The Zuo brothers looked at the swordsman in surprise and immediately felt the deep aura of the other party, and they felt awe-inspiring in their hearts, and they didn't want to make any trouble. The two exchanged glances and said with a grim smile: "Tang Bowen, as long as you tell Li Yan'er's whereabouts, we will let you report to the Hall of Hell quickly. Otherwise, we will first break your ten fingers, poke your eyes blind, break every bone of your bone, slowly dry your blood, let you suffer torture, and taste the taste of life worse than death!" Their smiles were cruel and ferocious, and the excitement of torture in their eyes was shot out, and no one could tell that they were not joking.

Just hearing the description of the Zuo brothers, everyone couldn't help but shudder. If such torture methods were really used, even the man who was fighting could not bear it!

Tang Bowen fell to the ground, and despite his embarrassed posture, his waist and spine were still straight, and he said calmly: "Although I, Tang Bowen, is not a hero who stands tall, I will never do anything to betrayal, let alone her as my wife! Even if you cut off my flesh inch by inch, Tang will not surrender! I advise you to die of this heart!"

The Zuo brothers slowed down and said, "Women are like clothes, just throw them away after using them. Why do you have to protect her like this? If you are willing to cooperate obediently, our brothers can consider letting you live." Their first target of hunting was Li Yan'er, so they did not hesitate to threaten and tempt Tang Bowen, hoping to pry out the news about Li Yan'er from his mouth.

Tang Bowen asked without comment and said, "Which woman do you really like?"

The Zuo brothers shook their heads together. For them, women are just tools to vent and will only use them when needed. They are purely a relationship between money and **. After the matter is done, everyone has broken up and they have become strangers and have no connections.

Tang Bowen sighed: "The summer insects cannot be said to be ice! The ancients played the zither of cows, and Tang did not intend to imitate them. You don't understand this emotional matter. Tang was able to make connections with his beloved person for more than ten years, and he was already satisfied with his joy and joy. He has no regrets in this life! Tang was not afraid of death, so how could he care about your so-called tortures?" After a pause, he chanted as if no one else: "The clouds are made of tricks, the flying stars are passed on, and the silver man is crossing the distance. When the jade dew meets, it is better than countless people in the world." The tone is ups and downs, revealing infinite affection. This is the word "The Magpie Bridge Fairy" written by Qin Guan, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty. It uses the stories of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to portray the unswerving love between men and women, which has been passed down from generation to generation.

Mo Tianfeng couldn't help but slam the high fives and said, "I want to get drunk with Shu Kuang Picture, and sing with wine. It's still tasteless to have a strong joy. I will never regret it when my clothes get looser, and I will become haggard for her." His tone was deeply affectionate and sad, bringing everyone into another artistic conception. Dongfang Yan looked at him in a daze, his eyes were fascinated and moved.

Seeing that they were singing poems and singing, the Zuo brothers didn't understand them, and felt uncomfortable. They said angrily: "I'm still in the mood to show off my knowledge when I die. Are you an idiot? Since you don't eat or drink toast, we will fulfill you!" The two of them grabbed Tang Bowen's palms and squeezed them out with all their strength. Only a few crisp sounds of the servant broke his two index fingers at the same time.

As the saying goes, ten fingers connect the heart. The fingers are broken, and the pain can be imagined. Tang Bowen's face twitched in pain, and cold sweats spread, but he bit his teeth tightly and kept silent.

Everyone was secretly impressed by this and dared not speak out for the cruelty of the Zuo brothers.

The Zuo brothers sneered: "If you want to suffer less, you'd better say it out immediately. Our patience is limited." As he said that, he grabbed Tang Bowen's other two fingers and wanted to break his posture.

Tang Bowen said: "Let's do it!" He closed his eyes gently and did not look at the other person more.

The Zuo brothers were angry and were about to start a move. A scream suddenly sounded: "Let's wait!" Everyone looked in the sound, and the detective slowly walked up, his shoulders twitched, and his face was filled with tears. When Tang Bowen heard the scream, his tiger's body shook, and suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the detective who walked up to him, with his eyes blamed, regretful, helpless, gentle, and pity intertwined, and his eyes were very complicated. The two of them looked like magnets, and they exchanged thousands of words in an instant, and the deep affection of the sea could be seen by even the blind man.

