Outside the carriage.

The middle-aged double-sword swordsman's body flew like an ink-colored streamer, moving like a rabbit in the sword qi, tightly surrounding the young man, and the double swords in his hands blocked half of the sword qi for him.

Mu Yi swooped in the air, his speed slowed down, but the sword qi carried by the soft sword in his hand rose again and again!

Suddenly, the sword gang was colorful, and the area where the sword qi was trapped shrank to no more than two zhang.

The long knife in the hands of the middle-aged double swordsman was already distorted and deformed under the cold and fierce sword aura, and even the wrists, sleeves, and flesh of his hands were bursting with it, but he still protected the screaming young man beside him.

The young man hugged his head, turned around in panic and almost wanted to rush out of the place where the sword qi was trapped, but they were all blocked by the middle-aged double swordsman beside him, "Childe be careful!" ”

The young man's long hair was like grass, and his luxurious robe had been cut into blood-stained rags by the soaring sword qi, and he was described as a little ragged than a beggar on the side of the road.

The double swordsman looked up at the tip of the Qing Han sword that swooped down above his head, the short knife in his left hand swept across, protecting the young man beside him, and the long knife in his right hand slashed straight at the blade in Mu Yi's hand.

Although the movements in his hands were done in one go, he already knew it in his heart, judging from the moves of the young man above his head, the next moment, he would die on the spot.

The middle-aged swordsman closed his eyes tightly, as if he was calmly waiting for death, but he had a slight regret in his heart - he went out in a hurry this morning, and he did not prepare some more herbs and food for his old father, who had been sick for a long time at home.

I don't know how long it took.

The middle-aged swordsman still didn't wait for the pain of separation, he thought it was caused by the young man's extremely fast sword speed, but when a crisp sound sounded in his ears, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Ahhh!!h

I saw that the young man who was protected by him knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, screaming incessantly.

I saw that the young man who was originally in the air was already standing in front of him at some point, and the short sword in his right hand was like an iron plate and slammed Song Teng, the son who was already inhuman, beside him.

He was just about to block it with his sword, but the young man in front of him took the first step to seal several acupuncture points around him, making him unable to move.

"This man in Yuzhou City is so useless?" The young man's tone was contemptuous, but the power of the scabbard of the short sword in his right hand did not decrease but increased, "I was stripped of my clothes in public, and I have no ability to fight back, so I will only run home like a lost dog and cry and move my nose to move the rescuers!" ”

The beaten young man rolled on the ground in pain, but he only dared to hold his head and beg for mercy.

"Hero, don't kill me! Swordsman! Please don't kill me! ”

"My dad...... My father is the Taishou of this Yuzhou, as long as the hero does not remember the villain, let me go, the glory, wealth, incense and beauty, all with the hero you choose! Take your pick! ”

Mu Yi snorted coldly when he heard this, and the movements in his hands stopped.

The young man noticed that there was no longer a scabbard on the top of his head, he thought that the former young man had been bewitched by his words, and the fear in his heart was slightly eased, but he still didn't dare to raise his head, only his hands trembled and pointed to the damaged clothes and pants of the swordsman beside him, and said angrily: "Hero, this old boy wants to provoke you!" I'm ...... I was just confused for a while, and I was deceived by him! If you are angry in your heart, you will never tolerate such an evil slave! ”

"This is the master you swore to protect?" Mu Yi looked at the middle-aged man in front of him whose arms were festering but still kept the knife in his hand, and the smile on his face couldn't tell whether he was sympathetic or disdainful.

Then, he glanced sideways at the person begging for mercy at his feet, snorted coldly, and kicked him away a few feet, "Just like you, the master doesn't bother to kill you!" ”

lest thou stain thyself with two good swords.

The young man's body hit the ground heavily, and the dust flew up.

But when he looked up again, a scarred face with a hideous smile moved towards a wall.

In front of the wall, a thin man who looked like a shrimp couldn't see his face clearly, the color of his robe almost blended into the wall behind him, but the silver hook in his hand was on the smooth and slender neck of Xijiang Yue.

"You bold fanatic, disdain...... Don't bother to kill Ben Gongzi? The young man barely stood up with his hands against the wall, wiped the blood on his face with the damaged sleeve robe, and then stretched out the bloody hand to Xijiang Yueshengxue's face.