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Red Waist woke up in Xie Yi's room, smelling the fragrance, she was already on the pillow, and under her was the soft mattress.

She screamed; "Childe."

But when he heard the sound of sword practice outside the door, the red waist got up, leaned on the window, and saw the sword in Xie Yi's hand slashing across the sword star.

Xie Yi saw the red waist and smiled at her.

Then there was a set of skillful sword moves, her eyes were crystal clear, and she seemed to have been completely absorbed by this one, and forgot everything around her. The angle, strength, and speed of each sword are all exquisite to the pinnacle, and the sword technique is like a soul attached to the blade of the sword, blending with every move like water, without the slightest hint of the deliberateness and jerkiness when Xie Yi made a move.

After receiving the recruitment, Xie Yi walked over to the red waist.

"Will it be?" Xie Yi handed over the sword with one hand.

Red Waist immediately took it, but she was a little stunned, she didn't know if she could be as focused as Xie Yi.

But then she smiled at Xie Yi, went straight to the door, came to the courtyard, and danced according to Xie Yi's sword move just now.

Xie Yi leaned against the window and watched, with a smile on his lips all the time.

The red waist really danced out exactly what he saw, and to be imposing, it also required excellent memory. Xie Yi felt that every time she emptied her memory, her blank brain made it easier for her to remember what she encountered in the future.

The red waist held the sword and handed it to Xie Yi.

Xie Yi took it and reached out to wipe her sweat. "When you fight against opponents with disparity in strength, you have no chance of winning, but there are always a few places in the human body that can be fatal when touched, and it is important for you to take advantage of the gap between attacking those places and retreat with your whole body."

The red waist has no internal strength, and of course it is not good for her to fight for a long time, and the so-called fragility of the human body is the throat lock and life point.

The more masters they are, the more they will spare their lives, and they will not let these places be easily touched.

When it comes to remembering Xie Yi's words, Red Waist is definitely the first person in the house. She nodded, then smiled.

Xie Yi also felt that he sometimes couldn't touch such a dazzling eye, so he looked away and said, "I haven't eaten yet, let's go into the house first." ”

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In the Five Kingdoms, there are capable people who can observe the sky at night, judge the rain and wind in a few days, and the yin and yang astrolabe.

But neither the Nine Kings nor the white-faced coachman, who were on the way, expected the sudden heavy rain. The mountains and forests trembled, and the plants and trees withered.

It's like God wants to stop them.

The white-faced coachman gave a rare voice: "Lord Wang, the road ahead is blocked by puddles." ”

Such heavy rain can form puddles in a very short time, and the terrain in the mountains is uneven, and one puddle is enough to block the way.

The Nine Kings had already opened the door of the carriage, and the rain was so heavy that it drifted directly into the carriage and stained his clothes.

The Nine Kings raised their heads and said quietly, "This rain is not quite right. ”

This mountain is full of branches and leaves, and after this heavy rain falls, the air is filled with these withered and withered flowers. Floating in the rain, floating in the air, and finally falling into the carriage of the nine kings, it was a zinnia. The red petals, only one left, fell on the dazzling white clothes of the Nine Kings, and the color contrast was even stronger.

The white-faced coachman finally said, "Lord Wang, you can enter the carriage and wait for the rain to pass." ”

But the Nine Kings seemed to like the rain, he slowly lay down in the carriage, but his eyes looked at the open door, and smiled faintly: "In this kind of weather, presumably the dark whistle will not pay attention, you use internal force to drive the carriage away." ”

But in fact, it is not right, the so-called dark whistle of the royal forest is heavy rain day and night, but the worse the weather, the more closely you watch. The Nine Kings chose this time to let the white-faced coachman drive with internal force, which was tantamount to announcing that they were going to break into the mountain.

The white-faced coachman was silent, but only for a moment, he opened his eyes, and there was a clear light in his eyes, and then the carriage whip was raised, and the horse suddenly let out a neighing sound that even the lightning and thunder were drowned out, and then the four hooves ran wildly, and the small puddle suddenly became an obstacle that was not put in the eyes, and the water splashed over it, and at that moment, the carriage door was closed again. The door was blocked by spilled stains.

