Dawn is approaching, and the quietness and rising light in Qingluan Valley are intertwined, with a strange serene. Before this, the revenge that originally thought would appear did not appear, and it was mostly relieved whether outside the valley or inside the valley, but the sisters and sisters surnamed Fang were disappointed. Even if one or two came, they could not stand the alarm and were fading away all night.

In short, no matter what, since the damage has not happened, maybe it is still on the way... I was relieved anyway, because there is still time.

Yu Chongzhi, who was lying on the couch, thought so. After some treatment, his condition has eased a little and he can go to the ground. If he is angry, he can only let his fate go. Looking outside, the clear sky awakens his son who is guarding the bed.

He held up a little and spoke slowly: "Han Zhong, the brother and brother seem innocent, are really bold and unconscious. After all, the people in this valley have no relationship with them, and even the Ming Cult behind them. I am afraid that they will die, and they may not feel guilty. But you and I can't do it. This is originally a paradise for them to be housed. If you keep going here, it will inevitably become a place to bury. I feel guilty and sad. You might as well go out of the valley to find the prefect Shen in Hangzhou to explain the reason to avoid the disaster of war."

Yu Hanzhong raised his head, then, nodded, and hurried downstairs to do it. On the bottom of the wooden building, the silent man of Muna led the horse and walked along the small path in the terraced fields, heading towards the crack, the horse's hooves stepped on the ground, passed through the water curtain, and approached the exit, and there was a person standing in front of him.

"Where is Uncle Yu?"

The figure came over, with a green leather armor, holding a Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand. Fang Jie rubbed his eyes, let out a sigh of relief, and said disdainfully: "Those soldiers probably didn't dare to take risks when they saw the sky was still dark. If I was the Ming Cult, I would have taken it down as early as the second day. Uncle Yu didn't know how to do martial arts, so I should go back. I can still guard it for a while. When dawn, my sister will replace it. With me and I guard this line of sky, even if the other party is in a thousand troops, they will not be able to get through."

On the horse's back, Yu Hanzhong's dark and rough face thrust, his shoulders undulating. The silent man stared at the other party with white background and black eyes, gasping, and then he roared, "You two fools--"

"My father was so angry that he couldn't get out of bed. Do you know that he has been doing that kind of thing in front of him... that kind of thing... Over the years, my father has exhausted his body in order to protect dozens of people in the valley. You bandits who are witchy and confusing the public know that they know how to fight and kill, and whether they will give them a way out!"

A man who has always given people little talk has an indescribable anger at this time. The kind of depression accumulated in his heart for a long time finally burst out at this moment, and the target is a young man who often visits the door.

"You want to kill officials and rebel, you want to be the best, but you also want to give us a way out. Not everyone wants to live like you, nor does everyone have the ability to save their lives. Killing a person is like killing a beast!"

His tone paused, and he roared again: "—Get out, I'm going to leave the valley."

"Okay, it turns out that you are having an affair with the government."

Fang Jie was shocked by the other party's words at first, but when he heard it, he felt different. He realized that he was going to the government office, so he crossed the painting halberd in his hand.

"I can't let you go. If I ask you to go, Grandpa Yu's name as a 'miracle doctor' in the world will not ruin you completely? Uncle Yu quickly go back. Fang Jie thought this happened today."

"you--"

Yu Hanzhong was so angry that he couldn't speak. He remembered that his father said that these two people seemed innocent, but in fact they didn't know what they knew. Now, it's a bit ugly. Isn't it just a lack of mind?

If you continue, even if it makes sense, it will be dawn.

He pinched the reins in his hand and wanted to rush over in one breath. Suddenly, he stopped again. At the exit, under the misty sky, another person stood there.

Black-clothed iron armor, iron face, and a cloak.

.... Fang Jie turned around and saw that the man was dressed very strangely. He shouted, "Today, the miracle doctor will not see a doctor, and come again next day."

Later, the sound of footsteps behind the man swarmed over, with shadows, also in black armor, holding blades and weapons, and the crossbowman following behind.

"kill--"

The cold tip of the knife pointed to the iron-faced man shouted coldly, and dozens of figures swarmed in the sound of rustling footsteps, killing them. The morning wind blew by, with murderous intent all over the sky.

Fang Jie was afraid without seeing too many people. Instead, he shook his painting halberd and shouted: "I'm finally here, come, chop it up here."

Then, the figure approached, and two blades slashed over his head and came towards him. The painting halberd was shaking, breaking forward, and then hanging horizontally. Suddenly, blood poured down, mixed with the sound of bone breaking, and rushed into two front guards, instantly breaking into two pieces and pounced on the ground. Behind, several pairs of footsteps passed, speeding, and the blade banged over. Fang Jie took a step back, and the horizontal halberd danced and blocked it with several sounds, and all the blades were blocked.

Then the steel knife pressed on the halberd pole and was pushed back. Fang Jie's eyes flashed with excitement. He turned around and waved it. The tip of the halberd drew a semicircle. With several sounds, Mars exploded on the iron armor of the people, and then fell to the ground and moaned. During the fight, the crowd of people coming from the opposite side broke through, and a figure rushed over, his steps were steady and very fast, and then he jumped. The cold knife in the man's hand buzzed in the air.

The knife slashed directly on the halberd pole, and a sharp sound broke out. The two of them fought and retreated. Fang Jie then changed his previous disdain, his eyes were solemn, and he shouted: "It's much better than those officers and soldiers. Heroes, what's your name?"

"Tongchang Commander--Yang Zhi."

The next moment, the figure rushed forward and pulled the two closer in a blink of an eye. Fang Jie also met without hesitation. He was originally not weak in martial arts, and was guided and trained by many experts in the teachings. At least among the younger generation, he was among the best, especially the painted halberd in his hand, which was not as brave as Lu Bu of the Three Kingdoms back then.

In an instant, the two collided together, and the slits were slashed with knives and halberds. Their speed was also very fast and powerful. The rafted cliff wall left deep traces and rocks splashed everywhere. After a few more moves, Fang Jie's body shook a few times and stiffened a little. He gritted his teeth and took a few steps back. His chest was burning and painful. Then he remembered Doctor Yu's advice, remember not to use force within a month.

"Iron-faced man, I will fight you next time."

Fang Jie retracted his painting halberd and jumped onto Yu Hanzhong's horse's back, squeezed him in front, turned around and squeezed his horse's belly, and wanted to rush back to report the message to notify his cousin.

"Where to go--"

"Stay for me!"

Yang Zhi shouted violently, exerted force with his feet, ran out on the spot, then jumped, stepped on the rock wall on the right side for several steps, and came to the top of the opponent, and slashed with a vertical knife.

On the horse's back, Fang Jie waved his halberd in one hand.

Wow—

The single arm could not bear the load, and the depressed softened, and the Huaji could not hold it firmly and fell off the horse.

Yang Zhi landed on the ground, walked over, picked it up. Then he hooked his finger at the back with one hand, pointed to the front, and said sternly: "Kill here."

.....

The horse rushed out of the crack frantically and looked back.

On the surrounding mountain walls, the torches are sufficient, and then—

Ropes were thrown down, and black shadows came down. The shouts of killing sounded from all directions, and began to surround, shrink, and kill them.

"sister--"
Chapter completed!