Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits - Chapter 90

The chaotic rain is like an arrow, fluttering head-on.

Cheng Liang just lowered the brim of the iron helmet to prevent rain from hitting the corner of his eyes, so he let the strong wind pull the cloak straight, and the flying rain hit it, splashing out bursts of water.

Amid the intensive sound of horse hooves behind him, a burst of exclamation suddenly sounded, followed by several neighs of horses accompanied by people’s screams.

There is no need to look back, he also knew that it was someone who could not see the road conditions in the rainy night, so he stumbled and fell.

How many is this?

As soon as this thought flashed over, he was quickly thrown out of his mind by a swiftly rising firework behind the hill in front of him. He straightened up, ignoring the rain, waved and shouted:

“Hurry up! Hurry up!”

That is the third firework that has risen in the same place tonight. It means that at least three teams will meet Yan Xinglie and his party unexpectedly in the front; it means that the white lotus cultists, who are not worth mentioning like weeds, are finally entangled. The hands and feet of the weary prey.

It means that the “prey” that we are looking for is close at hand!

It’s strange to say that the closer this is, the more calm Cheng Liang’s mind is. It feels like returning to the battlefield that year, he used his courage to call Yan Xinglie and Li Kuiqi the three tigers, and he galloped like this for countless days and nights, and then killed the Hulu without leaving a piece of armour.

It’s just that the person who fought with him back then… a majestic figure flashed in his mind, a name chewed repeatedly in his mouth, but he did not spit it out for a long time.

Just at this time, another firework exploded on the cloud.

Fourth way!

“drive!”

Cheng Liang was an excited spirit, hurriedly increased his whip, and immediately threw off the rest of the people and so on. He wants to take back the white lotus saint before the others.

“Serious Law”

The war horse raised its head and screamed, he drove his horse across the hills, and the world suddenly became clear.

The rain gradually ceased, the chaotic clouds torn apart by the night wind flew across, and the half-round waning moon appeared from time to time after the cloud.

Behind the hills is a lowland with a wide view, and large ruins of buildings collapse in it. In the uncertain moonlight, only a general and pitch-black outline is revealed, undulating and spreading into the deeper depths of darkness.

This is?

This unfamiliar ruin made Cheng Liang stunned, but soon he stopped thinking. It doesn’t matter where this place is, what matters is where is Yan Xinglie? Where is the Saint Bailian?

Fortunately, there was no need for him to spend another time searching. The corpses scattered all the way in the mud directed his gaze to a **** in front of the ruins.

The fight on the **** was justified and brutal, and more than a hundred white lotus cultists surrounded the three of Yan Xinglie. However, despite the huge disparity in the numbers of the two sides, it was indeed the one with fewer people that had the upper hand, and the White Lotus cultists were losing ground.

In the mess of knives, guns and swords, the short-haired Taoist flickered, and the sword in his hand was magical; the young man with the appearance of a scholar holding a pair of iron rulers, who seemed to be very good at illusion, just waved a spark in his hand, and turned into a black smoke… ? Who is this again?

Among the information that Cheng Liang got, there was only one Taoist with short hair along the way who was brave enough to mix with Yan Xinglie’s muddy waters. Where did a scholar who knows illusion come out?

But that is not important, neither the scholar nor the ruins in the distance are important.

Cheng Liang’s gaze firmly locked on the bear-like man in the crowd and the silly sheep beside him.

“drive.”

The horse spread out four hooves under his spur, he stabilized the horse, and pointed the tip of the gun at the majestic figure in the crowd.

The name that was about to chew in his mouth finally burst out between the teeth.

“Yan Xinglie!”

……………………

The beard had already noticed the sound of fast approaching horseshoes, and in the corner of his eyes, I could even catch a glimpse of Yiqi taking advantage of the wind and rain. It was just that the surrounding white lotus cultists suddenly became more fierce and fearless, rushing to entangle him with flesh and blood. The hands and feet and the blade.

After a few breaths, a few more corpses were added to the ground, and he finally found the opportunity to get out.

However.

Before Jiang Jiang turned around, a shining point of the gun was infinitely magnified in front of his eyes.

Between sparkling flints.

Yan Xinglie shook slightly with his agility that was incompatible with his huge figure, and the horse that was supposed to pass through his chest fell into the space under his armpit, and then his iron-like arms stretched out, which brings horsepower to a person. A blow that was more than a thousand catties was caught under his armpit with one arm.

Cheng Liang felt as if he had hit a stubborn rock. He couldn’t move in only with a slight sway. He watched Ma Jian bend to a palpitating degree. Before he could let go, the “Rock” exhaled:

“drink.”

After a while, even the horse and the man were swept away.

The horse flew straight for more than ten steps, and rolled several times on the ground. When it stopped, its limbs were broken, and the nose and mouth were bleeding. Obviously, it was impossible to survive.

It was a beam. Although he was huge, he was unexpectedly agile. The man was already free from the saddle in the air. Although he dropped his helmet, he rolled a few times to remove his strength and stood up unscathed.

