Wen Moqing has no special fetishes for swords, but he doesn't meet anyone who will be unsheathed, just like the dozen or so people just now, even if the enemy is outnumbered and besieged, he just easily responds to the enemy through the scabbard.

It is precisely because of this understanding that Yan Liwu will be in high esteem at the moment when he draws his sword out of the sheath.

The enemy has not yet appeared, just a small hidden weapon is enough to force Wen Moqing to use his sword, so how strong is the next round of enemies they will face? There is no way to speculate, the only thing to do is to hold the Huang Chengjian tightly and stand behind Wen Moqing, doing his best to protect himself and not let him be distracted.

I don't know when the sound of the flute began to appear in the quiet mountain forest, the sound was intermittent, there was no rhythm to speak of, sometimes it was low and weird, sometimes it was high-pitched and sharp, and it pierced people's ears. Wen Moqing shook his wrist so that the sword spike on the hilt of the sword hung to the ground, bent his elbow and hit Yan Liwu: "No matter what happens, don't think about running away, as long as you leave my side, you must die." ”

If it was placed in normal times, this sentence would definitely make Yan Liwu feel that he was proud and conceited, and he couldn't live for a lifetime, but at this time, it sounded more like an extremely serious advice, yes, and after nodding lightly, Yan Liwu took a step closer, and turned around to be side by side with Wen Moqing.

"I'll keep behind you."

A faint sentence floated in the serious and tense atmosphere, which almost made Wen Moqing's tense breath relaxed, and he sighed helplessly, but he was not in the mood to ask her what ability she had to guard the inch behind him.

After all, the enemy he is facing now is different from just now, if he carelessly underestimates the enemy, he may also die even if he is quite famous in the rivers and lakes.

After the initial hidden weapon was blocked, there was no movement for half a day around, as the rhythm of the flute became faster and faster, more and more urgent, the surrounding grass gradually made a rustling sound, Wen Moqing just turned his wrist, and a black shadow in front of the left rose into the sky, volleying at an extremely tricky and weird angle.

Wen Moqing was engrossed, concentrating on his wrist, facing the figure without retreating but advancing, the long sword slanted upward, accurately separating the figure when it arrived; When the man retreated back to avoid the blade, Wen Moqing defended and stabbed with a sword, and the angle speed and strength were so strange that it was difficult to dodge.

Seeing that he was about to pierce a hole in the man's chest, the sound of the flute suddenly rose several tones, and at the same time as the sound of the flute, there was another figure ten steps behind Wen Moqing. A clanging sound drowned out the sound of the flute and approached quickly, and by the time Yan Liwu saw the weapon in the hand of the attacker, the man had already rushed to the front, and the two fine iron rings that flashed with cold light had been raised high and smashed down on the head.

In fact, at that person's speed, she could have avoided it, but she didn't dare to dodge - Wen Moqing was behind her, if she dodged, what would Wen Moqing dodge?

A gust of wind swept through the earlobe, and when he was struggling and hesitating, the sharp long sword had already withdrawn from the front of the previous enemy, and after drawing a snowy sword light in mid-air, it turned to the rear, seemingly lightweight, and after colliding with the two fine iron rings, it actually shook the person backwards again and again.

Is this kind of reaction speed and power still human? Fang escaped from the tiger's mouth, his words were undecided, he swallowed his saliva, and a strange mood poured into his mind.

If...... If she also has such good martial arts as Wen Moqing, can she protect Wen Moshu from danger?

No, it's not enough. As soon as the idea came to mind, Yan Liwu shook his head and poured out his cranky thoughts. She lacks a lot of things, and the martial arts that are enough to repel the incoming enemy are only one of them, as Wen Moqing said, what she needs most is a cool head - being able to analyze the situation calmly and methodically whenever and wherever he is like is the one that can help Wen Moshu the most.

