"Legend has it that Lu Ban built a cloud ladder for the king of Chu back then. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the defeat of the patriotic army, the corpses are all over the field, there are women who are pregnant with Liujia, resentful of Lu Ban Zhu Zhu abuse, fell from the city tower, and fell to death together with the child in her belly. Later, Luban's descendants were like being cursed, and they couldn't get rid of the fate of widowhood and loneliness for life. ”

Yuan Qing said that after finishing speaking, he sighed with emotion: "Childe thinks he is weird, maybe that's why." ”

"And that kind of thing?"

Zhao Liang believes in Marxism, and of course he does not believe in these feudal superstitions. Lu Ban's heirs are widowed and lonely, and in his opinion, either the three of them become tigers, or it is just a coincidence.

Yuan Qing nodded solemnly, believing in the authenticity of this rumor.

"I also heard that the benefits of receiving Luban's descendants will suffer a great disaster! Have you heard? ”，

Suppressing a smile, Zhao Liang looked at Yuan Qing's determined face, ready to bluff him, but Yuan Qing didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't react for a long time.

Zhao Liang was at a loss, he saw Yuan Qing's ears move slightly, and his right hand was already holding the hilt of the knife at his waist.

The sound of horses' hooves was heard in the distance, and Yuan Qing's expression became more and more solemn.

Sweat oozed from his forehead and slid down into his eyes, but he didn't blink, still staring at the street.

At the corner of the street, the manned black horse rushed into sight like lightning, and with the neighing of the horse, a large number of black shadows holding weapons poured out from all directions. The pedestrians on the street were so frightened that they ran desperately, and Zhao Liang and Yuan Qing were already surrounded in a chaotic state.

Zhao Liang instinctively wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but reason told him that now was not the time to escape, there was still life to stay by Yuanqing's side, and if he ran away, he would really be hopeless.

Driven by the sense of survival, pedestrians soon disappeared without a trace.

One after another figures rushed over, Yuan Qing drew his long knife, habitually waved it twice, and then rushed forward as well.

I'll it! Who told you to rush up? Leave me here alone, and use my body to catch the white blade!

Zhao Liang wanted to scold his mother again, and he secretly decided that even if he didn't die in this catastrophe, he would never give Yuan Qing any reward.

In other words, it won't be true to bluff Yuan Qing, right?

Zhao Liang stood in place, a little scared in his heart, this is really outrageously coincidental.

……

Yuan Qing's knife skills were very good, and one after another figures staggered past him, and in the splash of knife light and blood, the figures fell to the ground one after another.

A knife seals the throat, a knife sees blood, the long knife is like Yuan Qing's other hand, constantly harvesting the enemy's lives in the swing again and again.

The figure did not dare to step forward, and gradually began to retreat. The Tangut people sitting on the horse were displeased, and dismounted with both feet in the air, apparently planning to take action in person.

Yuan Qing swung the knife forward, and the blood on the knife spilled a crescent-like trajectory. The Tangut man bent back, and crimson droplets of blood flew past the tip of his nose, and there was not a drop on his body.

The Tangut stood up, drew his iron sword from behind his back, and smiled defiantly.

Yuan Qing was indifferent, holding the knife in his hand with his backhand, he would only speak with his strength.

When their eyes met, the two of them walked like the wind, like two forked thunderbolts colliding together, and iron splashed in the air, and then there was a violent bell sound.

Without Yuan Qing's obstruction, the figures rushed towards Zhao Liang one after another, they were like a group of mad dogs, their red eyes were full of excitement, and they were shouting with weapons.

Zhao Liang's pupils were dilating, he didn't have Yuan Qing's martial arts, and the figure looked at him as if he was looking at a lot of ownerless gold.

And the fate of gold can never escape the fate of being divided.

……

Before fighting the Tanguts, Yuan Qing had already squandered a lot of physical strength. Dodging the fatal stab in front of him, he gasped and felt a little bad.

The Xixia people pressed forward step by step with their knives, not giving Yuan Qing a chance to breathe. Yuan Qing used his knife to block left and right, but he was still too busy to take care of himself, and he was in danger.

The Western Xia people attacked frantically, and Yuan Qing was scarred, but fortunately, he tried his best to protect the important parts, and he could still fight again.

In another confrontation, the Tangut kicked Yuan Qing in the chest, and Yuan Qing fell heavily to the ground and failed to get up.

The sun was shrouded in blood, and the killing was still taking place in the streets.

Zhao Liang will not kill, but will run away. He dodged the attack of the figure desperately, only hoping that Yuan Qing could quickly deal with the Western Xia people, and then rush to save him.

But there were too many figures, and even if Zhao Liang successfully dodged the fatal blow, he still had several cuts cut out of his body.

With nowhere to run, he ran to the door of a shop on the street and banged on the door, but no one responded.

Without dodging the frightened when the big knife was cut, leaning against the door of the store, Zhao Liang clearly heard his calm heartbeat.

That's right, who wants to get killed? Even if he enters the house, it will be nothing more than the death of more people.

Zhao Liang shook his head and laughed at himself, stunned.

People who have died once, what are you afraid of?

……

The Tangut approached Yuanqing, raised his broadsword high, and smiled hideously. Similarly, the figures also surrounded Zhao Liang, and the big swords they erected could fall at any time.

Yuan Qing lay on the ground, motionless. He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity to kill the Tanguts.

"Bang"

The Tangut man swung his knife and fell, and the tip of the knife pierced deeply into Yuan Qing's chest.

Blood oozed out, the Xixia people nodded, turned to the figures and said, "What are you still doing in a daze!" Kill that boy quickly! Then go and give an account to your adults! ”

The tone of the Tangut was very bad, because these people were not his men, but the personal soldiers of the lord in the court.

The figures did not move, and looked behind the Tangut people in dismay. The Tangut people were angry and wanted to urge a few words, but before they could speak, there was a pain in their hearts.

The Tangut lowered his head and saw the tip of the knife dripping with blood on his chest, and his face showed a horrified expression.

The knife was pierced from the back and pierced through the entire atrium, and the Tangut turned his head with his last breath to see Yuan Qingzheng smiling contemptuously at him.

"How could it be ......?"

Before he finished speaking, the Tangut fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, and his face was incredulous.

Seeing Yuan Qing die and resurrect, Zhao Liang shouted to me. However, when he looked again, Yuan Qing had already lost too much blood and fainted to the ground.

I'll go! It turned out to be the end of the crossbow!

The dawn in his heart was shattered again, and Zhao Liang looked at the big knife above his head and was startled.

Grandpa Ma said that if you can make money, people will take risks; If you can make a lot of money, people will dare to trample on all the laws of the world.

Zhao Liang didn't know who was going to kill him, but he knew that the person must have spent a lot of money!

The figures had previously witnessed the resurrection of Yuan Qing, and under the domination of fear, they scattered backwards, but now they were like wolves competing for food, and they surrounded them again.

Countless white sword lights fell, and Zhao Liang had nowhere to escape......