He took off the cloak that was soaked in mud, revealing the uniform of Yan Xinglie’s Zhenfu, and then drew the epee on his waist again… So almost, two giant men imprinted like a mold are here. In the rainy night when the corpses were all over the field, they faced each other silently.

…………

Yan Xinglie looked at the old robe opposite the old robe who used to live and die, his expression inevitably a little complicated, even though he knew it was useless, he couldn’t help but ask.

“why?”

Cheng Liang didn’t answer, he just grinned and showed a sneer of “sure enough”.

“why?”

This is like a rhetorical question, as well as a mockery.

“Why take refuge in the White Lotus Cult? Why betray the Zhen Fusi? Why… betray you?”

He dragged the heavy sword and paced forward, and the night sparrow hovered in the middle of the two with his wings flapping. The blazing light spread out, marking a circular area in the dark night, and the two stepped into it at the same time. It seems to stand on a ring.

“I also want to ask why?”

Cheng Liang’s voice was very calm.

“Why should I be trapped in this small county.”

“Why can I only deal with mountain spirits and monsters all year round.”

“Why can a seven-pin county magistrate be able to shout to Laozi?”

“For these years I have been thinking about why, I have become a Liang with a good ability, why can’t I get ahead, why can’t I be prosperous and wealthy…”

He paused slightly, and there was a slight ripple in his tone.

“…Until someone brought a sentence. I finally understood that the court can’t give it to me, what the Zhenfu Division can’t give it to me, and you Yan Xinglie can’t give it to me either, Bai Lianjiao can!”

“Oh, I guess you must be thinking: Who is bringing me the message? That’s right…”

A nasty smile appeared on Cheng Liang’s face. He looked at Yan Xinglie’s increasingly ugly face, and said word by word:

“plum.”

The first word.

Yan Xinglie was already stunned, and his beard, which was soaked in the rain, stretched out angrily.

“Quiet.”

The second word.

Yan Xinglie’s footsteps stomped hard, mud and water splashed, and people shot out with electricity.

“strange.”

The last word.

Yan Xinglie was approaching Chengliang, and the thick and heavy blade that had already been raised high, slashed with the wind and rain.

“Boom.”

The sound is like Hong Zhong Dalu.

In the burst of Mars, the clash of the two epees aroused invisible shock waves. The drizzle under the light was instantly repelled. Even the night sparrows hanging above the two were overwhelmed, and the light of the fluorite shrank suddenly. , Only two completely different faces were reflected, one furious and the other sneer.

And, the two epees in front of the face biting each other, one is bloodied, the other is as clean as new.

“Crunchy.”

The steel and steel strangled at one place, making a sour sound, and then the two swords suddenly bounced away. Then, two warriors with strange powers made the same move.

Hold the hilt tightly and swing out the blade.

The difference is that after a brief wrestling, Yan Xinglie took a step forward, and Chengliang took a step back.

NS.

One step is the difference between life and death.

Before Cheng Liang’s sword could be swung down, Yan Xinglie’s sword had already touched his chest and abdomen.

In the next second, flesh and blood are flying!

But at this moment, Cheng Liang grinned openly.

“Successful.”

…

Cheng Liang lied that the talisman talisman in the Fusi of Pingye Town was indeed exhausted, but the day of the arrival of the above-appropriated supplies was not tomorrow, but yesterday. Therefore, he can choose some small props calmly, such as the golden armor charm, and then play some terrible tricks.

It is true that Yan Xinglie is old in the world, but there are many things in the world that are enough to make people lose their minds and run into a trap. For example, a name that is enough to make hate pierce through the heart.

Just ask, how many people in this world know Yan Xinglie better than Brother Roboze, who lived and died together in the past?

as predicted…

Within a few minutes of Yan Xinglie’s sword front, a phantom of armor made of golden light suddenly appeared. In the blink of an eye, the golden armor phantom was smashed by the sword, but Yan Xinglie’s sword also returned without success, and was slid into the empty space, shattering a cloud of cold rain in vain.

to the opposite.

Cheng Liang’s sword had already bitten Yan Xinglie’s head.

“Ding.”

A soft sound blended into the wind and rain, almost inaudible.

Cheng Liang’s pupils shrank, and he saw that a long sword pierced silently from the darkness, and the tip of the sword was not allowed to hold the epee sword. With just a single click, the trap he had painstakingly set up turned into a dream bubble.

In the sound of flapping wings, the night sparrow in the sky finally stabilized, and the light spread again, illuminating a tattered robe behind the long sword and a pair of tired but still cold eyes.

It is Li Changan.

Almost at the same time.

The following white lotus horse team finally kept up, and a knight in front even bypassed the three of them and galloped towards the white lotus saint in the sheepskin. That person was dressed in colorful clothes, but it was the flower picking thief Sang Chong who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity!

Yan Xinglie also sobered from his fury.

“Daoist!”

Li Changan nodded slightly, and his beard swung his sword to force him back into a beam. He ignored him, turned and rushed towards Sang Chong.

“Get out of the way.”

