Alienated Martial Arts

It rains heavily and water falls from the sky.

Diluted the rich blood color.

The sparks erupting from the swords slashing, the muffled sound from the collision of bodies, and the splash of blood all merged into the continuous rain.

Warriors from the Nine Saint Sect, the Mingshui Gang, Lingyun Pavilion, and the He family of the Luoshui family all gathered under the banner of the Supervisory Command and poured into the village without fear of death.

Colliding with the elites of Moxianglou, who were also not afraid of death, they were like two ferocious beasts, biting and gnawing at the village under the heavy rain, fighting bloody battles.

Outside the village, the Mingshui River flows slowly.

On a rocky slope more than ten meters high on the shore, Lu Zhihe silently watched the brutal fighting that took place not far away, with no expression on her face hidden by a bamboo hat.

Just over time.

The few people behind her were already a little out of breath.

After all, the people who shed blood in that village were none other than the elites under their command.

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

It was completely different from the original expectation of crushing the past with a thunderous force. From the beginning, he and Mo Xianglou were trapped in a flesh-and-blood grinding mill.

But now, they have no way out.

We can only hope that after the destruction of Moxiang Tower, this Lu observer can bring enough benefits and benefits to their respective forces.

Only in this way can we stabilize the hearts of the people below and make up for the huge losses caused by this tragic and bloody battle.

The sound of killing was loud in the village.

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

Finally, Zhuo Jianjue, the Master of the Nine Saint Sword Hidden Sword on the stone slope, took a step forward, and the four sword attendants waiting at the bottom of the slope all held swords in their hands.

"Master Hidden Sword, please be patient."

Lu Zhihe tilted her head slightly and said her first words since the battle, "Now that Master Moxiang and other masters cannot hide, it is not the best time for you to take action now."

Zhuo Jianjue's face was cold and his tone was unkind, "Commander Lu, our disciples have suffered heavy losses, but I have been doing nothing here. I'm afraid I won't have the face to take them back to the Nine Saint Sect."

"In that case..."

Lu Zhihe was silent for a moment and nodded slightly, "Then go ahead. But don't blame me for not reminding you. The battle has just begun."

Zhuo Jianjue frowned slightly, cupped his fists and saluted, then jumped down the stone slope.

"Woo..."

At this moment, the desolate horn sound suddenly sounded.

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

Then I saw several large-scale boats approaching slowly, approaching the village where the bloody battle was taking place.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of warriors wearing black attire and ink-colored turbans jumped from the ship and began to accelerate toward the battlefield ahead.

"This is the elite black scarf army."

"It turned out to be the Black Turban Army coming from the waterway."

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

Lu Zhihe sighed quietly.

Uncle Lu beside him immediately made a gesture.

The second sounding arrow rose into the sky, and a colorful firework exploded under the dark clouds.

In an instant, groups of armor-clad warriors jumped up from outside the village, forming a large brown wave that collided with the oncoming black tide.

"It turns out to be like this. These are the elite of the Military Supervision Department she brought from the Central Plains. They have been waiting for a head-on confrontation with the Black Turban Army."

"I thought it was just a small-scale battle to encircle and suppress the owner of Moxiang Building, but I didn't expect that it turned into a large-scale showdown between the Supervisory Command and the Qinglian Sect."

"After this battle, no matter what the outcome is, the major Luoshui forces involved will definitely suffer heavy losses. I don't know how long it will take to recuperate and recuperate."

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

Guanzhu Li, an old fox, made a clever move intentionally or unintentionally by taking advantage of the fact that Elder Lanhe died after fighting with the owner of Moxiang Hall.

Otherwise, Qingfengguan may not be able to escape the polishing of this flesh-and-blood battlefield.

How could it be like this now? All it took was one of his guarding deacons to come forward, and the mission of Qingfeng Temple had been completed.

There was fighting everywhere inside and outside the village.

Inside is the fight between various forces in Luoshui and the warriors of Moxiang Tower.

Outside, there was a duel between the warriors of the Supervision Department and the elites of the Black Turban Army.

Lives are passing away every moment, and blood gathers into a river, turning the faces of the living red and making them become more and more crazy.

