Princess Wanrong of Wei still arrived safely in Zhao after nine deaths, Wei and Zhao were reconciled, and Prince Yu of Yan went to congratulate him as a representative, on another level, this is also a disguised meeting of the three countries.

However, on the way back, when passing through Qianbi Peak, Prince Yu was chased by a force of unknown origin, and Prince Yu immediately entered the mountain, trying to escape by the strange rocky mountain.

The mountains and mountains in the Qianbi Peak are stacked, the grass and trees are flourishing, the wall stone hanging waterfall flows straight down, the uneven rock wall splashes bursts of water mist, the water sound murmurs, and gathers into a river.

The man in extravagant clothes and shoes was no longer glamorous at this time, his brocade clothes were ragged, his gorgeous clothes were torn, and a bloody wound was cut by a blade on his face like jade, and he was in a mess.

He covered his injured arm, ran to the river, stuck the long sword in his hand in the soil, casually scooped a few handfuls of water to clean the wounds on his body, and then tore off the hem of his undershirt and wrapped the deepest wound on his arm.

In less than half a cup of tea before and after, seven killers with black scarves covering their faces chased after them from behind, pointing at the ground with their swords and murderous aura.

"Prince Yan, I'll capture your whole corpse!" The killer at the head looks at the person opposite him like a dead man.

"That's it!" The man by the river sighed, and simply sat on the ground, his eyes on his face were very sharp, "Brother, if he wants the position of the prince, just give it to him, I never expected that he would send you to kill me!" ”

"It's only to blame you for not wanting to go this way, but you are in the way of others!" The man scoffed, as if expecting him to be in danger of escape, and approached slowly.

Prince Yu breathed shortly, didn't say anything again, his long fingers covered the hilt of the sword, and his narrow phoenix eyes stared at the seven people who were approaching step by step, and approached...... It's closer...... He meditated on the distance in his heart, and kicked the ground with his hind foot, intending to fight to the death.

"Bell ............" At this moment, the sound of Qingyue suddenly came into my ears.

The people followed the prestige, but they saw a man sitting on a large rock beside the river upstream.

The man turned his back to them and flicked the blade of the sword with his fingertips, his body was thin and straight, his clothes and hair were black, as if he had merged with the rocks under him, and he was holding a Qingfeng long sword in his arms, and he was patiently wiping it with a white cloth inch by inch.

The black-clothed man at the head motioned for the others to surround Prince Yu, staring at the person on the rock with a wary expression, and said in his heart that this person must be an extraordinary cultivator, otherwise with his own skills, he didn't even notice the existence of another person's breath for so long!

"Your Excellency, who is you, do you want to make this trip to the troubled waters?"

The man ignored it and continued to wipe the sword in his hand disapprovingly.

What an arrogant man! The man in black was angry, but he didn't dare to make a move easily because he couldn't figure out the details of the other party. He snorted coldly, turned around and waved his hand, signaling the other six people to take Prince Yan's life.

The seven swords pointed directly at the key points on Prince Yu's body, and Prince Yu pulled out the sword stuck in the soil......

At the last moment, the white light flashed in front of everyone's eyes, and the sword qi attacked, only to hear the screams of the seven people, the sword slipped and fell to the ground, blood gushed out from the wrists, and the meridians were all wasted.

The long sword that came from the air was not stained with a drop of blood, and slammed into the stone wall not far away, and bounced back to its original place, leaving only an afterimage.

Prince Yu looked through the eyes splashed on his eyes, and the man was standing on the rock, catching the flying sword with his left hand and sheathing it with his backhand.

She looked at them from afar, her face was cold, her posture was cold, and she was independent, as if there was nothing in this world that could enter her eyes.

"You're the left-handed sword?!" The hoarse and ugly voice of the man in black came from the face towel, and he looked at the man who put his left hand into the sheath in disbelief, and gritted his teeth and said, "You should leave!" Jianghu people don't ask about royal affairs, we will settle this account in the future! ”

"Withdraw!"

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the left-handed sword should be taken away, killing one person in ten steps, and taking people's heads is like taking things from a bag, it seems that what is said is true! The black-clothed people were in a hurry to put down the cruel words and fled in a panic with the people.

The crisis was resolved, and the prince Yu, who had survived the catastrophe, exhaled a long breath and looked at the indifferent person gratefully, "Thank you, Your Excellency, for your rescue." ”

Ying Zhaoli glanced at the man in front of him who was as clear as the moonlight and morning dew, and turned around with his sword.

Before she had walked a few steps, she heard a "bang" behind her, she stopped, looked at the man who fell by the river not far away, and slowly walked to him and squatted down after a while, looking down at the unconscious man on the ground.

“Cut! ok!……”