"Do you get distracted at this time? Isn't it too leisurely? ”

A whisper in her ear woke up and left her worries, and then she remembered that she and Wen Moqing were still in the unfavorable environment of being ambushed and attacked. The embarrassed look flashed away, Yan Liwu leaned against Wen Moqing's back, and held Huang Chengjian with both hands to look around vigilantly: "Don't worry, I can protect myself - behind you." ”

"There's no need for that." After saying something inexplicably, Wen Moqing turned his attention back to the front, his dark eyes seemed to be frozen by ice and snow, and the cold air was lingering, "Since they want to fight, it doesn't matter if you play with them, you won't get into trouble if you kill one or two." ”

Yan Li's body stiffened, and suddenly he felt his hairs stand up.

She and Wen Moqing have been together for a short time, and they have not been attacked once or twice, but he has never hurt people's lives with ruthless hands, even if the dozen or so strong men just now are menacing, and every time they swing a knife is a fatal move, Wen Moqing is just hurting their muscles and bones and destroying their ability to move, why is he extra ruthless to the enemy this time? Is it just because the other side is stronger?

The situation was full of danger, and the two enemies who had been repulsed re-posed, exchanged glances and nodded in unison, one hunting in the palm of his hand, and the other dancing wildly, and attacked one after the other at the same time. Yan Liwu didn't know how good Wen Moqing's kung fu was, but he understood that it was not a good stubble that could make Wen Moqing draw his sword out of the sheath, and immediately focused on the person who made the fine iron ring, and the sword in his hand was ready to go.

"If you don't go to life, don't blame you for being ruthless."

The emotionless voice was like a curse.

At the moment when the enemy approached, the ordinary long sword seemed to be possessed by the soul of the god of war, opening and closing wide but leaving no flaws, and the dense sword light was difficult to figure out the routine, and the two were not allowed to get close to each other at all. As the battle deepened and the two enemies declined slightly, the sound of the flute changed again, and with two sounds, two more figures jumped up from the left and right sides, with a sword and a whip, and greeted Wen Moqing and Yan Liwu with a long roar.

How many skilled enemies are lurking around? Words are worried about the scalp, and the action will inevitably be affected, and a negligence will allow the other party to make the whip take advantage of the loophole. The flexible leather whip drilled through the gap of sword light as if it was alive, and slapped on Yan Liwu's arm with a snap, and the sleeves of the veil were torn, the skin was open, and the pain was so painful that Yan Liwu snorted lowly.

I don't know if Yan Liwu's muffled snort revealed her incompetence, or if Wen Moqing's suddenly cold face after hearing the sound made those people afraid, and the four enemies who were still working together just now retracted their weapons, and then attacked, and attacked Yan Liwu fiercely together.

Hiding behind Wen Moqing and resisting the enemy's attacks from time to time made Yan Liwu feel quite difficult, this time the four of them called at the same time, Yan Liwu was even more powerless, and his pale face saw that the terrifying weapon was getting closer and closer, and he was about to pierce his chest and neck.

No matter how powerful he is, he can't turn back to protect her, right? If you turn around at this time, you may be attacked by other enemies who are in ambush, which can be described as a big taboo.

Gritting her teeth, Yan Liwu crossed the Huang Chengjian in front of her at the last moment, hoping to resist the damage to the greatest extent, but she could no longer catch the traces of the four weapons attacking - the wind rolled up by the huge fine iron ring was as cold as a knife, blowing so that she couldn't open her eyes at all, and she could only hear the sound of the breaking wind, but she could not see the shadow of death.

The collision of gold and iron made a piercing grinding sound, Yan Liwu closed his eyes and felt a touch of heat on his cheeks, at first he thought it was a spark burst out of the weapon, and a fishy sweetness came before he realized that it was blood that splashed on his cheeks. Yan Liwei was a little puzzled, and didn't feel any pain, so he wanted to see if his blind cat stabbed the other party when he ran into a dead mouse, and suddenly a force was tied around her neck, and she was dragged back a few steps.

In an instant, the crows were silent, and the wind and waves were calm.

Yan Li opened his eyes and lowered his head anxiously, and the person who pulled her back was really Wen Moqing, and on his arm, a touch of blood was dazzling.

