A group of rogues relied on the strength of the crowd and attacked back and forth several times.

In the face of the successive rogues, Nie Xiaoqian didn't have any big moves, nor did she have any special tricks, just the sword fell with her hand, the sword fell with her hand, and then sealed her throat with a sword, and sealed her throat with a sword.

It didn't take long for her to lay a corpse lying all over her feet.

At first, the rogues didn't believe in evil and hit head-on. After being killed more than a dozen people, he finally wanted to outflank him in a roundabout way, and even tried to fly through the air with a little bit of light skills.

But no matter how you outflank it, you can't escape that sword. And those who jumped up, as soon as they slid past the inch-wide sword marks, they fell to the ground like frightened birds.

Nie Xiaoqian is like a rock standing in the sea, immovable.

Hit, can't beat.

Rush, can't rush.

The hundreds of people scattered by the thousand-person team were blocked on the mountain road leading to Gu Niang Temple.

The leader of the rogue looked at the number of eighty or ninety brothers who died behind the sword marks, and he was already exhausted and was about to go crazy.

Nie Xiaoqian has become a complete femme fatale in his eyes, although she will not take the initiative to kill, she just stands there with a long sword in hand, if you don't rush, I won't move. But once you kill people, it's like chopping melons and vegetables, and hoeing grass is not so neat.

No matter how bright red the blood was, no matter how many people died, it didn't seem to make her sword hesitate so much.

But Nie Xiaoqian did not hesitate, but the rogues were timid and hesitated.

The dozens of rogues who stood at the front, although they all held their weapons tightly, trembled as if they were walking on thin ice, huddled there, desperately retreating.

"Boss, why don't we want the grain and grass in the temple?" Among the cronies of the leader of the rogues, he was the last one left. Trembling, he said to the leader of the Rogues.

The brothers under him are dying nearly twenty percent, and the leader of the Liukou doesn't know that no matter how much grain and grass there is in the temple, they can't grab it.

"General, you can't fight anymore, keep fighting. The brethren are all dead. The cronie cried out in mourning, thinking that the leader of the rogue was too angry to listen.

As everyone knows, the leader of the Liukou is difficult to ride a tiger, and now when he heard his cronies say this, he immediately gritted his teeth and waved his knife and shouted: "Brothers, withdraw!" ”

The Liukou, who had already retired, who had already retired, suddenly heard the sound of immortals, and turned around and ran away, only hating that they didn't have a few more legs.

This run ran to the foot of the mountain, and the Gu Niang Temple was no longer visible. The rogue was tired and panicked, and had to slow down.

"General, so many brothers have died, if the general asks after you go back, how will you explain?" The cronie asked bitterly.

"How else can I explain, how I died, in whose hands I died, and where I died. Tell the truth. The leader of the rogue replied dejectedly.

"Don't, General. Tell the truth, or you will suffer. The cronie hurriedly said, "You have also seen how fierce and ruthless that female swordsman is, how murderous she is. If the general knew that the brothers had died at the hands of the female swordsman, he would not have to blame you and me. Even if they are lucky, they will definitely avenge the dead brothers. ”

As he said this, he glanced cautiously at the leader. Seeing that the leader listened attentively, he continued: "I am not saying that we should not avenge the dead brothers, but if we want to avenge the matter, it will definitely fall into our hands, and the general will at most send more men. But the generals. Who in the army can resist the fast sword of the female swordsman? ”

The leader of the Liukou thought for a moment, shook his head and replied, "No, no one can stop the invisible fast sword. ”

"So to take revenge, in fact, is to send to death. The original intention of the little swordswoman was just not to let us go to her land, in that case, why should we provoke her again, wouldn't it be better to have a well water instead of river water? ”

"You're right, what should General Ben say when he goes back?" The leader of the rogue frowned.

"You said that there was too much land down there, and you scattered your men to raise food and grass, and one team became deserters and took the opportunity to escape." The cronie whispered in his ear.

The beggar army is not a strictly disciplined army, but a team composed of tens of thousands of homeless people, bandits, idle second-rate people, etc., and people flee this team every day for various reasons. As the leader of the army, whether it is a big general or a small general, he is used to the escape of the people below.

Even more seriously, if there are so many, dozens, or even hundreds of them every day, they will find it strange.

When Wang Lin and Ning Wentian arrived, the rogues had already run away.

But when they saw the corpse that fell to the ground at Nie Xiaoqian's feet, they couldn't help but gasp.

Especially the long sword in Nie Xiaoqian's hand is indeed a sword, extremely sharp, but it can't kill people without seeing blood. Wang Lin and Ning Wentian saw the blood-stained long sword, and even noticed that although Nie Xiaoqian was standing there stubbornly, her face was pale, and they already knew it in their hearts.

Hearing the footsteps of the two from far and near, Nie Xiaoqian, who did not move at all, seemed to have recovered from the killing, and the long sword in her hand shook, shook off the residual blood on it, and slowly returned to the sheath.

"Who are they?" Wang Lin, who rarely spoke, asked in a calm voice.

"Beggars, rogues." Nie Xiaoqian replied expressionlessly.

"Are they all dead?"

"Some died, and the rest fled."

"Will you be back?"

"I don't know."

"Okay, I'll call someone to bury the bodies."

After Wang Lin finished speaking, he turned around and hurried to the back mountain.

The rogue is innocent, but it is not an option to allow so many corpses to rot on their own.

Not long after, a group of villagers from Daoxiang Village followed Wang Lin over.

Compared with those homeless people, the villagers of Daoxiang Village trust Nie Xiaoqian, an "acquaintance", more.

When they arrived, they were also shocked to see so many corpses, but when they heard Wang Lin say that they all wanted to go to the Gu Niang Temple to burn and loot, they all became angry again. Even if the death was great, they still vented their anger and secretly kicked the corpses a few times.

The corpse of the rogues was quickly carried away and buried by the villagers, and the stone steps that they had cleaned were restored.

Nie Xiaoqian didn't leave, she was still nailed there like a nail with a long sword in her hand, motionless, letting the cold wind like a knife blow one after another.

Wang Lin and Ning Wentian didn't leave, they just stood aside.

Wang Lin hung his head and was silent. Ning Wentian looked up at the sky with his back on his back, not knowing what he was thinking.

As the sun sets, night falls, and the weather gets even colder, and it seems that even the sword is frozen in its scabbard and cannot be drawn.

Among the three people who stood as if the statue was not moving, Nie Xiaoqian said quietly: "Go back, I can guard it here." ”

She is a ghost, she doesn't need to eat, drink, sleep, or be afraid of the cold, but Wang Lin and Ning Wentian are not ghosts, nor are they cast in steel, but living people. Accompanying her like this is boiling, sinning, and unnecessary. (To be continued.) )