Fresh blood scattered, and the broken grass stirred up by the blade's wind danced and fell, all in the blink of an eye.

Everyone could now clearly see the condition of the Young Master Lin Qi, whom Lu Tuo held in his hands. Bloodstains were everywhere, his arms were twisted, obviously pierced and broken by something. Crossbow bolts protruded from his back. All these injuries, coupled with the final slash, made his entire body look like a tattered sack, violated countless times.

The black figure who unleashed that stunning blade vanished into the shadows on the other side, disappearing without a trace. The battle there now seemed quiet as well. Lu Tuo stood tall at the forefront like an iron tower, silently lowering Lin Qi.

In the distance, Wan Yan Qingjue's mouth slightly opened, but she didn't speak. The masters in the crowd had already stretched their limbs, adjusting themselves to the best condition. Clearly, after a smooth night, unexpected circumstances had still arisen. They didn't know which martial arts family or master had moved this time, not accounted for, secretly trying to interfere.

The blade technique of that black shadow who rushed out was truly at the pinnacle of perfection, extremely extraordinary. And the loss of seven or eight people in the blink of an eye was obviously because the other side had indeed laid a formidable trap.

Lu Tuo's hand had already risen immediately, signaling to prepare for the enemy. He was wary of the direction in which the blade wielder had disappeared. In the crowd, a Jurchen man crouched down, nocking an arrow and drawing his bow, listening to the wind in the night forest. With a loud bang, blood exploded on his face, and he fell backward.

"Be careful—"

"Engage the enemy—"

This bizarre attack shattered the equally bizarre moment of silence. Someone roared, and everyone lunged around, seeking cover. Yin Ping was grabbed by Li Wanlian at a vital point, struck several times with techniques to block her meridians, leaving her whole body numb. She wanted to resist, but was finally dragged back. In this chaotic scene, the sight of these people simultaneously displaying first-class skills was simply astonishing. The footwork and movements honed over years of martial arts training, or the wild instincts cultivated in hunting grounds and military service, were all displayed to the fullest at this moment of real confrontation. Having practiced the most orthodox inner cultivation from a young age, she could understand the horror of what she was witnessing even more clearly.

Whether it was the sound of thunder and wind as they moved, or the lightning-fast techniques of rushing and leaping, or the laws of dodging and turning, they truly demonstrated the quality of this team. Since the establishment of the Yue Family Army, many masters had come to join them, but it wasn't smart to form an elite unit from masters within the army. For an army composed of refugees and farmers, simple rigorous training couldn't make them adapt to the battlefield. Only by placing them alongside veterans or strongmen from the Green Forest could the army's greatest strength be unleashed.

But regardless of whether such a configuration was foolish or not, as the facts unfolded before her eyes, especially after experiencing the massacres of these two nights, Yin Ping could only admit that such a team was indeed close to invincible in small-scale battles of a few hundred people.

The sudden appearance of the heroes on the other side gave Lu Tuo and the others a severe blow, truly extraordinary, especially that "Night Battle in All Directions" style during the black shadow's charge, which was probably no less skilled than her father's spear techniques. Even so, at this moment, Yin Ping still wanted to shout loudly, hoping they could leave quickly. Of course, it would be best if they could take General Gao with them.

Whether the opponents were martial arts heroes or a small group of soldiers, it was all the same.

The stars and moon revolved in the sky, casting sparse shadows in the forest. A few flames were still burning on one side of the woods, causing smoke and dust to drift into the night sky. At this moment, figures whistled and intertwined in the forest. Some dodged, some rushed forward swiftly in dodging and turning, and there were also those with strange movements, walking close to the ground like terrifying spiders, their figures almost completely hidden in the low weeds, enough to avoid the threat of arrows. At the same time, the Jurchen sharpshooters and Green Forest masters who were good at concealed weapons were also dodging while suddenly attacking, scattering throwing stars, caltrops, and arrows, crackling and banging into the dim area.

Lu Tuo also exerted his strength to leap out at the same time. Several crossbow bolts crossed where he had just been, and grass stems flew in the air.

"Firelances—"

The roar shook the forest.

Although the comparison between the two sides was spoken of earlier with some being obvious and some being hidden, in reality, everyone was still in a dark forest at this time. When dozens of masters on Lu Tuo's side moved in all directions, the darkness was like a surging tide. With the clash of the crowd, a Jurchen archer quickly wound a fire arrow and shot it out. At the same time, someone also took a torch soaked in oil, lit it, and threw it into the darkness.

