Desperate Situation

In the military camp outside the city west, one thousand guards armed to the teeth were ready, with three hundred light cavalry as the vanguard, two hundred sword guards as the rear guard, and finally five hundred archers to support.

These were the elite of the elite from the capital, all of them well-trained and experienced in battle. After receiving the news from Liuzhuang, all the personnel were ready in just a quarter of an hour.

However, no matter how elite the troops were, they could not solve the hesitation of information.

Now half an hour has passed since the incident in Liuzhuang, and no one can be sure whether it is too late to rush to Liuzhuang.

"Go!"

The general at the gate of the camp gave an order, and all the members went out. Hundreds of horses galloped out, and the official road west of Yangzhou City was immediately covered with dust.

At the moment the army went out, several pairs of eyes in the woods on both sides of the official road were closely watching every move here.

These people were also dressed in white, which was very different from the white-clothed people in Liuzhuang, but there were some differences in the structure of the clothes.

There were several corpses behind the people in the woods. They were also dressed in white, but they looked exactly like the white-clothed people in Liuzhuang. The ground was covered with blood, which had soaked the soil and emitted a faint heat.

At a glance, it was obvious that they were people who had just died.

"The Guards have been dispatched. Report to the young leader immediately and send reinforcements. We will definitely kill all these thieves who pretended to be our White Clothes Sect!"

"Yes!"

...

In the backyard of Liuzhuang, the sun was still blazing, but the auspicious clouds in the sky were stirred up by the invisible true qi in the battle between the two peerless masters, and their shapes kept changing.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have believed that human power could cause such a change.

The clouds spread out in all directions with the two people fighting as the center, like an expanding vortex, and like a gradually growing big mouth, giving people an incomparable shock.

"Boom! Boom..."

Every time the old man and the woman who claimed to be the Holy Envoy of Water and Moon fought, there was a loud noise that shook the earth and mountains, like the roar of ghosts and gods. They fought from the top of the mountain to the mountainside, from the mountainside to the air, from the air to the lake, from the lake to the pavilion in the middle of the lake...

The fight between the two has become the center of the whole scene, making the spectators breathless.

On the side, more people in white clothes went up the mountain like a tide, drawing their long swords one by one and making desperate gestures.

Halfway up the mountain, a young man carried an old man on his back, and there was a child in front of him.

But this kid is not simple. He wears a strange black martial arts uniform, a huge black sword, and a tiger-head mask, revealing only a small bald head. His thin arms and legs seem like he can't lift it with his hands or shoulder it, but the heavy sword seems to have no weight in his hands. When he swings it, the airflow around him reverses, and sand and stones fly everywhere. From a distance, it looks like a black whirlwind. Those white-clothed people can't block a single move in front of him, and they can only scream. Wherever he passes, white-clothed people lie on the ground in all directions.

Xia Shang hid behind the boy and had no obstacles along the way.

If he could break out of the siege smoothly, it would be fine. Who knew that a large number of white-clothed people poured into the backyard of Liuzhuang, more than before, at least two or three hundred!

Xia Shang was half disappointed when he saw this scene. If there was another top-level master among these people who could hold Fusheng back, he would be in danger!

At this moment, the old man on his back seemed to have regained consciousness. He raised his head in a daze, rubbed his forehead, and took a breath of cold air.

"Hiss..."

A fist-sized goose bag was hanging in front of his eyes, and it hurt so much when he touched it.

This old man was invited to the small pavilion halfway up the mountain to discuss Taoism with the emperor. I think his identity is also extraordinary.

Who would not be respectful to him on weekdays? Who would dare to hit him?

Seeing his miserable appearance, the old man was furious: "Who? Which thief hit me?"

The old man was not fully awake yet, and he didn't know where he was, let alone what was happening around him. He only saw someone carrying him down the mountain.

"Whose kid is it? Put me down! I can forgive you for offending me."

How could Xia Shang have the time to listen to his nonsense? He ignored him and rushed forward. But the old man refused to give in and kept saying: "Little devil, let me go! Do you hear me? Let me go!"

He said this twice, and when he saw that the man carrying him on his back had not moved, he tore Xia Shang's head in anger and ripped off Xia Shang's headscarf.

"Fuck you old man!"

Xia Shang cursed in his heart, put him on the ground quickly, and looked back.

The old man stood on the ground, still blowing his beard in anger: "Where did you come from, little devil? How dare you offend me like this? I think you are young, kneel down and admit your mistake, and I will let it go."

"I'm sorry! You should sleep a little longer!"

Sleep a little longer?

What does it mean?

Before the old man could react, Xia Shang's black fist came again.

Bang!

The old man felt that his eyes went dark, and there was another big bump on his head, and he fainted again.

Xia Shang cursed this man inwardly for being troublesome. When he looked back, Fusheng had already killed his way to the foot of the mountain. A group of people in white fell to the ground and groaned in pain. Seeing this, Xia Shang hurriedly quickened his pace. As long as he reached the foot of the mountain, the space for activities in the backyard of Liuzhuang would be large, and it would be much easier to hide.

The two masters fighting on the mountain also noticed the positions of Xia Shang and Fusheng.

The woman in white knew that it would be difficult to hold back the fierce boy with these people in white, so how could she let them run away so easily?

Suddenly, the woman in white gritted her teeth, her momentum increased, and a burst of purple air suddenly burst out of her body. All the purple air turned into extremely thin silk threads flying around her body, and she placed the jade flute in her hand next to her mouth and blew it gently.

Suddenly, a melodious flute sound came from the air, and at the same time, the purple silk threads wrapped around her body seemed to be pulled by something, and instantly turned into flying needles that pierced her heart and shot towards her opponent!

The old man's face changed drastically when he fought with her. He quickly retreated, put his palms together, and circulated his true energy.

A needle of black mist floated out of his hands, and his palms were instantly dyed black. He used this black energy to practice several palms, and directly collided with the purple silk thread head-on.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

A series of dense explosions came.

Although the old man tried his best, there were too many purple silk threads, and every collision would force him to retreat.

Unknowingly, the old man's feet were deeply stuck in the soil and could not move.

"What a powerful demon woman!"

The woman in white smiled confidently, and the sound of the flute changed, and three purple silk threads suddenly turned behind her!

Her real target turned out to be Xia Shang!

"Be careful!"

The boy Fusheng reacted immediately. He knew that woman's ferocity, and any silk thread that caught up with Xia Shang would be dead.

Xia Shang's scalp was numb. Even a fool could see that the woman's fighting power was not at the same level as the previous 6xun. Even if he had ten lives, it would not be enough to die.

Fortunately, there was Fusheng. This kid was extremely fast. The moment he found Xia Shang in danger, he turned around, lightly tapped his toes and flew into the air with the giant sword, blocking between the silk thread and Xia Shang, biting his lips tightly, ready to take the opponent's three moves!