Everyone stared at this funny scene blankly. The two big men were looking at each other affectionately, and a strange feeling appeared in their hearts. Dongfang Yan flashed in spirit and said in a lost voice: "He is Li Yan'er!"

Li Yan'er! It was like a stone stirring up a thousand layers of waves. Dongfang Changhe and others jumped forward at the same time and surrounded the detective. He saw his sharp-mouthed cheeks, thick eyebrows, rough and yellow skin exposed outside his clothes, and his figure was thin, which was more than 100,800 miles away from the legendary No. 1 beauty in the martial arts world. If Tang Bowen had not been captured after being exposed and forced to show up on his own initiative, who would have thought that this stunning beauty would turn into a mediocre and obscene constable?

The Zuo brothers held a hostage in their hands, but instead seemed very calm. They looked at each other carefully from head to toe and shouted, "Are you Li Yan'er? If not, get out!"

The detective lowered his head, raised his hands and rubbed his head and neck for a moment, and tore off a delicate and delicate human skin mask. She slowly raised her head, and everyone's eyes lit up, and she burst into sighs and breathed in unconsciously. She saw her phoenix eyes were filled with tears, her eyebrows were crescent moons, her nose was straight, and her slightly pale lips were like a knife. Her temperament was elegant and generous, with the mature and charming style unique to the young woman. The faint sorrow between the eyebrows made people feel heartbroken. Her forehead was noble and her face was as if it was passing by the sky. The human carving is just like a carving, with perfect curves, appropriate proportions, and with the slender and slender neck lines, it is almost impeccable. She is like a fairy who is as beautiful as a valley orchid, combining beauty, elegance, nobility and gentleness. Even if she is wearing a man's clothes at this moment, it does not damage her extraordinary charm at all, as if a bright moon breaks out from the clouds and suddenly illuminates the dim hall. Everyone is shocked by her stunning face, and only knows how to look at her pretty face. Some people don't even know that they are drooling all over the floor.

Tang Bowen said sadly: "Yan'er, why are you so stupid? All of these people want your life. Wouldn't you fall into the trap if you do this?" Judging from the current situation, Li Yan'er's true appearance has been revealed, and there is only a way out.

Li Yan'er smiled sadly and said, "Bowen, do you think I can make up my mind and watch you suffer all kinds of tortures? The person they want to kill is me, just die, I can't implicate you anymore." She and her husband were deeply in love. Seeing his body being destroyed by someone, she felt as sad as if he was cut by a knife. Anyway, after all, she just died, so she showed up on her own initiative, hoping to make her husband suffer less pain.

Tang Bowen looked at her sad face and felt very sad, and blamed herself: "Yan'er, it's all useless and I can't protect you. I..."

Li Yan'er interrupted him softly and said, "Bowen, don't say anything! If you were not guarding me by my side, I would have been defeated by someone to the underworld thirteen years ago, and my soul would be vague. I remember how much hardships and sins you have suffered for me over the years, but unfortunately I can't repay you. Bowen, you are the best person to me in this world. If there is still an afterlife, I hope to be your wife and never be separated!"

Tang Bowen's eyes were filled with tears, knowing that this was his wife's last confession before saying goodbye. Maybe the next moment, they would be farewell to life and death. At this moment, all kinds of warm and charming past flashed in his mind. He felt that thousands of words were blocked in his chest, and he wanted to jump out of the narrow passage. He subconsciously opened his mouth wide, his laryngeal muscles twitched, but he couldn't say anything. Realizing that he wanted to lose his beloved forever, an inexplicable panic filled his whole body, making his limbs cold and his marrow stiff. The tears flowed out uncontrollably, bitter and astringent, heartbreaking.

Suddenly, the wind was heard, and a figure flew into the hall from a rainy night, and staggered and almost fell down after landing. He barely supported himself with one hand and stood up. It was the elderly detective who had just been holding Li'er and sneaked away. He saw that he was covered in blood and had a few black feathered arrows stuck behind him. Li'er was held tightly in his arms, with a pale face and no injuries.

Li Yan'er's heart sank into the bottomless abyss. She thought her daughter could escape by chance, but she was sent back here again. She was shocked and said, "Uncle Zeng, what's going on?" She could die for love, but how could she bear to watch her daughter die together? She would rather die a hundred times as long as her daughter is safe and sound.

