Heavy rain is like a waterfall, and there are many murderous intentions in the mountains and forests.

The fugitive is definitely not an ordinary mediocre hand. A stick with the same eyebrows swept through the fallen leaves in the forest, and the soil splashed at Cao Hua who fell from the trunk.

clang--

The clan and the spear bumped into each other, making a sound of metal and iron fighting.

The Duo Ren Qiu took it hard, and the soft mud was sunk under his feet. He knelt on the ground with his knees under great force, gritted his teeth and let out a trapped beast-like roar, and barely blocked the smashed horse spear. The Duo Ren Qiu's eyes were full of shock and shock. He had already estimated Cao Hua's skills, but the force of this move was beyond his imagination. His arms lost consciousness as if they were broken, and the tiger's mouth had broken and blood had been seen.

"The national teacher helps me!"

The hatred man knew he was defeated and shouted loudly.

Cao Hua's eyes were slightly cold without any hesitation. His boots were swept through the air, kicking the dense rain curtain, and hitting the ribs of Qiu Dao Ren.

Unfortunately, the other three people who were besieged did not watch the show. Fang Qifo threw away the umbrella and pierced the rain curtain with a long sword in his hand until Cao Hua's neck.

Cao Hua forced the horse spear back, and the force on his feet was greatly reduced, only kicking Qiu Dao Ren down, without causing any serious damage.

The horse spear is too long, so the reason why Cao Hua is led between the dense forest is that it restricts his performance.

There were too many trees in the forest, and it was difficult to wield the spear. After forcing Fang Qi Buddha to retreat, it hit the trunk, shaking the fallen leaves.

Deng Yuanjue was too afraid of Cao Hua and did not go in directly. Instead, he took this opportunity to press the horse spear on the tree pole with an iron Zen stick. With all his strength, he forced a sunken mark on the tree.

"Cao Thief died!"

Shi Bao's hair was spreading, and his hands were waving like the wind, jumping high and hitting Cao Hua's head.

Cao Hua failed to pull back the horse spear, so he took off his hand quickly and grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist. He heard a slight sound of "Wipe" and the cold light wiped across Shi Bao's waist and abdomen, bringing out a string of Mars.

Shi Bao, who was burly, had long seen Cao Hua's martial arts skills. He knew that he was physically good and could not dodge, so he simply put a piece of armor on his chest and abdomen to avoid being killed by Cao Hua with one blow. This preparation obviously saved his life.

The sword directly cut off the armor piece on Shi Bao's abdomen, leaving a sword wound on his belly. The wound was not deep and itchy.

Fang Qifo had already stepped up, his body was almost ghostly, and with a little sword sound, he cut towards Cao Hua's arm.

Cao Hua took his sword and resisted it, but in the blink of an eye there were three 'ding ding-' sounds, and sparks flew everywhere.

The sword in Cao Hua's hand, "Wuan Tianxia", was extraordinary. It cuts iron like mud, and ordinary weapons were basically broken when they touched it. However, the sword in Fang Qifu's hand was obviously not simple, and it didn't even pop out a gap.

The moment Fang Qifu picked up the sword, he raised his hand and slapped Cao Hua's head, which was light, but with a terrifying and majestic look.

Cao Hua raised his hand and punched Fang Qifu's palm, but it was like he hitting cotton without any force. Then he felt a powerful force coming and pushed him out, almost unable to stand firm.

Cao Hua's long sword in his hand was on the ground behind him, and his feet slid for a distance to stabilize his body, and his face became solemn. Fang Qifo's skill was obviously not as good as him, but the difference was probably not far. He was between June 4th and June 4th. With the assistance of three famous players from the side, he might not have been able to beat him.

After meeting Cao Hua, the four of them were about to part with each other. They had already gained the upper hand and quickly dispersed to block the retreat. They approached carefully with weapons in their hands.

Cao Hua stood quietly in the rain with his sword in his arms, his eyes on Fang Qifu, and only used his ears to identify the movements of the other three people.

The rain slid from the sword's edge on the fallen leaves, and Fang Qifu's face remained calm:

"Governor Cao, Fang asked for the last time, would he be willing to surrender to the Lord?"

"It's up to you, I'm not worthy."

Cao Hua twisted the sword lightly, his body was like a tiger pounced on food, and he rushed directly to the injured hatred.

"careful!"

The other three people spoke reminders and strided towards each other.

Qiu Dao Ren's face changed drastically. Unexpectedly, Cao Taisui would keep holding a soft persimmon and pinch it. Although he was hit under the ribs without any damage, his chest and abdomen were inseparable from the sea. He dared to fight against each other, and stab Cao Hua with his eyebrows and his body was retreating with the flow.

Cao Hua's body was like a thorn attached to the bones, and he instantly approached him. He held his long sword and slid over the stick with his eyebrows. His elbow hit the Qiu Dao Ren again with the momentum of thunder.

Fang Qifo moved the fastest, almost following Cao Hua's pace, and his sword stabbed him so hard that he could force Cao Hua to stop his strength.

Unfortunately, when facing a strong enemy, Cao Hua always fights with injuries for life, avoiding the long sword sideways, which instead increases the strength of his elbows.