Wei Tao observed all this with some trance.

His eyes fell on the Nine Saint Sect Hidden Sword Master.

Watching him lead four swordsmen, he quickly penetrated a defense line of the Black Turban Army, entered the village, and rushed towards the location of the disciples of the Nine Saint Sect step by step.

"He is worthy of the title of Senior Brother of the Nine Saint Sect."

Wei Tao sighed secretly, and was about to turn around to watch the battle between Jianwu Si and the Black Turban Army outside the village.

Without any warning, his eyes suddenly condensed, staring at a ruined wall somewhere in the village. There were scarlet threads flying quietly in the deepest part of his pupils.

"This feeling……"

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

In the center of the rocky slope.

Lu Zhihe still stood still, with no expression on his 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 the raindrops that kept falling from the sky and finally fell to the earth. This was normal. But things.

……………………

The sword light flashes, appearing and disappearing.

The two Moxianglou warriors covered their throats and fell down.

Zhuo Jianjue stepped into the small courtyard, his eyes swept over the injured junior brothers and sisters, and he let out a heavy breath.

"Everyone, hurry up and take a break. I'm here to take you out of here alive."

As he spoke, he distributed healing medicine to the others.

"Senior Brother Zhuo, Xiaoliu and Xiaoqi are both dead. They haven't really grown up yet..."

A female disciple of the Nine Saints Sect began to cry as she spoke. Tears mixed with rain flowed down her face, and she broke down in tears in an instant.

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

Zhuo Jianjue sighed quietly, quickly regained his composure, and said to the vigilant swordsman on the side, "You two will follow me to open the way in a moment, and the two of you will follow to deal with the aftermath, we..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly fell silent.

He looked around with a serious expression, "Have you heard any strange buzzing noises?"

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

"It's raining heavily, there can't be swarms of flies." As soon as Zhuo Jianjue finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

He subconsciously stepped aside.

Escaped a fishy wind that struck without warning.

Uh-huh! ! !

A large ball of blood suddenly exploded in front of his eyes.

Zhuo Jianjue looked pale and stared 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 up visibly, but her eyes were still wide open, looking directly at him.

puff!

Suddenly, her two eyes exploded.

A few tentacles as red as blood emerged from it, and then retracted into the depths of the eye sockets and disappeared.

"What the hell is this!?"

In an instant, Zhuo Jianjue felt as if he had been placed in an ice cellar, his whole body was numb.

If it hadn't been for that subconscious flash just now, he would definitely be lying in the muddy water now, and his death would even be worse than that of his junior sister.

"Get out! Get out!"

Zhuo Jianjue's throat felt dry and his scalp felt 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 now, there is simply no thought or ability to find out clearly.

Zhuo Jianjue only knows that if you continue to break things off, you will inevitably suffer chaos.

The most important thing now is to evacuate people first.

Do your best to keep the lives of your brothers and sisters safe, and then find a way to report it to the master, so that the more experienced and powerful elders can handle the follow-up.

"Jianwu Division, Moxiang Tower..."

Zhuo Jianjue raced wildly in the rain, a rising rage in his heart that was almost impossible to suppress.

The buzzing sound is endless.

After running dozens of steps, he subconsciously looked back.

As soon as he saw it, he was so frightened that he could hardly hold the sword in his hand.

He saw countless scarlet tentacles traveling through the water.

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

"What the hell is this?"

"We're having a big fight here, and whether we're alive or dead, we've all become its food!?"

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

He met several Moxianglou warriors head-on.

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

After a brief but fierce confrontation, several bodies fell down 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 any longer. He raised his feet and continued to rush outward.

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

Zhuo Jianjue stopped and looked at his fellow disciples, including the Sword Attendant, all falling down, with extremely angry and painful expressions appearing on their faces.

Crash.

The sound of falling bricks was heard.

He turned around slowly, staring blankly at the innocent and weak face exposed behind the ruins of the wall, holding the sword tightly and walking towards her step by step.

"Are you a disciple of Lingyun Pavilion?"

Zhuo Jianjue's heart was touched a little softly, and he tried his best to speak softly, "Don't be afraid, I can take you out."

