The two children looked up and saw that under the starry sky, the six black-robed Mongolian men turned over and dismounted one after another, and walked towards this direction. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Apparently, they finally discovered this shallow pit in this grassland.

In this regard, the two children were completely helpless, and could only watch blankly as the six black-robed men approached the pit step by step.

When they came to the mouth of the pit, they saw a man lying at the bottom of the pit with a calm face, and the six of them were immediately overjoyed, and when they saw two children standing on the side, they were all surprised.

But strange to strange, the six black-robed Mongolian people didn't pay attention to the two children, jumped down to the bottom of the pit, and laughed and said something to the man at the bottom of the pit in Mongolian language that the two children couldn't understand.

Although they couldn't understand it, the two children could tell from the frivolous and provocative demeanor of the six black-robed people that they would never say anything good.

The seriously wounded man ignored the six men, and his half-open eyes were closed when the six went down to the bottom of the pit. Although he ignored people, there was a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

The six black-robed men saw that no matter what they said, the man just closed his eyes and ignored a word. The black-robed Meng was so angry that he shouted, and without saying a word, he raised the horsewhip in his hand and whipped it at the man who was lying down.

This whip went down, impartially hitting the wound on the man's shoulder. The wound had not been bandaged properly, and there had been blood dripping outward, and at this moment, a whip was drawn, and a large mouth suddenly opened, and red blood poured out.

The man's brows furrowed in pain, but he gritted his teeth and didn't squeak, his eyes were still tightly closed, and he didn't look at the black robe.

Seeing this, the black-robed man who wielded the whip was extremely angry, roared, and whipped the man's head again.

This whip was extremely vigorous, and a long bloody mouth opened on the man's forehead, and even the horse whip in the hands of the black-robed Mengren was stained purple and red with blood. The whip was thrown against the pit wall by inertia, and in an instant the dirt on the wall was stained red.

But with this whip, not only did the man in the sitting not scream, he didn't even frown, his eyes were still tightly closed, as if he was in a fixed position.

The black-robed people were furious, and their ruthlessness was even greater. The horsewhip in his hand fell like raindrops, dissolving dazzling blood marks all over the man's body. After another moment, the blood stains flowed out of the red blood, plus the man's wound that had been bleeding out before. At this moment, he has completely become a bloody man.

And with the whip waving up and down, the dirt around the man was also dyed red as if it had rained blood.

But even so, the man still sat still, motionless, as if the whip had been drawn on him, not beating him, but just flicking the dust off his body.

The two children watched with their mouths wide open, suspecting that the man had been whipped to death.

But the man didn't die, he definitely didn't die.

Because the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, the smile with deep contempt and mockery had always been so distinct.

It was so exciting that when the black-robed man waved his horsewhip vigorously, he couldn't stop screaming.

The two children on the side were completely stunned by this tragic scene.

saw another whip come down, and the man's already red body shook, suddenly leaned to the left, and fell straight to the ground.

But the black-robed Mengren still didn't stop waving the whip in his hand. I saw that his eyes were glaring angrily, his teeth were clenched, his white face was red with anger, and even the beard on his cheeks was raised high.

His mouth was still scolding viciously.

And the horsewhip, which had been dyed crimson, was still falling one after another.

The two children watched from the sidelines, and their hearts were really depressed, what kind of hatred did this bloody man and this black-robed Mongolian man have, and they were so poisoned.

turned his head to look at the other five black-robed Mengren, but they all just stood aside and watched quietly, and no one said a word about it.

Liu Shuangli couldn't help it, and he didn't care that the man had wanted to take her life before, so he suddenly jumped up and reached out to grab the whip that was raised again.

The black-robed people were full of anger, but he didn't expect anyone to dare to stop him, the whip was suddenly grabbed by Liu Shuangli, and he was stunned, and he hurriedly pulled it back, but he didn't want him to pull it back.

The black-robed man with the whip shouted angrily at Liu Shuangli.

But Liu Shuangli couldn't understand what the black-robed Mengren was calling, and he didn't reply. She grabbed the whip tightly, and secretly used the mental method of Izumo Tianmen to 'chase the wind and turn darkly', and when the black-robed people were still caught off guard, she pulled the whip back into her hands.

The black-robed Mengren was taken away from his horsewhip, and his heart was shocked, but when he saw that the person who drew his horsewhip was only a thin child of thirteen or fourteen years old, he was not afraid. With a shout, he flew towards Liu Shuangli.

Liu Shuangli grabbed the horsewhip a little away, and jumped upward, dodging the black-robed Mengren's grasp. As soon as the strength of the same hand was retracted, the whip flung back to her other hand like a long snake swinging its tail. Liu Shuangli reached out again and grabbed the handle of the horsewhip.

The black-robed Mengren pounced, turned around with a roar, and swept towards Liu Shuang's body.

Liu Shuangli didn't dodge, the horsewhip in his hand waved downward, and he rolled up the little feet that the black-robed Mengren swept towards her, and then lifted it up, only to hear a muffled sound of 'pop', but it was the black-robed Mengren who was knocked to the ground by the horsewhip that was rolled back. It hurt so much that he couldn't stop screaming.

