On the bend in the heavy rain, the rainwater splashed into the mud. When An Xifu suddenly rushed towards Wang Yin, the eight riders behind him also suddenly spurred their horses and madly galloped forward, fighting with Wang Yin's people.
The Black Feather Guards were the military law team under Fang Baihua, and also the most elite part of the Euphoria Army. Even after the Euphoria Dynasty had completely collapsed, these eight people were still able to work for An Xifu. They were also tenacious and stubborn people. Their experience in battle had given them decent skills, and they had simple but effective battle formations and killing methods. As for An Xifu himself, he was also a resolute and decisive person to be able to gain Fang Baihua's favor. In terms of martial arts, although he was not as good as Liu Watermelon and Chen Fan, he was not inferior to the likes of the "Twelve Gods of Jiangnan". If placed in the Jianghu, he would also be an outstanding figure among the youths. The only thing he lacked was age.
However, when it came to Wang Yin, it didn't have much meaning.
If An Xifu was said to be outstanding, then Wang Yin was already one of the people who had reached the peak of the Underworld.
Because of this, when An Xifu charged forward with a stance of risking his life, he only swung his sword with one hand and cut open the curtain of rain. The gap between the two was too big. Amidst the charging figures, An Xifu was originally still running, but was suddenly forced into a defensive position. Then, he swung his sword in the air again, and his straw cape fluttered.
In the heavy rain, Wang Yin's casual swing of the sword was almost artistic. The rain that was forced to stop stopped in the air for a moment, forming a straight line. The bright light of the water flew for a few meters before stopping. In the heavy rain, there seemed to be streams of flowing light in the shape of a fan. People who saw the light of the water couldn't help but avoid it. Otherwise, if it splashed on their bodies, they would have the illusion of being cut by the light of the sword.
An Xifu stopped after only one strike. Under the second strike, his figure retreated awkwardly, and he pounced to the side to avoid the fierce move. A member of the Black Feather Guards pounced over. Wang Yin's arm moved, and that person was slashed in the rain along with his saber. The broken saber, arm, and blood filled the sky. Wang Yin closed in on An Xifu, and with another slash, An Xifu was sent flying.
"There aren't many people left under the Holy Duke's command …" He said as he walked in the rain. "Although you're not one of us, I don't want to kill you with my own hands. It's just that the thing in your hands is useful to me. Take it out and I won't pursue this matter any further. "
"Afraid of death, betraying your master for glory. Wang Yin, they were wrong about you back then!"
"If things don't work out, I can only let go. An Xifu, I don't need to explain my methods to you. You only need to know that now …"
"King. Yin. "
Before Wang Yin's voice faded, a voice appeared in his ear. When he said "King", the voice seemed to be far away, but when the word "Yin" appeared, it was already behind him. It was the style of Jianghu masters to show their honesty and uprightness when someone came from behind. At the moment when Wang Yin turned around, a person's existence suddenly burst out from the rain, surging with murderous intent.
That figure rushed all the way to quickly approach, but it didn't cause the slightest movement. But at this moment, the monk staff waved, splashing water in the air like an exploding dragon head. The two figures suddenly collided.
The moment they clashed, even the rain was forced away. In the next moment, Wang Yin leaped several feet away from the battle circle. When he stood still, the straw cape on his body was already torn and fell into the rain. He dropped the other half of the cape on the ground. In his hands, there were already two long swords, one held vertically and the other in a reverse grip. On the other side, the one who fought with him just now was a burly man, waving a monk staff. He suddenly stopped on the ground. The bamboo hat on his head was cut by the long sword, and then he took it off, revealing a pair of eyes that were not angry but powerful. The man had a full beard, but neither his hair nor beard were long.
The monk staff buzzed faintly in the air.
"Treasure Light Buddha", Deng Yuanjue.
Wang Yin looked at An Xifu, who was rolling in the mud, and showed a slight, appreciative smile.
*****
The rain came and went. In this world north of the Yangtze River, there was no end to the rain.
When the spring thunder cut through the sky, the girl on the side of the road looked back and suddenly became a little absent-minded.
"What's wrong?"
