The sky is golden and bright, the sky is blue, the grass is green on the ground, and the stream is murmuring.

Wild butterflies flew by the brook and wrapped around the two people who were grooming on the bank.

Fan Moya held an ivory comb in his hand, his silver eyes were affectionate, and he gently combed the black and beautiful green silk for the quiet lover in front of him.

Han Qing was extraordinarily obedient on the surface today.

He casually played with the oval pebbles in the palm of his hand, and flexibly calculated in his heart: since the last time he took the potion to suppress the love silk Gu, more than two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and now the effect of the medicine can only last for twenty-five days at most.

"Have you figured out a way to crack the Gu poison in my body?" Han Qing realized that the deadline was getting closer and closer, Ying Mei frowned slightly irritably, thinking that the person behind him still had the heart to play with his hair, he suddenly turned around and asked seriously.

Fan Moya was rebraiding the pigtail on Han Qing's head, and the braid followed him and turned his head sharply, mischievously escaping from his hand, spinning freely in the air, liberating himself, and the tail of his hair quickly returned to a straight line.

Fan Moya wanted to grab the strand of hair again, and received Han Qing's serious attention and expectation.

He smiled slightly, hugged Han Qing's shoulders affectionately, smiled and said with relief: "Don't worry, I have researched a new antidote, which can effectively inhibit the growth of Gu poison in your body within half a year, it is in my carriage, I will give it to you when I go back."

Han Qing's eyebrows stretched when he heard this, but he was afraid that things would change, so he immediately said, "We have been out long enough, let's go back directly now."

"Hmm."

Han Qing took Fan Moya's hand, and whistled his fingers in front of the mouth of the horse grazing in the distance, and was calling the black horse who was walking back.

A cold arrow with a cold killing intent shot quickly at the hands of the two of them.

The two of them were shocked, and the powerful arrow momentum turned into several arrow dragons in the air, sweeping through the gale, making it impossible to see through its true body.

The two of them were defenseless in their hands, and they didn't dare to face it easily, so they tacitly used light skills and retreated dozens of meters in the direction of the horses.

The arrow seemed to have seen through the intentions of the two of them a long time ago, but the arrow intent did not diminish at all, and the sharp arrow body grazed the backs of the hands of the two people, and plunged into the grass with strong residual strength.

This arrow immediately made Han Qing and the others understand that the enemy's strength was probably not below them.

Han Qing looked at the other side of the shallow stream, and a group of masked black-clothed men on horses actually raised more bows and crossbows to aim at them.

Han Qing and Fan Moya looked at each other, and when they learned that it was not the other party's manpower, they became serious.

"Who are you?" Han Qing touched his waist, but found that the short knife was forgotten on the horse's back, and secretly pursed his lips, showing no mountain dew on his face.

The enemy is silent and does not answer, making it impossible to know where they are coming.

Han Qing saw that the stupid horse was still eating grass with his head down, and he couldn't help but feel angry, and he whistled and paged violently, with a serious warning, which made the black horse turn around and run back.

The distance between the horse and the two was more than 100 meters, although the distance was short, and it would take some more time to run back, but the enemy had already been unable to bear it, and the cold arrows had reached the noses of the two men.

This is an unsheltered thing in the wilderness, and the two of them are weak, and as an arrow target, the target is very obvious.

Han Qing and him immediately dispersed backwards to avoid the rain of arrows, and the two of them couldn't show their hands and feet.

"This group of people is not good-intentioned, well-armed, I am afraid that they have been carefully prepared, the person at the head of the group has superb archery skills, be careful that he puts cold arrows, we will go for the best plan." Han Qing hurriedly explained his thoughts, and his body was embarrassed to avoid these fast arrows.

"Their arrows are quenched, be careful not to touch them." Fan Moya's heart was as careful as a hair, and in a very short time, he noticed that the color of the tip of the arrow was slightly darker, and reminded.

If it weren't for his long-term contact with poison and his extra attention, ordinary people would probably not be able to discover the Tao for a while.

"Hmm." Han Qing was also on guard in his heart, and he didn't dare to rashly intercept the arrow as a weapon.

