Jiuyue's eyelids barely stretched a slit, and she looked dizzily at Qianxun who was pressed under her, and there were a thousand and ten thousand sleepy insects singing a lullaby in her head. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Jiuyue wanted to ask, "Senior brother, what's going on?" He raised his tongue, but the base of his tongue stiffened, and he only heard the mosquito chirping in his own way.

She was dazed and saw her brother get up from under her, and after taking a few steps, she held the ground with her long sword, so depressed that she couldn't even straighten her back.

A long neighing sounded as if through a thick barrier, and the horse, which was still galloping, suddenly raised its front hooves, and the horse was almost upright, and when it fell to the ground again, the coachman's hand loosened, and he turned over and dismounted. The coachman didn't walk fast, dragging a long knife with a narrow back, obviously walking step by step, but he shook out a ghost, and Jiuyue couldn't see the driver's face clearly.

Jiuyue seemed to have never closed her eyes in her life, and couldn't help but want to lie in this grass for a long time.

……

Qianxun gulped in the fresh air, wanting to spit out the "gentle fragrance" in his lungs.

He had his back to the ground, which should have hurt a lot, but he didn't feel anything.

That's not a good thing.

The coachman had already arrived, his eyes shining and he turned around, "I have already been reminded below, please sit tight." But the two---" the coachman lengthened the tail note, which had a coercive connotation, "why didn't they listen?" ”

Qianxun's plain and soft facial lines suddenly sharpened, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Do what?" The coachman held the big knife sideways, casually lowered his eyes and stroked the tattered strips of cloth wrapped around the hilt, and sneered, "Our big boss wants to invite you to the mountain as a guest." ”

"Big boss?" Qianxun's first thought was the gang of bandits he met on the way to Hongdu, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

Not to mention 108,000 li away from Hong, but at least 8,000 li, how could those bandits come here and set up camp.

Is it the person of Princess Yuning? It can't be either. Even though Yuning has some power in Hongdu, she is a princess who is exiled, and it is absolutely impossible for her hand to reach Jincheng, which is located at the heel of the imperial city.

"You're in the same league as the beard?" Qianxun manipulated the spiritual power to rotate in the meridians for a week, and the spiritual power that was originally surging like a long river was now decaying like water vapor in the empty valley, floating in the meridians without obeying the call, and that body of cultivation did not seem to be his.

Qianxun stretched his face and glanced at the sleeping Jiuyue, "You want a spirit stone?" Well, here you go. ”

The coachman suddenly laughed, "Haven't you heard of the name of Black Wind Dead Man Mountain?" ”

Behind Qianxun, there was the sound of "kicking and stomping" horses' hooves from far and near, and he didn't have to look back, he also knew that the barren mountains and mountains, and the people on the horses were coming for him.

Sure enough, the voice of the down-and-out scholar sounded behind him, "The rules on the road are naturally 'stay alive without money, keep money without leaving your life', but Your Excellency seems to be not shallow, we do this business, we are cautious, worried about retaliation, and ask Ling Mei to go to the village to make a guarantee." ”

There was a "crunch", and the coachman suddenly fell straight down.

"Everyone, be careful!" The down-and-out scholar was in a hurry, and couldn't help shouting.

But it was too late, and a row of small arrows came horizontally, and the tips of the arrows were green and poisonous.

The iron bracer buckled on Qianxun's wrist is actually a hidden weapon that can shoot out hidden arrows.

There were seven arrows in total, and he had just used one out, leaving six left.

Six arrows, he turned around with his sword and saw exactly six people.

So he can't miss.

The Hidden Arrow was given to him by Lingji Zhenren before leaving.

At that time, Qianxun heard that the arrow was quenched with poison, and he always felt that it was not very bright, so he shirked it and said no.

"Xun'er, although you are unlucky, you did not worship me." When Lingji Zhenren said this, he was secretly scolding in his heart, Ziwei didn't know what luck he had, and he accepted an apprentice with such good qualifications.

"But Uncle Shi also watched you grow up, and knows what is good and bad about you," Lingji Zhenren restrained his usual appearance of being light and light, and when the sky fell, he took out a handful of candy and gave it to his juniors with a smile, and said, "At the moment of life and death, being tolerant of the enemy is cruel to yourself." ”

"You don't think about yourself, but maybe you have someone you want to protect?" Lingji Zhenren blocked Qianxun's mouth with this sentence, "What means are really heavy on the person who kills him?" ”

This is the first time Qianxun has killed someone.

It was a not-so-bright approach.

The sword holding him trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind, and he felt a little tired.

But it's not over yet.

……

There is a small arrow stuck in the folding fan of the down-and-out scholar, but such a thin paper can block the sleeve arrow, which should be a magic weapon.

He looked at his companions who were bleeding black blood from the seven orifices, and the yellow and thin hands holding the handle of the fan bulged one by one.

First, he didn't expect Qianxun to react so quickly.

Second, he didn't expect that after Qianxun was hit by the gentle incense, his mind seemed to be quite clear, and at least he still had the strength to stand up.

He looked at Qianxun's left hand with some fear, and was wary of him shooting another small arrow quenched with poison in a cold manner.

But he knew he couldn't wait any longer.

Drag it for a second, and the effect of gentle incense will be weaker by one point.

The fan in his hand condescendingly smashed down on Qianxun's forehead, as heavy as a mountain, with the weight of an earth spirit.

Qianxun lifted the sword and stabbed it crookedly, this style was a little bit of the shadow of the sword move of the father-in-law, but it was slowed down by twenty times, frame by frame, like a comic book.

This move is a life-for-life move, if the down-and-out scholar slaps the fan down, Qianxun's sword will pierce his chest without hindrance.

The down-and-out scholar folded the fan and slashed down towards Qianxun's sword.

The blade of the sword hummed violently, and a mouth was missing.

This shock, Qianxun woke up a little.

He makes the less commonly used "fine snow winding silk", a very soft swordsmanship.

The pale heaven and earth, the sword light is as slender and fluttering as the first snow, and it is raised one after another, covering many big points on the body of the down-and-out scholar, using a "skillful" strength.

Most of the swordsmanship taught by Ziwei Zhenren to Qianxun is wide open and magnificent.

But Jiu Yue didn't have enough strength, so he threw the sword in three strokes and two strokes. Ziwei Zhenren had no choice, so she had to rack her brains to tailor a set of softer swordsmanship for her, and "fine snow winding" was one of the moves. Qianxun used this trick at this time, but he felt that it was quite convenient.

The down-and-out scholar came and went, and he only felt as if he was flawed everywhere.

Suddenly, there was a strange movement behind him.

Qianxun was immediately alert, but his head was sluggish and couldn't turn around, and he suddenly felt a little creepy.

A thought popped through his head, the coachman wasn't dead.

……

A drop of blood was splashed on Jiuyue's face, warm and salty.

The long, narrow-backed knife slashed down without skill and slashed into Qianxun's shoulder blade without hindrance.

It's a dream.

It's a nightmare, and I'll wake up after a while.

But why does my heart hurt so much, as if it was split in half by the long knife with a narrow back?

"Don't—" Jiuyue's tongue was numb, she heard her own hoarse scream, she tried to get up, and crashed into the coachman, only to find that her limbs were extremely heavy.

She couldn't lift it.

The coachman suddenly screamed.

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