Uncle Zeng was the only guard Li Yan'er survived to this day. He was loyal to his master and gently pushed Li'er away. His lips opened slightly, and a stream of blood immediately poured out. He said with difficulty: "Master, I was intercepted by the troops from Nufeng Village halfway, and I failed to break through the siege many times, so I had to return to this place. Master, the enemy has been chased, hurry up, hurry up... escape!" His arm softened and hit the ground with a bang. He suffered many fatal injuries, and he could not bear it with one breath. At this time, he could no longer resist the summoning of the god of death, and his servant died. Li'er's mouth flattened and she burst into tears.

Everyone was shocked when they heard Uncle Zeng's words before his death. The people of Nufeng Village turned back so quickly! Everyone knew in their hearts that since the people of Nufeng Village dared to make a comeback and restart the battle, they must have received strong support and were sure to win this battle. Everyone has seen the bravery and strength of the Nufeng soldiers. Except for the Zuo brothers, Yuzhe was nervous and sweating profusely.

Tang Bowen and his wife were surrounded by everyone and could not act rashly. Looking at their lonely crying daughter, they felt heartbroken, anxious and worried, and they wished they could grow a pair of wings. Hu Xiaomao plucked up the courage to run to Li'er and grabbed her little hand, "Li'er, the bad guy is coming to do bad things, okay let's hide first?" Li'er stopped crying when she saw him and said obediently: "Okay!" Hu Xiaomao hurriedly pulled her to the side.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a few loud rumbling sounds, and the walls on both sides of the main entrance of the ancestral hall were bombarded with heavy weapons, and countless cracks spread on the walls. Then another round of heavy weapons bombardment, mud and stones flew, and the entire wall collapsed. Everyone stared at the ancestral hall and saw dozens of Turgling Wind Armored soldiers standing outside the ancestral hall. Two rows of iron bows in front were aimed at the hall with a flash of cold arrows. The action of Turgling Wind Village was very fast and silent, contrary to the grand momentum of the previous time, it seemed mysterious and even more terrifying.

Liu Sanba returned, one eye had been bandaged with white cloth, and the remaining one-eye flashed with a vicious and cold light. He stood shoulder to shoulder with another man in black-armored black-armored guns, respectfully standing behind a man in red-armored black. The man in red-armored black was tall and burly, with his eyes as a bottomless abyss, flashing with a cold black light, full of bloody smell, like a demon general who had come out of hell. Although he was just standing there quietly, the momentum and murderous aura emitted by his body could make people dozens of feet shudder. A long red knife was inserted behind his shoulder. Before the blood knife came out, the sword energy had already soared into the sky.

"Don't Qiu!" Mo Tianfeng exclaimed in a low voice. The ugly faces of everyone were as ugly as possible. The thing that he didn't want to see the least happened. Qiu Buxin personally led the team to take revenge. Who can resist the people present?

Hu Xiaomao secretly complained in his heart that he still remembered the Qinglong ambush Yi Hui. He knew the power of the arrows at once, not to mention that the other party was a well-trained roaring soldier! His eyes swept, there was no obscurity in the hall, and only the eight red painted cylinders supporting the beams could be used. He immediately pulled Li'er to the nearest cylinder.

Before the others in the hall could react, they heard Qiu Buxin shouting angrily: "Shoot!" In the moment, the bowstring suddenly sounded, and the iron arrows were shot at the same time, whizzing like a meteor rushing towards the moon, causing a strong sound of breaking air, and shot indiscriminately.

Everyone was caught off guard and did not expect that the other party would not even say a word on the scene. As soon as they met, they started killing themselves. Those who knew martial arts immediately waved their weapons to block the sharp arrows, and those who did not know martial arts quickly fled.

Hu Xiaomao and Li'er were short and became an advantage at this time. The sharp arrows were often swept over their heads, extremely thrilling. Fortunately, they saw the opportunity quickly and ran behind the red paint cylinder in three or five steps, hugging them tightly. The cylinder was very wide in diameter and could completely block their bodies. The sound of wind was heard, like a sharp arrow from a locust shot onto the cylinder. The "snatching" sound seemed to be the god of death knocking on the door. The sharp arrows kept shooting, and the merchants kept screaming, blood was splattering, and they were shot like hedgehogs, one by one. Hu Xiaomao covered Li'er's ears with both hands to prevent her from hearing this terrifying sound. Li'er buried her head in his arms, frightened to tremble with her hands and feet, and did not dare to look up.

