The sword was swift and sharp.

Lou Zhongxin, who was driving over, was about to jump to stop.

For the first time, because Mu Cangping flew a sword, Chang Qianfo and Mu Dian missed the opportunity to get on the bus. The horses driving are all unusually good horses, and it is impossible to brake for a short distance during the fast run, and there is a risk of overturning if one is not properly controlled.

Thanks to Lou Zhong's father, who was in charge of the stables of Dongoudu, Lou Zhong had dealt with horses since he was a child, and he had a lot of experience in riding horses, so he could take the two horses out of the sharp bend in the same pace in the gallop, turn around and rush back.

But it was still late.

That dark white sword qi was already close to the top of Chang Qianfo's head, and he was still a few feet away from even the people and cars, and it was too late to rescue him.

"Childe, be careful!"

Lou Zhong shouted loudly, red-eyed tightened the reins in his hand, shook vigorously, and threw it on the horse pulling the cart. Pedal on the wheels and try your best to stabilize the bumpy body of the horse due to the sudden hoofing.

- The fourth young lady's martial arts are all lost, and the most important thing at the moment is to take her out of this dangerous place. Even if the prince really had an accident, he was duty-bound, and he couldn't abandon the fourth lady.

This is the order of the prince.

Chang Qianfo listened to the sound of the wind rushing above his head, and knew that this time he was afraid that he was not so lucky to dodge. He gently glanced at the tufted black hair in his arms, twisted his feet violently, his head and neck shifted, and his palms supported Mu Dianke's back.

"Poof-" The sword qi that should have pierced through the top heart rubbed against the scalp and cut into the back of the neck, the silver hoop that bound the hair was cut off, and three thousand straight black hair curled wildly in the white sword qi.

He used all his strength to push Mu Dianke out: "Go!" ”

These words were shouted at Lou Zhong.

Lou Zhong jumped up with all his might, held up Mu Dianke who was falling rapidly with both arms, and the two smashed to the ground.

Lou Zhong only felt that his muscles and bones were broken. But he didn't dare to be careless, bounced up on the ground, held Mu Dianke and ran towards the galloping carriage, jumped on the wheel, snapped the reins, and rushed out on the horse.

Mu Dianke knew that he had hit someone.

It was a man's body, and the strange, pungent breath enveloped her, making her want to scream. There was a spasm in the stomach, and the rancid water rushed down his throat.

But she couldn't care so much, her heart was grabbed by a huge hand, and her eyes were full of fear. The man grabbed her by the shoulders and seemed to beg her, but she didn't listen to anything, struggled to break free, crawled to the edge of the carriage with his hands and feet, and looked behind him against the door frame.

In the bumpy vision, a silver-white robe flashed by, and when the rut turned, she couldn't see anything.

The three-foot sword is clear and cold.

The sword was held in the palm of Chang Qianfo's palm. Half an inch further down, it would have pierced the veins in his neck.

Chang Qianfo is a practitioner of medicine, and he knows the structure of the human body best: the largest blood vessel in the neck, even if it is pricked, will cause blood to spurt non-stop. If you wipe it with a sword, you will definitely die.

Chang Qianfo looked up to the sky, bowed with the palm of his right hand, and when he raised his arm, an ebony hairpin flew out of his sleeve and attacked the pair of Zhan Zhan's eyes without emotion.

This blow could not hurt Mu Cangping, just to force him to withdraw his sword.

He is a doctor, and he has to hold a knife and a needle in both hands, how precious it is. If a tendon is broken, it is equivalent to being wasted.

When he reached out to hold the sword, he had already driven all the breath of the sun to his left hand, gathering a thin layer of protective pad on the surface of the flesh to block the cutting of the blade as much as possible.

But the day of his rebuilding is still short, and his internal breath is insufficient, and the time he can survive is limited after all.

Mu Cangping also saw this when he thought about it, and the strength on the sword did not increase, but it did not let go. Reaching out and grabbing it, he pinched the half-carved ebony hairpin between his fingers.

The hairpin tail has three or two petals, as if it is the shape of a pear blossom.

Taking advantage of Mu Cangping's momentary distraction, Chang Qianfo suddenly curled his abdomen, raised his leg and turned up, and his right hand charged up and hit Mu Cangping's left shoulder. The palm of the hand flips and draws an arc in the air, both fast and slow, with a calm state of heaven and earth.

If this palm was from Chang Jihai, Mu Cangping might not dare to take it.

Chang Qianfo is still too young after all, and his comprehension of Changjiabao's mysterious knowledge and martial arts is far less thorough than his grandfather's, and the weather is a big shortening.

Through the battle just now, Mu Cangping has seen that the internal force of Chang Qianfo is really incredibly weak.

Mu Dian can still survive after being hit by the broken heart palm of the old man in the battle of the wasteland, and it seems that it is indeed Chang Qianfo who lost his internal strength to him.

A good son has fallen to Si, and he still wants to fight against himself single-handedly, I don't know whether to say that the young man is bloody or amorous.

