"Yan Jiu has come to the caravan, there is no doubt that he intends to attack that young man, do we need to stop it?"

Fu Bo, the chief steward of the caravan in the distance, stood respectfully in front of Xiahou Zilan and asked for instructions, as the chief steward of the caravan, no matter how big the caravan was, every thing that happened in the caravan could never escape Fu Bo's eyes.

Especially Jiao Wushuang is a person with a noble status, Fu Bo always pays attention to it, so at the moment of Jiao Wushuang's death, Fu Bo found out about this matter.

Originally, Jiao Wushuang was killed, and Fu Bo's first reaction was to take Luobei to avenge Jiao Wushuang, because An Zaijie behind Jiao Wushuang was the object that the distant caravan could not provoke, but he was stopped by Xiahou Zilan.

It was precisely because Xiahou Zilan seemed to have helped Luobei that Fu Bo would ask Xiahou Zilan if he wanted to help Luo Bei stop Yan Jiu when he found out that Yan Jiu had come to seek revenge, but Xiahou Zilan's answer was once again unexpected by Fu Bo.

"If you don't stop it, why stop it, you remember, the reason why we didn't take down that young man was because we respected An Zaijie's majesty, An Zaijie's hatred, only An Zaijie's people can end it, do you understand."

Xiahou Zilan's voice was awe-inspiring, Fu Bo's eyes rolled slightly, and he suddenly showed a clear look, Yan Jiu destroyed Luobei, then, Jiao Wushuang's death will have an end, at that time, even if An Zaijie is angry, he will only be angry and protect Jiao Wushuang's Yan Jiu, and will not find a distant caravan, this is the human heart, but also a surname, although An Zaijie is brutal, but even more arrogant, this alone determines that he will not embarrass the distant caravan when things develop like this.

Most importantly, the distant caravan also avoided the notoriety of arresting the people who sheltered their caravan, but this kind of treatment was a way to kill two birds with one stone.

He looked at Xiahou Zilan's gaze and suddenly became more and more respectful, it was the luck of the Xiahou family to have such a woman at this time of great calamity.

Inside the tent, Luo Bei opened his eyes, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he didn't see his hand, let alone the sword out of the sheath, but in this tent, a little purple mang suddenly swirled and flew around him, purple electric swordsmanship, purple electric sword technique, but seeing that purple mangs were like electricity, how could there have been sword shadows.

At this time, Luobei's purple electric sword technique has obviously reached the highest level, and I am afraid that even the patriarch of the Gongsun family in the deserted ancient city may not be able to use the purple electric sword technique to this extent.

Ten breaths later, the purple mang disappeared, Luo Bei suddenly sat down on the ground, his breathing rose sharply, sweat gushed from his forehead like a pulp, and he had exhausted all the vitality in his body in just ten breaths.

In the end, the vitality level is too low.

The scene of making a move with Jiao Wushuang suddenly appeared in Luo Bei's mind, in fact, Jiao Wushuang's moves were not very subtle, but that palm contained too strong vitality, so he was able to wave him away with one palm.

Vitality, this thing needs cheats to cultivate, the little bit of vitality in his body is still generated by the comprehension of the purple electric swordsmanship, in the deserted ancient city, the body he is attached to seems to be extremely unpopular with his family, since he was a child, he said that he practiced martial arts, but he was pitiful with little money.

The most important thing is that the secret book is also an extremely valuable thing in this world, he has killed thousands of people, but he has never obtained the method of Yuan Qi cultivation in anyone, not even the ordinary martial arts cultivation method.

The breathing gradually began to steady, and the violently beating heart slowly began to calm down, and suddenly, Luo Bei's eyes widened, but in this tent, he heard another breathing sound.

Extremely long breathing, sometimes looming, if he hadn't calmed down from the irritability, the whole person was in absolute silence, I am afraid that this breathing sound would not be heard.

"It seems that you have recovered, then, come with me, don't try to escape, I promise that no matter how fast you are, you will definitely not be faster than my cone."

In the darkness, Yan Jiu's cheeks loomed, and he watched Luo Bei gradually recover his strength on the ground before he spoke coldly.

Years of being a dog have worn out Yan Jiu's arrogance and dignity, but a person is reduced to a dog, but there are always some things that cannot be wiped out, Yan Jiu disdains to shoot behind his back, and even disdains to sneak attack, which has nothing to do with dignity and arrogance, but this is the instinct of a martial artist who once dominated the world.

A hunter who behaved, Luo Bei grinned silently, then got up, confirmed that his body had recovered to an excellent state, and then took a step.

