"Do it!" Wu Chen roared wildly, and let out a loud cry. At the same time, his body retreated rapidly and rushed into the crowd by the lake with his sword. After two slaps, two people staggered to the ground with their throats.

Among the crowd, the disciple of the Red Flower Society who had been ambushing for a long time pulled out his sword and pointed the butcher's knife at the Qing court masters around him!

This group of disciples of the Red Flower Society are numerous, scattered and lurking in the crowd in groups of three or three. More than 80% of them are not necessarily very skilled, but they are all experienced and have a sharp eye. While they are still rotating in a calm manner, waiting for an opportunity to spy on the other hand, they communicate with each other secretly. Once they are determined who is suspected or who has any abnormal movements, several disciples immediately squeezed to the person calmly. On the one hand, they surrounded the suspect Qing court masters, and on the other hand, they forced the crowd to avoid accidental injury.

These good men who defected to the Qing court were all nervous and focused on the scene, but ignored the dangers around them. When the disciples of the Red Flower Society started to attack, there was a constant burst of screams. In the blink of an eye, more than half of the people were taken away by their lives in a daze.

"This, what's going on?"

After a sudden change, Chen Jialuo and several leaders around him were shocked and puzzled, and it was difficult for a moment to come back to his senses.

The Tianshan Twin Eagles Chen Zhengde and Guan Mingmei couple immediately felt that the pressure was greatly reduced when Wang Dong left the battle circle. They were both secretly shocked the other party's martial arts, and were extremely angry, holding a sense of anger in their hearts.

"It's the eagle's claws of the court!" However, the two of them had eaten more salt for decades than Chen Jialuo, and immediately understood and poured out the anger in their hearts towards the masters of the Qing court.

A gray shadow flashed, Yuan Shixiao came first, punched out with one punch, and a master of the Qing court felt the sound of wind coming, and he punched his chest and fell to death. It was obvious that this old man was no less sulky than the Tianshan Double Eagles.

"Young master, this is a secret plan we and Wang Dong have reached. In order to prevent the secrets from being leaked, we did not discuss with the leaders. We should kill these hawks in the court first. I will report to you in detail later."

Wen Tailai said.

The masters of the Red Flower Society quickly fought with the Qing court masters hiding in the crowd, and their swords and shadows flashed non-stop.

Within a few breaths, the entire Yueyang Tower seemed to be in an uproar, with panicked crowds everywhere. They never expected that they were just watching and watching a show, but why did it suddenly evolve into a full martial arts craft and need to fight with them in person?

Since there have been a group of unlucky guys who were accidentally injured or lost their lives in the fierce battle between the two sides, but the Red Flower Congregation and the Qing court masters have already become angry and they don’t care about these things!

In fact, if the disciples of the Red Flower Society had not been forced to open the crowd secretly, they would have suddenly attacked and dealt with more than half of the Qing court's good players first, and the number of people who were accidentally injured and killed would have increased by more than several times.

This is true. After all, there are about twenty fish that escaped the net, but it is difficult to turn over with the joint attack of the Red Flower Society.

"Oh no, I've been trapped!"

In the wing room, Fu Heng felt his mind suddenly confused. A few breaths fell into a blank state. His scalp became numb for an instant, and his vest was sweating down!

The group of good players from the downstairs in the world were gradually gaining powers that the Qing court had put in a lot of effort to gradually win over and develop. The ultimate goal was to conquer the world with the world.

However, most of the forces that were pulled out with great effort were killed in just a short moment, and even worried about being wiped out. When Fu Heng thought of this consequence, he felt as if he had lost his strength and suddenly felt a sense of fear.

"Master, we are ambushed, order to retreat quickly."

A word woke up the dreamer. Fu Heng suddenly came to his senses, wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead, and gritted his teeth and said, "It's too late to retreat. The loss is so heavy. The emperor must be furious. At this point, he can only try his best to capture these thieves in one fell swoop. Debu, send a signal quickly to inform the prefect Ge!"

"yes!"

Debuyingno took off the bow and arrow on his back, opened the window, and shot a sound arrow into the sky.

Fu Heng returned to the field again, clasped the musket in his palm, ready to fire the shot. He looked at it intently and was shocked. There was still trace of Wang Dong in his eyes. He was just thinking something was wrong. Suddenly, a silver light flashed, and a whip rolled Debu's head from top to bottom, rolling Debu out of the window.

Fu Heng was shocked, and a tongue of flames gushed out of the barrel of the gun, which made the window lattice dilute, but only a scream was heard. Then a familiar figure fell straight and hit the stone steps down the Yueyang Tower, and a dull sound came.