The black horse broke in in the gap of the arrow rain, Fan Moya took the lead in stepping on the horse, pulled up Han Qing on the ground, and headed towards the base camp with the belly of the horse.

"Chase." When the leader of the men in black saw that they were about to flee, he made a gesture with his fingers and instructed everyone to follow them.

A dozen horses trampled violently across the shallow stream, splashing countless waters.

Han Qing took out the short sword on the saddle, sat down on the horse, heard the murderous aura of the arrows behind his ears, and swung his knife to block the two of them, and the short arrows that kept sneaking up behind him.

The leader of the enemy was particularly calm, raised his bow and arrows, aimed at the galloping horse in front of him, and pierced the horse's leg with precision.

The horse was frightened and jumped wildly, and the leader of the enemy fired a second arrow at Han Qing.

When Han Qing was out of control, the more he was in danger, the more calm and calm he became.

The duel between masters is often not distracted in the slightest.

In front of Han Qing was Fan Moya, if he dodged and injured the Holy Son of the Black Lotus Sect by an arrow, he was afraid that he would be drowned by his huge group of disciples with thousands of mouths of spit, not to mention the matter of returning to Beihan.

Therefore, Han Qing couldn't dodge, he had to protect Fan Moya's safety, so he could only be forced to take the tricky and urgent arrows shot by the enemy leader.

Han Qing narrowly blocked it, the tiger's mouth was shocked and painful, and he sighed again in his heart that this person's strength was really perverted, I am afraid that he is a master whose strength is no less than his.

At this time, the leader of the enemy saw that the arrow was blocked, and he was not nervous at all, and calmly shot the third arrow, the fourth arrow, and the two arrows staggered forward, and it was difficult for ordinary people to resist.

However, Han Qing has experienced the baptism of the battlefield, and his heart is extremely strong, his careful eyes are more and more aroused, and his brain is highly concentrated.

He found the right time, gritted his teeth and took the first arrow, blocked two arrows with one arrow, and then reflected back, and his brilliant arrow solving technique made people applaud.

The soldiers were shot by arrows and fell off their horses, but they got their legs between their bellies and sat up straight.

Han Qing was secretly shocked, he shot them himself, but the soldiers were safe, seeing the hidden gold revealed after the clothes were torn, he guessed the secret, and his face began to turn a little pale.

"They actually wore soft gold armor...... Han Qing's face became more and more ugly, as long as they knew this soft gold armor in martial arts, water and fire would not invade, and the tip of the knife would not penetrate, this was a rare treasure.

Who is willing to make such a big spend, I'm afraid it is not the royal family.

Is it Mu Wan? Is it Muyun? Or is it ancient gold?

This group of people concealed their identities very well, and the tacit understanding between the battles was very good, without saying a word, they were all commanded by gestures, making it impossible to judge which country they were from from their body shape and accent.

Han Qingdi's mouth was already in pain, and he couldn't hold the knife.

He secretly cursed in his heart, the enemy is experienced, his methods are despicable and vicious, and he releases cold arrows one after another, wanting to temporarily hurt his knife-wielding hand, deprive him of the ability to fight back, and play a restraining role.

Han Qing handed over the knife in his right hand to his left hand, although he was accustomed to his right hand, he was actually a two-handed man, and his left and right hands were very flexible.

The leader made a gesture in his hand, and all of them aimed their bows and arrows at their horses, Han Qing quickly turned over and came to the horse, handed him the short knife, and said urgently: "They want to deal with the horse, let me control it."

After all, Fan Moya has been getting along with him for some time, and he knows Han Qing's strength very well, so he quickly gave up his position and took the short knife in Han Qing's hand.

In terms of equestrian control, Han Qing is indeed superior, he can instantly estimate the strength of horses in all aspects, quickly tame the fiercest horses, and even understand horse language.

The leader behind him, with his skills and eyes, was very vicious, and took advantage of the gap between them to exchange roles, and cold arrows came one after another.

Fan Moya picked up the short knife to block it, and spilled a handful of powder from his sleeve.

