Qin Chuan fell to the ground, a long knife with a cold light growing bigger in his eyes. Before he had time to react, his body violently exerted force and dodged to the side.

Seeing that the knife that was bound to be won failed, the man in the cloth kept moving, pulled out a long knife from the ground and continued to slash towards the direction where Qin Chuan was.

I saw Qin Chuan's weak body constantly rolling on the ground, trying to dodge the attack of the long knife in the man's hand. After a few dodges, the man in the cloth also felt a sense of irritability in his heart, and he thought it was a simple thing, but he suffered a trace of twists and turns.

With a flash in his eyes, the man in the cloth suddenly sped up the speed of the knife, aimed at the position that Qin Chuan was about to roll to, and slashed hard.

However, Qin Chuan's body suddenly stopped in place, and his body rolled in the opposite direction abnormally. Suddenly, there was a trace of distance between the two, and Qin Chuan took advantage of the moment when the man in the cloth was stunned, his body rolled violently on the ground, and then stood up, relying on the flexibility of his body, and waved the fist in his hand at the man in the cloth.

A punch hit the back of the man in the cloth, but Qin Chuan used the force of the shock to turn his body, the posture of clenching the fist in his hand remained unchanged, and he continued to attack the man in the cloth.

The boxing technique he learned from the blacksmith was quickly used.

The man in the cloth was just stunned for a moment, and then he felt a faint pain in his back, and before he could understand Qin Chuan's movements, he felt that small fist hit his back again.

Although the man in the cloth was surprised by Qin Chuan's reaction speed, after all, the strength of the two was too different, and soon, the man in the cloth came up with a way to deal with it. The body leaned forward suddenly, rolled on the ground, and opened up the distance between the two people.

On the other hand, Qin Chuan, after the first punch missed, because there was no force of the countershock, he could not make a third punch, not only that, but the huge counter-devouring force made Qin Chuan's chest feel like he had been hit by a huge stone, the pain was unbearable, and his breath suddenly became a little unsmooth.

In fact, the reason why Qin Chuan was able to play this set of punches was completely because he used the last trace of strength in his body, and from the first punch, every time he swung a punch, the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow on his body increased by one point. Even if after four or five punches, he could give the man in the cloth a trace of damage, Qin Chuan would not be able to bear the physical pain and would be completely defeated.

"It's a good stretch of the little doll, but it's time to finish now." The man in the cloth stood not far away, holding the long knife in his hand, and said slowly.

Qin Chuan didn't speak, just concentrated the last bit of strength in his body and looked at the man in the cloth opposite.

After the man in the cloth said this, the long knife in his hand waved a few times quickly, and a trace of cold light suddenly appeared on the long knife. Then the figure moved quickly, and the long knife in his hand was like an antelope hanging horns, drawing a strange amplitude, and attacked towards Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan sighed secretly in his heart, as if he had lost the determination to resist, because from his forehead, no matter how he dodged, he was also shrouded by the sword light of the man in the cloth.

The man in the cloth soon came to Qin Chuan's face, waving the long knife in his hand and slashing at him.

Qin Chuan closed his eyes, as if he had been appointed. At this moment, a sound of breaking the sky came from outside the courtyard, and before Qin Chuan could react, a miserable scream came out of the mouth of the man in the robe.

Hearing the screams of the man in the cloth, Qin Chuan opened his eyes and saw the man in the cloth lying on the ground, howling miserably, and what was surprising was that one of the man's arms was broken at the root. As blood continued to pour out from the broken arm, after a while, the face of the man in black turned iron-blue, and he looked at the two of them with some unwillingness

Looking at everything that happened in front of him in amazement, it seemed that the result was a little inexplicable. Then, Qin Chuan looked up and saw a middle-aged man dressed in black and wearing a hat leaning against the door, carrying a long sword called radish that had been knocked away by a blow before.

"Did he save me?" Qin Chuan thought silently in his heart. The body slowly retreated behind him.

The man's wail grew louder and louder, but the man in black leaning against the door said softly, "Borrow your long sword." With that, he walked into the courtyard and stabbed a sword into the body of the man in the robe.

Qin Chuan stared blankly at everything that was happening in front of him, as if it had completely exceeded his imagination.

"The sword is good, it's a good sword." The man in black with a straw hat handed over the long sword named radish and said to Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan was stunned, and the long sword in the hand of the man in black picked up the scabbard piled on the ground from the side. The long sword in his hand seemed to give Qin Chuan a trace of courage, and he opened his mouth to say to the man in black in front of him.

The man in black listened to Qin Chuan's words, and did not talk, but carefully began to collect a large number of Qin Chuan.

