When Meng Qingyi heard this, he stuck his long knife into the ground, stretched out his free hands, tore a strip from the placket of his clothes, and tied up the long hair that was scattered and covered his eyes like a man.

She lifted the red tasseled black knife, held the knife in both hands, crossed it in front of her, and spat out two words:

"Come again!"

"Good!"

Wan Tuhu shouted, rushed three steps in a row, jumped up, in the air, turned over and down, and slashed down with a sword!

The killing giant sword, diagonally down, with the momentum of this fall, was like a black lightning, slashing directly at the top of Meng Qingyi's head!

And Meng Qingyi's eyes were amazingly bright at the moment, and the long knife in his hand was raised horizontally, and he made up his mind to take this sword hard!

The majestic murderous aura and sword intent came from the wrist, Meng Qingyi's chest and abdomen shook, the qi and blood surged, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out......

The first sword just now was for, indignantly killed!

When a man kills, one is angry!

The puppet was furious, and the blood was splattered in five steps!

Even if he is a prince and a ruler, the king of a country, and annoys Lao Tzu, he must take the head with a sword!

So this first sword, casual, violent, happy, straight to the chest, reckless!

And this second sword is for, seal the marquis and kill!

There are many marquis in the world, and the marquis is a murderer!

This sword is for ambition, fame, and ambition!

So this second sword, cold, ruthless, persistent, heroic, cut through the fetters, irresistible!

After receiving such a sword, Meng Qingyi has already suffered internal wounds!

And feeling this sword intent, her eyes did not dim, but became brighter and brighter, the corners of her mouth were bloody, and she laughed a few times:

"Who said that the daughter is not a marquis, the beacon fire, the wolf, the smoke and the goose Pingchuan!"

With the sword of Wan Tu Hu, Meng Qingyi reflexively rose up and swept out with a sword!

This knife, rolling and collapsing!

The surging sword flashed in everyone's eyes, as if they saw the desert of thousands of miles, in the midst of the beacon fire and wolf smoke, a woman with her pride, her ambition, her arrogance, like a lone goose in the sky, killing the enemy alone, riding a horse to break through the Pingchuan......

The sword of Wan Tuhu was borrowed by Meng Qingyi, and the sword intent and sword intent were combined into one, and he counterattacked!

Even if it was him, he was forced to retreat!

Wan Tuhu retreated half a step slower, and his sword aura was like countless small and sharp daggers, tearing through his clothes, and his entire upper body was drenched in blood for a while!

Wan Tuhu was half covered in blood, standing with his sword in his hand, still with an indifferent face......

"It's over!

Gongsun Qingzhi's eyes widened, and her voice trembled a little.

"It's going to be bad!" Lin Hu also looked worried.

Regarding the reaction of the two, Xiong Sifang was surprised: "Ah, Uncle Wan should be fine, it's just a minor injury......"

Lin Hu couldn't help but shake his head and looked at the field without saying a word.

Their worries are not for Ah Hu, but for Nameng Qingyi!

Today, although he is an opponent, he has undoubtedly won their respect.

Especially Gongsun Qingzhi, Lu Tiantian and Su Handai and others, who are all women, naturally empathize with them and admire them very much, although they are fighting, they really don't want to have any danger on both sides!

And now, although Wan Tuhu was injured, everyone had excellent eyesight, and naturally saw that this knife only caused him some skin trauma!

These injuries look terrifying, but under Ah Hu's powerful bloodline physique, it can be said that they have no effect!

However, Lin Hu and Gongsun Qingzhi knew that the Ten Thousand Slaughter Tiger who saw blood was no longer the usual Ten Thousand Slaughter Tiger, he became more fierce, crazy, fierce and fierce!

Even if Lin Hu was against Wan Tu Hu, who was injured and had murderous intent, he was not sure of victory in his heart.

What's even more terrifying is that Lin Hu knows that Ah Hu is not like ordinary people, he only sees people and can only divide friends and enemies, there has never been a distinction between men and women, and naturally there are no words "pity and cherish jade" in his heart......

Lin Hu was about to say a reminder, but at this time, Wan Tuhu had already moved!

His face was indifferent, the fierce light in his eyes was as thick as a flame, the blood bathed in the body, and the picture of ten thousand wolves devouring tigers on a moonlit night tattooed on his body was like a vivid life, showing his grandeur!

Wan Tuhu stabbed forward with a sword-

No, peace, kill!

After the feudal killing, it is an uneven killing.

There are too many people in the world who are uneven, and this sword is to level the injustice of the world!