"Hmm?" When her companion asked, the girl turned around and thought for a moment. "Oh, nothing."
"Is someone following behind?"
Because they believed in the girl's strength, their companion looked back, thinking that she had found something, but the girl shook her head.
"No." She was silent for a moment. "I just thought of Sister Qian 'er. I don't know how she is now."
"Xiaofan should be protecting her."
"When we scattered her, she was badly injured."
As the girl said this, the sky turned white again, and then there was another boom.
The three people on the side of the road were Liu Watermelon, Fang Shuchang, and Qian Luoning. They came out to investigate the situation.
Ever since Sikong Nan's remnant Manichaeism got involved in this matter, the pursuit of the experts was extremely thrilling. However, this side was also quite vigilant. Usually, the other side could not gather a large number of people in time to bring disaster to this side. However, this area was already crowded with people. The government had many spies, but they did not have any intelligence channels, which brought about a lot of trouble.
Now there were a lot of injured people on their side. Although they could hide for a while according to their previous experience in Jianghu, they often had to change locations within half a day. Among Liu Watermelon's subordinates, Du Sha and Luo Bingren were the most skilled in martial arts. After Du Sha lost his arm, Luo Bingren had the responsibility of overseeing. Among the people below them, Fang Shuchang's style was relatively gentle and meticulous, while Qian Luoning was quite smart. Liu Watermelon brought them out to investigate and understand the situation around them. If it went well, they could set up a formation to buy some time for their side.
The other side was pressing hard and would not let up. How many days they could hide, or whether they could cross the Yangtze River south to reach a safe place, was already an extremely serious problem.
After the thunder, Watermelon walked forward. Qian Luoning looked up, then looked back a few times. He wanted to say something, but Fang Shuchang had already reacted. He patted Qian Luoning's shoulder, indicating that he should not say anything.
He walked forward and told Watermelon some of the information he had just obtained, "Do you think … it's him?"
Previously, when they came out, they secretly found a nearby detective and met a few martial artists who might be Sikong Nan's subordinates. They quietly followed them and found that the situation seemed to have changed in this half a day. Now there were still many people chasing them, but outside of this, there was another group of people who had been separated to surround and chase a group of people that they were obviously more concerned about.
Fang Baihua was still on their side. Even if the previous few hundred people were scattered, the rest of the people should not have caused such a commotion. They vaguely heard from the detective that the other side was looking for some kind of account book, but more than that, they would not be able to find out in a short time.
Fang Shuchang was by Watermelon's side. In the past, he was also the person who had the most contact with Ning Yi. From the thunder just now, he vaguely guessed Watermelon's thoughts. However, Watermelon thought for a moment and shook his head, "It doesn't seem like it."
"I'm not sure. Something like an account book, it sounds like he's playing."
"But I don't think it looks like it, and we can't make it in time."
"If he follows Chen Fan to the south day and night, there might be a chance, but if he comes …"
"What can he do even if he comes?" The girl furrowed her brows. "I also know that he has some tricks up his sleeve, but the situation now is different. Third Brother, you also remember the situation back then. In the few months after he was captured by us, if we wanted to kill him, he would have to stretch out his neck to be killed. His martial arts skills are not high, and that is ultimately his weakness. Now that the people gathered around us are … are … anyway … there is no room for him to interfere. There is not enough time to plan, and he will die if he gets involved. "
Speaking of plots and schemes, what Ning Yi had done back then was very impressive. He had deceived the entire Tyrant's Blade Camp and even many of the higher-ups in Fang La's military. But when it came to intelligence, Watermelon was not much worse than anyone. Thinking back, if he didn't have a few months to lay down the seeds of trust along the way and act according to the situation, it was very likely that Ning Yi would have been killed back then. Others might be frightened by the legend of the Heart Demon that destroyed Liangshan in three days, but in Watermelon's eyes, it was the result of a few months of planning and the power of the imperial court.
The people gathered here were all top-notch masters in the Underworld. With Ning Yi's martial arts skills, it was not impossible for him to come here and play a plot, but if he was unlucky and met a master like Sikong Nan, Lin Eechan, or Wang Nantuo, the result would be unimaginable. Moreover, her intuition told her that this account book should have nothing to do with Ning Yi. She did not know whether she was happy or unhappy because of this, but her tone was a bit harsh.
