The Saintess of the Devil Sect, Sikong Nan, was once a Grandmaster like Iron Arm Zhou Dong. It was hard to tell how much of this was due to the Manichaeism Sect. After all, she had hidden for more than a decade. When she appeared again, she did not rashly attack Fang Baihua and the others. It was only when she moved out in a large scale and followed closely from behind that everyone realized how terrifying she was.
Up to this point in this chaotic fight, those who were slightly weaker in martial arts had already been eliminated. If the remaining people were placed in the Jianghu, they would be close to the level of a first-rate master. Even if there were problems with fatigue and injuries, the fact that two masters were beheaded as soon as they came into contact was enough to prove that the other party's martial arts skills were terrifying. They were not much inferior to Lin Eechan or Zhou Dong.
Only Fang Qfo, Fang Baihua and the others knew that Sikong Nan, who was defeated by Fang Qfo, Fang La and the others more than a decade ago, was now nearly sixty years old.
The green figure that suddenly rushed over was like a ghostly Asura. She used a palm in one hand and a short blade in the other. In the blink of an eye, she rushed to the back of the crowd. The once profound martial arts of the Manichaeism Sect in her hands not only had the agility and speed of a woman, but also seemed to contain indestructible firmness and fierceness. After killing the two people who had just come into contact with her, the figure rushed into the crowd like a splitting wave. Even though the surrounding masters were prepared and did not lose their lives in the battle, they were either slashed away or forced back. It was only when Deng Yuanjue came to help with his staff that they were like a huge wave crashing into a reef. After a few exchanges, Sikong Nan went around like a ghost and attacked the others again. Deng Yuanjue's attacks were steady and steady. He helped everywhere and retreated as he fought.
The sounds of battle could be heard from afar. Lin Yeechan, Wang Nantuo, and the others had already caught up to them. In the middle of them were a group of experts led by Zong Feixiao. A few of the infamous villains in the forest were in the vicinity, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Even further away, a large number of participants were still chasing.
The team spread out and the torches scattered as they killed their way into the mountain.
In the battle, Chen Fan had already handed Fang Qfo to the people next to him and rushed to the back to help others. He had dabbled in all kinds of weapons and was skilled in martial arts. However, his most ferocious martial art was actually his dual blades. There was a saying in Jianghu, "Double Sabers Watching Go". In such a chaotic situation, when he brandished his sabers and charged over, it was as if a whirlwind had been set off.
On the other hand, Fang Baihua's spear was like a dragon. although she was a woman, her red spear carried a fierce aura from the battlefield, as if she was sweeping through all directions. Among them, Glowing Buddha Deng Yuanjue held his staff like a mountain and was the most ferocious. Only Lin Eechan, Wang and a few others could fight him.
However, among the pursuers, only Sikong Nan and Lin Eechan were Grandmaster level experts who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Zhou Dong. Perhaps only Fang Qfo, who was not injured, could fight them.
In addition, there was Wang Nantuo, who was bloodthirsty the moment he saw Chen Fan, Zong Feixiao, who was chasing from the side, and some Greenwood Loose Cultivators, who were more or less famous in the Jianghu, including Swallow Cloud, who had reforged his Iron Kasaya. In terms of formation and numbers, they actually far surpassed Fang Baihua's side.
They managed to block Sikong Nan and the others from the back. One side was chasing while the other side was escaping. However, there were still a few people who were either alone or injured by hidden weapons.
Fresh blood spread and the aura of death followed closely. Just as they were about to rush out of the forest, Sikong Nan's figure swayed as he ran at high speed and slapped a person in front of him. The expert swung his scimitar, but before he could finish, his head exploded like a watermelon with a bang. Sikong Nan flew past the exploding blood without stopping for a second. However, the moment she stepped out of the forest, a few rays of saber light slashed at her in the darkness at the same time!
An ice-cold murderous intent shrouded her at the most impossible time!
The rays of saber light came from different directions, but their timing, speed, and coordination were all flawless. For a moment, Sikong Nan almost thought that she had fallen into a trap set by a Grandmaster, but then a figure appeared in her mind.
It was the figure of a tall and burly middle-aged man from many years ago. He looked reckless and bold, but in fact, there was always a sense of enlightenment in his eyes. At this moment, when the saber light converged, it was as if the man had pulled out his signature giant blade and slashed towards her. Strong winds howled, and killing intent covered the sky and earth as it surged up violently.
Tyrant Blade's final move, God Drives Away a Dream!
Back then, Tyrant Blade Liu Dabiao had been a bold person, and his actions were even crude and barbaric. He always said that men had to have muscles, but in reality, not many people knew that he was well-read. He had casually named his daughter with the word "watermelon," but the Tyrant Blade Liu Dabiao's moves were somewhat strange. From the first move's Heaven-protecting Pillar, to Sever the River and Calm the Sea, to Cleaving the Cloud Mountain, to God Drives Away a Dream, people more or less could not understand what he was thinking.
However, at this moment, only the murderous intent contained in the moves was real.
Sikong Nan's short saber slashed out.