The white-faced coachman let out a roar that echoed through the mountains, mixed with the sound of rain, sounding more like a beast.

It should be said that the entire carriage seemed to have turned into an unknown beast, heading towards the mountain range they had identified, and it was almost impossible not to startle the eyes of the forest with such momentum and speed.

First of all, a figure landed from the roof of the carriage, and the long sword went straight to the back of the head of the white-faced coachman, but the white-faced coachman seemed to have eyes, and accurately judged the sword moves of the person who came in the wind and rain.

"Khooth!" With a strong sword handover, the mist spread out in the sky, and the light and shadow were as thin as cow hair, as if they were pervasive. The black-clad sentry held his sword in both hands and picked up the wind of the sword, as if a net had fallen from his sword and covered the head of the white-faced coachman.

But the white-faced coachman's knife was like a wall, making this sword net impenetrable at all, and finally, at a bend, the white-faced coachman took advantage of the horse's galloping speed to throw this dark whistle directly off the cliff dozens of meters deep.

With the skills of the dark whistle, of course, he will not die, but he does not have the energy to chase them again.

The white-faced coachman tried his best to get to the house in the mountains a moment earlier, and he could get out of the current panic situation a moment earlier.

The Nine Kings were in the carriage and listened to everything in their ears. It's as if they are in the Shura Hell, and they are surrounded by killing machines.

There are more and more dark sentinels moving when they hear the wind, of course, it is not that the ones behind are chasing faster than the carriage, but the closer they get to the mysterious house, the number of guards in the Royal Forest will increase geometrically.

The white-faced coachman yelled: "Lord Wang! ”

What this voice represents, the Nine Kings know. He smiled faintly.

Then the white-faced coachman jumped up, and the whole person, as if in the air, in a bolt of lightning, he became the target of all the secret sentinels in the mountains.

Countless attacks came, and the fine needles penetrated into the wall, but they were not impenetrable, as if the fluffy spring rain had entered the soil, only moistening the surface. The white-faced coachman's eyes couldn't help but flash with Ling Lie. The tip of the opponent's sword did not stop, and it stopped strongly, and a mist of water condensed into a water arrow in an instant, breaking through when the wall of light formed by the white-faced chariot knife seemed to be faint.

The Royal Forest Sentinel turned sideways to avoid the light arrow, and the other person picked it up, breathing in the air, and the cooperation was not chaotic at all, and the hilt of the sword had turned into a reverse grip and a parry between the flicks of his fingers, blocking the back move of the white-faced coachman.

These are all masters.

Not even one is weaker than the white-faced coachman.

It's really terrifying, but how terrible it is, only the white-faced coachman who meets the enemy alone can have a personal experience.

And at the same time, the carriage of the Nine Kings was still moving forward.

Maintain the crazy speed before and rush all the way. The Nine Kings in the carriage didn't seem to feel anything, and all he could see was the mountains.

At this time, even if it is that piece of house, it should be felt by the sword and sword, right?

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Lan Yue and Yuyan stood under the eaves respectively, looking at each other, and both of them had horror in their eyes.

It often rains in the mountains, but this one seems to be exceptional.

There were footsteps hurriedly stepping into Xie Yi's study: "Childe, the intrusion from the secret sentry a few days ago is not a fake, this person has gone to the mountains!" ”

Because there was only one carriage for the people who came, and the two of them wandered in the mountains like slow and invisible, the dark sentry only kept an eye on it.

But today, in this heavy rain, the other party suddenly changed his strategy and began to break into the mountain.

It is this kind of indistinguishability between friend and foe that will make people hesitate, and will make these two outsiders take advantage of the Xie family's secret sentinel's reluctance to kill good people by mistake, and they didn't start to do it until they broke into such a deep place.

But the other party obviously planned it, so the person who came to repay didn't have any good feelings.