The moment the torch was thrown, a crossing crossbow bolt shot into the person's shoulder. The flames flashed across the night sky. Beside a small tree, the attacker who shot the crossbow bolt was turning to dodge. The flying torch slowly illuminated the scene not far away, and several figures revealed their outlines in a fleeting glimpse.

"Be careful of firearms—"

"Saw them!"

"Scoundrels, come out—"

Amidst the shouts, someone had already leaped to the enemy's surroundings. These Green Forest masters each had different fighting styles, but since they were prepared, they wouldn't suffer the same losses as they had earlier. The first one to rush in immediately spun around, shouting, "Be careful—" A crossbow bolt had already flown into the air from the side, and then there was a clanging sound, as it was intercepted by a weapon.

The second and third people also rushed in suddenly, and then someone shouted, "It's a trap! These guys are tough!"

Wan Yan Qingjue's forehead throbbed, but in this moment, she didn't understand what it meant to be trapped, or how tough the guys could be. Her side was full of first-class masters who had been gathered with great difficulty. Even if the other side had some elites, it was impossible for them to all be skilled fighters. In the moment of this shout, another eight or nine people rushed in, followed by chaotic shouts: "Everyone, join forces... kill them—"

"Die—"

"Ah—"

"Beware of the trap—"

Amidst the cries, one person was cut open, and his companions dragged him out quickly. Lu Tuo originally wanted to sit in the middle and command, but he was also confused by their shouts. If they were shouting to join forces and kill them, then there must be a fight to be had, but what did the subsequent "beware of the trap" mean?

Not far away, Yin Ping watched all this with dizziness and confusion.

Lu Tuo's figure rushed over!

Behind the bushes, a fierce fight came into view. It was a melee of more than a dozen figures. Lu Tuo rushed over and slashed horizontally at the enemy he saw at the front. The man held a steel saber and a shield in his other hand. Under Lu Tuo's powerful slash, he was sent flying. The surrounding companions were also formidable. With Lu Tuo's arrival, three masters also stepped forward to attack fiercely, but the other side changed positions, and a long spear and a hook scythe came to meet them, trying to block the four's attack. They were forced to retreat step by step in the blink of an eye.

Lu Tuo had already sensed something was wrong. It was said in the martial world that it takes a year to learn the saber, a month to learn the staff, and a lifetime to learn the spear. Swords were best kept hidden. Spears and swords were easy to learn but difficult to master. Those who wielded them well were all masters. The hook scythe was an even more unusual weapon, extremely difficult to use well. Although this long spear and hook scythe were being beaten back, they could still support the attack from himself and the other three. They couldn't possibly be nameless figures in the Green Forest.

As these two spears retreated a few steps, long sabers and swords wandered over, and in their wandering, they once again resisted the four's fierce attack. The long spear and hook scythe instantly made up for the positions of the sabers and swords, receiving the surrounding attacks.

The fighting between more than a dozen Jianghu people was very different from the fighting between soldiers. Their positioning, awareness, and reactions were extremely nimble. However, in this seemingly chaotic running and fighting, they were able to withstand the attack of ten people on their side. On closer inspection, there were only seven people, yet their cooperation and positioning, and their awareness of each other, were extremely tacit. So much so that even with such a strong attack from our side, they had gained nothing, and one person had even been injured by the other side in their carelessness.

The other side... were also masters.

Lu Tuo had been fighting in the Green Forest for many years, and the moment he realized something was wrong, the hairs on his body stood on end. The clash of weapons had only been for a moment, and the people behind him were still rushing over. In a few strong attacks, someone else rushed over and joined the attack. The seven people in front were constantly retreating in tacit cooperation and resistance. If it weren't for the bizarre outcome, most people would probably just think this was a completely chaotic melee. And under Lu Tuo's attack, although the other side had felt great pressure, the saber wielder among them had ethereal and light saber techniques, and always held the line in his disheveled resistance. The other saber wielder on the other side was obviously the core. His broadsword was fierce and brutal, with a strong explosive force. Each slash was like a volcano erupting, with a raging fire spreading across the plains. He alone had blocked the attacks of three or four people on his side, constantly reducing the pressure on his companions. This saber technique made Lu Tuo vaguely feel something. Something bad was stirring.

…

The forest was a scene of chaos.

