A signal bomb exploded leisurely in the night sky, and colorful bright fireworks exploded in the sky. Even after a long time, they were still flashing in the sky!

On a street in Nancheng, dozens of corpses lay scattered on the ground, and two corpses wearing Yijian Sect costumes also fell on the ground. The death of these two Yijian Sect disciples was particularly miserable, with almost no limbs intact.

However, there were crowds of people everywhere in the streets and in all the alleys. There were countless men from all walks of life, all carrying weapons. The entire street was almost surrounded. People kept coming from all directions, and everyone looked grim.

Carrying knives, they gathered quickly at night.

In the middle of the street, several disciples of the Yijian Sect were surrounded, fighting non-stop, dripping with blood, and the smell of blood was strong. Zhang Zhishan, the third hero of the Twelve Heroes of Cangyun Mountain, and Chen Songyi, the seventh hero, attacked the pale Ling Xiaoxiao from the left and right.

Protect it.

Today, when they learned that Xu Tianle had died under Ling Xiaoxiao's sword, Zhang Zhishan and Chen Songyi did not hesitate at all, and ran out of the city with Ling Xiaoxiao. However, in the world of Jinling, the name of Yijianmen is really not useful.

He was quickly caught up by the Feihong Gang.

After all, the three sects and nine streams of Jinling are all supported by several big gangs. People like the Yijian Sect have no way to escape. Their positions are exposed very quickly, and they will be discovered wherever they hide.

Being chased all the way since noon, more than a dozen disciples of the Yijian Sect have been lost. Even Zhang Zhishan and Chen Songyi were more or less injured.

Although both of them are world-class in martial arts, the crazy Feihong Gang had no scruples at all and almost moved in full force. What's more, with the Gusu Nangong family here, the major gangs of the Feihong Gang were surprisingly xenophobic.

The people of the Yijian Sect are all masters, but a good man can't handle the large number of people. In addition, he has to protect Ling Xiaoxiao, so he has many worries. Before he can escape from the city, he has already lost almost all his people.

This endless gang of men is approaching menacingly, with murderous intent filling the air, and the smell of blood is overwhelming. Although the Yin-Yang Sword Formation of Yijian Sect is quite powerful, it is still difficult to withstand the overwhelming flying axes.

Chen Songyi clenched his hands and controlled the long sword. Sword shadows flew in the air, and each sword turned into five. The five sword blades were snoring and harvesting lives one by one. But his forehead was already dripping with sweat, and suddenly he drew it back.

Jian, shouted: "Third senior brother, you take the little junior sister and leave quickly. The disciples of the Yijian Sect obey the order and follow me to fight a bloody path!"

"kill!"

Chen Songyi stepped into the water, shouted loudly, and then threw the long sword in his hand forward, knocking over several people in an instant. The long sword flew back, holding the hilt tightly, and the muscles on his wrist and forearm were extremely tight.

Stretching, the sharp long sword rotated rapidly, as if it turned into a shield, and rushed into the dense crowd. The three disciples behind him set up their sword array, found a weak point in the encirclement, and rushed in.

A crisp crackling sound rang out in the night sky, countless axes flew up, and blood flowed wildly.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Zhishan grabbed the helpless Ling Xiaoxiao and rushed out, leaping onto the roof of a restaurant. The sword light chopped down the flying axes and quickly disappeared into the night.

On the long street, all kinds of wailings were heard one after another. Most of them were people from the Feihong Gang, but also people from the Yijian Sect. The Yin Yang Sword Formation was also washed away in the crowd!

There was fighting in the long streets, and Nancheng was in chaos.

…………

On a tall building at the end of the long fighting street, two young men were watching everything here. The smell of blood in the night floated far away, and also faintly drifted down here, accompanied by the night wind.

"Ahem!"

With a slight cough, Du Ruo tightened his cloak, took a deep look at the Yi Jian Sect disciples who were almost chopped into pieces in the long street, and asked softly: "Brother Wang, if you take action, can you kill me?"

Chen Songyi or Zhang Zhishan?"

Wang Que lay on the railing, shook his head, nodded again, and said: "If I rush over to Chen Songyi who is surrounded, he will definitely die. However, it is very likely that he will be exposed. As for Zhang Zhishan, I will not

I know, Yi Swordsmanship is known as the best martial art in the world, but I have never had the opportunity to experience it."

Wang Que turned over, leaned against the railing, stared at Du Ruo, and asked, "Why, Brother Du wants me to kill them?"

Du Ruo stared at the long street and said calmly: "It's just that a dozen ordinary disciples died, which is too cheap for the Yi Jianmen. However, a little interest is enough, but it would be bad if it was exposed."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Wang Que sighed: "The most annoying people are people like you. This is not enough. These are the inner disciples of the Yijian Sect. The entire Yijian Sect probably only has two hundred people, so they are going to die here.

More than a dozen of them were injured, and even Zhang Zhishan and Chen Songyi were injured. The Yijian Sect may go crazy!"

Du Ruo shook his head slightly and said: "It would be great if one of Zhang Zhishan, Chen Songyi and Ling Xiaoxiao could die."

"This is a bit difficult." Wang Que said.

Du Ruo smiled freely and said: "Yes, I am a little greedy. Although only a dozen inner disciples died, but in the future, Gusu Nangong and Yijian Sect will probably have to fight each other. In total, it is almost the same!"

"Hey, Chen Songyi ran away!"

The fighting in this long street is over. In addition to Ling Xiaoxiao and his three senior brothers and sisters, the last few of the dozen or so disciples of the Yijian Sect have also been completely accounted for here. And somewhere in the North City, the Feihong Gang

The signal sounded again.

As soon as this signal came out, Chen Songyi knew that Zhang Zhishan and Ling Xiaoxiao were being chased. He did not dare to stay any longer, so he chased after him as soon as he found an opportunity.

…………

The streets were quiet and there were no people around for miles around.

The streets in the dark night were very dark, with broken arms and limbs, dripping with blood, Du Ruo and Wang Que slowly walked over, both of them walking very slowly.

Du Ruo sighed a little, Yijianmen was worthy of being a top power, far beyond the upstarts like Gusu Nangong. They were chasing him all the way because the two masters Chen Songyi and Zhang Zhishan were always paying attention to protect Ling.

Xiao Xiao was a little lacking in skills, but a dozen inner sect disciples were killed without mercy until rivers of blood flowed out.

Du Ruodu was sighing. The last night battle in Gusu City, he was really glad that Gusu Nangong didn't pick up the slack. He was also glad that the Nangong family didn't take him and Lu Yang too seriously. They had enough wine bags and rice bags.

The Nangong family is not as desperate as the Feihong Gang, otherwise, there is no need to wait for Nangong Hubo to explain where he is.

Du Ruo walked quietly through the long street with his head lowered. Suddenly he raised his head slightly, and a flash of blood red flashed in his eyes. It jumped a few times, then returned to calm, and said softly: "It's such a pity, so much energy and blood are wasted.

Already."

Wang Que, who was squatting on the ground, turned his head and glanced at Du Ruo, stood up slowly, and muttered: "It's really a pity, so many people were killed, so many materials were wasted, and none of them were killed artistically.
Chapter completed!