The moment they came into contact, both sides retreated at almost the same time. One of Sikong Nan's sleeves was torn into pieces in the night sky like butterflies. There were five people involved in the ambush, and only the current members of Tyrant Blade Manor could cooperate and slash out the aura of Liu Dabiao's past.
At this moment, the ambushers were Evil Saber Luo Bingren, Nine Deaths Saber Zheng Qiming, Golden Back Saber Zheng Huihuan, and two other experts from Tyrant Blade Manor who had come with them. Theoretically, with their level of martial arts, if the seven of them attacked together, no matter if it was the current Zhou Dong or Liu Dabiao from back then, they would not be able to resist. However, there were fewer people at this moment. The other two Tyrant Blade Manor members might not be weaker than them in martial arts, but that was their own skills. In the end, they could not unleash their full power in this ambush. Although they had cut Sikong Nan's sleeves and even his arms, they were only small injuries and could not decide the overall situation.
The two sides had only exchanged blows for a short moment. At this moment, the experts were still charging forward. In the midst of the chaos, a wooden wheelchair rolled down the hill on the side of the forest at an astonishing speed. The person in the wheelchair was a petite girl wearing a blue floral dress with a thick white bandage on her forehead.
She came down in the wooden wheelchair at an extremely fast speed. It was as if she did not care that the wheelchair would be smashed at any time. Only when she was about to charge into the forest did one of Sikong Nan's subordinates attack her, and blood suddenly blossomed. The girl used the momentum of the wheelchair to charge forward and slashed with the saber in her hand. In an instant, blood spread out, and it felt a little like when Sikong Nan charged into the crowd. Then, the girl shouted coldly, "Fatty!" She raised the two sabers in her hands and slashed at Lin Eechan, who was fighting with Deng Yuanjue!
*****
At this critical moment, the arrival of the people from Tyrant Blade Manor might have slightly alleviated the danger that Fang Baihua and the others were facing. However, with the changes in the overall situation, this kind of relief was not very meaningful.
The battle became more intense from midnight, and then it spread all the way to the belly of the mountain in the distance. Even though everyone fought bravely along the way, because of the delay, the other party had gathered more and more people. The loss of one or two experts on Sikong Nan's side was immediately replaced by someone else. Only on Fang Baihua's side, if one or two people died, then they were truly dead.
In the beginning, Fang Baihua, Deng Yuanjue, Chen Fan, and the other experts were still able to form a line and block Lin Eechan and the others at the back. However, not long after, the formation behind them turned into a chaotic battle. The evil monk called Swallow Cloud and a group of experts from the Green Forest attacked from the side, while the constables led by Zong Feixiao used various methods to launch sneak attacks. From time to time, someone would fall into the encirclement and be chopped into a bloody pulp. When about forty people had died, a col appeared in front of them.
It was a slightly concave mountain path. The mountain walls on both sides seemed to be suitable for an ambush, but experts could still jump up. When they reached here, Fang Qifo, who was already rather weak, gave the only instruction for everyone to directly plunge into the mountain path.
Seeing that everyone was so determined to escape, Zong Feixiao, who was following closely behind, was somewhat hesitant. As they fled, the situation changed very quickly. The Ministry of Justice did not arrange for an ambush here. If the other party had arranged for people to receive them, and he rushed in rashly, he might suffer great losses. He asked his subordinates to stop for a while and walked to the side of the hill. Sikong Nan, Lin Eechan, and the others continued to chase after them!
The killing spread forward. Sikong Nan broke through the crowd and laughed as he tried to rush toward Fang Qifo, who was being carried by someone. After being blocked, she killed two people and continued to close the distance between them.
At the back, Fan Zhong and Tie Tianying had already arrived with their elite troops. The few of them rode their horses and caught up to Zong Feixiao. They chased after him from the top of the slope beside the mountain path. At this moment, the moonlight glowed faintly. Midnight had long passed, and grass and sparse tree shadows could be seen on the slope. On the other side of the field of vision, Sikong Nan, Lin Eechan, Wang Nantuo, and the other experts of the Manichean Cult were still closing the distance between them and the seven buddhas in front of them. They were fighting with Fang Baihua and the others. The mountain path that extended past them split into two, one straight and the other slanted to the side.
The people who were fighting were originally running straight, but at this moment, the light of a torch lit up at the end of the mountain path in front of them. There were shadows of people and horses there. It was probably a small group of people who had finally caught up to the group.
The few people who were running at the front were immediately forced to run toward the fork.
No matter which group of people were trying to take advantage of them, they were definitely not friends of Fang Baihua and the others. On the mountain path, Sikong Nan laughed mournfully, "Haha, stop running —" On this side of the hill, Tie Tianying, Zong Feixiao, Fan Zhong, and the others were riding forward.
"Who is that …"
"Which side?"
"… Office of Secret Investigations?"
Among the three of them, Tie Tianying's eyes were sharp. As he approached, he was the first to see the vague silhouette of the person in the torch. In front of him was a scholar who was sitting steadily on a chair while facing the group of people that were running past him. In the past, he thought that this person was Cheng Zhouhai and did not take it to heart. However, at this moment, he more or less sensed that there was something wrong with this person's identity and immediately frowned.
