Qing'er's eyes were red, her brain was blank, and a madman slashed indiscriminately with a steel knife, which was also her innate divine power, and she didn't know how long she had been chopping, and her strength and movements had no tendency to slow down.

There was a great pain, and the left side of her face and neck were swept by the tail of the stick, and her head buzzed, and her nose was bleeding.

Qing'er wiped the nosebleed with her left hand, and between breaths, some blood flowed into her mouth, fishy, and a little salty.

The blood was like a good medicine, and Qing'er's brain woke up with a "whoosh", as if she had suddenly woken up from a nightmare. She hurriedly looked around, only to see Leng Feng holding a sword to protect her, and they were surrounded by seven or eight fast catchers.

Qing'er spit out two or three mouthfuls of blood, wiped the nosebleed with the back of her hand, picked up the steel knife in her hand and slashed at the nearest catcher.

The man flashed to the side, and Qing'er was about to withdraw the knife and cut again, but he heard a sudden sound of killing in the distance, followed by a noisy footsteps, coming from far and near.

Qing'er looked around, and there was no shortage of catching fastness around her, and she couldn't get out of her body for a while, and she couldn't help but feel anxious.

At this time, I only heard a chaotic cry around her, and when I looked to the right, there were three or four catchers who had fallen to the ground, she withdrew the knife and was slightly stunned, and she didn't know why for a while, so she heard the voice of the cold wind and shouted:

"Don't move!"

Qing'er instinctively stopped attacking, and before she could figure out what was going on, she was already stopped by the cold wind and rushed out on her back.

I saw him turn around and shake his hand, and seven or eight bamboo leaf darts flew towards the catchers in the moonlight.

Leng Feng carried Qing'er to the wall, he buckled the wall with both hands like a gecko, jumped up the wall with a few vertical jumps, and then tossed onto the roof, galloping away like the wind.

Qing'er only felt the wind whirring in his ears on his back, and when he opened his eyes, he found that they were constantly galloping and enthusiastically on the roof and wall.

She had the experience of running on the roof, and knew how difficult it was to walk on small tiles, but now on the back of the cold wind was completely different, as if they had no weight, and the weight of the two people stepped on the tiles but did not make a sound!

Qing'er was surprised to find that the camera of the martial arts film was being performed on her, although it was not as exaggerated as the movie, it was amazing, but the kung fu of cold wind was undoubtedly a light skill!

Unfortunately, before she could rejoice, she saw that there was another enemy on the ground. At the speed of the cold wind, it can't be the county ya, Qing'er estimates that the entire Liangzhou City must be curfew now, but I am afraid that no matter where I run, I will encounter the enemy!

There are as many as five or six enemies at the moment, and although it doesn't look like a quick catcher who can do light skills, Qing'er sees that they have two archers!

Although she also carried her bow and arrows on her back, she would not run too slowly, and would only drag down the cold wind. And she couldn't shoot a bow and arrows on his back, so anxious that she cried out:

"Be careful, there's a bow down there!"

Before the words fell, she felt that the sky was spinning, and her body turned in a circle, and she subconsciously closed her eyes tightly, only to hear a few screams, and when she opened her eyes again, half of the enemy was lying on the ground.

What a great bamboo dart!

All of Leng Feng's movements were done in one go, and before the people on the ground could get up, he had already galloped out a long way again, leaving them far behind.

Qing'er saw that she got rid of the chasing soldiers and ran farther and farther, so she gradually put her heart down. I couldn't help nodding secretly in my heart, it seems that Leng Feng said that he wanted to save Yun Niang alone, it was really not bragging, he ran on the room with her on his back, and it was like walking on Pingchuan.

I didn't expect to be able to escape my life tonight, but it's a pity for Sun Mutou! Obviously, he had nothing to do with Yun Niang, but he was killed by Lian!

Thinking of this, I felt very guilty, and my eyes instantly filled with tears......

She was thinking wildly on the back of the cold wind, when suddenly the cold wind tilted her body, shook it three times in a row, and fell off the wall violently.

Qing'er's mind was blank, and she subconsciously grabbed and clung to the battlements on the wall. She was originally carried by the cold wind, and her legs were crossed over his body, and it happened that it was the cold wind that was caught between her legs at this time.

Qing'er grabbed the wall with one hand, grabbed one of Leng Feng's legs with one arm, and the two hung in the air.

The most troublesome thing is that the cold wind is head-down at this time!

Qing'er looked down, this wall was not high, but it was more than three meters. In addition, her hands and legs are long, and her feet are less than one meter above the ground, so she can't break if she jumps down directly.

It's just that the cold wind is now head-down, and I don't know where he was injured, so he didn't dare to come hard for a while.

The two of them hung like this for a short while, the cold wind suddenly moved, he struggled to climb Qing'er's body with both arms, and it took a long time to straighten his body, hug Qing'er's body, and motioned for her to jump down.

Qing'er saw that Leng Feng was so embarrassed and knew that he must have been seriously injured. The ring of his left arm circled the cold wind in his arms and jumped down, and when he was about to reach the ground, he stretched out his right arm to support the ground, and rolled in the opposite direction.

The two rolled twice, slowing down the force of the fall, but they didn't fall anywhere.

Qing'er got up lightly, and when she reached out to support the cold wind, she saw clearly by the moonlight that his face was white and blue, his lips were black, his brows were tightly locked, and he couldn't help but say hurriedly:

"Why didn't you say it earlier when you were injured? What I have is strength, I carry you! ”

Saying that, he squatted down to carry it, but the cold wind didn't follow, gritted his teeth and struggled to get up by himself, and after struggling twice, he snorted and stopped.

Qing'er looked over to the place where he was holding his hand, only to find that there was a dart stuck under his right rib, and scolded in a low voice:

"Is this the time to be a hero? If you don't want to die, I still want it! Now obedient, we can't stay here for long! ”

Leng Feng listened to the persuasion this time, stopped struggling, and was obediently carried on his back by Qing'er, and he pointed out the direction to find a way in the alley.

The curfew is very strong, three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, fortunately, the cold wind is very familiar with this terrain, and can always find a suitable place to hide and avoid the search of the fast catcher.

They wandered around the alleys, and at last they came to a stop at the corner of a walled area, hiding among the trees.

Leng Feng picked up a few small stones and threw them towards the inconspicuous courtyard gate in front of him.

At such a distance, he was able to beat the stone out of rhythm.

When he was young, the courtyard door was pushed open from the inside out, and an old woman with silver hair stood in front of the door to look left and right.

The cold wind took his finger in his mouth and blew a code, and the old woman was stunned when she heard the sound, and quickly retreated back to the courtyard with the courtyard door open.

Qing'er rushed into the small courtyard as fast as she could, and the old woman quickly crossed the door bolt behind them.

Qing'er didn't care about any false courtesy, and hurriedly unloaded the cold air from his back when he entered the door, and shouted in a low voice: "He was hit by a dart!" ”

Hearing this, the old woman leaned down to take a closer look, shook her head slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Did he ever fight the enemy after he was injured?" ”

Qing'er kept nodding her head and said eagerly: "I don't know when he was injured, he kept running on the wall with me on his back, and then suddenly fell off the wall, only to find out that he had already been hit by a dart!" (To be continued.) )