Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

In the dark low cloud, lightning illuminates the gap between the sky and the earth, and another "lotus" blew up from the cloud.

Scattered around Pingye, blocking every crossing of Jindu, the large number of white lotus cultists, like hyenas smelling blood, gathered in the direction where the "lotus" rose.

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The rain intensified, the thunder and fireworks were swallowed by the torrential rain in the blink of an eye, and the world returned to darkness.

Suddenly.

"call out."

In the sound of breaking through the air, a stream of light penetrated the rain curtain, hovering in a depression full of muddy water, and the light spread a hundred steps, illuminating the rain traces in the air.

A closer look revealed that the streamer body was originally a slap-sized kingfisher composed of fine iron pieces. On the hollowed-out bird's chest, a fluorite lit up a blazing light.

This institution bird was named "Night Sparrow", and it was sent out by the imperial court as a prison and was used by the town Fusi to hunt down at night. In the past, I don't know how many heroes of the green forest have been chased. They have no way to go to the ground, but the feng shui turns, and now it is the turn of the town Fusi's people to taste it.

As soon as the bird hovered, a rush of hooves came from the end.

"Call!"

With a few whistles, a dozen knights broke into this small depression, and dozens of horseshoes made the water more muddy. It is not someone else who is headed by someone who sells friends and seeks glory but cannot be the leader. He drove his horse around to observe for a while, and his expression became more gloomy. He whistled again, called the bird to the front, turned over and got off the horse by the bright light, fumbled a few times in the muddy water, and lifted a corpse from the water.

"One step slower!"

As early as when the first white lotus fireworks ascended to the sky, Pingye's White Lian Zuo envoy and the old man realized that although they had rushed to the air in Pingye City, the play chess set had a miraculous effect.

This time they entered the city, they only entangled with well-known masters, and the vast majority of the congregants who had gathered were left. They were only divided into small groups to disperse, or squatted or wandered around Pingye’s large and small roads, and ordered strict orders. As long as they encounter Yan Xinglie, a firework warning will be issued, and as long as the firework is lit, everyone must rush to the place where the firework rises as soon as possible.

Due to the disorganization of the organization, even the senior leaders of the White Lotus Sect in Pingye City did not know how many people were gathered from various places. But what is clear is that the churches outside the city are just a crowd of scattered sand and mobs. Even if there are a few masters mixed in, they are definitely not Yan Xinglie and Taoist opponents. They can only hope that Yan Xinglie's traces can be exposed, and it will be slightly hindered. Their footsteps can enable the masters of the White Lotus Sect to catch up in time.

However, the horse galloping on rainy night is both difficult and dangerous.

Cheng Liang, who was eager to make up for his achievements, took the initiative to ask for orders, leading his confidant and a dozen white lotus masters who are good at equestrianism, as the vanguard troops to pursue Yan Xinglie.

Unexpectedly, after Pingye came out, the lotus in the sky kept exploding. He brought his men and horses through many twists and turns, but he was always in the air every time, and the corpses waiting for him were always messy, which made him even more angry and anxious.

If Yan Xinglie is gone, no matter whether it is Bailianjiao or Zhenfusi, there will be no place for him to become someone.

"Hey, this person..."

It was Cheng Liang’s general flag who was speaking. Because the locals were familiar with the path, he was taken by his side. This time, he learned that Cheng Liang took out the corpse from the mud and looked at it for a while, but he was surprised. Sound.

"Isn't this the second master of Heifengzhai's "Hundred Arm Sword" Xiangsheng?"

This Heifengzhai is a group of bandits around Pingye. The twelve leaders in the village are tyrannical figures. Relying on martial arts superb skills and daring to fight, they have repelled the official army several times. Such a character can be regarded as a powerful place, but unexpectedly it is the dark line of the White Lotus Sect.

"Hiss..." The general banner took a long breath, "This is really amazing!"

At this moment, his staff have learned a lot, and they have fished out ten more corpses from the muddy water. Xiao Zongqi identified them one by one, and all the twelve leaders in Heifengzhai were lying here. This fierce Heifengzhai on the flat land boundary became a past word overnight.

More than...

Cheng Liang frowned and looked at the dead body on his hand.

Unlike the general flag, he saw more. What is great is not how many people were killed, but how they were killed. The twelve corpses in front of them were found several times before, and there were no other extra wounds on their bodies. They were all fatally wounded, and they were killed by a clean blow.

For example, the dead man in front of him, only his throat was pierced by the tip of the sword, if it is not deep or shallow, it will kill him with only a small wound. Cheng Liang said that he tied people to death, and it was extremely difficult to stab such a result, not to mention the chaos in the rainy night.

He looked at the expression left by the corpse before he died, and was confused with fear, and his heart sank.

Can those white lotus cultists really hinder the other's footsteps? Can I really catch up? Is it catching up, can it be their opponent?

Just at this moment, another firework rose up in the not far away night sky.

Cheng Liang was agitated, wiped the rain on his face, and turned on his horse.

"Chase!"

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About half an hour.

Chengliang and his team rushed to their destination against the wind and rain, one by one in a mixed wood forest on a gentle slope. Unfortunately, like the previous few times, the bearded and Taoist priests have already left, leaving only a corpse.

But this time, everyone looked at the scene in the field, but their expressions were a little unnatural.

Looking longitudinally, the upper body that was chopped off was hung on the tree; the headless corpse with the smashed head fell by the side of the road; the belly was cut open and swelled by the rain; the separated heads were mixed and couldn't distinguish each other...

If it was an art exhibition of killing, this place is a living slaughterhouse.

