Chapter 103: Assassination

At the same time that these dozens of killers were killed together, Qiu Moyan suddenly jumped up with a long roar.

Boom!

She drew her sword in mid-air, a cold light flashed, and the sword qi was agitated, and the five killers who came at her were instantly killed by Qiu Moyan on the spot.

After killing five people in a row, Qiu Moyan was like a dragon, and he took the initiative to rush into the crowd, and the long sword in his hand was swung out again and again like a willow in the breeze, taking away a life with each blow, and no one was her enemy at all.

At the same time, five killers rushed to Lu Heng and killed him from all directions.

Unlike Qiu Moyan's side, where the sword qi is everywhere, Lu Heng's side is much simpler and more direct.

When the five people came, Lu Heng sat on the horse and didn't even move. Seeing that the five swords were about to pierce into his body in unison, the five killers were suddenly horrified to find that Lu Heng on horseback had suddenly disappeared!

This is going to be my life!

Five people surrounded and killed one person, and the five swords went forward to kill a point together, but when the tip of the sword was about to enter the body, the target suddenly disappeared!

They were originally running for their lives, and as soon as they struck, they did it with all their might. In such a situation, no one had time to stop, and in an instant, their respective swords pierced into each other's bodies.

Puff puff!

The blood flowers bloomed one after another, and the five people were strung into blood gourds.

The next moment, Lu Heng's people suddenly came out from under the horse's belly, controlled the reins with one hand, and turned into a palm knife with the other.

Bang bang!

The few killers who didn't die were completely shocked to death by Lu Heng.

The horse swept by, and the five killers fell to their deaths.

The scene just now only happened between the white horse and the gap, and the inner fist is like this, showing its subtlety in every square inch.

These five people were only the first wave, and soon, several more swords stabbed in the air.

This time, Lu Heng dodged, grabbed the sword, and stabbed his backhand in one go, and suddenly killed another person under the sword!

Lu Heng seemed to be unhurried, swinging his sword again and again, every time he swung his sword, he didn't even bring a little wind, quietly silent, but every time he pointed out his sword, someone would inevitably be hit by the sword in his throat, and even the direction, size, and depth of the scars in the middle sword were completely consistent, not the slightest difference.

This is the effect of the strength controlled to the extreme, no matter how many swords you come, I will go from a sword, this sword is ordinary, but it is to play the three words "fast, accurate, and ruthless" to the extreme.

It was clear that the killers attacked in advance, but often Lu Heng's sword reached their throat first.

To death, they couldn't figure out what was going on.

In a short time, dozens of killers were all turned into corpses, lying on the ground, and none of them survived.

Qiu Moyan floated back on the horse, and whispered a few words in Zhou Xiaoxuan's ear, as if to comfort her not to be afraid.

Seeing that Lu Heng threw away the long sword he snatched and slapped his horse casually, Qiu Moyan couldn't help but ask, "Heir, why are your martial arts completely different from usual?" Why is there no trace of our swordsmanship in your moves? ”

"Forget." Lu Heng is just two words.

"Forgot?" Qiu Moyan's eyes widened, "How could you forget?" ”

Lu Heng looked at her, sighed and said, "Then how can you explain it?" The Zhou Siwei in front of you is actually a different person? ”

Qiu Moyan said with a smile in his eyes: "If I hadn't grown up with you since I was a child and knew your appearance and features well, I might really suspect that you were impersonated by someone else." ”

Lu Heng shrugged his shoulders and said casually: "If you have time, you can teach me some Cang martial arts again to see if I can remember it." ”

"Okay!" Qiu Moyan smiled, "Anyway, my martial arts were originally taught by me, so I'll teach you again." ”

"......" Lu Heng suddenly felt that he was still a bit routine, it seemed that he had experienced too much, and the original simple teenager was gone forever.

People will always be spoiled by society......

Lu Heng sighed silently, and quietly changed the topic: "Do you know who those people were just now?" ”

I don't know if it's the reason for venting after some killing, Qiu Moyan suddenly felt that the depressed mood in the past few days has been much better.

"It's not like it's from Dongchang," Qiu Moyan groaned slightly, "If I'm not mistaken, it must be someone from the Blackstone Organization." ”

"Blackstone?" Lu Heng frowned, looking puzzled.

When Qiu Moyan saw that Lu Heng was also puzzled, he suddenly became angry and familiar.

Since she was a child, it has always been her senior sister who teaches martial arts to her junior brother and tells various deeds in the martial arts, but since her junior brother was killed from the prison, this situation has suddenly reversed, and she has actually reprimanded her senior sister speechless.

"We are all wanted criminals by the imperial court," Qiu Moyan explained, "In addition to Dongchang, Jinyiwei, Liufang, and even the people in the rivers and lakes who came to reward bonuses are eager to get rid of us." Blackstone was originally an organization that killed people for money, and it is not surprising that they came to kill us. We're not going to have a smooth journey, it's just the first wave. ”

Lu Heng nodded suddenly, he thought that these people were sent by Fatty Chen who wanted to strike first.

"Blackstone, I haven't gone to look for them yet, but they sent them to the door first!" Lu Heng sneered.

"Don't mess around!" Qiu Moyan admonished, "The Black Stone is very powerful, and there are several top killers under him who have very high martial arts, and it is said that the martial arts of the Black Stone Leader Wheel King are not inferior even to the elders of the six major factions. ”

Lu Heng nodded nondeniably.

Qiu Moyan's words came true, and soon, the second wave of people who wanted their lives arrived.

When they arrived at the foot of the mountain where Yunhe Temple was located, the three of them dismounted, preparing to take a short rest at the tea stall at the bottom of the mountain before leaving, and at this moment, two swordsmen walked out of the tea stall and blocked Lu Heng's way.

"You are Zhou Siwei?" One of the young swordsmen said with a grim face, "Take out your weapon, if you can take me without dying, I will spare your life!" ”

"Who are you?" Lu Heng asked.

"The soul of the knife, not qualified to know my name." The young swordsman's tone was gloomy, and he looked like he was in a high place.

"You're all together?" Lu Heng asked again.

The young swordsman seemed to be enraged, and shouted, "You are also worthy of my master's shot?" Being able to die under my sword is already a blessing from your three lifetimes! ”

"What have I done in my three lives to lack morality?" Lu Heng let out a long sigh.

"Since you don't make a move, then never make a move!" The young swordsman was full of impatience, and with a swing of the knife, the person was already shooting like lightning!

His posture is still very graceful, quite elegant.

Then, there is no then.

When he and Lu Heng staggered, he lay in the dust like a dead dog, and there was no sound.

When the old swordsman saw this, his eyes were instantly split, and he took a step forward and drew his sword, shouting angrily: "Shameless traitor, you dare to kill my disciple!" ”

"Or else?" Lu Heng asked rhetorically.

"You wait for me!" The old swordsman put away his knife, looked heartbroken, and stumbled into the distance.

"Tsk!" Lu Heng looked at his departing back appreciatively, "No wonder I can live until now." ”

A farce ended, but since he arrived here, the sense of crisis that has been haunting Lu Heng's heart has not dissipated.

"Dog leftovers, you play with fire again, see if I don't beat your ass!"

Suddenly, a woman's roar came from the back room of the tea stall, followed by a child dragging a snot and running out crying, followed by a stout woman holding a burning stick.

The old couple who were greeting guests at the tea stall trembled and caught up: "Damn it, don't hit the child!" ”

The honest man who was mowing the grass in the stable stood up while scratching his head.

The child cried and ran straight towards Lu Heng.