Not long after leaving the East City, a gray carriage was not far behind the black carriage, driven by a middle-aged man with a square face with a wooden expression, but the calloused right hand was not something that the horse could grind.

Since the assassination a few months ago, Xu Mingyuan would pay attention to whether anyone was following him when he went out, but in the past few months, the other party has been relatively peaceful, making him think that the matter has come to an end, but he didn't expect that someone was following him today.

But now that Zeng Qingyi is sitting in the carriage, Xu Mingyuan is not much worried, although she has just entered the second grade, but she and Shi Yuexin tied outside Chang'an City that day.

Shi Yuexin was able to kill the second-grade little grandmaster before entering the second rank, and her strength after entering the second grade can be imagined. It can be seen that Zeng Qingyi's second grade is no longer comparable to ordinary second-grade little grandmasters.

Listening to Xu Mingyuan's words, Zeng Qingyi in the carriage also showed a little surprise, and thought for a while: "I didn't bring red snow when I went out today." ”

"Qingshuang is in the dark compartment under the seat of the carriage, there is another sword in it, you can use whichever one you think is convenient." Xu Mingyuan replied softly.

Zeng Qingyi heard this, nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, then I'll use Qingshuang, and I'll give you the other handful." ”

Xu Mingyuan stopped talking, drove the carriage directly into the Xuanyang Fang on the side, and headed in the direction of the bow field.

The gray carriage behind also followed into Xuanyangfang, but it disappeared after a short time, no longer following behind the black carriage.

Half of the place in Xuanyang Fang is the bow field, because it is not owned by the same person, so there is a wall between the various bow fields, and there is still a road about a zhang wide between them, because the main gate is on the street, so these roads are not walked by many people on weekdays, and it seems a little deserted.

Xu Mingyuan drove the carriage directly into such a small road, as if he could not find a suitable bow field, turning around the corner of a wall, Xu Mingyuan looked at a gray carriage stopped in the middle of the road in front of the trail, also pulled the reins, and stopped two feet away.

The middle-aged coachman with a wooden face had already gotten out of the car, holding a long black knife in his left hand, and looked coldly at Xu Mingyuan, who was sitting on the wheel.

There was the sound of footsteps behind the carriage, Xu Mingyuan turned his head to look, and a middle-aged swordsman in a green shirt holding a silver long sword walked slowly, his long hair fluttering in the wind, making that extremely ordinary face a little cold.

"Who are you? Why did you stop at the carriage? Xu Mingyuan looked at the wooden knife man standing in front of the carriage and asked out loud, his voice slightly vibrato, as if he was a little scared.

At this moment, the curtain of the gray carriage was lifted by an old hand, and a white-haired old man with a wrinkled face walked out of the carriage, looking at Xu Mingyuan, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Xu boy, you have done so many things that you shouldn't have done in Chang'an, didn't you think that there would be retribution one day?" ”

"Retribution?" Xu Mingyuan pulled his voice and said, seeing that there was no one else in the carriage, he mocked slightly: "Everything I did when I entered Chang'an was what I should do, and I was their retribution for those who died under my sword." ”

"What a sharp mouth, if you are their retribution, then today we are your retribution." The white-haired old man's expression was cold, and he didn't see how he moved, but Xu Mingyuan suddenly turned sideways to dodge, and three silver needles passed directly through the wall of the black carriage.

"For me, a little person who has not entered the second grade, I dispatched three second-grade little grandmasters, His Royal Highness King Xiang is really generous." Xu Mingyuan looked at the two people in front of the car and said with a smile.

The white-haired old man's eyes narrowed even smaller, and the wooden knife man was silent, and rushed towards this side, holding the black long knife in his right hand, and suddenly took out the knife, lifting the knife and slashing down at Xu Mingyuan and the carriage.

"The car is broken, and your treasures are gone." Xu Mingyuan whispered, reached out, and took out a silver long sword from the carriage, but he directly dodged and avoided the straight slash of the middle-aged man, and landed towards the green-shirted swordsman who rushed quickly.

The black long knife contained black light, and the wooden knife man looked at Xu Mingyuan, who was facing back to him, and turned his wrist slightly, intending to continue to slash towards Xu Mingyuan, but this had to remove half of the carriage first.

At this moment, the curtain of the black carriage was blown up by a breeze, and a cyan long sword was wrapped in a flash of red light, flew out of that corner, and stabbed on the long knife that slashed straight down.

In just a moment, the long black knife broke, and a look of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the wooden knifeman, and then his head was also broken, rolling from his neck to the ground.

The blue frost sword wrapped in red light flew past the wooden swordsman, stabbed up and down in the air twice, and made two clanging sounds, and the two severed silver needles fell to the ground, and the flying sword continued to stab towards the white-haired old man.

"How is it possible, how can anyone use a sword like Li Taibai!" The white-haired old man looked at the long sword flying towards him, his face turned pale in an instant, and he took out a one-foot-long dagger out of nowhere, and stabbed towards the flying sword in a panic.

Then the dagger broke, his right hand holding the dagger was also broken, the flying sword stopped in front of the old man's heart, Zeng Qingyi lifted the curtain out, looked at him and said coldly: "Who are you?" Who sent you? ”

The old man looked at Zeng Qingyi, and the disbelief on his face became a little stronger, but he didn't know what he thought, his face turned grim, and he leaned forward directly, and the long sword suddenly pierced through his heart, and he lost his breath.

Zeng Qingyi took out a sword and killed the two of them in an instant, not only the face of the green-shirted swordsman who had just made a sword on the side changed drastically, but even Xu Mingyuan didn't expect her to be so violent.

Although these three people were just ordinary second-grade little grandmasters, the Mu Ne swordsman probably didn't expect that there were people in the car, and the old man was probably a person who was good at using hidden weapons, but being killed by a sword was too amazing.

The green-shirted swordsman here had no fighting intent, and suddenly stabbed out with a sword, forcing Xu Mingyuan to take a step back, turning around and running backwards directly, kicking his feet, wanting to climb over the high wall of the bow field, but before he could fly up, a cyan long sword had already passed through his chest and nailed him to the wall.

Xu Mingyuan glanced at the green-shirted swordsman who moved a few times on the wall and completely stopped moving, and hurriedly walked back to the car, looking at Zeng Qingyi, whose face was slightly pale and his fingers were a little trembling, he comforted him slowly: "It's okay, it's all damn people, you go in first." ”

Zeng Qingyi looked at Xu Mingyuan, nodded slightly, and then lifted the curtain and walked in.

Xu Mingyuan walked to the wall, swept over and pulled out the Qingshuang long sword, wiped the blood stains on the sword on his clothes, glanced at the wooden swordsman and the white-haired old man with the broken head twice, led the gray carriage aside, drove the black carriage out of the alley, and drove out of Xuanyangfang. (To be continued.) )