The streets are deserted, and there is no business in the restaurant, and there is only one table in the huge hall.

It was Mu Zijian's servant.

The weather was hot and dry, and the group had little appetite, so they just had some sour plum juice and mung bean soup to relieve the heat.

The guy was diligent in peddling, and gave everyone a cup of the restaurant's signature yao, and carried the empty ice box back to the backyard to the backyard.

When they met on the narrow road, they saw a girl with a low head, wearing a sword ink blue large-sleeved butterfly shirt, covered with a black scarf, and only a pair of big eyes flickering outside, like black grape grains.

The girl was holding a bundle of ropes with hooks in her arms, and her right fist was as white as snow, but she held a large shiny kitchen knife.

There is a notch at the front of the kitchen knife, which was made by the chef when he cut the pork bones a few days ago. It's clear that he just came out of the back kitchen.

The guy's heart was in a pang, and he opened his mouth to breathe, but the other party moved faster, grabbed it in one step, and raised his hand to smash it over. The heavy spine of the knife slashed at the back of the head, and as soon as the man's brain buzzed, the man fell limply.

Mei Longxue held the rope and flashed, not letting people bump into her.

When she had walked by, she turned back and kindly picked up the gang and threw it a little farther away in the direction of the backyard.

In the hall, four of the six servants fell, and only one was conscious, drawing his sword and looking around; Another person vomited in time, only swallowed half a sour plum drink, although he did not completely lose consciousness, his mind was also dizzy, and he staggered to stand up on the table.

Seeing Mei Longxue come out, the two pounced together.

Mei Longxue was stunned for a moment: I didn't expect the medicine to be so heavy, and there were two fish that slipped through the net, so it was troublesome. The right foot stomped on the ground, bounced up, and kicked on the pillar in the hall, and spun out with force. The kitchen knife in his hand was thrown out vigorously, scraping the two large pillars in the hall and flying straight out, with inch-deep cut marks out of obsolescence, and finally nailed into the southwest corner column.

The pillar had already told her to secretly drill the core, and after being cut by a kitchen knife, she couldn't hold it, and the top of the column shook violently, and the ashes fell down.

Mei Longxue rolled over in the air, her arms rounded. There were a total of seven ropes in her palm, and they were hooked, and she danced screaming and throwing them out.

The hook iron is cold, the whistling sound is sharp, and the living are terrifying.

Seeing this, Hu Cong, who was rushing to the forefront, slammed his footsteps, rolled his body on his side, swung his sword at the iron hook in the front, and the door was staggered with the hook back. In the extremely dangerous realm, the swordsmanship was greatly improved, the wrist flipped down, the sword flower trembled, and at the last moment, the trajectory of the other two iron hooks that came one by one was deflected.

"Ding", "Ding" and "Ding" collided several times, and the hook curtain was torn open a gap.

Hu Cong seized the opportunity and rushed out of the gap.

The half-drunk sour plum juice was half dizzy and half awake, and the reaction was quite bad, and the sword was only half drawn, and it was hit in the forehead by the hook back and planted diagonally. Heavy as iron, I can't get up again.

Mei Longxue held the rope in her right hand and shook it hard, and the iron hook that had been squeezed together from the counterattack spread out again. This time, instead of attacking people, they plunged into the pillars and beams of the hall. With his left hand, he took out the golden scoop from his bosom and swooped down violently with the huge counter-force at the end of the iron hook.

The golden scoop reflected a blinding light, and it fell sharply, smashing into the top of the head.

Like a meteor falling rapidly in the sky, fast, ruthless, and heavy.

Na Hu had just broken out of the hook curtain, and he didn't have time to stab the second sword. The golden scoop fell on the top of the heart, and the first to shatter was the neck bone. The head of the servant quickly sank at a speed that was difficult for the human eye to disclench, and the "brush" shrank into the shoulder, and fresh snow poured out of the mouth and nose.

The voice of "eldest son" finally called out before he died.

A cold sword light came to his face.

Mei Longxue raised her foot and kicked the guard out. An adult man, more than seven feet tall, was heavy. Mu Zijian was hit so numb that his shoulders and arms were numb, and he took a few steps back before he stabilized his figure. Stretched out his hand, and when he picked it up to inspect, he found that the shackle was dented from the top of the heart, and the neck bone was broken, and it could not be saved.

