Alienated Martial Arts.

Chapter 221
The rain was torrential, and the water flowed from the sky.

Diluted the rich blood color.

The sparks from the clashing blades, the muffled sound from body collisions, and the splatter of blood were all integrated into the continuous rain.

Warriors from the Nine Sacred Sect, Mingshui Gang, Lingyun Pavilion, and the He family of the Luoshui family all gathered under the banner of the Superintendent of Martial Arts and poured into the village without fear of death.

Colliding with the Moxianglou elite who is also not afraid of death, it is like two ferocious monsters, biting and biting in the village under the heavy rain, fighting bloody.

Outside the village, the Mingshui River flows slowly.

On a stone slope more than ten meters high on the shore, Lu Zhihe silently watched the tragic fight that took place not far away, her face covered by the bamboo hat showed no expression.

Just over time.

The few people behind her were already a little impatient.

After all, it was none other than the elites who were bleeding in that village.

And before they came, none of them thought that this battle would be so bloody and tragic.

Contrary to the original expectation of crushing the past with thunderous momentum, from the very beginning, he and Mo Xianglou fell into a confrontation like a blood mill.

But now, they have no way out.

It can only be expected that after the Moxiang Tower is destroyed, the Lu observer can bring enough benefits and benefits to their respective forces.

Only in this way can the hearts of the people below be stabilized, and the huge loss caused by this tragic bloody battle can be made up for.

The sound of killing in the village was loud.

The deaths of their companions one after another also made these gang members' brains filled with blood and hatred, and they fell into even more frenzied killings.

Finally, Zhuo Jianjue, the sword master of the Nine Sacred Gates on the stone slope, took a step forward, together with the four sword servants who were waiting at the bottom of the slope, holding their swords in hand.

"Master Hidden Sword, be safe and don't be impatient."

Lu Zhihe tilted her head slightly, and said the first sentence since the battle, "Now that Master Moxiang and other masters can't hide, it's not the best time for you to make a move at this time."

Zhuo Jianjue's face was cold, and his tone was not kind, "Guardian Lu, our disciples have suffered heavy losses, but I have been shrinking my head here. I'm afraid I won't have the face to bring them back to the Nine Sacred Gates."

"In that case..."

Lu Zhihe was silent for a while, then nodded slightly, "Then you go, just don't blame me for not reminding you, the battle can only be regarded as the beginning."

Zhuo Jianjue frowned slightly, clasped his fists in a salute, and jumped down the rocky slope.

"Ugh..."

At this moment, the horn of desolation suddenly sounded.

Wei Tao used his eyesight enough to look into the distance through the rain curtain.

Then I saw several large building boats approaching slowly, approaching the village in the bloody battle.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of warriors in black outfits and black turbans jumped out of the boat and began to charge towards the battlefield ahead.

"This is the elite black scarf army."

"It turned out to be the black scarf army who came from the waterway."

A thought flashed in his mind, Wei Tao looked slightly sideways at Lu Zhihe, wanting to know how she should respond to this situation.

Lu Zhihe let out a faint sigh.

Lu Bo beside him immediately made a gesture.

The second loud arrow soared into the sky, bursting a colorful firework below the dark clouds.

In an instant, crowds of armored warriors jumped up from outside the village, forming a big brown wave, which collided with the oncoming black tide.

"It turned out to be like this. This is the elite military supervisor she brought from the Central Plains, waiting to confront the Black Turban Army."

"I thought it was just a small-scale battle to encircle and suppress Moxiang, but I didn't expect it to become a large-scale duel between the Supervisor of Martial Arts and the Qinglian Sect."

"After this battle is over, no matter what the outcome is, the Luoshui major forces that participated must have suffered heavy losses. I don't know how long it will take to recuperate to recover."

Wei Tao thought about this, and the figure wrapped in cotton jacket and trousers suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Li Guanzhu, an old fox, took advantage of the fact that Lan and elders died after fighting with the landlord Mo Xiang, and intentionally or unintentionally made a wonderful move.

Otherwise, Qingfengguan might not be able to escape the grinding of this flesh and blood battlefield.

How could it be like now, only needing him as a guardian deacon to come forward, and the task belonging to Qingfengguan has been completed.

In and out of the village, there was chaos everywhere.

Inside is the fight between the forces of Luoshui and the warriors of Moxianglou.

Outside is the duel between the military supervisor and the elite black scarf army.

Every moment, life is lost, and blood gathers into a river, reflecting the faces of the living people red, and making them even more crazy.

Wei Tao observed all this with some ecstasy.

His eyes fell on Young Master Hidden Sword of the Nine Sacred Gates.

Watching him take four sword servants, he quickly penetrated a line of defense of the Black Scarf Army, entered the village, and rushed towards the position of the disciples of the Nine Sacred Gates step by step.

"It's worthy of the name of Nine Sacred Gate Senior Brother."