When the other five black-robed Mongolian people saw this, they were immediately shocked, and immediately two of them rushed forward and helped the black-robed Mongolian man who had been thrown down.

As soon as the black-robed Mengren who fell to the ground was helped up, he blushed angrily, pointed to the two children, and shouted twice at the other five black-robed Mengren.

This time, even if they didn't understand, they didn't have to guess, and the two children understood at a glance that the black-robed Mongolian man who had been thrown down was giving an order to his companion to take down the two of them immediately.

Qin Siyang immediately rushed towards Liu Shuangli with an arrow step, grabbed her hand, and jumped to the top of the pit.

But the boy moved fast, and the five Mengren were not slow. The horsewhip in his hand was swept out together, and the two children were immediately stopped from jumping upward.

With the flick of the horsewhip, the five black-robed Mongolian men pulled out the big knives at their waists at the same time and slashed at the two children in three directions.

Three sides were cut down, but the remaining side was a pit wall, and there was no way back.

Seeing that he was about to die here, Liu Shuangli hurriedly swung out the horsewhip in his hand, drew a long arc, and rolled towards the five big knives that were slashing at him.

The big knife is fierce, and although Liu Shuangli has enough internal force when he swings the whip, he is still inferior to the strength of the big knife.

After only hearing a few 'swish' sounds, Liu Shuangli had just arrived at the horsewhip that was pressed by the Mongolian people, and he was instantly cut into several pieces.

Although the horsewhip was blown off, it also stopped the momentum of the five broadswords falling for a while.

Liu Shuangli suddenly reflexively, tore off the package tied behind him with one hand, and then shook the torn package upward. The oilcloth wrapped in it and the few pieces of clothing wrapped in it were cut by the big knife that had been cut off, but the Moon Ming Sword wrapped in the innermost layer was also cut out at the same time.

Being blocked by Liu Shuangli so slowly, the boy Qin Siyang also quickly ripped off the package pinned behind him and pulled out the Lu Zijian wrapped in the bag.

The black-robed Mengren didn't want these two skinny-looking children to have skills and two swords on their bodies.

They all froze for a moment and forgot to attack.

It's not that they can't see that children have some skills and weapons in their hands.

If you want to say that the man who grew up in Monti, when he could walk, he would cut with a knife and shoot with a bow.

What made these Mongolian people suddenly stop their movements was the sword in the hands of the two children.

To be exact, it was the sword that Qin Siyang drew out later.

The two swords were unsheathed, and Liu Shuangli returned one in his hand, although it was also precious, it was also a weapon that could be found by many warriors.

However, the one in Qin Siyang's hand was surprisingly strange at first sight. But seeing that the scabbard was pitch black, like discarded pig iron, it was not eye-catching. The sword body was unsheathed, bent like an eyebrow moon being pulled half-straight, and the blue light was faint but like a little light from the bottomless cracks in the ground.

Weird and unassuming, faint and only a little light, like ordinary but really extraordinary.

Lu ...... Lu Zijian?" The one who was surprised was the man who was lying on the ground, already a bloody man, and the words he spit out seemed to be pure Chinese.

When the black-robed man who whipped the person heard this, his eyes widened: "This is Lu Zijian?" This person can also understand Chinese.

The man who had become a bloody man raised his hand with difficulty, pointed at Qin Siyang, and muttered, "You...... You and Han Hou of Xuanhua are ...... What's the relationship?"

Qin Siyang didn't want to be recognized as soon as he pulled out his sword, and pointed out Han Hou of Xuanhua, and couldn't help but be surprised. Staring at the bloody man, he replied coldly, "It's okay. ”

"No...... Impossible, Lu ...... Lu Zijian is a Xuanhua ...... The family heirloom sword on the Xuanhua Hanhou Mansion is not ...... It is impossible to give an outside ...... Alien. The man in the pool of blood said with difficulty.

"I said it's okay, it's okay, you don't have to be wordy. Qin Siyang gritted his teeth and said.

The man who had become a bloody man, but his eyes were like torches, staring at Qin Siyang without blinking: "You...... Who are you?"

Qin Siyang didn't answer, and with a sudden swing of the Lu Zi sword in his hand, he saw that the sword body, which was still only shining with the dark light of the ground, was instantly as bright as lightning in the night sky, burning people's eyes. I only heard the sound of 'poof', which was as stuffy as a fine spring gushing out of the ground, and the two Mengren, who were still dazzling, broke into two with the big knife in their hands.

At the same time as the big knife was broken, the man, who had become a bloody man, suddenly lowered his eyes like torches. It was as if he had suddenly lost his sight, and all the brilliance in front of him instantly turned to ashes in his eyes.

There was another loud roar, but it was the black-robed Mongolian man who whipped people with a poisonous hand.

But seeing him jump up suddenly, the bright and flickering big knife was already in his hand at some point, and it slashed straight towards Qin Siyang.

His sudden jump this time was no longer as careless and slow as when he was whipped by Liu Shuangli before, and the speed and fierceness of his momentum were completely inevitable. (To be continued.) )