The three of them didn't have time to look back, and an earth-shattering roar sounded in their ears, and they didn't feel a tingling of their scalps. Especially the young man surnamed Leng entered the rivers and lakes at the beginning of the year, and he has not experienced several winds and waves, and he suddenly encountered this catastrophe, how can he not be distressed.

Human beings are naturally instinctively afraid of bloodthirsty beasts, especially strange but hideous creatures, and they are very afraid. At this time, thousands of miles of yellow sand, there are only five people and one lion, and the three people in front can only desperately escape, trying to snatch a glimmer of life.

This move made the next two people laugh, although they didn't have a good impression of the red-clothed killer in Lone Wuthering Heights, but being able to play her a little bit of fun also added a little fun to the boring return journey.

Liu didn't understand again, and grabbed the mane of the sand lion's neck again. The sand lion was in pain for a while, and then roared again. The young man surnamed Leng who was running forward was startled by this "thunder", and his body lost its balance and fell to the ground.

The sleeves of the monk's robe were wrapped, and he hurriedly hugged the young man surnamed Leng horizontally, and he was already frightened at this time, completely paralyzed on the arms of the monk, panting heavily. These five people chased and fled all the way, and before they knew it, they came to dozens of miles outside Qingxia Town.

The old place is "revisited", and I don't feel emotional.

The monk didn't realize that it was not a way to continue running, so he said to the two: "I will sneak into Qingxia Town first, where the ruins are broken, and I believe that the fierce beast behind him is not easy to detect." The burning smell can also try to cover up the smell, so that you can seek safety for a while and then find a way out. ”

Chixin nodded again and again, and the young man surnamed Leng who was being held was crooked at this time, and he saw that he had no energy to echo. The three of them hurried towards the ruined gate.

I had only glanced at it from a distance before, and I didn't go inside to explore. At this time, when I came to the city gate, I saw that the southern outer wall of Qingxia Town, which was close to the city gate, was full of charred corpses, swaying from side to side in the yellow sand wind and waves.

The hearts of the three of them were indescribably sour, and the eyes were already mottled city walls, full of traces of time and killing. Or the hundred-year-old stone wall of the Qin and Han dynasties, which has been damaged in countless baptisms of war, is embedded in the city gate, has been blackened by thick smoke, at this time only the word "green" is faintly recognizable.

The monk slowly put down the young man surnamed Leng, facing the hundreds of blackened deceased people on the city wall, his arms stretched out and shoulder-width apart, and suddenly folded, chanting in his mouth. After going back and forth three times, he walked quickly to the hidden gate, which was covered with burns and knife marks.

Hold your feet on the ground, push hard, and then beckon the two to enter. After the three of them quietly entered the city, the monk reflexively closed the city gate and waited for the danger to pass. But what they didn't know was that in addition to the sand lion chasing after him, there were two other people who were also playing this game of "cat and mouse".

When the two of them chased after the vaguely messy footsteps to the outside of Qingxia Town, they couldn't help but feel the ruthlessness of the soldiers. But they have experienced life and death several times, and when they see such a scene again, they only mourn a little in their hearts, and they are no longer in the same mood as before.

Perhaps, they already know that compassion cannot save the world, and only by holding power can they restore peace to the troubled times. The two of them lowered their heads and walked slowly towards the city gate, and when Liu Qingmei put his hand on the city wall, his heart throbbed.

Maybe it's a reminder of the unbearable past, the night when Aya died depressed. It was also like this, holding on to the mottled city wall, unable to take another step forward. Liu Youyao patted her on the back, intending to soothe. Liu Qingmei turned back and smiled, both of them were indifferent.

In troubled times, duckweed, wind and rain, can no longer tolerate feelings. Liu Youyu strode forward, slammed open the gate that was full of time and the smell of killing, and was the first to enter this deserted city that had not had time to admire.

Looking up, on the ruins of the city that were still vaguely burning, there was a blood-stained hunting flag. The handwriting on it has been stained with blood, and it can only be vaguely recognized, it is the words of the Later Tang Dynasty officials.

There is no time to think about it, such a scene is playing out all the time now. When you close your eyes and meditate, your ears are full of crying and shouting, but when you open your eyes, you can only see the remaining cruelty.

There was no place to put your feet on the bluestone slabs in the city, which were littered with debris, dried blood, and rotting and stinking corpses. Liu Qingmei took five steps and made three steps, quickly stepped over the corpses of the deceased who had struggled desperately to escape from purgatory, and looked back indifferently at Liu Youyao, who was still standing in place.

Liu Youyao did not rush forward, but squatted down to carefully probe the deceased all over the ground, as if he was looking for something. As Liu Youyao's hands continued to grope, he finally pulled out an unrecognizable hunting flag from the pile of deceased.

The texture of this hunting flag is obviously different from the post-Tang military system, and it is unique. Liu Youqiao grabbed the hunting flag and walked quickly to Liu Qingmei, found a vacant lot, and spread the hunting flag on the ground.

The depiction on it is not a five-clawed golden dragon or a Tengyun unicorn, but a giant python with a hideous face and a red mouth. It is like breaking the flag and coming out, and it will be devoured by future people.

Liu Qingmei paced back and forth to take a closer look, but he didn't see any clues. But seeing that Liu Youyao's eyes were gradually cold, he knew that this thing was not simple. Before Liu Qingmei could ask, Liu Youyao had already spoken: "Quenching Crow Valley, Old Man Jackdaw? How did it end up here? Isn't it ......."