Not only on this side, but also in other directions of the forest, the scouts and peripheral personnel arranged by Wan Yan Qingjue were also alarmed by this sudden threat and were quickly gathering. Beside Yin Ping, a Jurchen man blew the horn of battle, spreading the signal far and wide. Then, signal flares flew up from the distant forest, perhaps the rescuers coming from the other side had also been discovered.

Li Wanlian licked the blood from her fingertips. Not far away, Gao Chong was barely holding on under the siege of Pan Dahe and the others. He knew that the arrival of reinforcements was probably the best opportunity, but after frequent fighting, it was difficult to make any progress. Just at this moment, from the end of the forest where they had just exchanged blows, Lu Tuo's roar rang out: "Go—"

This roar was high-pitched and anxious, and it did not convey a reassuring signal. As the leader of such a team, Lu Tuo often had to show calmness even if he encountered a major event. No one had expected, and no one could have imagined what kind of thing would have made him show such anxious emotions.

In the midst of this roar, two more people rushed over. One of them only jumped slightly on the grass, and before his foot landed, a blade of light rose in front of him.

The blade and the figure crossed paths, the body landed and rolled, and the head had already flown into the sky. This time, the figure wielding the blade was tall and thin, holding the blade in one hand, while the other side only had a sleeve fluttering gently in the wind. At the moment he appeared, someone else shouted in the battle: "Go—"

And in the moment of seeing this one-armed figure, for some reason, the name suddenly popped into Wan Yan Qingjue's mind in the distance.

——"Celestial Blade", Du Sha.

At the same time, a tide of blood surged, and the sharp edges of weapons spread out—

…

Just a moment ago, memories from many years ago had surged in Lu Tuo's mind.

At that time, the wave of the Northern Expedition of the Wu Dynasty was rising, and in the south, Fang La's rebellion had just broken out. The Qi family, who advocated peace, did not sit idly by and let the opportunity pass. The higher-ups used their connections to provide a lot of help to Fang La's faction. At that time, Lu Tuo also went south, joined Fang La's army, and joined the command of a Green Forest man named Bao Daoyi.

Bao Daoyi had a high position in the Holy Duke Army, but he also had many enemies. The Tyrant Saber was one of them. Later, Xinmo Ningyi killed Bao Daoyi by chance, and the Tyrant Saber Camp protected him. It was said that he had even consummated his marriage with Liu Xigua, the owner of Tyrant Saber Manor.

With Ningyi's martial arts, it was naturally impossible for him to really kill Bao Daoyi. The truth of the matter was difficult to find, but Lu Tuo didn't care. It was just that there were many masters in the Tyrant Saber Camp at that time. Lu Tuo, who had joined Bao Daoyi's command, had some understanding of some of his opponents. They were the disciples taught by Liu Dabiaozi, who was once unparalleled in the art of the saber. Their saber styles were different, but they all had their strengths.

Two of the people in front of him, the one who was fighting and defending with light and ethereal saber techniques, vaguely resembled the "Feather Saber" Qian Luoning. As for the other one, who was explosive and fierce, seemed to bear traces of the rumored "Ember Evil Saber".

Tyrant Saber Camp...

These three words surged in his heart, causing him to shout out in an instant: "Go—" But it was already too late.

At the same time that he roared, someone waved his hand in the forest.

The Jurchen swordsman who rushed the furthest rolled and pounced. Just as he stood up, two figures pounced over. One grabbed the steel saber in his hand, and the other wrapped around him from behind, grabbing the Jurchen swordsman's face from behind and pressing his body from top to bottom onto the ground. The Jurchen swordsman's steel saber was grabbed, and his face was pressed down. His still-active left hand drew the dagger from his waist and was about to counterattack, but the man who was holding him down hit him with a knee, and the short knife repeatedly pulled twice across the Jurchen swordsman's throat with force.

Thick blood gushed out. This was just a conflict in the blink of an eye. More figures pounced over. A figure came from the side, a long saber pointing at Lu Tuo, a surging murderous aura coming towards him.

…

When the fighting pushed in and then pushed out again, no one wanted to leave yet. The people in the back were already connecting to the front.

When Lu Tuo retreated in the fierce fighting, seeing the saber techniques of the black figure who was fighting Lu Tuo, no one really wanted to leave yet.