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

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

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

The next moment, countless scarlet tentacles shot out from the slender jade palm, completely covering his entire body in an instant.

After a few breaths, another shriveled and withered body appeared on the ground, huddled on the edge of the ruins, and was quickly buried in the flowing mud.

Stone slope outside the village.

Wei Tao exhaled a breath and murmured to himself, "Wu Xiaolian, I didn't expect it was her."

"This is the entry of Youxuan into the body and the transformation of heaven and human beings. This is also the ultimate goal of this time when the owner of Moxiang and I join forces."

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

Wei Tao turned around slowly, his eyes fell on her face, his brows furrowed little by little, "Envoy Lu, what are you talking about?"

Lu Zhihe walked over and stood beside him, paying no attention to the Lingyun Pavilion Master and others who were already facing a formidable enemy on the stone slope.

Near Xiao Jinyun, Bai Ruoshui and others, Uncle Lu and a girl named Yue'er were on the left and right, working with several warriors in black to keep a close watch on them. If there was even the slightest movement, a fight would break out. fighting.

Lu Zhihe raised his bamboo hat and stared at the village in the distance with Wei Tao.

"Have you seen her? What a pleasing work. Watered with enough blood, it will surely bloom into the most beautiful flower of life."

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

"Also, as an observer of the Military Supervision Department and a relative of Emperor Zhou, you actually joined the Green Lotus Demon Sect. It is really surprising."

Lu Zhihe smiled, "I did not join the Green Lotus Demon Sect. On the contrary, I have always had an sworn hatred with them."

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

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

"Everything in the world is bustling for the sake of profit; everything in the world is bustling for the sake of profit. I don't say whether Lu's choice is right or wrong, but the reasons are quite sufficient."

Wei Tao nodded and suddenly asked, "Did you and the elder of this clan kill me as a result of a plot with the owner of Moxiang House?"

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

Lu Zhihe sighed softly, "Lan He first discovered the arrangement of the owner of Mo Xiang, and the two fought on the banks of the Mingshui River, with the result that both sides suffered losses.

Next, I found Chi Xiang, the owner of Mo Xiang who was healing from wounds, and got a glimpse of her plan, and I was able to figure out a bit of it. "

“As for Elder Lanhe, I can only say that his luck does not seem to be very good.

After being injured, not only did my running speed slow down a little, but I also chose the wrong direction. That's why I met Uncle Lu who was patrolling around me when I was having a secret conversation with the owner of Mo Xiang. He deserved to be beaten to death. "

She explained patiently, completely opposite to the aggressiveness she had when they last met, as if she had returned to her gentle and watery appearance when they first met.

Wei Tao listened silently, thoughtfully, "There is one last question. Inspector Lu keeps calling me junior brother. Why is this?"

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

She turned her head slightly, with a bit of scrutiny and inquiry in her eyes.

After a long silence, she finally spoke.

His voice suddenly trembled uncontrollably, "Teacher Xiyue, are you sure she has passed away?"

Wei Tao suddenly felt a wave of panic in his heart.

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

From the first meeting at Qingfengguan Qinglin Hall, to Lingyun Pavilion headquarters, and until now, why do some strange feelings always arise from her.

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

He thought it was mysterious threads at first, but it wasn't until now that he discovered that it was actually something else.

Wei Tao's mind was racing with thoughts, but in an instant, they all converged into one.

He spoke calmly and asked back, "Does Observer Lu think she is dead or alive?"

"Teacher has not been alive again for a long time, and the technique I practiced has no other effects. She is naturally dead."

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

Wei Tao looked at her without flinching.

Under tremendous pressure, in order to keep his expression calm, he raised the corners of his lips little by little, revealing a silent smile.

But at the same time.

"Ah……"

The ethereal laughter suddenly appeared.

Just swinging around him.

No matter where you looked, he was sneering silently.

But a faint female voice came out.

Lu Zhihe's expression suddenly changed.

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

Boom!

The stone slope suddenly cracked.

She retreated several feet as fast as lightning.

A ball of steaming water mist suddenly exploded between the two of them.

In an instant, large and small gravels flew everywhere, like a dense rain of hail and rocks.