Xie Yi looked at the light on the table, and next to him was his sword, and he didn't hesitate: "Prepare to meet the enemy." ”

All the Wuxiang Mountain was waiting for them, and when the signal light was emitted on Xie Yi's table, it meant that tonight was not peaceful.

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I didn't know how the nine kings controlled the carriage, he pushed open the carriage door, and when he looked up, the blue-tiled and white-walled mansion was already close in front of him.

Finally, Wuyi Mendi, hidden in another pure land in this world, the Xie family.

The sword light of the long sword attacked from all sides was like a dense cage, and there was no escape, but the white-faced coachman was too experienced in fighting, and he still saw the flaws, and he took a few steps in the brilliant fire and gorgeous flower shadows, and the scorching sword light passed by.

The guards of the Royal Forest are already red-eyed, this is a great shame since they guarded Wuxiang Mountain!

They are already too close to the mountain range of the head of the family, and if they don't make a move, will they be allowed to break in for a long time?

Suddenly, a sharp whistle seemed to pierce the long night of the valley, and the guards of the Royal Forest were stunned, but they were not willful people, and suddenly dispersed like a tide.

The white-faced coachman also paused when he saw the sudden relaxation of oppression in front of him, and then, his figure floated back to the side of the Nine Kings.

In the dark night, the Nine Kings could be seen holding the reins of the carriage, and the people were still sitting leisurely in the carriage.

It's just that as soon as the coachman came, the long finger bones of the nine kings pointed to the blue-tiled and white-walled house: "Our place." ”

Suddenly, the door opened, as if in response to the call of the Nine Kings, and what poured out of it was still a figure holding a long sword.

When the white-faced coachman was tense and ready to attack, he found that those with long swords were not coming at him, but stood on both sides of the house, forming a siege.

However, the white-faced coachman knew in his heart that this was the real danger.

Especially, when the carriage had just stopped in front of the mountain gate, a sword stabbed in the air! A cold light flashed in the white-faced coachman's eyes, and he turned around to hold the attacking sword. At this moment, he saw a woman opposite, her figure as flexible as a ghost, raising her sword, piercing through the armpit of the white-faced coachman, silently but powerfully nailing into the white-faced coachman's body.

That sword was impartial, the depth of the sword was not bad, the move was fast and ruthless, and the white-faced coachman was hit by a sword in the abdomen.

The white-faced coachman couldn't believe it, and the Nine Kings also raised their heads.

However, what made him unbelievable was still to come, the flowers all over the mountains seemed to have become a weapon in the hands of this woman, and under the round after round of sword moves, those scattered flowers were fluttering one after another, like rain and butterflies, blocking the only sight of the white-faced coachman in the dark, and he could only see the prosperity and fire.

Who is this?!

The woman seemed to have some kind of umbrella in her hand, so that the falling raindrops could not touch her, but it also blocked her face.

The white-faced coachman is not afraid of fighting head-on with people, but this woman's body and sword moves are ghostly, and the sword is completely unusual, and the sword move is accurate, but it seems to be weak when it hits, but Rao is so, or pierced the abdomen of the white-faced coachman.

But the environment that made the white-faced coachman feel a little terrible finally came to an end, because at that moment, the mountains were all over the field, and the lights were on.

On the mountains of flowers illuminated by brilliant lights, on the branches that are as clear as glass, thousands of blooming flowers are pressed on the branches, as if a crimson snow has just fallen.

Then the white-faced coachman subconsciously looked at the woman who had been attacking him, and the woman stopped attacking in the light at the moment, she stood in front of the mountain gate in a deep voice, and those with swords stood on either side of her.

In the woman's hand, there was really an umbrella, an umbrella with plum blossoms on a white background, and at the moment there were rainwater droplets on it.

The woman's face under the umbrella lifted and looked fixedly at the white-faced coachman, like a bright light shining between them.

When he saw the woman's face, the white-faced coachman was shocked, and the tip of the knife couldn't be pierced.

The woman dressed in red looked at the two people next to the carriage fixedly, and her voice was as cold as this night, but also with a hint of beautiful feeling: "Who, trespass on the Xie Mountain Gate." ”