Fang Shuchang curled his lips, but then Qian Luoning caught up and reached out to pat Fang Shuchang's shoulder. The two of them stopped. When they turned around, they saw Qian Luoning looking back with a puzzled expression.
The rain rustled. The grass on the mountain path was low, and the forest not far away seemed dark and deep. After a while, Watermelon also frowned slightly. At this moment, Qian Luoning suddenly bent over, pulled out his blade, and rushed out like a cheetah.
He rushed into the darkness with a swoosh, followed by Fang Shuchang. The trees trembled as if rainwater was pouring down from the treetops. There was no sound of weapons inside, but in a flash, a strong gust of wind rose. Watermelon also pulled out her blade and rushed in. As her figure leaped, the blade in her hand and her fist fused together, and then there was the sound of clashing hands.
She hit something a few times, and then there was a whoosh in the forest. With a sweep of his wide sleeve, Watermelon, Fang Shuchang, and Qian Luoning's voices flew out at the same time.
A loose monk's robe, a round face, and an abyss-like aura gradually appeared in front of the three of them. It was Lin Eechan. He had a smile on his face, and his steps were slow and steady.
In terms of skills, Liu Watermelon, Fang Shuchang, and Qian Luoning were already close to the top. In addition, they were from the Tyrant Blade Sect, and they worked together seamlessly. There were few in Jianghu who could match them. But just now, Lin Eechan had fought against three of them alone. Although no one had gained the upper hand, the strength he had displayed was truly astonishing. Watermelon's fist technique was carefully created by Liu Dabiao in the past. It was combined with the Tyrant Blade, and the atmosphere was filled with countless killing moves. Although Watermelon looked petite, her kung fu was enough to split stones. She had hit Lin Eechan a few times, but the other party's thick skin and flesh did not seem to be injured at all. The three of them looked at him and did not speak for a while.
"Last time, you left in a hurry. It's a pity that you didn't speak to the daughter of an old friend," Lin Eechan said. "You're Liu Dabiao's daughter, the one called Watermelon, right? The other two should be Liu Dabiao's personal disciples. Indeed, heroes come from young. Hmm … Is your husband's family among them? "
Watermelon held the blade and looked at him. Qian Luoning said, "What 'Devil Buddha' Lin Eechan? You're too fat to be a stalker. You'd better lose some of your flesh first!"
Watermelon twisted his wrist and said in a hoarse and rough voice, "Also, your body movement is not good. You can't even dodge my fist."
Fang Shuchang said, "Also, you ask about a woman's husband's family. You have bad manners."
The three of them mocked and ridiculed. Lin Eechan smiled and did not seem angry. "Lin Eechan is the name I used when I was young. You don't have to mention it anymore. A day ago, I asked someone to send a challenge to Zhou Dong. Now, I use the name Lin Zongwu. Although I didn't come here with good intentions, I really wanted to see Liu Dabiao's descendants and greet them. "
When he said this, Fang Shuchang's lips twitched. Qian Luoning glanced at Fang Shuchang. The two of them clicked their tongues and were about to laugh mockingly. However, Lin Eechan continued to speak.
"Tiannan Overlord Blade is indeed a grandmaster. Back then, I couldn't compare to him. Eldest Senior Sister also said that if it wasn't for Liu Dabiao, Fang La would need at least another ten years to usurp power. I yearn for such an outstanding talent. Therefore, when Eldest Senior Sister asked me to ambush and kill Liu Dabiao, I felt a little regretful. "
"What … did you say?!" After saying this, the atmosphere in the air suddenly changed!
The girl gritted her teeth and gripped the hilt of her blade tightly. She enunciated each word with a pause. Her eyes were bloodshot and began to turn red!
Lin Eechan looked at her with his hands behind his back and smiled. Back then, his nickname was "Demon Buddha". He had the demonic side, but in fact, he also had the appearance of a Buddha. Now, in the smile on his round face, there was calmness and a hint of gentleness. Coupled with the cold atmosphere, there was an indescribable strangeness …
"Fatty! You … say that again! "
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