Without Li Xuan's involvement, Zhou Wei and his entourage really went fast. In just five days, I was about to reach the border of Liangzhou, and then to the south, it was the Yangzhou area.

Compared with the bitter cold of Liangzhou, Nangong Ao felt that the wind blowing from Yangzhou was warm.

Although I have encountered several waves of gangs that have participated in the secret collection of the overlord, there are Nangong Ao, the killing god, and Mo Xiaozuo's Ying Long Gun, the road is relatively smooth.

However, in addition to Zhou Wei's uneasiness because he was worried about Li Xuan's comfort, there was another person who was also in a very unbeautiful mood.

In the past, when Li Xuan was there, he could also accompany her to shake her mouth and talk and laugh. Now that Brother Xuan is gone, Mo Xiaoyou suddenly feels that there is a lot less fun in the world.

My brother's mind is on Zhou Wei all day long, and he lacks even the interest to look at himself, where will he have time to talk to himself.

And since the last bloodline upgrade, Nangong Ao seemed to have become a martial idiot, immersed in the exquisite swordsmanship taught to him by Li Xuan all day long. Except for when he kills, he will become a vivid person, and the rest of the time, he will either sit motionless, and the sword aura on his side will overflow. Or maybe it's just practicing boxing in the open space of the camp, as if completely isolated from the world.

And the gray-haired old man only knew how to tinker with some bottles and cans all day long, and boil some unpleasant medicinal juice for Zhou Wei to drink.

To be honest, she couldn't stand it even if she smelled those medicinal juices, let alone drank them, and sometimes she felt that Zhou Wei was really pitiful.

On this day, the weather was wonderful.

The sun is shining on the body, warm, if it weren't for the cold wind, people can't imagine that it is still winter.

Mo Xiaoyou walked out of the carriage and sat next to his brother, looking into the distance with his hands on his cheeks, his little face was about to wrinkle into a bun.

"Mo Xiaozuo, can you talk to me, I'm dying, when will I come to the end." Mo Xiaoyou said pitifully.

Mo Xiaozuo tilted his head to look at his sister, and suddenly realized that he was only thinking about Zhou Wei's injury in his heart during this time, but he ignored his sister's feelings.

The eldest brother is the father, and the father is not around, so he can only take care of her by himself, after all, she is still a child.

Mo Xiaoyou stretched out his hand and rubbed Mo Xiaozuo's little head dotingly, causing Mo Xiaozuo to protest strongly, but he couldn't break free from his brother's clutches.

"Xiaoyou, it's my brother who is not good during this time, and I don't care about your feelings. Come on, whatever you want to say, my brother will accompany you. Mo Xiaozuo rarely smiled, and at that moment, Mo Xiaoyou felt that his eyes were not dazzling.

"Brother, you are almost as good-looking as Brother Xuan when you laugh. ”

Mo Xiaozuo's smile froze on his face, what does it mean to be as good-looking as your brother Xuan, that is to say, I am not as good as him.

Is this still my own sister? Can you still have a pleasant chat?

Just when Mo Xiaoyou was a little embarrassed, more than a dozen horses galloped over from a distance, and the momentum was definitely not just an ordinary wandering horse thief.

"Go to the carriage. This time, Mo Xiaozuo's words were full of unquestionable firmness, and Mo Xiaoyou rarely saw his brother be so serious.

She obediently walked into the carriage, but her little head crept against the gap in the roller shutter to peek outside.

The carriage in front slowed down and slowly stopped, and Nangong Ao stood up and looked at the galloping horses in front of him.

In front of this group of knights, there was a large horse with two people lying in wait. The man sitting in front was covered in blood, obviously very badly injured, and he had to rely on the man behind him to hold him so that he did not fall off the horse.

The injury of the person in the back was slightly better than that of the person in front, and it was only with a long breath of vitality that he had survived here, otherwise he would have been a prisoner of others a hundred miles away.

It's just that the old monster they met is too strong.

Although the two of them rode Beiliang's military horse, after all, with the weight of the two people, the big horse was already foaming at the mouth, and it seemed that it was difficult to last.

Sixteen horsemen followed, and they were unhurried and always maintained a distance of about 100 meters.

The knights on the horses were all in black armor, and their whole bodies were wrapped in rich black, and they moved up and down with the horses galloping, looking light and fluttering like flying feathers without a trace of weight, which shows their superb riding skills and solid kung fu.

"Senior Brother Pan, it seems that this is the place where the bones of the two of us are buried. Yan Liuyun said with emotion.

Pan Chu's eyes were already stuck with sticky blood, and when he heard Yan Liuyun's emotion at this time, he laughed and said, "Senior Brother Yan, you throw me down and remember to avenge me." ”

After saying that, he didn't know where the strength came from, he broke free of Yan Liuyun's embrace and rolled off the galloping horse.

Yan Liuyun hurriedly grabbed the reins and stopped. Shaking his head helplessly, he said with a wry smile: "I really can't stand you." ”

After speaking, he turned over and dismounted, and walked to Pan Chu's side.

"Senior Brother Yan, why are you so stubborn, there is no point in doing this, even if we die in the sect, we don't know what happened, you ......" Pan Chu saw Yan Liuyun walking to his side, and immediately said in a hurry.

"I've already stopped, so what else can I do?" Yan Liuyun interrupted Pan Chu's words with a smile.

"You...... You...... , you really have a kind. Okay, if you want to die, let's die together, it's a big deal that I'll be a good man again in eighteen years, but it's a pity that I don't have the strength to raise a sword, otherwise I will definitely kill a few dog thieves. ”

The dozen or so horsemen who came slowly had already surrounded them in a fan shape, dismounted one after another, and showed off their weapons.

It is the iconic weapon of the Heavenly Hades Palace, the Moon Shadow Cold Knife.

The identity of this group is already being revealed.

"I actually admire the will of the two of you, and being able to escape from the hands of Elder Wu is already a great thing. What's more, after being so badly wounded, the two of you were able to escape so far and kill so many of my brothers, if it weren't for my duty, I would definitely make two friends. It's just a pity that you ......," said one of the leader-looking men.

But he was soon interrupted by Pan Chu, "If you want to fight and kill, the movements are a little numb, you talk so much nonsense, I am about to fall asleep." ”

The man stopped, and said with a smile: "The two are the descendants of Luo Tianzong, they are worth a lot of money, and they will definitely not be killed, but the pain of flesh and skin is indispensable at all times, I only hope that when the time comes, you will not ask for mercy." The leader said leisurely.

The aura on Yan Liuyun's body was already very weak, but at this time, a sword stabbed out, giving people the feeling that the heavens and the earth were open.

The leader obviously didn't expect that this person was so seriously injured, and there was such a sharp sword intent gushing out.

Immediately accepted the heart of contempt, the long knife in his hand came out, the sword qi rolled down, the qi was surging and rushing, and it seemed that at least it was the strength of the first-class peak.

Although it was a few hundred meters away, Nangong Ao still felt the sword intent, just like Gu Song standing proudly on a cliff, lonely and high above the clouds.

He had a familiar feeling, once upon a time, when Li Xuan taught him swordsmanship, he also used a similar sharp sword intent.

Then he felt a cold and solemn knife intent, pure and condensed, and the person who used this knife had obviously entered the room.

Nangong was proud to see that he was happy, and he wanted to try the sword path he had comprehended during this time, but considering Zhou Wei's situation, he was depressed for a while, and felt that more things were better than less things, so he wanted to drive in another direction.

However, sometimes if you don't get into trouble, things will often find you.

Just when Nangong Ao turned the horse's head, several people in the Heavenly Hades Palace had already outflanked him.