In the secluded hut, Er Lei, Han Qingxin and the seven rooms gathered together, around the stove, with a sad face.

Qijian took a mouthful of light mist from the teacup and sighed bitterly: "I'm afraid that the bamboo building on the riverside has changed." ”

Han Qingxin took over the conversation and said worriedly: "Beichen is still on Dawu's side, should we do something, can't we wait like this?" ”

As soon as her words stopped, Er Lei also asked for the opinions of Qijian with concern: "Do we also have to rush to the other side of the river to help the Great Witch, the Great Witch Sister usually treats us clansmen well, and every New Year's Day, she will ask the guards to distribute melons, fruits, fish and meat, and now Brother Beichen is also there." ”

Han Qingxin's face sank, and he asked playfully: "What's the matter, you don't hate him now?" ”

At this moment, Qijian had no intention of paying attention to the competition among the women, and he was thinking about what to do to help Zhu Beichen, because since the ram and the cocoon dared to seize power, they must have made sufficient preparations.

Qijian frowned, and said: "Don't make trouble, we will definitely not be able to get over there in the bamboo building now, not to mention that there are so many witch guards around the periphery, who knows how many backhands the ram and Yu have arranged over there, and we are not the opponents of the group of clan guards at all." ”

Han Qingxin's kung fu was quite wise, and he immediately understood that Qijian had already made a decision in his mind, and asked in a deep voice, "Then what are you going to do?" ”

Shichima slowly got up, put down the ceramic teacup, and asked casually, "If you confirm that the ram and Yu are all focused on the bamboo building now, what do you think we should do now?" ”

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On a cold winter day, a witch guard rubbed his hands tremblingly, and the curling mist rose in front of him.

He exclaimed: "It's so cold, this ghost weather, you have to look at this dead old man every day." ”

Another voice took over and said: "I don't know how the Ram Clan Witch is going on at the other end of the bamboo building, I heard that the Great Witch shouldn't be a girl in the world, Peugeot is very smart, I really want to take a look." ”

Three figures lurked in the corner, staring coldly at the few witch guards guarding the gatehouse, and there was no trace of people on both sides of the cold street.

Erlei's eyelashes kept blinking, hiding the fear in her heart, the oppression brought to her by the clan guards was too strong, she asked in a low voice, "What should we do now, there are four people guarding outside." ”

Han Qingxin is accustomed to doing this kind of work of sneak attacks, her face is calm, a hint of sneer appeared on her face, and she responded: "How can you get in, either sneak over the wall to get in, or knock out these soft-footed shrimp, a group of things that eat inside and out." ”

Snowflakes were flying, spreading into the inner side of the walled courtyard, and the inside was quiet and quiet.

Seven carefully observed the layout and distribution of the guards, and four clan witch guards were placed at the front and rear doors, guarding this room tightly, and I don't know how many clan guards there were guards, frowning and answering: "It's only hard to break in, if you want to sneak attack, you have to wait for dark, we can't wait......"

Before the words fell, Han Qingxin only heard the word "hard break" in his ears, and immediately got up neatly, lowered his body and approached the four chatting witch guards in front of the courtyard gate in a high-frequency footstep movement.

Erlei stared at the figure running away in surprise, and asked dreamily, "Why is she ......?"

Qijian was also stunned, his eyes flickered, and he sighed helplessly: "This girl, how can you say that you can do it, I haven't finished my words yet." ”

He originally wanted to deploy and let Erlei lure away some of the witch guards, after all, these elites in the Black Miao clan are all extraordinary. Now I can't think about it myself.

He pulled out the dagger he carried with him, his body flashed, and he followed behind Han Qingxin.

In the hut, after discussion, several people conceived that when the ram and Yu concentrated all their men on the other side of the bamboo building to seize power, they would take the opportunity to rescue Hongliang, and call on the clansmen to rescue the siege of the great witch on the riverside through the identity of the high priest of the Heishui River in Hongliang.

Now, in front of the gatehouse of the courtyard, the shouts of killing suddenly rose, and the figure of the rapid rush immediately alarmed the guarding witch guards.

Later, Erlei didn't have time to shout: "What should I do? "Seven have already rushed out, and the dagger is skillfully unsheathed during the attack, and the tip of the knife is exposed.

"What the hell are you doing, stop."

The vigilant witch guard frightened the approachers, and the two figures rushed towards them at great speed, and they hurriedly reached out to draw the scimitar hanging from their waists to meet the enemy.

In an instant, a cold light slashed across the neck of a witch guard, and blood oozed from the tiny wound. Han Qingxin quickly eliminated the opponent in front of him, his eyes did not blink, and then he turned around again, ready to face the other person.

Qijian looked at Han Qingxin and said regretfully: "Why are you doing it so ruthlessly, no matter how you say it, it's also a life." ”

As soon as the faces of the clan guards changed, they immediately unsheathed their swords and slashed at Han Qingxin's back as fast as lightning. "Shhh The heavy blade sliced through the air around her, slashing at her back.

"Bang!"

Han Qingxin flipped his wrist, leaned forward, and swung the dagger out with his backhand, and the back shot met the heavy scimitar blade first.

In an instant, the thin blade of the dagger was cut off by the scimitar, and the cushioned knife slashed against her back waist, scratches appeared on her clothes, and the skin surface was slightly torn a little flesh.

At the same time, the witch guard was shaken back a few steps by the violent collision between the blades, and stabilized his body slightly, holding the scimitar across his chest.

Seven of them met the two witch guards at once, and they were sweating in a cold sweat with great difficulty, and their short daggers were weakly resisting the scimitars of the witch guards.

Han Qingxin was angry and restrained, and at the moment of turning around, a specially made small pistol was immediately held in his hand, and he coldly faced the witch guard who wanted to do it again, and turned to Qijian and said, "I'll be gentle with them, their heads will be cut off." ”

There was silence in front of the courtyard, the witch guards held their breath, not daring to say a word, they all understood the role of guns, not cold weapons can compete with it, perhaps only the priests have this ability.

The door in front of the bamboo building was hidden, leaking a narrow gap, and Han Qingxin said to them coldly, "Get in." ”

Erlei popped up from the corner in a panic, followed by and cowered behind Shichiken, the corpse of a witch guard lying on the ground, blood still gurgling out, she was afraid of the bloody scene.

However, to their surprise, there were no guards in the courtyard, and the process of fighting was extremely short, and it did not disturb the four people at the back door.

Han Qingxin pointed his gun at the three witch guards, and snorted coldly with a gloomy face: "Where is Hongliang Pass?" ”