Chapter 40: The Broadsword

When Li Yuntong was thinking about this in the house, the eyes of the people outside the house who looked at the abandoned sect had already brought out some ruthlessness.

can understand Turkic dialect, and still ask them in non-fluent Chinese, and after a little thought, you can understand that the renunciation of the sect is tricking their bottom line.

For no reason, who would set someone else's background? This man is clearly friend or foe.

The man in black made a gesture, and six or seven men lit up their weapons together and rushed towards the abandoned sect.

Although this man is burly, it is impossible to deal with them at the same time, if it is not for a quick solution, at most two people can solve him.

Six or seven weapons lit up, the long knives were dazzling, the long swords were dazzling, and the eyes were piercing brightly.

The Abandoned Sect furrowed his long, dark eyebrows.

Judging from the reactions of these people, he understood that the other party wanted his life, and to be so ruthless to a stranger was nothing more than to be a thief, and he didn't want to expose his whereabouts to make a mistake.

It's ruthless!

Although the martial arts of a few black-clothed people seem to be not weak, they were practicing martial arts when they were not high in spears, and they were killed in thousands of troops and bloody rain, so they didn't panic at all when they saw these practitioners in front of them.

When the first man rushed to him, he dodged the knife sideways, and squeezed the man's wrist with his right hand, and the big knife in the man's hand reached his hand, and then he wrapped the big knife around the neck of the second man, and the man died before he could even scream, and fell to the ground with a loud noise.

This voice alarmed Li Yuntong in the house, and she hurriedly ran to the door, gently pushed open a crack in the door and looked out.

The people in Jiangxia County's palace were killed by these people before, and Li Yuntong certainly knew the combat effectiveness of these people.

But they were like noodles and vegetables cutting melons in front of the abandoned sect, and several people surrounded him to fight, only to see the sword light and sword shadow flickering, cold and cold light, and those Turks swords and swords, but none of them could get close to him.

However, every time the big knife in the hand of the abandoned sect is raised, there will always be a scream.

There were dots of scarlet blood on the ground, followed by screams, and then broken arms and legs fell from time to time.

It didn't take any time to read it, Li Yuntong knew that none of those people were the opponents of the Qi Gongzi outside.

In fact, she can't finish watching it, although she knows how to embroider her legs, Li Yuntong has never fought with real swords and guns, let alone such a knife and a bloody move.

The crack in the door had been closed by her, and she held on to the door, her face changed color, her hands and feet were cold and weak, and her heart was nauseous and retching.

Still, she wasn't as scared as she had been, or rather, the fear in her heart was very different from the fear she had before.

In the past, it was fear, fear and despair, but now it is only the first time that I see the discomfort of killing people and seeing blood.

Barely like a soft-footed crab, he walked to the chair and sat down, and suddenly heard a "bang", and the door was knocked open from the outside.

A figure flew in and landed two steps away from her, Li Yuntong was startled, and after a closer look, the person had half of his head on his neck, as if he had lost his breath.

Li Yuntong, who had already stopped throwing up, vomited again.

When the people outside came in, they saw Li Yuntong sitting on the chair with a pale face, half of his body lying on the table.

The cloak that had been wrapped was spread out, revealing a thin white and tender neck, the clothes inside were pale yellow, the collar was embroidered with pale pink petals, and the light green leaves, lining her whole person like a snowdrop.

The girls of the Han people are different, even vomiting is delicate and cute.

Spit like this, the little girl was frightened when she saw it. However, in the eyes of the abandoned sect lane, there was a bloody corpse lying at his feet, and Li Yuntong was not frightened and fainted, which was already quite courageous.

He looked at the corpse on the ground and said two words: "Change houses." ”

Yes, this person is not good at speaking, although Li Yuntong is weak, he still nodded and said: "Well, we can't stay in this house, let's talk in another room." You have disposed of all those people, have you left them alive? ”

Of course, the man in black who was the leader had already taken off his chin and let his entourage take him down, but since he didn't want Li Yuntong to see his entourage, he naturally didn't want her to know this, he was going to interrogate the Turks for why he wanted to intercept this little girl, but he didn't want the little girl to know his identity, so he simply shook his head.

Seeing Li Yuntong staggering up, without waiting for her to speak, the abandoned sect had already stretched out his hand: "I, help, you." ”