Kill all the squares of peace!

The killing intent of this sword is stronger and stronger than the first three swords!

The sword of the Ten Thousand Slaughtering Tiger was cut out, and the killing intent turned upside down, and in one sword, there seemed to be a thousand swords and ten thousand swords hidden in it, and the sword qi killing intent was endless, and the changes were endless......

And Meng Qingyi, the knife just cut out is already the peak, and it has been injured inside, and the spirit has declined, and it is difficult to resist when encountering such a sword!

She gritted her teeth and clenched the long knife in her hand, although she knew that she was invincible, she didn't have the slightest intention of retreating in her heart!

She shouted and swung her knife to fight back!

However, in just an instant, the sword qi was defeated, and the sword of the Ten Thousand Slaughtering Tiger was invincible, and it drove straight in, piercing Meng Qingyi's chest......

"No!"

In the Ten Mile Pavilion, Yu Meng and Yu Chi Aoshan shouted, and their eyes were about to split!

However, at this time, it is too late to rescue!

Look at the madman's fierce sword momentum, he didn't even give Boss Meng the gap to admit defeat!

"Hu!"

Lin Hu and others also exclaimed loudly!

But this sword was so fast that everyone didn't expect it, and it was difficult to stop!

Meng Qingyi's long knife suddenly took off his hand, his mind was blank, and what came into his eyes was the killing giant sword, the bloody moonlit night ten thousand wolves devouring tigers, and the cold and crazy eyes......

Meng Qingyi's heart palpitated, he followed his master to practice the way of swords since he was a child, entered the Northern Desert at the age of twelve, and returned to Xianyang at the age of twenty-two.

It was the first time she felt an emotion.

This emotion is called fear!

In the ten years she has been in the Northern Desert, she has also met the strongest of the tribe several times!

Those who are the strongest of the barbarians can easily crush the most powerful mechanical armor with their fists, and their bodies can resist the six-rank spells that destroy the heavens and the earth!

However, these so-called Northern Desert Supreme Strong, but they didn't give her any sense of fear!

"In time, I will surpass it!"

She is confident, convinced, convinced that it must be so!

But the person in front of her is similar to her, or even slightly inferior to him, but the feeling she feels is so frightened, and she can't overcome fear in this life!

"I'm lightly clothed, since there are people who can't win, aren't they, just die at the hands of this person?"

Meng Qingyi's thoughts at this time, no one can guess except herself!

Because they are not lightly clothed after all, what they see is that Meng's eyes are indifferent, calmly being killed......

Just a thud -

The killing sword struck her cyan heavy armor, making only a crisp sound, but it suddenly stopped, no longer piercing!

There was a moment of confusion in Meng Qingyi's eyes, she naturally knew that the armor she was wearing was just an ordinary thing in the army, and she couldn't guard against the sword of Wan Tu Hu!

But the unstoppable sword of Wan Tu Hu was blocked like this.

The torrential rain stopped.

Wan Tuhu's eyes gradually cleared, the murderous aura slowly dispersed, he took a step back, and the killing sword on Meng Qingyi's chest slowly moved away.

Wan Tuhu looked at the confused Meng Qingyi, tilted his head, put down the killing sword, thought about it, and somewhat clumsily repeated the words of his senior brother before:

"Just a ...... to learn"

Hearing this, I saw that no matter whether Da Qin and Lin Hu were on their side, they all breathed a sigh of relief!

Lin Hu wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and looked at Wan Tuhu, his eyes full of surprise.

"You lost, I won. Wan Tuhu said in a muffled voice.

Meng Qingyi was indifferent, her head bowed, not knowing what she was thinking.

Wan Tuhu frowned, seeing that although she did not admit defeat, she had no intention of fighting again, and turned around to leave.

"Wait!" Meng Qingyi finally looked up and suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Wan Tuhu turned his head, his put away killing sword clenched again, and his eyes were cold.

Meng Qingyi looked at him, calm and indifferent: "How old are you this year?"

"Huh?" Wan Tuhu's eyes were full of confusion.

"How old are you this year?" Meng Qingyi asked again, still calm.

Wan Tuhu was stunned, infected by her inexplicable emotions, and subconsciously spoke: "...... Eighteen. ”

"In the Northern Desert tribes, a man must marry a wife at the age of thirteen. Have you ever been married?"

"Huh?"

"I ask you, have you ever been married?"

“...... No, I didn't!"

"I'm twenty-three this year, and I've never been married, I want to marry you, are you willing to marry me?"