The reddish rain flowed over the horseshoe, after a short silence.

Cheng Liang drove his horse into the arena and approached the only "living mouth" in the field. A broken spear pierced his chest and nailed to the trunk of a lingering man.

Cheng Liang was approaching, and his expression moved slightly.

Unfortunately, he also knew this person, but he was a powerful steward in the Pingye realm. This powerful company merged with the land to protect itself, and organized a group of training groups, and this was the leader. In the past, the government campaigned against Heifengzhai and recruited local courage from various clans, and his people took the lead in training and also joined the army.

Oh, no wonder the official army will be defeated.

He drove his horse closer, pulled the man's hair bun, and asked:

"Where is Yan Xinglie?"

The man's eyelids moved, opened his mouth and spit out some inaudible words, Cheng Liang frowned and leaned over to listen. Unexpectedly, the man spit out blood and poured it all into Chengliang's ears, and then there was no sound anymore.

"waste."

Cheng Liang was furious and tore it down from the tree, pierced it into the muddy water, and trampled the horse back and forth many times before calming the surging nameless fire in his heart. With a sullen face, he looked at the scattered corpses in the field...Slowly, the expression on his face changed from anger to doubt, from doubt to thought, and finally became ecstatic.

How was the death on the court? Brutal? Yes, injured beasts are always more dangerous.

However, this means that he is tired, his hands are soft, and the knife is also biased. There is no way to maintain that precise and efficient killing!

The prey finally revealed its flaws.

"boom."

Another lotus blossomed in the sky.

This time, very close!

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Yan Xinglie swept with the heavy sword in his hand, and Fang cut a fanatical white lotus cultist into two pieces. He heard the chaotic sound of the strings, and suddenly a few archers appeared in the grass ten steps away, and a burst of random arrows shot over.

"The wind comes."

Li Changan made a decision. The wind and rain rolled back and swept away all the arrows. Yan Xinglie took the opportunity to break into the crowd, turning his epee in his hand, and his limbs flew across with flesh and blood.

So another fight came to an end.

The Taoist priest stood leaning on the sword, and the blood on the sword was washed away by the rain, and he took the opportunity to pant in embarrassment.

Since encountering those seven white lotus swordsmen, without stopping the lotus-shaped fireworks, it seemed to have stabbed a hornet's nest. In this dark rainy night, there are always small groups of white lotus cultivators who suddenly pop up, ranging from a few people to as many as dozens, just like mosquitoes.

The two of them fought all the way and retreated. They couldn't distinguish the direction in the dark, so they could estimate the direction to be roughly east. When encountering the Bailian Cultists, sometimes they can avoid them, sometimes they can't reach them to prevent head-on collisions, sometimes they can stop them from launching fireworks, and sometimes they have to fight hard if they can't stop them.

Along the way, Yan Xinglie threw away the cloak that represented the identity of the Zhenfu Secretary. Because the cloak had been cleared by the rain and was heavy like a piece of lead iron, he could no longer afford it; when Li Changan took the human head, his hands became more and more stagnant. Shit, I don't know if the hands are weak or the sword is blunt.

The Taoist priest recovered a bit of strength, then turned around and pulled out a sheep from the bush cage on the side. The sheep was silly and stupid, standing still without yelling or moving, the Taoist priest held the rope and followed obediently.

This sheep is naturally the saint whom the White Lotus Cult has been searching for. Thanks to this sheepskin cover, the White Lotus Cultists who bumped into it would not know it, otherwise it would have been snatched away by the chaos.

The two of them did some repairs, and they wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Suddenly.

A thunder light exploded, drawing out a figure wearing a hat about two hundred steps away.

Yan Xinglie picked up a short bow on the spot, and Li Changan held on to the hilt.

"Two people, slow down, there is no malice in the next."

The man raised his hands, signaled that there was no weapon in his hand, and slowly approached, then lifted the hat. The **** gave him a lot of thunder and cleared his face.

"It's you……"

Yan Xinglie frowned and moved to stand in front of the sheep... This person was the scholar who had previously met in the monster manor and intended to assassinate the Saint White Lotus.

"What are you doing?"

"I am here to help the two of you. But now it seems that there is a lot of trouble. With the skills of the two, these mobs are basically blocking the footsteps of the two..."

"This is not right. Pang Dao now has a pair of arms that are very sour."

In this rainy night, I don't know how many white lotus cultivators lurked, and where there was time to talk about these kind words with him, the Taoist priest interrupted him unceremoniously.

"The scholar has something to say, so let's say it clearly."

"The Taoist speaks quickly."

The scholar was not annoyed, only bowed his hand.

"If this is the case, it will be abrupt. The two of you must be clear. Although the previous one has been like a broken bamboo, but they encountered..." The scholar pointed to the body of the Bailian Cultist, showing disdain. "...The mob."

"Although the masters of the White Lotus Sect were transferred to Pingye City by the two designers, since the fireworks rose, the two tactics have been exposed. The masters of the White Lotus Sect may catch up at any time, and the two of them are afraid that it will be difficult to fist. Four opponents..."

The Taoist priest and the big beard were silent. Although they didn't know where the scholar got the information from, they were true.

Seeing that the two did not refute, the scholar solemnly said:

"I have a plan. Not only can I get the two out of their predicament, but I can also get rid of those white lotus cultivators who have been chasing after them, so that there will be no dangers on the eastward journey... Now, it depends on whether you two believe me or not? "

Yan Xinglie was still speechless, and the scholar turned his attention to Li Changan.

"Do not believe."

The Taoist responded calmly.

"However, there is no other way in this situation, so let's talk about it."