The ten or so people who rushed in had already been killed in the blink of an eye, and the rest retreated in a group, but they only vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Everything developed too quickly. From the moment when Lin Qi and seven or eight others were strangely drawn into the end of the battlefield, to the rushing in of the vanguard and the arrival of the people in the back, and then to Lu Tuo's sudden retreat, the battle line was pushed back. It was only a moment. For a war, this was perhaps just the beginning of the initial confrontation.

At this moment, most of the people had already rushed to the front line, or had already begun to fight with the enemy. Chou Tianhai was gathering his strength and rushing forward. He smashed a Tongbei Fist at the one-armed saber wielder who had appeared first and was fighting against two people. The one-armed saber wielder calmly turned around and slashed, the killing intent cutting towards Chou Tianhai's head. He exerted his strength to turn and dodge, avoiding the slash. Three figures killed out from the side. The White Ape Tongbei Fist and Tan Tui's kung fu created afterimages around him. As soon as they exchanged blows, they punched and kicked three people back.

The martial arts of both sides were at most similar, and he vaguely felt that he could fight.

Someone in the crowd shouted: "This is... Tyrant Saber!" Many people just hesitated slightly, distracted to think about what that was, as it seemed somewhat familiar.

Then, someone shouted "Black Flag."

"Go—" Lu Tuo's roar began to become real, and the air of the night began to explode! Someone shouted: "Run—"

Fresh blood bloomed in the air, heads flew up, someone fell, someone rolled and crawled. Bloodlines were colliding, flying up. In the blink of an eye, Lu Tuo had fallen to the back line, and he already knew that it was a moment of life and death. He fought hard to try to save some of the people. Li Wanlian dragged Yin Ping to leave, and Yin Ping struggled hard, but was finally dragged away.

The black-clad people on the other side rushed out, still running, slashing, and dodging in rhythm during the fighting. Even the master who was fighting Lu Tuo would never stop casually. They often took turns to step forward, attacking together. The people in the back rushed forward, only engaged in a brief, rapid battle, and then leaped behind trees and large rocks to wait for their companions to come up, occasionally using crossbows to fight against the enemy. Wan Yan Qingjue's team could be said to be masters who had some cooperation, but compared to the sudden enemies in front of them, the degree of cooperation had completely become a joke. Often one or two masters relied on their strong martial arts and were reluctant to leave the battle, and in the next moment, they would be surrounded by three to five people and killed on the spot.

The advance of the black tide—especially when facing dozens of masters—was so rapid that it was difficult to react, but it was impossible to catch up with Li Wanlian and the others immediately. Lu Tuo fought hard in the back for a moment, then turned around to break through. Pan Dahe and the others had also abandoned Gao Chong and left. Gao Chong straightened his spear and wanted to chase, but at this moment, his mind was dazed for a moment. He had gradually become exhausted from fighting to this point.

Lu Tuo ran over. Gao Chong took a deep breath, and then a series of figures swept past his side.

Wan Yan Qingjue and the others had not completely left his sight. He looked back, drew his bow and shot an arrow, shouting, "Master Lu, hurry up—"

Lu Tuo shouted: "They can't hold me back!"

No one questioned Lu Tuo's words. Masters of this level had exquisite martial arts and great potential. Like Gao Chong, if they were not restrained or exhausted from fighting, they would be extremely difficult to kill. After all, if they really wanted to escape, ordinary galloping horses couldn't catch up, and ordinary arrows and crossbow bolts would not be easy to kill them. Just in the moment of Lu Tuo's roar, several black-clad people came from the front and sides, using long whips, iron chains, steel spears, and even fishing nets, trying to block him. Lu Tuo was only slightly blocked, and then quickly changed direction.

Two iron shields blocked in front.

Lu Tuo roared and rushed forward, smashing one person and his shield away. His figure twisted and darted to the other side. At this time, two iron-made flying shuttles pierced through, crisscrossing and blocking his direction, and a huge sound rang out.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom—

Smoke and dust rose, and firelight intertwined. Everyone's best efforts to block only slightly limited Lu Tuo's direction of travel. More than a dozen long iron pipes were aimed at him and launched ammunition.

Lu Tuo's figure shook several times, his footsteps staggered, and one of his feet suddenly went short. In the distance, the black-clad people swept past his position. Someone grabbed his hair, and with a single slash, they cut off his head without stopping their feet.

Many people stared with wide eyes, stunned for a moment. They knew that Lu Tuo had died.

This was the end of the Jianghu.

…

The people of the Black Flag were still spreading.

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