"Deb!"

Fu Heng's eyes were ripped and he screamed. At the same time, Bai Zhen, Tang Pei, Hai Lanbi, Tang Liuye and others also held the weapons tightly at the same time. The atmosphere in the wing room was extremely tense in an instant.

"Be careful of the enemy's sneak attack!"

Bai Zhen shouted softly, condensed his energy, and maintained his best attack state.

Everyone looked at the windows, looking very alert.

A silver shadow suddenly flashed outside the window, and the momentum of the people in the room suddenly increased to the extreme. Bai Zhen raised his arms and swung his five fingers like a hook, and rushed out first, but the silver shadow flashed and disappeared.

The next moment.

There was a loud bang, and the people in the house couldn't help but look up, and saw a big hole in the floor on the top, and then a man in blue came down.

With a chorus, the man in blue suddenly got out of the sheath.

A sword light flew out slanted, and the sound of the wind was snarling. Only bursts of cutting sounds could be heard. Fu Heng felt his heart tremble, and his eyes were difficult to open in the chaotic and blurry sword light, and he could not see it.

Suddenly, Fu Heng's face turned cold, as if something had stained his cheeks. He reached out and touched it, it was extremely sticky and had a fishy smell. At this moment, the sword light stopped and the wind came suddenly.

Fu Heng looked at the fingers, it was blood!

Directly opposite him was a man in blue, looking very young, no more than twenty years old, and his sword had already returned to his sheath and hung it on his waist again. However, he took a wine pot in his hand and poured it on his mouth.

Apart from that, there is no living person in the house.

Bai Zhen, Tang Pei, Tang Liuye, Hai Lanbi and others all fell to the ground, their eyes wide open, their faces still looked inexplicable, their bodies were covered in blood, and there were traces of cutting the knife cut everywhere. I don’t know how many times they were hit in that short moment before they died.

The other party clearly had the force of killing people with one knife, but tortured them to death with random swords. Bai Zhen, a group of martial arts masters who had great names in the Qing court and the world, were killed like babies in the opponent's random swords and had no power to resist.

Fu Heng felt cold in his heart, so his body trembled slightly. He held the musket tightly and was facing Wang Dong, but his hands were trembling. He quickly clasped his hands tightly, but it was still difficult to suppress the fear in his heart.

"I am a Grand Secretary of the current dynasty, you dare to kill me-!"

Fu Heng was stern and tried his best to calm himself down. Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly seemed to float up to the clouds and flew out of the window. No, it was not flying, but someone was carrying it out of the window.

The floor was six or seven meters away from the ground. Fu Heng shouted immediately, and was suddenly caught when he was about to hit the ground.

"Sir Fu!"

There was a thunderclap on the ground, and four tower-like giants saw Fu Heng being caught, knocked away the entangled Red Flower Society disciples and rushed over.

"Be careful, they are the four tigers of Hulun in Liaodong, born with divine power..." A disciple of the Red Flower Society shouted and reminded Wang Dong. Before he finished speaking, Wang Dong swept across the board, and the four tigers of Hulun each whipped one, and the people shot backwards like a rocket.

Ignoring the disciples of the Red Flower Society who were suddenly slashing their eyes, Wang waved his hand and threw Fu Heng out: "Leave it to you to deal with it."

Wuchen's long sword returned to the sheath, raised his body, grabbed Fu Heng, and laughed: "Where is Bai Zhen and others?"

"It's all the dead souls under Wang's sword."

Wu Chen opened his eyes wide open when he heard this, took a deep breath, and sighed with a wry smile: "Oh! I am really convinced now. The martial arts of Zunjia are indeed the best in the world!"

Although this fierce battle was not long, Honghua had no intention of making plans. The strength of both sides changed positions. The Honghua Cong soon established the victory. At this time, it was the end stage. Only two or three big cats and kittens were left. Wuchen's words also fell into Yuan Shixiao, Tianshan Shuangying and others' ears. He opened his mouth, but he was unable to refute, and it seemed that he had agreed.

[These days are so decadent that they are always unremarkable. I have always had no motivation to write. I have already posted it. I have really been wrong during this period. I have no energy and energy. I have to adjust it. From now on, I will try my best to keep up two updates every day and try my best to get early. This volume will be finished tomorrow. To be honest, I read "Book Sword" and "Flying Fox" when I wrote this book. I have to say that compared to mid- and late works, the impression of the characters appearing in Jin Yong's early works is too low. I am very tired to write it together.]
Chapter completed!