The next second, the skin was torn open and blood was flying everywhere!

But at that moment, Cheng Liang grinned.

"Succeeded."

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Cheng Liang lied. The magic weapons and talismans in Pingye Zhenfu Division were indeed used up, but the supplies allocated by the superiors arrived not tomorrow, but yesterday. Therefore, he could calmly choose some small props, such as golden armor talismans.

Then he plays some deadly tricks.

It is true that Yan Xinglie is experienced in the world, but there are many things in the world that can make people lose their minds and fall into traps. For example, a name that is enough to make hatred pierce the heart.

Let me ask, how many people in this world know Yan Xinglie better than Brother Paoze, who lived and died together in the past?

as expected……

Just a few centimeters away from Yan Xinglie's sword, a golden shadow of armor suddenly appeared. In the blink of an eye, the golden shadow was shattered by the sword, but Yan Xinglie's sword also

Returning in vain, he was slid into the void, shattering a cloud of cold rain in vain.

to the opposite.

Cheng Liang's sword blade had already bitten Yan Xinglie's head.

"Ding."

A soft sound blended into the wind and rain, almost inaudible.

Cheng Liang's pupils shrank, and he saw a long sword stabbing out of the darkness silently. The tip of the sword was pressed against the hilt of the heavy sword. With just one click, the trap he had set so painstakingly turned into a fantasy.

Amidst the sound of flapping wings, the night bird above finally stabilized its figure, and the light spread again, revealing a tattered Taoist robe behind the long sword, and a pair of tired but still cold eyes.

It is Li Changan.

Almost at the same time.

The White Lotus cavalry that followed finally caught up, and the knight at the head even bypassed the three of them and galloped towards the White Lotus Saint in the sheepskin. That person was dressed in colorful clothes, but it was the flower-picking thief Sang Chong who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity.

Steal people!

Yan Xinglie also woke up from his rage.

"Taoist Priest!"

Li Changan nodded slightly, and the bearded man waved his sword to force Chengliang back, then ignored him and turned around and rushed towards Sang Chong.

"Get out of the way."

Seeing this scene, Cheng Liang became even more anxious. This betrayal of his old friend was originally a surrender letter for him to defect to the White Lotus Sect. Unexpectedly, he was discovered by the Taoist priests, and instead he was tricked by the general. If he was betrayed by other people at the moment,

If someone saves the saint first, how will he gain a foothold in the religion in the future?!

In a state of shock and anger, he didn't care whether his opponent's swordsmanship was superb or not, and he casually tried to force the Taoist back with a sword.

But he soon discovered that he was dead wrong!

The sword in the hand of the Taoist priest was not a piece of rigid steel, but it was clearly a living spiritual snake. The tip of the sword was a snake's kiss, and the hilt was a snake's tail. It suddenly trembled in the air, shaking off the rainwater all over its body, and passed it around to form a beam and handed it out.

The heavy sword flew towards him and was about to bite his throat.

The souls of Chengliang's dead appeared in great numbers.

Fortunately, the rest of the cavalry had already caught up. A stinking wind blew up, and a figure squeezed in between the two men. He was wearing heavy armor and had copper skin and iron bones. He was the iron corpse warrior under the grave boy.

Cheng Liang staggered back a few steps. Before he could let go of his tense heart, he saw a flash of blue light disappear, and the fierce iron corpse warrior suddenly stopped moving.

Immediately afterwards, Dan saw the sword light burst out, and the fatal "snake kiss" was before his eyes again.

In fear, Cheng Liang didn't dare to block with the heavy thing in his hand, so he only had time to hold the talisman in his arms. Fortunately, there was more than one "Sitting Mu Tongzi" who came to help, and a bronze lantern stuck out from his ear.

, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and countless shadows seemed to gather into threads, tightly wrapping the pursuing sword.

However, the blue light that had just been glimpsed reappeared.

Hazy as a firefly, clear as a stream.

The shadow cast by the bronze lamp immediately melted the ice and snow, and the sword edge shrouded in green light instantly occupied Cheng Liang's entire field of vision.

"Ding."

There was another soft sound, and the phantom in golden armor appeared again.

"Why."

The Taoist sighed with regret and retreated.

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"My lord! My lord!"

Hearing the call in his ears, Cheng Liang's eyes, which were distracted by the sword light, finally gathered together.

He saw his men pointing at the ruins and saying something anxiously to him. Around him, the boy sitting in the tomb jumped and cursed while holding the head of the iron corpse. The "strange shadow" looked at the copper lamp with a missing corner with an expressionless face.

Sang Chong was struggling to get up from the muddy water with his limp arms... And he himself was still covering his neck with his hands, as if the sword was not blocked by the golden armor talisman and penetrated his throat.

"grown ups."

The subordinate called again.

Cheng Liang finally came back to his senses. He let go of his hands and looked down at the scarlet stain on his palms. When he raised his head again, he saw that the three people had broken through the encirclement and disappeared into the depths of the ruins.

His face suddenly turned red.

"Chase!"

……………………

The pursuit did not go well.

This ruin is filled with piles of high and low rocks, like a messy maze. It is also covered with slippery moss and tangled vines. The White Lotus cultists, who are so numerous, have difficulty moving and cannot organize themselves.

They were scattered, and it was difficult to form a numerical advantage in this complex terrain. However, Li Changan and the three of them fought and lost many of their men. But in the end they could not stand it anymore. The White Lotus cultists scattered in the fields gathered one after another, and finally the three of them were driven into a dangerous building.

.

Logically speaking, the opponent is already a turtle in the urn, and it is time to rush into the dangerous building and capture it. However, the White Lotus cultists only surrounded the dangerous building. Some people encouraged the attack, but most of them looked at each other.

The exhaustion, dampness, and coldness of the night pursuit, as well as the tragic deaths and injuries along the way, had long since worn away the fanaticism of the believers. Even Cheng Liang, who was eager to achieve success, only took a step forward and felt a dull pain in his throat.

Just at this moment, the scholar sent a message.

"My lord, we are tired of fighting. Let's make a truce for now. If you don't care about taking the saint's life, just come in!"

Hearing these words, Cheng Liang breathed a sigh of relief and called his men to set off fireworks.

"Surround us for now and wait until Zuo Shi arrives before we make a decision."

Having said that, he rested on the spot. He had been away from the battlefield for many years, but tonight's hard work had worn out a few layers of skin. Taking advantage of this breather, he looked at the ruins around him and the dangerous building in front of him, but the more he looked at it, the more he looked at it.

The stranger it is, the weirder it looks.

The rain stopped at night, the clouds dissipated, and the moon shone brightly.

A dilapidated building suddenly rose up from the ruins, crooked and scattered, like a giant whose flesh and blood were rotting but whose skeleton would not fall. The cornices piercing through the roof tiles were like jagged bones, holding up half of the waning moon.

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Cheng Liang frowned and thought, this ruins are on the border of Pingye, but why hasn't he, a hundred households in Pingye, heard about it? Looking at the degree of weathering of the ruins, it has obviously been a long time, and other surrounding buildings have also collapsed, so why is this building alone?

Standing still?

While he was thinking about it, the crowd started to make a noise. It turned out that Bai Lian Zuo Envoy finally arrived late with most of his elite troops.

Cheng Liang quickly put aside his weirdness, stepped forward to greet him, and took a look at the dangerous building.
Chapter completed!