The beggars sprinted with their legs, perhaps never running so desperately for themselves in their entire lives.,Those who guard for too long will inevitably lose. Constantly, water snakes would attack Zuo Guanglie, carving wounds onto his body and leaving trails of blood. At most, Zuo Guanglie would grunt in pain, waving his flaming sword with one hand, repelling the water snakes that attacked his vital points.,The flaming robe burns, the long hair burns, the eyebrows burn, the flesh and blood burn, the soul...burns!。