Liu Qingmei looked at Liu Youyao, who wanted to speak and stopped, but he couldn't speak for a long time. You must know that this Quenching Crow Valley is an extremely mysterious sect in the rivers and lakes, different from the arrogance and unscrupulousness of Mingyue Tower, Quenching Crow Valley has existed for a hundred years, and it has never been involved in national wars and disputes in the rivers and lakes.

It's just that I heard by chance that a gang member who had recently entered the building in Mingyue Building, nicknamed "Jin Mouse", was ambushed by the dead soldiers of Quenching Crow Valley on the way to Longshou County, and almost died on the spot.

If it weren't for the three old rivers and lakes in the group, I am afraid that it would never be so easy to turn defeat into victory. It is rumored that the dead soldiers of Quenching Crow Valley set up an ambush on the road that the four of them had to pass to Longshou County for the "Jackdaw's birthday".

It's just that this batch of goods disappeared during transportation, and someone released the news, and it was through a few people that caused many incidents. It's just that I don't know who pressed me down at this time, and now I heard Liu Youyao mention it here, and I suddenly remembered the past that I didn't pay attention to.

This case file is in the ordinary business of the Heavenly Prison Division, and she doesn't bother with it. And more than half a month has passed since this matter, and there are still no waves on the rivers and lakes, and there is no next step in the Quenching Crow Valley, so no one mentions it again.

It's just that this hunting flag suddenly appeared here, and it is really unreasonable for people to care. Liu Youyao put away the hunting flag, put it behind his waist, pulled up Liu Qingmei, and said softly: "It is not appropriate to stay here for a long time, the red clothes of Lonely Whistling Heights, let her go for the time being, and the future will be long." ”

The two of them looked at each other, and they both saw fear in each other's eyes.

Just as the two of them got up and wanted to leave, the three people who had entered the city earlier suddenly came out from behind the low wall of a dilapidated house, startling the two who were about to leave.

The young man surnamed Leng who jumped out first, stuck his waist, looked like a shrew scolding the street, pointed at the two and scolded bitterly: "Okay, you are a pair of dogs and men, why don't you have to raise lions, the scared master is enough to choke, you wait to tease the master like this, just leave so easily, isn't it too cheap to wait?" ”

When Liu Youqian and Liu Qingmei turned around when they heard this, a long whip suddenly struck. It turned out to be the red-clothed and red-hearted, and when he saw Liu Qingmei's identity, he made the first move. Although she didn't know where the people next to Liu Qingmei came from, she relied on the advantage of numbers, so she had the confidence to go down first.

Liu Qingmei didn't have time to react, and the long whip would hit her in the next moment. But when she was about to draw her sword, but before she could draw it, a broad palm grasped the long whip tightly in her hand. At the same time, the owner of the wide palm sneered: "Little minion of Lonely Whistling Heights, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

His eyes were cold, and his mind was spinning, but he couldn't remember who this person was.

But no matter who it is, it is nothing more than a life-and-death feud, and there are not many such souls. The monk who was on the side of the red heart obviously felt an aura that was not weaker than himself from this person. It's just that this aura is too tyrannical, as if it wants to devour all three of them.

He raised his hand and wanted to withdraw the long whip, but he was tightly dragged by Liu Youqiao and couldn't break free. The two sides were at a stalemate, but Liu Qingmei stabilized his mind and drew his sword to shoot. The young man surnamed Leng who scolded at the beginning also pulled out the black gun behind him and joined the battle.

Only the monk who doesn't understand it, his hands are folded, and his eyes are empty. He was waiting for Liu to make a move, because only when he made a move was the time to decide the victory. This game of "cat and mouse" has finally come to an end and has become a duel of equal strength. It's just that it is not yet known who killed the deer.

Liu Youqiao took advantage of the situation and dragged the long whip back, and he didn't want to let go and leaned forward. The long sword swept in the wind, and was swept away by a single shot. The monk finally opened his eyes, the sleeves of his robe bulged, and his legs were tied down from the horse, blocking in front of his naked heart.

Liu Youyao also let go of the long whip that was tightened, swiped his arms, took his legs forward, and leaned over to get ready to go.

Liu Qingmei's long sword was blocked, but he smiled. This smile annoyed Chixin, and he drew his short blade and faced it. The young man surnamed Leng swept the formation from the side, and he was bound to take down this woman who "worked for the lion" in a few moves.

Liu Youyao was already waiting for the momentum to rise, and rushed forward with his strength, his hands around his fists, and smashed towards the bare head of the monk. The bulging sleeves of the robe suddenly tightened, as if someone had sucked all the air, and clung to the body. It was a monk who closed his eyes tightly and couldn't understand it, and suddenly glared angrily, like a Buddha, sweeping away the darkness.

When Liu Youyu rushed forward, he had already found out the number of martial arts and the level of the other party's martial arts, but it was just Buddhism and hard qigong, which was not enough evidence. Unexpectedly, when he was deceiving himself, the situation changed, and the exposed true qi was all restrained, like a charged embankment, waiting for the moment when the embankment burst.

The two are already a little bit apart, and the monk can't understand the Buddha's name, and Liu has no choice but to take it. The ring fist smashed down, but it was blocked by the majesty of the monk who could not hold up Mount Tai.

Liu Youyao only felt like smashing on a thousand catties of boulder, and he couldn't press down any more. As the sleeves of the monk's robe swelled again, Liu Youyao felt a huge force spread, and he was shocked and flew out. After falling a few feet away, he used his hands to support the ground and slow down the retreat.

Blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, and it could be seen that the blow just now was amazingly powerful.