510 Killers!

Shangguan Wurong would not leave her friends, and Li Banxia would not watch her friends die to save her.

At the critical moment, Li Banxia had an idea, "Wurong-" said that it was too late, it was fast, Li Banxia took out a red medicine bottle from his arms, and those who were careful would definitely find that this medicine bottle was the one taken out in Xiaoyao Peak, and the gas emitted from this bottle could not be resisted even by a master such as Rong Hui.

There is a good tacit understanding between Shangguan Wurong and Li Banxia, and this call, as well as the things in her hand, made Shangguan Wurong realize it in an instant.

Li Banxia unscrewed the cap of the bottle, Shangguan Wurong slapped three palms one after another, and quickly retreated with the force of his palms, covering his mouth and nose with one hand, and attacking the medicine bottle in Li Banxia's hand with the other. The furiously whistling, internal force-filled sleeves raised a huge strong wind, rolled up dark green gas, and threw it towards the field. In the direction in which the gas flowed, the weapons suddenly fell to the ground, and one by one they fell to their knees, stroking their chests and retching.

This move is really beautiful, and the action is like flowing water, all in one go. Only Shangguan Wurong's ability to adapt and his superb skills can complete this series of actions before the Saintess in Red and her men react.

The Holy Maiden in Red deserves to be the Holy Maiden of the Cardinalism and holds the second position. When Shangguan Wurong flew over, he expected her movements. He retreated at lightning speed, holding his breath in time, so he was luckier than the others and didn't inhale much. Even so, it's just that the medicinal properties of Li Banxia's bottle of medicine are too strong, and the medicinal properties are 2.5 to 2.6 times higher than when they were on the mountain. It's simply not something a normal person can afford. No matter how sensitive the reaction of the red-clothed saint is, no matter how advanced her kung fu is. I couldn't help but bruise and breathe shortly. The smell of retching welled up.

What exactly does this smell like? How can there be such a bad smell in this world, real or fake?

Oh, my God! Kill me, gag-

For a while, such a wail came out of everyone's hearts. Before, in their eyes, the saint was the person who scared them the most. If they are asked to answer now, then this person will become Li Banxia.

I can't see that the person who is delicate and weak, and can't even do a little three-legged cat kung fu, actually has such a terrifying killing weapon hidden on his body.

"Damn. Dare to poison and hand over the antidote! A man who seemed to be the third leader of the Cardinal Sect stood up tremblingly with his chest and said to Li Banxia with a fierce look. If this face is placed in normal times, it really has a frightening effect. It's just that it's like a hideous bitter gourd at this moment, and it doesn't look scary at all.

The red-clothed saintess who had just suddenly killed the killer calmed down at this moment. Looking back, he stared at Li Banxia coldly, his eyes were full of scrutiny, like an ice blade. hit Li Banxia, there was a feeling like a thorn in the back.

"You're who they say they say they are." Not a question, but an affirmation.

This sentence has no beginning and no end, but Li Banxia understands it strangely. She knew she was referring to Cassia Zhang's illness. Before going to her people to tell them, they had said that if they did it well, they could cure the illness of the Jade Flute Boy.

It seems that this girl. cares more about Brother Zhang than they imagined. It's just that why did she suddenly make a move? Li Banxia still didn't understand. She just said something wrong, why did she attract so much murderous intent. I couldn't help but shoot before I even figured out the truth of their words.

"Yes." Li Banxia glanced at her and nodded.

"Do you really have that much ability?" Her face was full of disbelief, because no one knew how many ways she had thought of for Zhang Cianming's illness, and how many so-called famous doctors had put knives on their necks. Even, she even used the most forbidden methods for martial arts practitioners, just to be able to save even one more day of his life.

Zhang Cianming was already unconscious, and in order to prevent him from dying, she broke into the thousand-year-old cold pool containing snow-capped mountains alone, grabbed the soul return grass, and fed him to take it. Then he was frozen in the ice coffin under the Red Cloth Sect, originally thinking that he had no hope in this life, and he would accompany him like this for the rest of his life. Unexpectedly, at this time, someone came to tell her that she could save him.

At that moment, she didn't know how excited she was, this was the second time she had such an emotional emotion. The first time was when I met him in Qiankun Mountain.

He must not have remembered that there was a civil strife in the sect, and Elder Situ and Elder Changhu intended to plot against the brothers in the sect, but she learned in advance, and when she decided to impose canons on the two elders, she accidentally fell into their plot.

