Of course, Zhao Qingcian is not a person who loves to kill.

But that is, those three people touched themselves, what if they were other ordinary people, such as the scholar?

Some people may say that it is a good idea to abolish their martial arts.

Then how do you know that after they are abolished, they will not become more cunning and cruel and cruel to harm more ordinary people?

Then the only way is to get rid of it quickly, and to kill it is the best way to solve the worries.

Seeing that the others were speechless in shock, Steward Song hurriedly called the guards and asked them to bury the corpse, and warned the others not to say anything more, and to explain a little.

For example, those three people were wanted criminals in the Great Yuan Dynasty, and they came all the way here in order to escape the pursuit of the government.

It doesn't matter if it's true or not.

In addition, Zhao Qingcian still drank and ate without saying a word, and the other passengers in the team calmed down and entered the tent to rest.

"Young man, old decay has just ......"

Zhao Qingcian waved his hand, rejecting Steward Song's apology, and he said in a deep voice: "You didn't expect those three people to make trouble for me, those people are all third-grade martial artists, and the strongest guards under your command are only third-grade!" ”

"So you want me to solve this matter, and test my kung fu to see if I am a real Wudang disciple, there is no need to explain too much, and there is no need for tents, I like to meditate and practice at night."

"Alas, that's okay, it's best for the young man to be in the carriage at night to save the cold." Steward Song sighed, but he didn't say much.

He is really as Zhao Qingcian said, tempting, and the guards are not strong enough, so he is too lazy to find trouble.

It's just that I didn't expect this Zhao Shaoxia to shoot really ruthlessly, not dead or injured!

But this matter ended up like this, and it was also his problem after all.

And Zhao Qingcian finally arrived at Wudang Mountain, obviously he would not help Kuaitong to help with a few beautiful words.

…………

Three days later.

The convoy changed horses at some of the strongholds of the Express Gang, but the people were hurrying for days.

The place to rest at night is often not a town, which consumes too much money for the fast pass gang, so most of them camp in the wild.

There were some passengers in the convoy who could scream, but now they are quiet.

The three female disciples of the Emei faction were also more afraid of Zhao Qingcian at first, but they could ride in the same carriage, and they couldn't avoid some negative ...... Get up close and conversal.

After a long time, they found that in addition to being jealous and hateful, this person's handsome face made people feel quite good~

Especially for his methods, compared to his own head exterminator, he is simply innocent.

And chatting with such a handsome young man seems to be a very interesting thing.

Well, he's nice to talk and looks good, so it's really interesting.

Pity.

It's time to leave.

Because it's located on the border where the Express Gang is responsible.

Logically speaking.

At this junction, there will be carriages from other gangs to pick them up.

But after waiting for an hour, there was still no convoy coming.

Steward Song secretly scolded this group of bastards for being unpunctual, so he planned to take out the carrier pigeon and communicate with them.

Outcome.

Directly in front of the official road, there was a man and a horse galloping, and the distance between the two gradually narrowed.

Everyone vaguely heard chaotic roars such as "run" and "there are enemies".

Because at the corner of the official road, dozens of black-clothed warriors suddenly rushed out on fast horses, and as the distance got closer and closer, there was a slight tremor on the surface.

Steward Song's face changed drastically, and he immediately asked people to cross the carriage in the middle of the road, and asked the guards to take the passengers away from here.

The loss of the carriage is small, but the death of the people and the loss of credibility are the big problems.

Pity.

The enemy rushed too fast.

The fleeing person at the front was just about to turn over and dismount, but was hit in the back by an arrow in the back, but he still never escaped.

The black-clothed man who took the lead lit up his eyes, drew his long sword and reached one of the people in the convoy: "It's her, snatch the child that the woman is protecting, and kill the others." ”

"Yes." Many black-clothed people either turned over and dismounted, or jumped up, directly leaping over the carriage across the official road, and instantly killed into the crowd.

"Grass." Zhao Qingcian's complexion changed slightly, he had recently been obsessed with "The Body of Little Glass", and he was too lazy to brush up on any sub-professional level, and he didn't realize that the fortune of the people around him was so bad.

It's too late, it's too soon.

