Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 331 The Fang of Darkness
"With this mountain as the boundary, members of the Devil's Cult don't want to take a step across the mountain!" Li Hanyi slashed out with his sword, and a burst of frost forced the people of the Devil's Cult who were about to rush forward to retreat three steps.Behind Li Hanyi, Sikong Changfeng, Xie Xuan and other members of the Northern Martial Arts are recovering from their injuries. The members of the Demon Cult have tried to break out from five mountain gates in the past few days, and the one guarded by Wushuang City has already fallen Yes, a large number of people from the Demon Cult have invaded Beili from there.The place guarded by the Tianshan School and other sects has also been in emergency many times. Only the place guarded by Wen Hujiu and Tang Linghuang's disciples is impenetrable. There is a wonderful tacit understanding, the Demon Cult has been beaten back even after more than a dozen attacks. As for the mountain gate guarded by the various sects in the south of the Yangtze River headed by Lei Jiabao, the mountain gate is about to be blown down...

"Unexpectedly, there are so many masters hidden in a place outside the territory." Sikong Changfeng's clothes were already torn, and his hair was scattered, looking a little embarrassed.

Xie Xuan smiled wryly: "The key is that there are many people, one batch comes and another batch comes."

"No, it's not that there are too many of them, it's that you are too soft-hearted. You always hurt but don't kill. After these people go back and recover from their injuries for a day, they continue to attack your mountain gate the next day. Of course, one batch comes after another. Batch." A voice with a bit of a joking smile sounded.

Li Hanyi turned around suddenly: "Who!"

A young man with two mustaches played with the dagger in his hand: "It's us, I don't know if decent people welcome you."

"It's about to be washed, why don't you like us?" A tall, thin man wearing a bamboo hat threw a long Buddhist staff in his hand to the ground, and the ring on the staff hit the ground, making a sound. A clear voice said, "Hello, everyone, we are in the dark river."

Sikong Changfeng turned his head and glanced at them: "I have seen you."

"The next betel nut?" The thin and tall man took out a betel nut from his arms and asked Sikong Changfeng.

Sikong Changfeng shook his head: "Don't eat."

"The betel nut is a good thing." The tall and thin man stuffed the betel nut into his mouth and chewed it lightly. "It seems that you can't beat it."

Li Hanyi said angrily: "Who says we can't fight!"

"Xiao Changhe is right, you guys are upright. It's just hypocritical. People have bullied you, so of course you have to bully others." The tall and thin man's official speech made everyone confused, except for the last four. The words are spoken in a straight and round manner, "Otherwise you are stupid!"

"What is Anhe coming here for?" Xie Xuan asked, "It's not just to laugh at us."

"Murder in the dark river has always been for money. This is the first time in the past few decades that we have done business without money." The young man who was playing with the dagger suddenly grasped the dagger. , is not a good thing for us, it will affect our little business, so we are sent to assist you."

Xie Xuan was taken aback, and Sikong Changfeng was also taken aback.

"Hahahaha. Uncle Zhe, I told them that they will be very surprised when they hear it." The young man laughed loudly, "The dignified dark river is actually standing with a famous and decent sect to guard this great river and mountain!"

"Don't laugh." The thin and tall man snorted coldly, "Although our Anhe is a Sanshou organization, we also have the righteousness of our family and country in our hearts. Those who offend me will be punished no matter how far away they are!"

"Uncle Zhe is mighty! His skin is thicker than a city wall!" The young man suddenly put away his smile, looked at the member of the Demon Cult who was forced back by Li Hanyi's sword temporarily in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Dark River, Undertaker, Su Changhe."

The thin and tall man stopped the Buddhist staff in his hand again, and said in a correct voice again: "Dark River, Zhan Lang, Su Zhe."

"You are Su Zhe, ghost of the bamboo hat." Xie Xuan exposed him mercilessly.

"Everyone knows here? Mr. Su Wenqing is very knowledgeable, but he didn't expect that knowledge can go so far." Su Zhe laughed.

"You should have a companion, I remember that person has never been separated from you." Sikong Changfeng said to Su Changhe.

"Hahahaha, now he has been promoted and separated from me. But, he did come. This time he is the main force!" Su Changhe raised his eyebrows.

A man holding an oil-paper umbrella landed beside Li Hanyi.

Li Hanyi subconsciously raised his sword and pressed it against the man's throat: "What the hell are you?"

"Dark River, puppet." The man helped the ghost mask on his face. Behind him, there were 32 killers also wearing ghost masks.

"This is?" Sikong Changfeng frowned slightly.

"The spider shadow killer group directly affiliated to the head of the Anhe family, it seems that what the bamboo hat ghost said is true. The Anhe is really here to help us." Xie Xuan said in a low voice.

"Then will they kill us after helping us?" Sikong Changfeng asked.

"That's a good question. It's possible. Let's get lucky first and let them fight first." With a wave of both palms, Xie Xuan began to circulate the true energy in his body.

"Relax, don't give me money, and don't spoil my own people." Su Zhe suddenly swept forward, swung the Buddhist staff in his hand, and threw it at the gray-robed old man headed by the Demon Cult.

The gray-robed old man had just faced off against Li Hanyi for more than a dozen rounds, so he was naturally not afraid of the tall, thin man who appeared suddenly, and clawed at Su Zhe's chest.

"Ghost's claw." Su Zhe laughed, shook the Buddhist staff lightly, and the rings on it jingled.

The old man in gray robe suddenly lost his senses for a moment.

Su Zhe's Buddhist staff slammed down, hitting the old man in gray robe hard on the head, knocking him to the ground.

Then the head, like a watermelon, exploded.

"I'm dead." Su Zhe waved his staff and ran towards the next person.

The man who called himself a puppet also jumped up and landed in the crowd. The oil-paper umbrella in his hand exploded in an instant, and a dozen demon cultists were pierced through the chest in an instant.Su Changhe also rushed in, and the dagger flashed a fierce light in the sunlight, severing its throat wherever it passed.

The 32 Zhuying killers also drew their swords.

Li Hanyi retreated to Sikong Changfeng's side, sat cross-legged on the ground, and closed his eyes while healing his injuries with luck.

"Although the opposite side is the Devil's Cult, it feels like we are the evil spirits." Sikong Changfeng said with emotion.

Xie Xuan shook his head: "Although I don't want to admit it, maybe this is the only way to stop this disaster."

"Stop killing with killing?"

"I was thinking, we can't bear to kill strangers from the Demon Cult, so what will happen when Baili Dongjun meets Ye Dingzhi?"

Apocalypse City.above the city wall.

Baili Dongjun in Tsing Yi stepped down, and Ji Ruofeng, who was lying on the ground, still had no strength to get up, but looked up at the familiar figure, and said faintly, "Hey, are you here?"

(End of this chapter)