Wei Tao secretly sighed with emotion, and was about to turn his head to watch the battle between the supervisor outside the village and the black scarf army.

But without any warning, his eyes suddenly focused, fixed on a certain ruined wall in the village, and scarlet threads were quietly flying in the deepest part of his pupils.

"This feeling……"

He took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly, his expression became a little solemn at this moment.

The center of the stone slope.

Lu Zhihe still stood still, with no expression on her face under the bamboo hat, quietly watching the bloody and tragic battle taking place in the distance, as if one life after another was disappearing, just like raindrops falling from the sky and finally falling into the earth, no matter how normal it is But things.

........................

The sword light flickered, appearing and closing.

The two Moxianglou warriors clutched their throats and fell down.

Zhuo Jianjue stepped into the small courtyard, his eyes swept over the wounded juniors and juniors, and he let out a heavy breath.

"Everyone, take the time to adjust and rest. I am here to take you out of here alive."

As he spoke, he distributed healing medicine to others.

"Senior Brother Zhuo, Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi are both dead, neither of them has really grown up yet..."

A female disciple of the Nine Sacred Sect burst into tears as she spoke. Tears mixed with rainwater dripped down her face, and she couldn't cry for a moment.

"Don't cry, I know, I know."

Zhuo Jianjue sighed quietly, quickly adjusted his mood, and said to the guarding sword attendant, "The two of you will lead the way with me in the front, and the two of you will follow the aftermath, we..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly fell silent.

Looking around with a serious expression, "You guys, did you hear any strange buzzing noise?"

The female disciple who was crying just now stopped crying, blinked her red eyes and said, "Senior Brother Zhuo, there is indeed a very strange sound, like a large group of flies flying around."

"It's raining cats and dogs, so it's impossible to have swarms of flies." Zhuo Jianjue's expression suddenly changed as soon as he finished speaking.

He subconsciously dodges to the side.

I escaped a gust of wind that came without warning.

Swish! ! !
A mass of blood suddenly exploded in front of his eyes.

Zhuo Jianjue's expression was gloomy, staring at the place where he just stood.

The junior sister who was still crying sadly just now was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud.

Her body shriveled visibly to the naked eye, but her eyes were still wide open, staring directly at him.

puff!
Suddenly, her eyes popped open.

A few blood-red tentacles drilled out of it, and then retracted into the depths of the eye sockets and disappeared.

"What the hell is this!?"

In an instant, Zhuo Jianjue felt numb all over his body as if in an ice cellar.

If it weren't for the subconscious flash just now, he would definitely be added to the one lying in the muddy water now, and he would even die worse than Junior Sister.

"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!"

Zhuo Jianjue's throat felt dry and his scalp was numb.

Without hesitation, he gave the order to retreat, got up and fled outside first.

He didn't know what was sneaking up on him.

In such a chaotic environment, I simply don't have the thought and ability to check it out.

Zhuo Jianjue only knew that if he stopped, he would suffer chaos.

The most important thing now is to evacuate people first.

Do your best to keep the lives of your brothers and sisters in the same sect safe, and then you can find a way to report to the sect, so that the elders with more experience and strength can carry out follow-up disposal.

"Warrior Supervisor, Moxiang Tower..."

Zhuo Jianjue was soaring in the rain, a surge of anger in his heart was constantly circling and rising, and it was almost impossible to suppress it.

The buzzing sound was endless.

After running dozens of steps, he subconsciously looked back.

When I saw it, my heart jumped suddenly, and I could hardly hold the long sword in my hand.

He saw countless scarlet tentacles running through the water.

Densely packed, intertwined and entangled, submerged into each body, happily sucking and devouring desperately.

"What the hell is this?"

"We are fighting a big battle here, no matter the living or the dead, they all become its food!?"

Zhuo Jian never dared to continue watching, and suddenly accelerated his escape speed again.

I met several Moxianglou warriors head-on.

They were wounded all over, but without fear, they rushed up wielding long knives full of gaps.

After a brief but intense confrontation, several corpses fell in the mud.

Blood splashed onto Zhuo Jianjue's face, and his breath was filled with a sickening sweet smell.

He didn't dare to stay longer at all, so he raised his foot and wanted to continue dashing out.

Suddenly a series of screams sounded from the front, back, left, and right.

Zhuo Jianjue stopped, watching all his fellow disciples including the sword attendant fall down, an expression of incomparable anger and pain appeared on his face little by little.

Crash.

There was the sound of bricks falling.

He turned around slowly, staring blankly at the pure and weak face exposed behind the ruined wall, and walked towards her step by step with his long sword tightly grasped.

"Are you a disciple of Lingyun Pavilion?"

Zhuo Jianjue felt a little softness in his heart, and tried to lower his voice and said, "Don't be afraid, I can take you out."

She looked at him quietly, and slowly raised a white and tender white hand.

"Yes, come here quickly, let me take you out of this damn place..."

Zhuo Jianjue spoke softly, his voice became lower and lower, and his expression became more and more frightened and distorted.

