It rained heavily and water fell from the sky.

Diluted the rich blood color.

The sparks erupting from the swords slashing, the muffled sound from the body collision, 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 as time goes by.

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 them with thunderous momentum. From the beginning, they 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 towards 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 soared into the sky, and a colorful firework exploded beneath the dark clouds.

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

"It turns out that this is the case. 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 Tower, but I didn't expect it to turn into a large-scale showdown between the Supervisor 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 grinding of this flesh-and-blood battlefield.

How could it be like this now, when all it takes is for him to come forward as a guard deacon, and the mission of Qingfeng Temple has been completed.

There was fighting everywhere inside and outside the village.

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

Outside, there is a duel between the warriors of the Supervision Division 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 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 the raindrops that kept falling from the sky and finally fell to the earth. This was normal.

But something.

……………………

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 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 adjusted his mood, and said to the vigilant sword attendants on the side, "In a moment, you two will follow me to open the way, 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 group 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 my eyes.

Zhuo Jianjue looked pale and stared at the place where he just stood.

The junior sister who was crying sadly just now was already 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 popped open.

A few tentacles as bright 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, and 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.

"Withdraw! Withdraw quickly!"

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.
To be continued...