The woman listened to it, but she didn't look back, the gloomy aura in her eyes had been condensed to the extreme.

The hand holding the reins of the horse, before I knew it, had clenched into a fist.

She swore that today, if she was allowed to live, she would make a big fuss in Beijing, and there was really no one in my Lin family!

However, she had been running desperately for a long time, and the war horse under her crotch had already collapsed, and she could no longer resist the invasion of wind and rain. At this moment, the horse's speed could no longer be accelerated. After solving the guards, the man in black chased after him, and the frantic hooves of the horse kept approaching.

Seeing that there was no possibility of escape, the woman suddenly tightened her whip, and the war horse under her crotch was half-erect.

In the shouting of killing, his thin lips opened lightly, and a shocking word sounded: "Fight!" ”

The blue-clothed people around him got the order, quickly turned their horses' heads, lined up, raised the weapons in their hands, and their faces were all strict and cold.

Dozens of black-clothed people who came out with only one pair of eyes exposed, without saying a word, brandished their long swords and rushed towards the group of blue-clothed people. Patches of sword light flew, and the attacking figures were barely visible, only the handover of blades and the low roar of the war horses were in the ears.

Blood mixed with snowflakes splashed out, and the silvery white color of the place brewed bright red, bewitching and dazzling.

The woman turned her horse's head and rushed into the battlefield with a black veined sword in her hand. The sword in his hand fell, hitting the heart of a man in black. The man in black quickly raised his sword to resist, but unexpectedly, her black sword was as sharp as clay, cutting off the man's sword directly, and one move entered the heart, and he took his life!

Seeing this, the other men in black couldn't help but feel nervous.

Although they had already heard of the name of Hongling, the merchant of the Lin family, they also learned that she was a martial artist, brave in battle, and one of the best masters. But after all, because she was a woman, she didn't care, and when she saw this scene today, she couldn't help but be afraid.

At this moment, only the wind was howling, and no one said a word.

At this moment, there is only the shadow of the sword in the sky, killing and resisting, either you die or I die.

The woman flew up in a sword light, and with a sword slash, another arm of a man in black was cut off. But he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound. Seeing this, Shang Hongling couldn't help frowning. She knew that these men in black were all sophisticated killers, who had been trained inhumanly since they were children, and they were all skilled and well-trained. Of course, as long as you pay for it, they can work for anyone.

It seems that in order to prevent the little county lord from returning to Shangjing, those people have indeed made a bloody investment.

They've bought off the Hellish Pavilion!

There is only one purpose, to prevent the little county lord from returning to Shangjing.

In the pool of blood, people kept falling, but no one was distracted, and no one said a word from beginning to end.

In the face of the encirclement and attack of the men in black, the Blue Guards resisted more and more hard.

In an instant, one retreat and one retreat, more than a dozen people changed and attacked several times like a wave.

Shang Hongling and the blue-clothed guards were forced into their encirclement, and they couldn't rush out if they wanted to. The human wall composed of more than a dozen black-clothed people forcibly blocked their several breakthroughs, and they were forced back after many impacts.

Breakthrough and resistance gradually became a tug-of-war.

As a result, it was already predictable, victory or defeat was only a matter of time.

The blue-clothed guards beside the woman have become fewer and fewer, but the woman's eyebrows and eyes have not moved. The look on her face didn't move, but the sword in her hand was held tighter, and the sword shadow was like lightning, faster and faster, and it seemed to have been exerted to the extreme.

Until the last blue-clothed guard beside him fell, Shang Hongling raised his hand and raised the black veined sword, standing in the corner, sneering slightly. She knew that this would happen, but she had a hard temperament and would not give in. The pursed lips suddenly opened, like a grim reaper: "Today, even if I, Shang Hongling, am buried here, I will let the little county lord enter Jinling, Xu Yuan will quickly take the little county lord to withdraw, and I will drag these killers" Xu Yuan picked up the little girl in the carriage, "Aunt Hong, you take the little county lord away, I will come to the palace" "What nonsense, don't go quickly"

Bright eyes and bright teeth, peach face and apricot cheeks, the appearance is still beautiful.

But no one expected that such a delicate beauty would exude a colder atmosphere than the wind and rain in early spring.

Suddenly, there was a shout: "Get up!" ”

Rushing forward, he stretched out one arm and grabbed the wrist of a man in black, snatched it one by one, and snatched a long sword from that man's hand. At the moment when she flew up with the help of her strength, she raised her foot and bent it, and hooked the long sword of another black-clothed man beside her.

This empty-handed kung fu is extremely strange, it seems to be a brute robbery, but it is ingenious and extraordinary.

The two men in black were completely defenseless, and in a flash, they lost their weapons. Shang Hongling quickly threw back his hand, and hit hard with his feet, and the two swords had turned around and stabbed at the two of them. Although the two black-clothed men blocked with both hands and retreated sharply, they were still not as fast as Shang Hongling, the black clothes on their arms were cut, the skin and flesh had bloomed, and the blood quickly spurted out, leaving strings of marks on the snow.

This move is clever in seeking victory, although it is ingenious, but the black-clothed killer with a lineup of dozens of people on the opposite side is just fighting with death and sacrificing his life. A knife passed through the air, Shang Hongling raised his sword to block, and finally slowed down by half a beat. The blade of the knife is worth meeting her face.

Suddenly, a clear and long sound came!

In an instant, the knife in front of her seemed to freeze, pausing slightly in midair. Before he reached Shang Hongling, he was shattered and fell on the snow with beads of blood. Look at the man in black with the knife, his eyes are bloodshot, his eyeballs bulging outward, and there is an unbelievable look in his eyes. He found that his chest and abdomen had been pierced by a sharp blade, and the next moment, he fell straight in front of the enemy.

On a hillside not far away, a horse-drawn carriage arrived at some point.

A white figure floated out of the carriage, slender, shadowy, seemingly weak and thin, in the blink of an eye, but jumped up several feet and stopped in the air. As the waist rotated, the white light gauze clothes around the body flew in the wind, but the green silk did not mean to be messy in the wind. The woman exuded coldness and arrogance, it was a kind of fireworks that did not eat the world, like a fairy from the Nine Heavens, leaving behind the world, making people unable to take their eyes off, and even forgetting the current tense battle.

Qianzu tapped, and the woman in white stopped at the top of the carriage.

The footsteps were steady, except for the white clothes fluttering in the wind, the figure did not tremble at all.

The black-clothed killers were shocked, this woman's skills were unfathomable, and she was even higher than Shang Hongling!

The coachman didn't stop, picked up the reins of his horse, and quickly ran towards the man in black.

The cold wind was whistling, and the woman in white was just holding her hands, holding the top of the car steadily, and slowly moving forward in the wind and snow, like a shadow in the fog. She seemed to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, except for a black hair, her whole body was snow-white, and her face was extraordinary, but there was a layer of blood missing from her skin, and she looked unusually pale in winter, her clothes were as white as snow, and her eyes were cold.

The flying snow hides her beautiful fairy posture, and at this moment, in her hands, she only holds a white jade short Xiao.