Bang—

With a muffled sound, the Taoist robe on Qiu Taoist's back broke, revealing his strong and tense muscles. A piece of his ribs was sunken, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out.

Fang Qifo stabbed the sky with a sword, and his left hand hit Cao Hua's back with a palm.

Cao Hua let out a muffled groan, and rushed out with the force, hit Qiu Dao Ren, and the two of them fell on the fallen leaves together.

"ah--"

Deng Yuanjue seized the opportunity, leaped high with a Zen stick in his hands, smashed it down with a mountain opening momentum, and landed until the back of Cao Hua's head.

Cao Hua didn't even have time to kill Qiu Dao Ren, so he rolled forward and galloped towards the woods.

However, Fang Qifo had planned for a long time and had already calculated various channels to escape, and had set up many traps on the road.

As soon as Cao Hua ran out of the clearings in the forest, he stepped on the trip rope buried underground. He jumped up quickly and did not fall. There was a light sound of organic huddles on the treetops. A log that was thick with embrace fell down, covered with iron nails, and swept directly to the front.

Cao Hua's face changed slightly, and he forced his fingers to press his fingers against the gap between the iron nails, and pushed himself back with the force of the logs falling.

Fang Qifo and others, who were prepared, took the opportunity to join the army and pointed at the key points everywhere with weapons in their hands.

This time it was almost a dead end. Cao Hua wanted to avoid it and could only hold the log and turn it back, using it as a barrier to block it. However, the logs were covered with sharp iron nails, and even if he stabilized his body on the logs, he would inevitably be covered in bruises.

Sa--

At this critical moment, a long spear broke through the air and stabbed Shi Bao, who was leading the way.

The spear tip pierced the rain curtain, and the sound of the wind broke through.

Shi Bao's hair stood upside down, and without thinking, he gave up the attack, rolled on the ground and avoided the attacking spear.

The spear was nailed to the falling log, giving Cao Hua a place to seize it. Cao Hua pulled up his body with the elasticity of the gun rod, and passed over the top of the double-teamed people. He had already established a foothold when he landed. He ignored the pain in his back and rushed directly to Fang Qi Buddha with a slightly dark face.

Seeing someone assisting Cao Hua, the other three also changed their faces slightly. Fang Qifo said in a deep voice before he could see:

"Xie Yijun!"

As he finished speaking, in the direction of the spear attack, Xie Yijun, wearing a straw raincoat, rushed over, holding a long sword in his hand, with sharp eyes, and directly pressing towards Deng Yuanjue.

Xie Yijun had no emotion on her face, and she didn't even go to see Cao Hua, and directly fought with the three people she met.

Deng Yuan felt shocked and retreated step by step with the Zen staff in his hand, angrily saying:

"Yijun, are you crazy? Kill Cao Hua!"

Shi Bao was also incredible. Xie Yijun was a rebel from Western Shu and had studied art in Jiangnan. Fang Baihua had the kindness of teaching him and they were both good friends. A few days ago, they surrounded and killed Cao Hua and Zhu Xie, but why did they suddenly come over to rescue Cao Hua?

Fang Qifo and Cao Hua fought several moves, and they spoke in a deep voice during the fight:

"Yijun, you have long since joined the court?"

As soon as this statement was made, the other three frowned. They knew that Xie Yijun went to kill Cao Hua last year, and then disappeared for half a year. Bao Daoyi and Fang Xing went away forever, and they didn't know the specific situation. Now they think that it might be people from Western Shu who secretly informed him, but Chen Tiexun, the young leader of Western Shu, was also dead...

Deng Yuanjue thought for a while and was furious: "Kill your brother and your master, everyone will be killed. Xie Yijun, you are quite benevolent and righteous, and you will become a lackey in the court."

Xie Yijun's face turned red, she fought with the three of them, and said in a deep voice:

"In order to seek hegemony, Fang Qifu can kill Zhu Xie but not kill him, so he is not worthy of mentioning the morality of the world. If you are not kind, don't blame me for being unrighteous."

Fang Qifo was meticulous and thought for a moment, and he was shocked in his eyes, and he opened Cao Hua's long sword:

"You arranged the assassination of Zhu Xie?"

“How is that?”

Cao Hua's eyes were unruly, and a long sword broke through the water and restricted Fang Qi Buddha to no chance of distraction.

Fang Qifo frowned, obviously not understanding Cao Hua's motive. However, it was impossible for the rebel army to raise an army with the gimmick of assassination of Zhu Xie, so it was impossible to return this deep honor to Cao Hua. It would be meaningless to know.

After the two fought several times, the figure of the Black Feather Guard had already appeared in the woods. After realizing that there was no chance of ambushes, Fang Qifo forced Cao Hua to drive with a sword and rushed towards the depths of the woods:

"withdraw."

Deng Yuanjue and the other three had far less martial arts than Fang Qifo. They were in a hard battle at this time. They heard that they were granted a general amnesty and fled from all directions.

Xie Yijun did not chase after him, and pulled out his spear from the swaying logs and prepared to escape into the mountains and forests.
Chapter completed!