After such a delay, Mei Longxue had already rushed out with a rope.

Mu Zijian was in front of her, and she couldn't get out of the gate. With a bite of his teeth, he directly filled the window frame with a big hole and jumped out of the window.

Time is urgent.

Fortunately, she listened to her master's words, was well prepared before the action, and rehearsed the action of shaking the rope and tying the knot many times in advance, so that she did not make a mistake in her hurry. Seven ropes, each tied to the limbs and hooves of the four horses, are firmly knotted.

Mei Longxue raised the golden scoop and smashed it into the back of the horse's hips. The painful steed was anxious to break free from its restraints, and flung forward with a fierce hoof, neighing like rage.

The bottom column and beam have long been unusable, after this vigorous pull, "pop" and "pop" break from it, the column folds and the beam shakes, and the smoke and dust are splashed.

When Mu Zijian chased after him with his sword, the house above his head had shaken violently, and dust fell on his head, and he saw no one in sight.

Mei Longxue was not in a hurry to escape, turned around and rushed back.

When he reappeared, he grabbed an iron quiver in his hand, and with a buckle of the mechanism, several small blue arrows shot at Mu Zijian "poof" and "poof".

Mu Zijian raised his sleeves to cover his mouth and nose, and quickly retreated with bated breath. Holding a clear long sword, dancing without seeing the real body, the light and shadow become a shield, and there is no gap.

One by one, the small arrows smeared with poison were sent flying and piercing deep into the pillars of the four walls. The arrows burst when they were blocked, blasting through several huge caves one after another, and debris was scattered everywhere. The two-story building fell irreversibly and heavily.

There is no road in all directions, and there are splashes of quenched iron filings everywhere.

Mu Zijian pointed his sword to the sky, and with the advantage of a sword, he directly twisted a hole on the top plate and pulled it up.

When he got up, he brought up a torrent, scattering the dust on his sideburns and shoulders, and there was a strange fragrance hidden in the dust, which was really famous!

Mei Longxue came out of the ruins in fear. It's just that his posture is far less elegant than Mu Zijian's, his head is covered with dust, and he flutters like a clay sculpture.

On the contrary, it seems that those eyes are exceptionally clear and bright.

"Late at night, I heard the distant bell" Mu Zijian groaned, glanced at the short woman in front of him, and sneered: "Is there no one in the Ming Palace?" Send a little girl to her life. ”

He admits that this little girl is not an ordinary little girl, she is very skilled and well-planned. But it would be naïve to want to kill him with this means.

If it weren't for the "thunderbolt" she held in her hand, she would have been seriously injured by his sword at this moment.

The "thunderbolt" of Tangmen, Sichuan...... Mu Zijian thought to himself: It seems that he has to send someone to the Tang Gate to ask Tang Yinong clearly.

"Don't underestimate me." Mei Longxue saw the contempt in Mu Zijian's eyes, and said seriously: "Although I can't beat you, I have a lot of weapons." ”

In Mu Zijian's indescribable eyes, the little girl began to pull out her weapons in the same way: one tube, two tubes; Another box: "This is still 'Thunderbolt Tube', this is 'Lilac After Rain', this is 'Wind Cutting Blade', this is 'Beauty Fragrance'"

Mei Longxue explained: "Is there jasmine incense in the room you were sitting in just now? She patted the ash on her hand, stretched out her fingers and picked out a ball of delicate cream, and smeared it on the golden scoop: "Wait a minute, as long as I hit you, you will hallucinate." ”

"Defeat the enemy's will?" Speechless for a moment, Mu Zijian smiled leisurely: "You really don't look like a heavenly killer, but like Xu Younan's high disciple." ”

He looked down at the street, and two fast horses, one black and one red, were galloping away. The black one is his mount, and the red one is Mu Yueting's Mu Yueting's love horse "Scarlet Snow" can block other people's plots, and he can't prevent his own people from centrifuging!

"Want to capture me alive? Try it. Mu Zijian raised his Qingni long sword, and the killing intent in his eyes was great.

[1] Lilac After the Rain, Volume I, Chapter 63; Beauty Fragrance, 86 chapters; Thunderbolt, 120 chapters; Wind Cutting Blade, Chapter 224;