The ancient road, the west wind, the thin horse, the sunset is setting.

The southwest of the royal capital, on the official road, a horse and a broken car, squeak.

The horse is a thin horse, foaming at the mouth and being rough and angry.

The man was an old man, with a gray beard, sitting half-bent on the chariot, his frail body swaying from side to side with the carriage, and one feared that he would fall to the ground at the slightest gust of wind.

Du Xuan and Yu'er were in the carriage at this time.

A few days ago, Du Xuan was carried out of the palace by Yu'er at night, and was ambushed by a swordsman outside the palace, but fortunately, the man who was called by Yu'er to his grandfather arrived in time and rescued the two.

Unexpectedly, his mother was clever and stabbed Du Xuan in the lower abdomen with a sword, but he did not hurt his internal organs in the slightest, and he finally saved his life after being treated urgently by his grandfather, so Du Xuan fell into a coma again.

In order to hide people's eyes, grandpa found a hill, dug a soil pit, pretended to bury Du Xuan, and then hired a carriage to take the southwest of the capital and go to the Benqingyi River.

The canyon in front of you is called Qingfeng Gorge, which is the only passage from the capital to the Tsing Yi River. The canyon is narrow and long, sloping downward, and the cliffs on both sides are high and straight as knives.

Entering the canyon, the carriage slowed down and moved slowly.

Hiss!

The lean horse neighed as it went, and its hooves grasped the ground firmly, leaving two deep marks that stopped the carriage alive.

"What person?" the old man snorted, his hands tightened, and he grabbed the reins of the horse.

In front of the carriage, two black-robed figures stood in the evening twilight.

The black-robed man's robe was attached to the hat, covering most of his face, revealing only the cold eyes of a falcon. The two were armed with scimitars, their finger joints clearly raised, and they were held steadily on the hilt. The hilt is as black as ink, and the blade is cold and shining.

Two black-robed men suddenly appeared like ghosts, blocking their way.

The old man's face sank, and he turned his head to look, as expected, behind the carriage, two black-robed people also suddenly appeared, with the same scimitar in hand, blocking the way of retreat.

"Who?" said the old man again.

"Kill your guys. The cold voice of one of the black-robed men squeezed out of the mask, like a ghost from hell.

"There were injustices in the past, and there are hatreds in the future?"

"Nope. ”

"What do you want?"

"Take people's money and eliminate disasters for others. ”

"Since it is for money, why fight each other, the old man can pay more. ”

"There is a way to steal, the old gentleman should save some saliva. ”

"If you ask who the employer is, you don't think you will say it?"

"Knowingly asked. ”

"Spare the two children in the car, my life is yours. ”

"You're all going to die. ”

"It's a pity. ”

"Oh?"

"If you had just had a little compassion, maybe I would have considered letting you go. It's a pity that you didn't cherish it. ”

Boom!

With that, the old man burst out of the car, broke through the roof at the front of the carriage, and landed firmly on the roof frame, with a long sword already in his hand.

Who would have thought that the old man who was dying just now was like a sudden change of person!

"I won't be able to recognize it when I put on makeup?"

With a cold snort, the four figures in front of and behind them, in a closed circle, rushed towards the carriage, and were only three feet away from the carriage in an instant.

The old man was a little on his tiptoes, his body was vertical, and he flew down, turning into a black shadow, and pounced on the two black-robed people who were attacking head-on.

Poof!

Two cold lights flashed, and the figures of the two black-robed killers rushing forward suddenly stopped.

Plop! Plop!

Before they could make a sound, they fell to the ground.

"You're too slow!"

Before he could speak to the ground, the old man's figure retreated sharply, jumped vertically, crossed the roof of the carriage, and fell sharply behind the carriage, with a horizontal sword in his chest, which could be blocked between the carriage and the two black-robed people behind.

The two black-robed figures who were rushing forward were suddenly stunned, looking at their opponents with shocked faces.

How can it be so fast? From killing a companion in seconds to backing back to block the way, but in just a few breaths, is this still human?

"Now that I'm going to do it, I can consider letting you go, as long as you tell us who the employer is behind it. The old man pointed at the black-robed man and said coldly.

"This ...... Is that true?" one of the men's hands shaking with the knife trembled with his voice, completely losing his fighting spirit.

"Do you still have a choice?"

"Yes......"

Whoosh!

Plop! Plop!

As soon as the black-robed man uttered the first syllable, two sounds of metal breaking through the air whistled, followed by two muffled sounds, and the two black-robed men fell to the ground at the same time, each with a dagger stuck in the back of their necks, the blade was gone, leaving only the black hilt.

In the distance behind the canyon, a white shadow volleyed into the sky, stopped suddenly, and fell in an instant.

Dressed in white, he couldn't afford to hear the wind.

"I didn't expect that one of Mrs. Ji's subordinates also has such good skills. The person who came was a middle-aged man, and he didn't look at the two black-robed corpses in front of him, stared at the old man blocking the carriage like a dead man, and said slowly, "It's a pity that you still have to die, especially the disaster star in the car." ”

"Shangguan Feixue, who can invite a master like you? When did an organization like yours become an accomplice of others?" the old man stared at the man in white, his brows furrowed.

"Eyesight! But accomplices can't be talked about, and they are not driven by anyone when they come down. For the sake of the world, disasters cannot be left. The man in white spoke in a flat tone, stretched out his hand and flashed his sword, pointing at the old man.

"How do you know that this is not a conspiracy?" the old man waved his hand, his sword behind his back, and the front of his robe fluttered, ready to attack.

The sun sets in the west, the valley is silent, and the fallen leaves can be heard.

Two swords faced each other with swords in hand.

Still, then the wind rises.

The wind was very light and soft, and it passed through the canyon, blowing through the white-clothed men like snow-white clothes and flowing hair, and the clothes were fluttering and the hair was dancing. A strand was rolled up from the back of his head and floated up to the front, to the forehead of the man in white.

The man in white didn't blink his eyes, and his hand holding the sword didn't move at all.

Half a sound, the wind stopped, and the hair on his forehead slowly slid down.

The man in white still hadn't blinked, and his hair was about to slide over his eyes.

This is the moment!

The old man's breath suddenly soared, his body stood up, and his green shirt moved without wind, turning into a cloud of shadows and sweeping towards the man in white.

In the blink of an eye, the long sword came with the figure in an instant, and stabbed the peak sword at the man in white.

The timing was just right, the speed was extreme, and the old man was glad to have seized this fleeting opportunity, he knew that he was invincible, and this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was his only hope.

The tip of the sword was less than an inch from the center of the white-clothed man's eyebrows, and the castration was still unabated.

The sword intent came first, and a touch of red appeared on the eyebrows of the man in white, it was blood!

The man in white frowned slightly, and his face was unwavering.

The man in white finally moved, his body suddenly twisted, and he narrowly avoided a sword attack in an incredible posture, his high bun was picked off by the tip of the sword, and a few strands of hair broke and fell.

The man in white was unmoved, did not retreat, and at the moment when the opponent's sword disappeared, his body that was still in the process of twisting sank, bent his knees, bent his elbows, stretched his arms, and stabbed out obliquely with a sword.

Incredible reaction, incredible sword angle!

Poof!