Cheng Liang was even more anxious when he saw this scene. This betrayal of his old friend was originally the certificate handed out by him to defect to the White Lotus Sect. If someone else saves the saint first, how can he gain a foothold in teaching in the future? !

In fright, no matter whether the opponent’s swordsmanship was superb or not, he wanted to force the Taoist back with a single sword.

But he soon discovered that he was so wrong!

The sword in the hands of the Taoist priest, where is a piece of hard steel, is clearly a living snake, the tip of the sword is a snake kiss, and the hilt of the sword is a snake tail. The heavy sword blade flew about to bite his throat.

Chengliang’s soul is out of reach.

Fortunately, the rest of the horse team had already caught up, and a stinking wind hit, and a figure squeezed between the two arbitrarily, wearing heavy armor, copper skin and iron bones, and it was the iron corpse warrior under the hands of the boy sitting in the tomb.

Cheng Liang staggered and stepped back a few steps. Before putting down his tight heart and liver, he saw a little blue light flashing away, and the ferocious iron corpse warrior suddenly stopped moving.

Immediately afterwards, when the sword light was violent, the terrible “snake kiss” was in front of him again.

In fear, Cheng Liang dared to block with the heavy guy in his hand, but only had time to grab the talisman in his arms. Fortunately, there was more than the “Sitmo Boy” who came to help. A bronze lantern came out of his ears, and the surrounding light suddenly dimmed, as if countless shadows gathered into silk, tightening the long sword that was chasing tightly. Wrap tightly.

However, the cyan light that had just been astounded reappeared.

Dim as fireflies, clear as streams.

The shadows cast by the bronze lamps instantly melted away, and the sword’s edge wrapped in cyan light instantly occupied all the horizons of Chengliang.

“Ding.”

There was another soft sound, accompanied by the golden armor phantom reappeared.

“Hey.”

The Taoist sighed with regret and withdrew.

……………

“My lord! My lord!”

Hearing the call in the ear, Chengliang’s eyes scattered by the sword light finally gathered.

He saw his subordinates pointing at the ruins, anxiously saying something to him. And around, the boy sitting in the tomb jumped and yelled at the head of the iron corpse. “Weird Shadow” looked at the bronze lamp with a missing corner and his expressionless face. Sang Chong in the distance was just struggling from the mud with his soft arms. And up… and he himself, with his hands still covering his neck, as if the sword had not been blocked by the golden armor talisman, but had penetrated his throat.

“grown ups.”

The men called again.

Cheng Liang finally returned to his senses. He let go of his hands, looked down at the scarlet heart in his hands, and then raised his head to see that the three people had already rushed through the encirclement and sank into the depths of the ruins.

His face flushed suddenly.

“Chase!”

…………

The pursuit was not smooth.

The ruins are filled with piles of high and low rocks, like a messy maze. It is also covered with slippery ground moss and tangled vines everywhere. The crowded white lotus cultists have difficulty in moving, and the organization is scattered, and it is difficult to form a numerical advantage in this complicated terrain. On the contrary, Li Changan’s three people struggled and damaged a lot of manpower. But after all, they couldn’t hold it back, and the scattered white lotus cultists gathered one after another, and finally the three of them were pushed into a dangerous building.

It stands to reason that the other party is already a turtle in the urn, and it is time to rush into the dangerous building to take it down. However, the White Lotus Cultists only surrounded the dangerous building heavily, and a few people agitated the attack, but most of them looked at each other.

The exhaustion and dampness of Jingye’s pursuit, and the tragic deaths and injuries along the way, have long wiped out the fanaticism of the believers. Rao was an ardent person, and he felt a faint pain in his throat just one step closer.

At this moment, the scholar released a message.

“Nai Gong is tired from fighting, so let’s take a truce for the time being. If you don’t care about the life of the saint woman, just come in!”

Hearing these words, Cheng Liang was relieved instead, he greeted his subordinates to release fireworks.

“For now, surround yourself, wait until the left envoy arrives, and then make a decision.”

Having said that, he just rested, leaving the battlefield for many years, and his appointment tonight has worn out several layers of skin. With this breathing effort, he looked at the surrounding ruins and the dangerous buildings in front of him, but the more he looked, the stranger and stranger he looked.

The rain stopped at night, the cloud disappeared, and the moon was shining brightly.

A wrecked building was suddenly uprooted from the ruins, slanted, and the bricks and tiles were scattered, like a giant with rotten flesh and blood, but the skeleton did not fall. The eaves that pierced the roof tiles, like jagged bones, slanted half of the waning moon.

Cheng Liang frowned and thought, this ruin is in the Pingye land boundary, but why didn’t he, like a hundred households in Pingye, ever heard of it? Looking at the degree of weathering of the ruins, it is obvious that it has been a long time, and other surrounding buildings have also collapsed. Why does this building stand alone?

While thinking about it, the crowd became uproarious. It was the left envoy of Bai Lian with most of the elite who finally arrived late.

Cheng Liang hurriedly put aside the weirdness, stepped forward to bow, and glanced at the dangerous building.

For no reason, my heart trembled.