Chapter 660: The Grain Robbery Tragedy (5)

Just as Yang Qiushi was running back, a loud bang suddenly came from the place where he entered the town.

A thunderbolt fell from the sky.

There are no dark clouds, and thunder and lightning are not produced by nature, but by man.

Except for Ling Piaopiao, there is no one else.

Yang Qiushi quickly ran towards the place where Ling Piaopiao was, not because he was nervous, but because he still needed Ling Piaopiao's antidote to the poison on his body.

As soon as he rushed out, a group of black-clothed masked people and fierce ghost wolves rushed out of the houses on both sides of the street with closed doors and windows.

"Kill him!"

A masked man in black whispered, "Can't let him get out of here alive." ”

With a pang of heart, Yang Qiushi knew that it was this group of people who killed the people of this town.

However, the outfits of these people shocked Yang Qiushi very much.

The ghost wolf in black, this is the unique symbol of his Uncle Yin's black-clothed army.

If this group of people is a black-clothed army, Yang Qiushi doesn't dare to imagine it.

However, he didn't have time to think about it so much, because no less than twenty black-clad masked men pounced. Along with them, there are also their ghost wolf mounts.

With a wave of the long sword, Yang Qiushi shouted in a low voice, "The fourth style of the vertical and horizontal sword technique, the sword drawing style!"

An incomparably powerful sword aura swept forward with a devastating and decaying momentum.

The black-clothed men who stopped in front were injured and repelled one after another, and some were even killed on the spot by the sword qi that was directly swept into the vital point.

Yang Qiushi didn't dare to fight with these people, he had to quickly join up with Ling Piaopiao, otherwise even if he believed that his strength was good, he would have to be killed by these people.

Only by relying on the strength of Ling Piaopiao's Spirit Saint level could he leave here alive.

The long sword in his hand kept swinging, and he didn't need any other sword moves, just drew the sword from time to time.

And those men in black couldn't help it, they couldn't get into him at all.

The sword qi of the sword drawing style is sharp and fast, and as long as it is swept by the sword qi, it is either dead or injured.

While fighting, Yang Qiushi observed the situation in the field. There were men in black and ghost wolves on all sides, and people from other places were rushing here from time to time.

And Ling Piaopiao has long been shrouded in spells and black-clothed people.

Ruthless in his heart, Yang Qiushi slashed a black-clothed man at the level of an innate martial artist with a sword, and then shouted, "Bad woman, let's get together quickly!"

On the other side, Ling Piaopiao kept pinching spells in her hand, and one spell after another was waved out by her from time to time.

One by one, the people in black died one after another under her powerful spells.

However, there are too many of these black-clothed people, she is injured herself, and she can't fly away, as long as her true qi is consumed, her generation of drunken Yin Fang owners will die here.

This would be a great irony for her.

Hearing Yang Qiushi's words, Ling Piaopiao hurriedly increased the attack power and casting speed of the spell, and rushed towards Yang Qiushi.

"Everyone back away and let the ghost wolf get on. At this moment, a deep voice sounded, "This man is injured and cannot fly." Use the ghost wolf to consume her true qi, and then wait for the opportunity to kill her. ”

Following the voice, Ling Piaopiao looked over and saw a man in black standing on a house with a long thin sword looking at her.

"Damn it!"

Hearing this person's words, Ling Piaopiao snorted coldly, and a sharp lightning bolt fell from the sky and blasted towards that person.

However, the man seemed to have expected it, and jumped down from the roof, avoiding the lightning.

At the man's command, the other men in black retreated, while their ghost wolf mounts rushed forward.

Facing a ghost wolf with a body as strong as a cow, Ling Piaopiao screamed bitterly.

"Yan Yin, Yan Yin, even if I have dealt with your woman before, but it didn't work out, you don't need to send so many people to encircle and suppress me, right?" Ling Piaopiao secretly annoyed, "I should have used my spiritual sense to sweep it first, and I blamed that bastard boy." ”

Until now, Ling Piaopiao thought that these people were Yan Yin's revenge for her against Ye Qingchen in Zhenbei City.

"Draw the sword!"

"Draw the sword!"

"Draw the sword!"

..................

Yang Qiushi kept using the sword drawing style, and rushed towards Ling Piaopiao.

"Damn, this guy only knows how to use this trick. A man in black "can't let them meet, inform the second master, and let him deal with this son in person." ”

"Second Master!" Hearing this, Yang Qiushi, who was fighting with the other black-clothed people, secretly remembered it in his heart.

"Draw the sword!"

It was another sword drawing move, and the sharp sword qi slashed across a sword rainbow and swept forward.

With a kick to fly away a ghost wolf that pounced from behind, Yang Qiushi quickly rushed towards the place where Ling Piaopiao was with the power of that kick.

Finally, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and it was less than ten zhang.

Although Ling Piaopiao had injuries on her body, with the help of her powerful spells, she forcibly turned her surroundings into a vacuum, making it difficult for those black-clothed people and ghost wolves to get close to her.

"Bastard boy, didn't you say that Yan Yin is your uncle, and the generals under him are all your uncles, why do these people even kill you. Ling Piaoyao said in a fluttering voice: "Mother, I don't want to die here." ”

"Bad woman, these people are not my Uncle Yin's subordinates, they killed all the people in this town, they are trying to kill us. Yang Qiushi struggled to resist the black-clothed people who attacked him around him, and shouted loudly, "Aren't you a spirit saint, you quickly destroy them all." ”

"Who the hell are you!" The black-clothed man with a thin sword jumped in front of Yang Qiushi and said in a deep voice, "Who are you, Yan Yin." ”

Looking at this person, Yang Qiushi guessed that this person might be the second master mentioned by the group of black-clothed people just now.