With Yan Jiu behind him, Luo Bei once again entered the darkness outside the caravan.

For Yan Jiu's Vietnam War, Luo Bei never thought of escaping, in fact, he couldn't escape at this time, not to mention that Yan Jiu was able to come behind him silently, if he escaped this time, Yan Jiu would probably assassinate him directly next time, but he didn't even have a chance to fight back at that time, so he followed Yan Jiu and came to this darkness step by step.

"You really shouldn't kill Jiao Wushuang."

Yan Jiu looked at Luo Bei and suddenly let out a sigh, and then he stabbed out the cone in his hand.

Luo Bei's appearance at this time was only about fifteen years old, a fifteen-year-old martial apprentice with only a sense of qi had comprehended the swordsmanship that only a martial artist was qualified to practice, but Yan Jiu had already had a trace of pity in his heart, but this trace of pity was by no means enough to change Yan Jiu's mind.

The cone is like electricity, and the stabbing power of this cone is the fastest move in the world, three points faster than the sword, and the piercing power of the cone is incomparable to any blade.

Yan Jiuyi stabbed out, and Luo Bei already felt an irresistible sharp aura coming towards him.

The breath is sharp, but it is not the same as the power of the delicate and unparalleled, although the power is not so concentrated, but what Luo Bei is afraid of is a large-scale attack, because the vitality of his qi realm cannot block any vitality attack at all, but this move that is purely compressed to the extreme, although the attack power of the point is strengthened to the extreme, but it lacks the power of the range attack, and it needs to be concentrated, just used to test the move for Luo Bei, at the moment Luo Bei was not surprised, and the long sword in his hand was suddenly clenched.

The night was like ink, Luo Bei's eyes widened, and the long sword in his hand had been stabbed out from the bottom up, cutting off three inches in front of it, and finally pointed at the tip of the cone when it was more than ten centimeters away from his throat.

"Huh"

Yan Jiu suddenly had a burst of surprise, he never thought that his cone was blocked by Luo Bei, or blocked by the middle tip, which meant that Luo Bei's eyesight and swordsmanship had definitely reached a realm that was not inferior to him.

It's just that he has already stepped into the peak of martial arts more than ten years ago, and he is only one step away from entering the realm of martial arts, this Luo Bei is just a martial artist with a sense of qi, but how can he not lose to him.

A slight sigh sounded, Yan Jiu's speed suddenly accelerated, at the beginning Luo Bei's talent made him can't help but want to be merciful, but at this time, Luo Bei showed his talent again but only let him be ruthless and make every move, just because Yan Jiu didn't know if Luo Bei continued to show his talent, whether he would be willing to let Luo Bei go because of his pity.

Yan Jiu's stunt was fully displayed, and for a while Luobei began to be a little in a hurry, the purple electric swordsmanship and Yan Jiu's cloud-breaking strength belonged to the same level of martial arts, but Yan Jiu's vitality level was several times that of Luobei, at this time, Yan Jiu's cone method was unfolded, although it was not better than Luobei in speed and moves, but it surpassed Luobei much in terms of strength.

Seeing that Luo Bei's arms and shoulders were stabbed with many blood marks, it seemed that Yan Jiu would be able to kill Luo Bei if he continued to attack for a while, and suddenly, Luo Bei's swordsmanship changed and he actually picked Yan Jiu's cone under extremely unlikely circumstances.

"You can still fight back, your talent is probably one of the best in Wangjing City, but unfortunately, you shouldn't kill Jiao Wushuang."

Yan Jiu took two steps back, but he didn't rush to make a move, but looked at Luo Bei with a trace of sadness, and the cone in his hand suddenly pointed diagonally towards the ground, "Young man, don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame you for killing people who shouldn't be killed, but don't worry, I will let you go easier." ”

Yan Jiu's tone suddenly seemed to have some kind of majesty, and the cone that pointed obliquely to the ground spun rapidly with his words and turned into a vague phantom, and it seemed to turn into a hovering wind, and it seemed to turn into a common drill in the world where Luo Bei was in his previous life.

However, no matter what it is, Luo Bei can feel the irrepressible sharpness on it, I am afraid that there are few things in this world that cannot be pierced by this thing, and there are few things that can block this thing head-on.

"Ben wanted to use you to try a few more tricks, but unfortunately, you can't wait to die."

Luo Bei looked at Yan Jiu with a hint of helplessness, the long sword in his hand was returned to the sheath, and the spirit of the whole person suddenly disappeared cleanly.

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