The pursuers put on special masks in an orderly manner, and Fan Moya was secretly shocked in his heart, I am afraid that this time without shedding a little blood, it will be difficult to retreat with his whole body.

Fan Moya was secretly annoyed that he had forgotten the sword when he saw it, and this time he didn't bring the White Bone Evil Sword with him, and he left with Han Qing, who was dressed beautifully, and lost a big helper.

If the evil sword is not there, if the little evil snake is there, with the help of this life-killing weapon, it will be much easier to deal with this group of people, but unfortunately he was driven away last time.

He came out today with some poison and hidden weapons to defend himself, but a group of powerful killers suddenly appeared.

They are also tightly wrapped all over their bodies, and they also wear soft gold armor that is invulnerable to swords, and they wear gas masks, isn't this bullying?

Han Qing controlled the horses, flexibly dodging the rain of arrows, the arrows in the hands of the killers were already few, and the pressure began to increase.

They exchanged glances, handed over the arrows to one person, took out the five-claw hook, and took turns to arrest people.

Fan Moya is accustomed to using long knives, and Han Qing's short knives are more suitable in hand-to-hand combat, and he can't give full play to his advantages in this long-distance fight.

Han Qing heard the horse's wheezing, which became weaker and weaker, and estimated in his heart that the arrow poison began to attack in the horse's body, and turned back to Fan Moya's ear and whispered: "Cover me, I'll get a horse."

Fan Moya nodded and threw the hidden weapon at the killers, Han Qing took advantage of the situation, kicked at the killer on the very edge, snatched the long knife in his hand, and drove the horse back.

The other killers saw through his intentions, and turned to besiege and entangle Han Qing, and simply shot the horse he stole to death, Han Qing secretly scolded, they were stingy.

The leader left his subordinates to deal with Han Qing, but he pulled out the sword at his waist and slashed at Fan Moya on the back of his horse.

Fan Moya naturally didn't want to fall behind, so he used a short knife and fought him in the air.

How do you know that Han Qing's knife is still a high-quality knife, it will be broken into two as soon as it collides with the opponent's long knife, and it can break fine iron, it must belong to a famous knife.

Fan Moya quickly recognized the long knife in the enemy's hand, which turned out to be the "soul slashing" among the ten famous weapons.

Soul Slashing, also known as Hundred People Slashing, was made by a famous swordsman in the previous dynasty, although it was not an ancient famous sword, but with its strong strength, it forcibly squeezed into the top four of the top ten famous weapons.

Broken Soul has a characteristic, the knife shape is simple and cold, the blade is slender and fluent like a long sword, the knife is hard and sharp, and it does not stick to a drop of water.

Broken bones can split mountains and grounds, and cut people's bones into pieces, which is the first sharp weapon for killing.

Fan Moya was defenseless, bare-handed, and didn't dare to face it, and retreated back in embarrassment, his silver eyes were very dignified.

Han Qing naturally knew that the long knife in the leader's hand was not mortal iron, and after a little distraction, the horse under him was slashed again, and it was out of control.

The horse had lost its usefulness, and Han Qing kicked over the horse, hitting several horses next door, causing a mess.

When the killers saw that Han Qing was about to attack the leader from behind, they reminded in a lost voice: "Manager Gao be careful!"

Han Qing smiled contemptuously, raised his knife to slash mercilessly, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Mr. Gao, who should I be with good skills?"

"You're not good at taking it with Muyun, what kind of fun are you making here." Han Qing slashed at Gao Sheng's neck with a sharp knife, but he turned around and dodged it quickly.

Gao Sheng didn't expect his subordinates to expose themselves, so he simply stopped pretending, fell back on the horse, and persuaded kindly: "Han Yuma, the emperor is very angry, you obediently go back with me to ask for guilt."

"Hehe, go back and ask for sin, the fool is dreaming." Han Qing chased after him, but Gao Sheng didn't dare to deal with it head-on, for fear of hurting him.

Han Qing was so smart, he quickly figured out the reason, and his heart was full of Xiao Jiujiu.