He withdrew, he turned around, he gave up the defense behind him to block her horizontal sword, and he did not hesitate at all without the slightest hesitation in his actions, even if he was injured by someone whose martial arts were far inferior to his own, he did not move, and calmly pulled her closer to the range he could protect.

The four men were also startled, and stopped moving, confused and hesitant to look at each other.

Yan Liwu couldn't see what kind of expression Wen Moqing was behind him, but he clearly captured the murderous aura he exuded, which was an invisible force, cold and deep, like a storm and a blizzard.

Wen Moqing didn't make a sound, and took advantage of the horror of the four people to push Yan Liwu to his side with one hand, and with a flick of his injured arm, a slip of blood was dripping and dying red withered grass. The sword spike drew a smooth arc in the cold wind in the air, and the sword light rose and fell slowly, and finally pointed straight at it, stabbing the four people who had successively stabbed Yan Liwu and Wen Moqing.

The next moment, Yan Liwu was surprised to find that Wen Moqing was no longer by his side, and the wind that rolled up hurt his face, but it couldn't compare to the slight pain of fear in his heart - if she was a little stronger, like Wen Moqing, it would be good if she could run in an instant, then she could act before him.

This is the first time that Yan Liwu has the urge to kill with his own hands, which is a little absurd, but it is terrifyingly real.

When Wen Moqing really made up her mind about who to let die, she would be ruthless with every move. There was only a sword light, and the weapons in the hands of the four people were detached one after another, holding their wrists in shock, their almost dead white faces were in stark contrast to the blazing blood, and Wen Moqing's sword was still ruthlessly raised and swung down fiercely.

"Young Master Wen's subordinates are merciful!"

The strange flute sound stopped abruptly, and the clear voice came not far away, and a silver light shot out before Wen Moqing's sword slashed the wrists of the four people, separating the long sword steadily. As he walked away, he saw a young man in a light jade shirt rushing towards him, standing still, and bowing respectfully to Wen Moqing.

"The subordinates have no way to discipline and anger Young Master Wen, and I also ask Young Master Wen to see the thin noodles of his subordinates and let them live, and his subordinates must be grateful."

Seeing that the man bowed down and apologized, the four people who were ambushed here also saluted in a proper manner, and their respectful faces did not look like they regarded Wen Moqing as an enemy, and they were almost like two people with their previous sharp shots.

Yan Li was stunned and looked at Wen Moqing in disbelief: "Is it someone you know?" ”

Wen Moqing didn't answer, and his cold tone seemed to freeze the few people in front of him: "Since I know that it was me who made the move, is it necessary for me to show mercy to you?" ”

"This ...... Young Lord Wen forgive me, the reason for this can be explained by his subordinates. The man's face was slightly red, and he bowed again, "The four of them are all acting on orders, and they were inevitably excited when they fought just now, and accidentally injured Young Master Wen, please don't take this matter to heart, and your subordinates are willing to do their best to compensate Young Master Wen." ”

The humble attitude did not exchange for Wen Moqing's forgiveness, and he smiled coldly, Wen Moqing suddenly raised his sword and put it on the man's neck, his eyes sharper than the blade: "Acting on orders?" On whose orders? Is it your grandson Yanyu's, or is he Lou Qianhan's? ”

Gongsun Yanyu sighed, smiled bitterly and dodged the blade: "Young Master Wen doesn't know the rules of the Ranxue Pavilion, if someone spends money to ask for his life, the Ranxue Pavilion must eliminate disasters for others, and there is no reason to refuse." Naturally, the rules set by the pavilion master himself cannot be violated, and we can only let our subordinates who are not successful look for death, no, I have been watching from behind, just waiting for Young Master Wen to jump out and plead for mercy when he makes a move. ”

"Take people's money to eliminate disasters for others, even if it is me who is written in the book of life and death?" Looking at the wound on Yan Li's arm, Wen Moqing's eyes narrowed slightly, without the slightest intention of joking, "Okay, I won't move you, but the four of them must leave their hands behind." You go back and tell Lou Qianhan, whether it's the task or the person he deliberately came to disagree with me, don't even think about it. ”