The next moment, countless scarlet tentacles shot out from that slender jade palm, instantly enveloping him completely.

After a few breaths, another shriveled and withered corpse appeared on the ground, curled up on the edge of the ruined wall, and was quickly buried by the flowing mud.

Stone slope outside the village.

Wei Tao let out a foul breath, and muttered to himself, "Wu Xiaolian, I didn't expect it to be her."

"This is the mystery entering the body, the transformation of heaven and man, and it is also the ultimate goal of me and Mo Xiang's landlord this time."

Lu Zhihe's voice rang quietly in his ears, "It seems that you know her, my little junior brother."

Wei Tao turned around slowly, his eyes fell on her face, his brows were slightly frowned, "Observer Lu, what are you talking about?"

Lu Zhihe walked forward and stood by his side, not paying attention to the Lingyun pavilion master and others who were already on the stone slope as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Near Xiao Jinyun, Bai Ruoshui and others, Uncle Lu and a girl named Yue'er were on the left and right, coordinating with a few black-clothed warriors to keep a close eye on them. As long as there is a slight movement, an explosion will erupt immediately. fighting.

Lu Zhihe raised her bamboo hat and stared at the distant village together with Wei Tao.

"Have you seen her? What a pleasing work, and watered with enough blood, it will definitely be able to bloom the most beautiful flower of life."

Wei Tao shook his head, "I only saw blood and chaos, but didn't find any beautiful flowers of life."

"Also, as an observer of the Martial Arts Division, you are a relative of the Great Zhou Emperor, and you actually joined the Qinglian Demon Sect. It's really surprising."

Lu Zhihe smiled, "I didn't join the Qinglian Demon Sect, on the contrary, I have always had a sworn feud with them."

"As for the cooperation with the landlord Mo Xiang, it's nothing, it's not worth any fuss.

After all, when the benefits that can be obtained are large enough, the close comrades-in-arms at the beginning can also turn against each other, and the former life-and-death enemies can also join hands with each other. "

"The prosperity of the world is all for profit; the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit. The choice of Lu Guanshi is not right or wrong, but the reasons are quite sufficient."

Wei Tao nodded, and suddenly asked, "Benmen Lan and the elders were also killed by you and Mo Xiang's landlord?"

"Junior brother, please be safe and don't be impatient, don't put all the blame on me, senior sister."

Lu Zhihe sighed softly, "Lanhe first discovered Moxiang's arrangement, and the two fought against each other by the Mingshui River, and ended up losing both sides.

Next, I found Chishang, the landlord of Moxiang, who was cultivating and healing, and got a glimpse of the whole picture of her plan, so I figured out a bit of flavor. "

"As for Lan and Elder, I can only say that his luck seems to be not very good.

After being injured, not only did he run a little slower, but he didn't choose the right direction. That's why he deserved to be beaten to death when I met Uncle Lu, who was on guard and patrolling around when I was having a secret conversation with Mo Xiang. "

She explained it patiently, completely opposite to the aggressiveness of the last meeting, as if she had returned to the gentle and watery appearance of the first meeting.

Wei Tao listened silently, thoughtful, "There is one last question. Observer Lu has always called me junior. Why?"

Lu Zhihe was taken aback for a moment, then sighed quietly, "When I knew it, I thought you knew it too, but it turned out that you didn't know."

She turned her head slightly, with some scrutiny and inquiry in her eyes.

After a long silence, she finally spoke.

The voice suddenly trembled uncontrollably, "Ms. Xiyue, are you sure she has passed away?"

Wei Tao's heart suddenly set off a turbulent wave.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly understood.

From the first time we met at Qinglin Hall of Qingfengguan, to the headquarters of Lingyun Pavilion, and until now, why does she always have a strange feeling from her body.

It was as if there was something hidden in her that made him feel close.

At first, he thought it was a mysterious thread, but he didn't realize until now that it was something else.

Wei Tao's thoughts turned violently, and all of them converged in an instant.

With a calm tone, he asked back, "Then the Lu observer thinks, is she dead or alive?"

"Teacher has not been in this world for a long time, and the exercise I practiced has no other senses. She is naturally dead."

Lu Zhihe spoke word by word, staring intently into his eyes, looking for any possible emotional changes.

Wei Tao looked at her without hesitation.

Under tremendous pressure, in order to maintain a calm expression, he raised the corners of his lips a little bit, showing a silent smile.

But at the same time.

"Ah……"

The illusory laughter suddenly appeared.

Just swing around him.

No matter how you look at it, he is silently sneering.

But a faint female voice came out.

Lu Zhihe's complexion suddenly changed.

The pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead in an instant.

Boom!

The stone slope suddenly cracked.

She retreated several feet like lightning.

A cloud of steaming mist suddenly exploded between the two of them.

In an instant, large and small gravels flew randomly, like a dense rain of hailstones.

(End of this chapter)