"Thank you for saving your life." Qin Chuan clasped his fists in front of the man in black and said with a sincere face.

But the man in black with a straw hat was standing in the courtyard, even though the rain fell on him, he didn't care, just looked at Qin Chuan intently, and muttered to himself: "Like, it's really too similar." ”

"Thank you for the hero's life-saving grace, Qin Chuan can't repay it, I implore the hero to leave his name, and in the future, there will be a thick and thin." Qin Chuan continued to speak.

Qin Chuan's immature voice spread throughout the courtyard, but the man in black looked unmoved, like a statue, standing in the middle of the courtyard.

"Baili Sword," the man in black wearing a hat said in a low voice.

Baili Sword, after the battle between the Mo School and the patriarch that day, the original mortal situation was because of the light group in his chest that saved his life. After recovering from his injuries in an unknown place, he hurried towards Linzhao City, because he wanted to see how the child was doing.

Hearing this name, Qin Chuan seemed to be a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"Thank you for the life-saving grace of Baili's predecessors, and the boy Qin Chuan is very grateful." Qin Chuan clenched his hands into fists and said with a pale face.

The man in black wearing a hat frowned slightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied with this title, and just as he wanted to say something, he saw Qin Chuan in front of him suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and his body staggered and fell behind him.

Before Qin Chuan fell to the ground, the figure of the man wearing the hat flashed rapidly, and he took Qin Chuan's weak body into his arms, looking down at Qin Chuan, who was pale, with an imperceptible tenderness on his face.

"Childe, Childe, how are you?" Erya ran out of the house crying.

Without waiting for Erya to run to Qin Chuan's location, Baili Jian said to Erya in a low voice: "Go and prepare a basin of hot water." ”

Listening to Baili Jian's words, Erya showed a look of hesitation on her face.

"Don't worry, I'm his uncle, I won't harm him." Baili Jian explained softly.

Looking at the Baili Sword with a pale face in front of him, although Er Ya was a little suspicious, he still ran to the next room to start boiling water according to the instructions of Baili Sword.

Baili Jian picked up Qin Chuan and strode towards the house.

On the pipeline, Wu Shang urged the horse to sit down, and kept rushing in the direction of Linzhaocheng. In my heart, I was very anxious. The reason why he was in such a hurry was because the Mohist school excluded several disciples of the school with strong martial arts to assassinate Qin Chuan.

In Wu Shang's heart, he didn't have much of a good impression of Qin Chuan at first, just to fulfill his friend's entrustment and repay the kindness of Baili Sword's preaching, but with the continuous in-depth understanding, especially the battle at the head of the city of Yuanyuan, he had a new understanding of Qin Chuan.

And some time ago, the great changes that took place in the Mohist school, Baili Sword one person and one sword, so that the entire Mohist School had to bow its head, that day the peerless demeanor of the Baili Sword made the Baili Sword in his heart like a god, and he admired the Baili Sword even more in his heart.

Originally, he was going to go on a mission in the past few days, but by chance he learned that the Mohist School had sent several people with similar skills to assassinate Qin Chuan for some reason. And after a series of investigations, it was found that at this time, not only the shadow of the Mohist school, but also several big figures of the Qin State joined forces to arrange, and it was bound to kill Qin Chuan as soon as possible.

This is definitely the revenge of the Mohist school against the Baili Sword. Wu Shang thought of it in his heart. Therefore, they rushed to Linzhao City non-stop, hoping to stop this assassination in time.

The Mohist School adheres to the last wish of the Mohist patriarch, and while carrying forward the Mohist School, it takes the responsibility of protecting the peace of the world as its own responsibility, and strives to eliminate disasters and reduce the harm of war to the common people.

This is Wu Shang's belief, and it is also the reason why he is willing to stay in the Mohist school and smear the liver and brain of the entire Mohist school. But through the battle in Yuanyuan City and the assassination of Qin Chuan, he vaguely felt that the entire school seemed to have deviated from its original intention.

Although Wu Shang is only the most ordinary warrior of the Mohist school and does not have much power, it does not mean that he will follow all the decisions of the school, he also has his own thoughts, and he also has his own joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

Although there was a vague discovery in the early days, there are still some people who do not understand or agree with some of the practices and ideas of the school.

But Wu Shang has always been a warrior cultivated by the Mohist school, and he will not do anything that harms the interests of the school, but he can also change the outcome of some things in his own way.

Quickly urging the war horse under his crotch, Wu Shang frowned, anxious in his heart, and only hated that the horse he sat on was not fast enough.