The body was highly poisonous, his skills were sealed, and he threw a smoke bomb with his last breath and got a short chance to escape. She hid all the way, while exercising to detoxify. Those two rebels, wait for her to reply, see if she doesn't go back to take their dog's life!

The poison is so bad, and the more you exercise, the more serious the internal injuries will be. The pursuers were coming, and although she hated them in her heart, she also had to hate the situation in front of her, and in the end, she was even more poisonous and kept vomiting blood.

At the critical moment, a turquoise and transparent jade flute appeared in her sight, and then her eyes went black and she fell into a fainting.

In the moments before she fainted, she felt her body gently picked up, and instinctively wanted to struggle, but the man frowned and sighed softly. Touched her back with his hand and gave her true qi to protect her heart. In that soft sigh, she heard the concern that came from him, the unspeakable concern of one stranger for another. The last trace of struggle was gone, and he lost consciousness completely.

The knife licks the blood, although she is only twenty years old, because of her identity, she has faced all kinds of hunting and assassination since she was born. Whether it is from inside or outside the church, every day is killing, countless bloodshed. In such an environment, he has refined a cold-blooded temperament. But I never thought that one day I would be cared for and cared for by someone else, or a stranger.

He took her back to the mountain, where an old man with a white beard detoxified him, and there was no one else on the mountain, and he was the one who took care of her. He fed her medicine, bandaged her injuries, and sometimes when the sun came out of the mountains, he would carry her out to bask in the sun.

In those days, she suffered great pain all the time, but she felt happiness that she had never felt before. She wasn't used to being approached, perhaps because the notion that everyone around her was dangerous, and she would be wary of anyone who dared to approach her, sometimes even drawing her sword outright. But for this person, everything seems to be the most reasonable existence, so natural, so habitual. It's like they've known each other since their last life, and often do so.

When a woman mentions her previous life, she becomes hypocritical, she has always thought that she has nothing to do with these three fleshy words, but now it seems that ......

It took her injuries to recover for nearly a month, and this was because the white-bearded old man's medical skills were indeed superb and he had an antidote to poison, otherwise she would have been more than lucky this time.

In the days when her illness was improving, he left the mountain, and heard the old man with the white beard say that his friend was in danger and needed his help.

During that time, for the first time, she felt what it was like to be lost, missing, and hopefully wearing autumn water, a word that had absolutely nothing to do with her before.

Until she left the mountain, she never saw the Jade Flute again. She returned to the church and purged the rebellion in the church with the most swift time and the most severe means.

It was at this time that she learned more about the Jade Flute Prince. When you care about a person, you will find that more and more people always mention him in your ears when you are intentional or unintentional, talking about the name of the third son of martial arts, talking about his chivalrous name, and talking about his troubled and legendary life.

Someone must have mentioned him before, such as being in a certain tea house, for example, at a meeting held by a lively so-called martial arts person, she mixed in in various capacities, and always heard a lot of news about them. It's just that I didn't care about this person at first, even if I heard it, I didn't take it to heart.

It was this time that she began to discover how frantically she wanted to hear from someone, to follow everything about him, to know where he was and what he was doing.

One of the questions she thinks about the most these days is whether they will see each other again, and whether they will recognize her as a person.

But she thought, she didn't recognize it.

Because of the Cardinal Holy Maiden, she doesn't even remember her face.

The people in the sect only know that she is very skilled, but they don't know that her most exquisite skills are her hands, which can make all kinds of delicate human skin masks.

Since she was a child, she has relied on this unique skill to escape wave after wave of pursuit. When others were still lying on their parents' backs and being coquettish, she had to hide around with a face that didn't belong to her, sleeping in the open, and being precarious.

Because of this, his unique skills are becoming more and more sophisticated and skilled. People who know her well gave her a more appropriate name, the Holy Maiden of Qianqiao.

Later, whether she was in front of or behind people, she was used to wearing a face that did not belong to her. In her heart, she doesn't trust anyone, and she refuses to show her true face to anyone. Because she had a feeling that if the secret of her face was discovered, she would die.

However, she is now regretting that she wants to show that person the truest face. No matter how bad things she has been through, she still wants to get along with him as she really is, the cardinal saint Spoon Shadow.

Sure enough, when they met again, he no longer remembered the woman who was highly poisoned and couldn't take care of her clothes when he was rescued in Qiankun Mountain.

Her delicate hands were her greatest killer weapon, but they became an invisible obstacle between her and him, and this obstacle could not be overcome. (To be continued......)