A second-grade martial artist has already drawn his sword to attack, and the true qi attached to the blade of the knife faintly brings a trace of streamer, which is not dazzling under the direct rays of the setting sun.

Zhao Qingcian wanted to retreat, but he remembered that someone here knew that he was a disciple of Wudang, even if he didn't know what his name was, he had to stay.

The next second.

The sword light has already deceived himself.

The black-clothed man's eyes lit up, and he secretly said that the guy in front of him was really a fledgling, and he was so scared that he wouldn't draw his sword.

And Zhao Qingchan's left hand clenched the scabbard slightly, he took a deep breath, and the Tai Chi True Qi flowed through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

Draw your sword?

It's really too bullying.

Because the moment he drew his sword.........

Swish.

Well, it was just an ordinary sword shadow, and it didn't make the whole world tremble.

However, the black-clothed man who was inferior to the second grade felt a chill in his throat, and involuntarily let go of the long knife in his hand, and wanted to reach out to cover the bleeding position.

But he felt his body becoming more and more forceful, and he opened his mouth, and blood continued to pour out of his mouth.

Soon, his eyes gradually darkened, and he slowly fell in front of Zhao Qingcian.

Subsequently.

There were a number of black-clothed men of second and third rank who looked at him and besieged him one after another.

All of a sudden.

Swords.

No one would have thought that Zhao Qingchan, who had been on the third grade, could survive under such an offensive, especially under the siege of many masters.

But.

Zhao Qingcian breathed a true breath in the dantian, and the long sword in his hand was like a dragon out of the water, full of sword intent.

Flashing and moving.

The green dragon goes to sea.

See the sun from the clouds.

Mid-disc cloud sword.

Tiangang shows the way!

……

Seventy-two deadly serial swords, most of which are killing moves.

Within five breaths, there were several people in black who quickly fell to the ground and died.

Because they are all swords in the throat and in the eyebrows.

All of them are fatal in one hit!

There was no chance for them to survive at all, and there were two of the best second-rank martial artists among them.

"Damn, this person's swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle, although he is a third-grade martial artist, it is very tricky, everyone be careful." A man in black had just finished speaking.

Zhao Qingcian deceived himself again.

The latter's long sword was raised, but he never thought that Zhao Qingcian played a sword flower, and it still hit his heart directly.

"This move is called 'Flying Body Thorn Ribs'!"

And right now.

A man in black who was besieging the palace guards in beautiful clothes, lightning out of the battle circle, his body was as fast as a ghost, and the two double swords stabbed out at a tricky and vicious angle!

On the second grade.

Zhao Qingciao's face changed slightly, and the person who came was three levels higher than him.

Merely.

Seventy-two Deadly Serial Sword ......

The ten-layer consummate sword intent, the armor-breaking value, the qi-breaking value, and the power-breaking value have all increased by 1-3 times, how can this group of martial artists understand?

Saw.

Between the gallops.

The two figures missed each other at the same time.

After a breath.

Zhao Qingcian covered the sword wound on his chest and gasped.

He didn't look back, and walked straight to the other men in black.

Because......

The neck of the assassin with the upper sword had already been pierced by his sword.

What do low-end martial artists look at when they fight?

It does not depend on the quality and quantity of true qi, that is, the level of internal breath.

The key is to look at a word!

Under the first product, the internal interest is useless, and the true and special motherly cannot be released.

The strongest trick of swordsmanship is not at all the handsome slashing, splitting, and sweeping.

Rather, it needs to be pointed, pointed, and picked!

To deal with the enemy in the easiest, most direct, and fastest way.

It's not a sword move to take out the enemy.

"I really thought you were a first-class junior grandmaster, or an innate grandmaster, and you could cut Lao Tzu's chest with a single sword."

"The true qi hasn't been released yet, Lao Tzu can't die if he hides! Phew. Zhao Qingcian sneered, took a pill, took out a healing talisman from his arms and put it on his chest, roared Ollie, and continued to fight.

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ps: Asking for recommendation votes, investment, and rewards, in this situation where there are no information details, some people guess the identity of the young woman and the little girl in the palace, and Zhao Qingcian immediately wears women's clothes!