Throughout the night, Zong Feixiao and Fan Zhong had already received information about Cheng Zhouhai's identity. They could immediately tell that something was wrong. However, on this night, it was no longer important for a person to hide his identity, so they did not think too much about it. When Tie Tianying revealed the other person's identity, they looked at each other.
"This person is not that Cheng Zhouhai …"
"Inner demon?"
"This person … what is he trying to do …"
At this moment, perhaps many people were wondering what the more than 20 people who had appeared at the end of the road and even lit torches in advance wanted to do. At this moment, there were already hundreds of people running on the mountain road. The crowd on the nearby hillside was also running and gathering, looking in that direction.
In the battle ahead, a blood-stained woman with a thick bandage on her forehead turned around in the midst of a slash. In the torch on the other side, the scholar sitting on the chair seemed to have straightened his body at this moment.
At this moment, the eyes of the two sides met for a moment.
In the wind, the scholar raised his hand and drew down.
"Release the arrows."
At this moment, the first half of the group, where Fang Qifo and the others were, had already rushed into the fork. A few experts were still fighting with Sikong Nan and the others. In the straight road behind them, there were more Mani Sect experts under Sikong Nan. Following this whisper, more than 20 crossbow bolts shot out from the crossbow whistling towards the people who were fighting.
Lin E'chan and the others were immediately alerted, but even they found it difficult to withstand such crossbow bolts. More than 20 crossbow bolts were not a lot and seemed like a warning, but most of them fell into the crowd of people who belonged to Sikong Nan at the back. For a moment, two experts were unable to defend themselves and fell to the ground. Two people beside them were also injured.
At this moment, everyone was somewhat confused. After a moment, everyone roared, "Who are you!"
"Who are you shooting at! Do you want to die — "
Lin E'chan also roared angrily, "Bastard —"
On the hillside behind them, Zong Feixiao reined in his horse and suddenly shouted, "Office of Secret Investigations, what are you doing!"
Tie Tianying shouted in a deep voice, "Ning! Li! Heng! Are you crazy!? "
At this moment, he called out the other party's identity to let them know that he had seen through the truth. Many people were still wondering who Ning Liheng was, but only a few people realized that this was the real name of the devil who destroyed Liangshan. When Lin E'chan and Sikong Nan heard Tie Tianying's voice, they knew that they would negotiate among themselves and that it was better for them to kill Fang Qisfo and the others first. Just as they were about to continue their attack, a cold but steady voice came from the other side of the wind. Through the inner force of the Six Paths, it resounded through the night sky.
"Don't say that I didn't give you a chance! I've already informed you! Fang La's disaster will bring chaos to Jiangnan! The Manichaeans must all die! You dilly-dally and won't do anything! I'll do it myself! "
"F * ck —" Lin E'chan roared, and his voice resounded through the night sky like a demon.
"Kill him!" Someone in the crowd shouted.
Zong Feixiao said angrily, "Inner Demon, how dare you —"
"Bury them."
Lin Eechan pounced on Deng Yuanjue, who was already injured in the fork. There was a rush of human figures, and some of them pounced on the straight path. Among them, there was the stealthy but speedy Cloud-swallowing Monk dressed in an iron kasaya. Sikong Nan also glanced in that direction and finally decided to kill Fang Qifo first. On the mountain path, someone put down a torch and lit something.
The moment the hairs on their bodies stood up, something swallowed up the sound. Gulping Cloud Monk was still running, but suddenly, a beam of light whizzed past his side. Behind Sikong Nan, the beam of light whizzed past.
With a loud bang, it was like a thunderclap in the dark mountain. Flames expanded along with the explosion. In the blink of an eye, the fireball flew over a hundred meters and exploded in the middle of the crowd. It hit the body of one of Sikong Nan's subordinates. That person's body was directly blown apart, and his companion beside him was blown away. The sound reverberated, and the flames flickered. The people beside him fell in all directions.
Sitting on a chair at the end of the straight path, Ning Yi's ears buzzed from the sound of the firing. He squinted his eyes and covered his ears with a twisted expression. Not far from him, the elm barrel broke free from the hurried suppression of the stones and flew straight into the sky. When Ning Yi turned around to look, the elm barrel fell and smashed into a horse behind him, causing it to roll on the ground. After getting up, it wobbled and ran away.
Ning Yi waved his finger. He did not know if the people beside him could hear him. "Record the effect. Next door."
The explosion caused a huge shock. For a moment, the crowd was silent. The warhorses neighed uneasily, and the people who were knocked down began to get up. "Sky Blasting Thunder …"
"Palm Thunder?"
"Sorcery …"
The people who were originally fighting began to become chaotic. At this time, the Ministry of Justice had gathered on the hillside. Sikong Nan and Lin E'chan's troops were gathered on the mountain path. Many experts of the Greenwood Forest were scattered everywhere. Many experts, including Sikong Nan and Lin E'chan, who were on the same level as Zhou Dong, were gathered here. The originally determined situation began to become uncertain when Fang Baihua's side only had about thirty people left.
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