The Rioting Armored Soldiers used the real strong bow and iron arrows on the battlefield. The arrows were particularly sharp, and the user's arm strength was extremely powerful. After the long arrows left the string, they were extremely lethal. No matter how fast the legs and feet were, they were not as fast as sharp arrows. In just a blink of an eye, there were dead bodies everywhere in the hall, blood flowing into a river. Strong enemies came, and the Zuo brothers, Dongfang Changhe and others were important to save their lives. Let Li Yan'er be let go for the time being and join forces to block the sharp arrows. They were already gathered together and were masters with superb internal skills, and could barely block the arrow rain attack of Rioting Village. Tang Bowen and his wife were surrounded by everyone, and they were lucky in disguise. They did not have to bother to block the chaos arrows, but they were not in danger of their lives.

The swordsman sitting alone heard the sound of arrows shooting, and rose up. He took a step forward and turned around. He saw three feather arrows shooting in his chest. The sword in his hand was scattered in half circle. A very soft energy surged out, which eliminated the force of the sharp arrows. With a light sound, he sucked the three feather arrows firmly on the scabbard. The arrow fell like rain, and he seemed to be painting, and he lightly blocked all the feather arrows shot in front of him. What's strange is that every arrow was sucked by him with internal force. After a while, dozens of feather arrows had been absorbed on the scabbard, dancing like a black shield. Although the weight on the sword increased several times, his swaying posture was still relaxed and elegant, without any force, and the sword style was tight and without any leakage.

Hu Xiaomao's back was facing the gate, and he saw this strange scene, and his eyes widened in surprise. The swordsman was in the corner, and was far behind Dongfang Changhe and other places, so only Hu Xiaomao saw his magical skills. No matter what happened in the hall, he had never done anything amazing. When he was out of the matter, Hu Xiaomao had almost forgotten him. Only then did he realize that he was a hidden master.

The swordsman's face, thick eyebrows and high nose, his eyes are as bright as silver stars, and his eyes are as bright as a silver star. He is very masculine from a distance, with medium figure and strong limbs. Every move is just right, as continuous and smooth as a flowing cloud, secretly in line with the principles of heaven and earth. At first glance, he is not the kind of dazzling figure, but he seems to have an indescribable charm that can naturally impress people. He suddenly shook his wrist, and the feather arrows attached to the scabbard exploded at the same time, all shot at the raging wind armor outside the wall, which was faster than the strong bow.

Two waves of arrow rain collided in mid-air, falling to the ground, but most of the feather arrows flew out of the wall. Qiu Buxin's face suddenly changed and he roared: "Be careful!" As soon as he finished speaking, the feather arrows had shot back. The archers saw that the feather arrows they shot were shot backwards, and they waved their bows in horror. They heard the sound of the bow string breaking, the sound of sharp arrows breaking armor, and screams crossed. More than 20 people were shot on the spot, with heavy casualties. The surviving archers no longer had any power, and stopped their bows and watched each other, looking at each other.

The swordsman did not make a sound, and he made a big splash. Before the sword was unsheathed, he knocked down one-third of the raging wind armored soldiers, greatly destroying the opponent's majesty.

The arrow rain stopped, and Dongfang Changhe and others stopped. Seeing the raging wind armored soldiers lying in a pool of blood, they couldn't help but feel surprised. The raging wind armored soldiers' strong bows and iron arrows were indeed powerful, which had already shocked their arms. If the unknown swordsman did not take action, they would probably be injured under the arrows. At this time, they were unexpectedly rescued by others, and everyone felt lucky. The swordsman's Thundering method was rare in the world, and he was definitely the top figure in the martial arts world. With such a backer, he could fight to the death with the raging wind village.

Qiu Buxin didn't expect to get into such a difficult person. He was careless for a moment and lost many brothers. He was angry and looked at the swordsman coldly. The two of them collided in the air, as if invisible swords were fighting fiercely, and endless pressure immediately filled the hall. One was like a hell demon general, with amazing murderous intentions, and the other was like a deep sea and lake, unpredictable and profound. The blood sword black sword trembled at the same time, and the strange roars were from low to high, beating everyone's hearts.
Chapter completed!