With a cold snort, Yang Qiushi said, "Well, he is my uncle." Some of my uncles are the generals who are now in charge of the army in Northern Xinjiang. If you kill us, they will not spare you. ”

"That being the case, then you can't be left behind!" the man in black with a thin sword slashed at Yang Qiushi and said, "If she is really a Spirit Saint, then she will not be besieged by us." ”

Yang Qiushi hurriedly blocked the sword to block it, and then to his horror, the seemingly slender long sword actually cut off the long sword in his hand forged with five layers of black crystall.

The hesitant thin sword was longer than an ordinary sword, and Yang Qiushi was slashed into his left shoulder blade by the thin sword.

However, before he could retreat, another cold sword stabbed at him from behind.

A man in black stabbed Yang Qiushi in the back with a sword, directly through his chest.

"Ahh

A sword slashed, and the man holding the thin sword slashed at the neck of Yang Qiushi, who fell to the ground.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, a jade bottle deflected the man's thin sword.

A strong gust of wind swept in, and I saw Ling Piaopiao rushing over, knocking the man away with one palm, and then grabbed Yang Qiushi, who had fallen to the ground, and quickly crossed the person ** into the distance.

"Poof" The man spat out a mouthful of blood, then stopped his body and covered his chest to look at the two people who were far away, and then said in a deep voice to the people around him, "Change your clothes and transport the grain and grass away as soon as possible, and kill all the ghost wolves before leaving, and burn this place!"

However, it was said that after Ling Piaopiao saw Yang Qiushi suffering a heavy blow, he immediately endured the pain of the dantian regardless of it, forcibly rushed over, picked up Yang Qiushi, and shot into the distance.

She didn't fly far with Yang Qiushi, she only flew less than twenty miles before falling headlong in a barren grass.

Ling Piaopiao's face was pale, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

However, she didn't have time to rest, but hurriedly picked up Yang Qiushi to convey his true qi.

"Bastard, you don't want to die. Ling Piaopiao endured the pain while transmitting true qi to Yang Qiushi, "If you die, I won't have a coolie as stupid as you." ”

With the input of Ling Piaopiao's true qi, Yang Qiushi's vitality began to show some signs of lifting.

However, his injuries were too severe, and the sword that pierced his chest and back directly broke his heart.

If it weren't for Ling Piaopiao who used his true qi to help him forcibly protect his heart in time, Yang Qiushi would have died.

Despite this, Ling Piaopiao knew that there was not much true qi in her body, and she herself was seriously injured, and if she was caught up by those people, she would definitely die.

Enduring the pain of the dantian as if it was about to explode, Ling Piaopiao used all his strength to carry Yang Qiushi on his back, and then held his hand to convey his true qi to him, and walked towards the depths of the barren grass step by step.

"Bastard, silly boy, my mother was killed by you this time. As she walked, she said helplessly to herself, "I want to be the owner of the drunken Yinfang, a spiritual saint, and I ended up like this today." I knew that I shouldn't have come out to deal with Ye Qingchen that day. Not to mention being injured by the firebird beside Ye Qingchen, I finally ran to the Broken Sky Ridge to heal my injuries, and not long after the injury, I was seriously injured by the blood demon. Now that I have encountered this again, my old wound has not healed and I have added a new wound. Ouch, why is my life so miserable!"

As he was talking, Ling Piaopiao's heart suddenly moved, looked at the barren grass in front of him, and said coldly, "Who!"

"Don't ...... Don't kill us," a very frightened woman's voice came into Ling Piaopiao's ears.

Picking up the grass, I saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl hugging a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl tightly looking at Ling Piaopiao, her voice trembling, "Don't...... Don't kill us. ”

Seeing that it was two women, Ling Piaopiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the two of them, Ling Piaopiao said, "Who are you, what are you called, and why are you hiding here?"

The girl said in a trembling voice, "I...... My name is Li Shihui, and this is my sister, called ...... It's called Li Shiya. Yes...... There was a group of men in black, and they killed everyone in the town last night, and we were from one place...... Escape from the tunnel. ”

Hearing this, Ling Piaopiao understood that these two people were the people of that town.

looked at the two of them, although they were dirty, but they could also see that they were both beautiful embryos.

"He's been injured in dealing with those men in black, and you're going to help me take care of him from now on, you know!" Ling Piaopiao said with a threatening gesture, "If you don't obey, I'll kill you all." ”

"Yes...... Yes" Li Shihui looked at Ling Piaopiao in fear, and responded in a trembling voice.

Nodding, Ling Piaopiao said, "It's not bad, you two, hurry up and lead the way in front and find a safe place, I need to heal." ”

"Former ...... There is a small river in front and a grove on the opposite side of the river. Looking at Ling Piaopiao nervously, Li Shihui hugged her sister Li Shiya tightly and said, "We can ...... You can go there. ”

"Then go there!" Ling Piaopiao said, "Those people will soon chase after you, hurry up." ”

In this way, Ling Piaopiao carried the seriously injured Yang Qiushi on his back and disappeared into the wild grass with the two little girls.