Despite this, he withdrew his sword. The left palm struck out, and Chang Qianfo lightly to the palm, I wanted to withdraw, but I didn't want the palm to look clumsy, once the hand, thousands of changes came into being, striving for the words of the Tao: one life two, two give birth to three, three give birth to all things.

- Zong Yizhang.

Mu Cangping secretly regretted his carelessness, and the playfulness in his eyes was gone, Fang became serious and fought with all his might.

The two palms were intertwined in the air, and once they touched it, they immediately bounced off, and there were more than 30 moves between the lightning and flint, but the two of them moved too fast, and no one could hold anyone.

Chang Qianfo's bones were painful and numb, and his right hand was almost unconscious. Seeing Mu Cangping's figure move, it seemed that he was about to wave his arm and sword, and subconsciously flashed back.

Mu Cangping's sword was halfway out, and the sleeves of his robe were waved and he went away against the wind. It must be out of the way.

Chang Qianfo sighed in his heart and felt a huge uneasiness.

Mu Cangping withdrew too happily!

Whether it was suddenly withdrawing his sword when he had the upper hand, or inexplicably withdrawing away at this moment, it was like he had made a plan in advance, and he had no intention of staying at all.

A little further back, Mu Cangping's sword stabbed him and fell from the sky, tactically speaking, it was already an old trick twice.

The first time he missed, Mu Cangping should have known that with his keen perception, it was not easy to hurt him with this method, and he should have used another trick, but why did he persistently use the same method?

- His goal is not himself! Who's that?

Chang Qianfo pulled his legs and ran wildly in the direction that Lou Zhong was driving.

His fears were soon fulfilled - Mu Cangping made a detour on his left side, bypassed Liangqing, who had come to protect the lord, and went straight to the carriage.

Chang Qianfo was so remorseful that he couldn't wait to slap himself.

At that time, he should hold Mu Dianke to the death and stick to Liangqing to help, instead of throwing her to Lou Zhong smartly.

After this move, everyone felt that Mu Dianke was safe.

The people in the Ming Palace will not chase after it, magnify the target, and cause Mu Cangping to chase and kill.

And after Liangqing witnessed the thrilling sword piercing the neck just now, he would definitely defend himself to the death.

Liangqing is different from Lou Zhong, he listens to Chang Jihai and has his own judgment. At a critical time, he will definitely not give up his duty as a protector in order to save Mu Dianke.

Just like now, he didn't see what Mu Cangping wanted to do, but he resolutely rushed over to himself.

Mu Cangping - Mu Cangping——! Chang Qianfo gritted his teeth and thought in his heart, he was really still the most ruthless calculating wolf.

The top three people in the light power ranking on the rivers and lakes are "Riding the Wind Wing" - Yu Li, "Feng Yu Fei" - Shangguan Yu Fei, and "Ziyan Fei" - Chang Qianfo.

If the person in the ranking saw Mu Cangping's body at this moment, he would definitely feel deceived and die of shame.

From his appearance to the present, Mu Cangping has always shown an unstoppable singing momentum: he created Liangqing and killed Yaojia and Yaobing, but he had never shown his true strength.

The figure was as fast as a streamer, catching up with the carriage in front of it in an instant.

Chang Qianfo only saw him raise his hand, and the wide cyan sleeves rolled up in the air in two rolls, as if they were three rolls.

The sword light is too fast to see.

The whole car made of solid wood exploded.

The top cover is turned over, thrown into the air, and the four sides of the compartment wall are like lotus petals, and they fall down slowly. Mu Dian can sit in the car in white, with flat shoulders and straight back, like an awe-inspiring lotus Guanyin. Tears on his face.

- It was Lou Zhong's words that persuaded her: The prince may not be fine, but if the fourth lady goes back this time, the prince will be okay to protect you.

She looked up at the figure of Xiao Xiao Su hanging in the air with a sword, and looked at her father so closely for the first time in many years—her greatest dear and deepest hatred! There is hatred in the eyes, there is coldness, but there is no fear.

Lou Zhong abandoned the reins and jumped up with his knife.

There was an imperceptible smile in Mu Cangping's eyes, a mockery of those who did not measure themselves. He raised his sword and slapped it, casually like a flower and a leaf, but when it fell, it was a storm crashing on the shore.

Lou Zhong's knife was flapped away.

The next moment, his whole body was also slapped out, clutching his chest and spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

At this time, Lou Zhong had only one thought in his mind: he couldn't leave Miss Four alone in the car! Childe is not allowed!

So he held on and refused to faint, and with difficulty he moved forward with difficulty, holding on to the gravel and grass on the ground.

The surrounding scenery had begun to blur, and in the distance, he seemed to see the figure of the prince running wildly, running and running into a cloud of darkness.

Mu Dian did not resist. Like a chicken targeted by an eagle, a futile struggle will only make itself more embarrassed.

She was lifted up by Mu Cangping and flew towards the other side of the river.