-- The rivers and lakes are endless, and the alliance of life and death in troubled times, but with the blood of brothers, the knife is dyed red.

Just when Ning Xichen was silently calculating the distance from the thief group and was about to wait for an opportunity to move, a sword came west.

Just as the guard who had just died gently closed his eyes and the corpse was not cold, an arrow struck.

The sword is a good sword, with a fierce sword aura, the blade of the sword shot directly at the back of Ning Xichen's heart, but in the blink of an eye, Ning Xichen, whose body had just landed on horseback, noticed the strangeness coming from behind him.

With a muffled snort from Luo Xiyue's guards, the feather arrow shot into the chest of a guard, and the arrow came out through the chest and pierced deeply into the frozen official road, and the tail of the arrow shook sharply and buzzed.

The war horse under Ning Xichen was still galloping, and the guards behind him were still guarding the luxurious carriage Luo Xiyue was riding in with their lives.

The faces of those who are young or vicissitudes of life are full of fortitude, and they want to go forward, even if the person who has fallen at this moment is their relative, their former savior, and no one looks back—just when the previous man fell from his horse, someone immediately filled his vacancy and protected him with his own body around the carriage.

The guards clenched the spears in their hands, and they wanted to defend their dignity with their lives.

It is better to die than to flee.

Feeling the coolness behind him, Ning Xichen frowned slightly when he turned around, and then quickly raised the knife in his hand.

The hand holding the knife is strong and powerful.

It's just that with the touch of the sword, Ning Xichen's body trembled slightly, Rao was protected by the iron armor of the rune, and he still felt some pinprick pain in his body.

Sword Sect?

The thieves group actually hid the masters of the Sword Sect in the mountains and forests?

Ning Xichen, who was on horseback, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then raised his head stubbornly.

In the distance, behind the shadows of the trees, which were getting brighter as the sun was rising, a strong wind suddenly struck without warning, and the wind swept up the snow on the ground, causing the snow on the branches to fall one after another.

Behind the wind and snow, a figure appeared.

The man was clinging to the big tree surrounded by frost, his body was wrapped in a long black robe, unlike those masked thieves, the person who appeared at this moment was not masked, a shriveled face was full of wrinkles left by the years, and his two eyes were small but staring at Ning Xichen like electricity.

He couldn't have imagined that this little leader of the guards would be able to withstand his own blow.

With the appearance of this old man, another figure also slowly appeared in Ning Xichen's sight.

The new person was about forty years old and bloated, if it weren't for the bow and arrow he was holding in his hand at the moment to remind Ning Xichen that the guards who died just now were all done by him, Ning Xichen didn't believe that this face dressed in brocade clothes like a merchant would be a demon who killed people without blinking.

When the first person appeared, a person's name appeared in Ning Xichen's mind, but with the appearance of the second person, Ning Xichen began to doubt whether his judgment was correct.

If the disciples of the Buddhist Sect are all compassionate hearts, then the Silent Master who was expelled from the sect by the Buddhist Sect twenty years ago is an outlier.

Although it has not appeared on the road for twenty years, the rumors about this withered master in the Firmament Continent have not stopped, after all, the number of people who have been expelled from the sect by Buddhism is very small, and the conditions for choosing disciples in Buddhism are extremely strict.

After twenty years, Master Silence's appearance has changed a lot, but judging from the black clothes and the red mole between his eyebrows, Ning Xichen guessed that this old man was Master Silence.

And that businessman-looking master, if Ning Xichen remembers correctly, is Yan Hu, who was blacklisted by the Yan Kingdom Imperial Family, the leader of the Skeleton Thieves Group, which is the fifth strongest in the Mainland Thieves Regiment.

It is rumored that Master Kull has always liked to be alone and does not like to be with others, and now that these two people are here together, it must be said that it is a little surprising, not to mention that it is still in such a situation.

Unmasked, they seem not afraid of what others will find, which is a sign of self-confidence.

Although he didn't say a word, Ning Xichen sighed silently in his heart, then reached out and grabbed the reins in his hand, and the war horse who knew a little about human nature neighed and stood still, and glanced back at his master with a little uneasiness.

"Escort the convoy away. Ning Xichen, who roared in a low voice, patted the horse's back with his left hand, his leg was slightly forced, and he stood on the horse's back, raising the knife in his right hand, and the tip of the knife pointed at the sky.

The guards didn't seem to see Ning Xichen, who was driving their horses back and rushing towards Master Silence and Yan Hu, and they flapped the horses under them and continued to move forward.

Looking at Ning Xichen, who was rushing towards him, a sneer appeared on the corner of Master Silence's mouth, and he coldly spit out four words: I don't think I can do anything.

The shadow of the sword strikes again.

Rather wash the dust and be calm.

The shadow of the sword missed.

As Ning Xichen abandoned his horse and rushed towards the Silent Master with a knife in both hands, the feather arrow in Yan Hu's hand was aimed at the running carriage.

One, two.

The feathered arrow shot at the two running horses at a strange angle.

Seeing the two corpses fall to the ground, Yan Hu frowned, the vehicle protected by the guards was less than twenty meters away from the thief group in front, and it was possible to rush over at any time - on the battlefield, the infantry had an advantage over the light cavalry, that is, the number was superior, if it was not for the difference in proportion, it would still be a defeat, this is common sense.

With the curved bow in his hand still on the ground, Yan Hu glanced at the Silent Master on the side, although the latter stared at Ning Xichen, but as if he had eyes, although he did not meet Yan Hu's gaze, the Silent Master nodded lightly.

Seeing the answer he wanted, Yan Hu shouted angrily, then took a step back, stretched out his arm like a calf, and hugged a bucket-like tree in front of him.

At the moment when Yan Hu hugged the big tree, a faint light appeared on Yan Hu's arm, and his body shook, Yan Hu's two feet stepped into the frozen soil, only to hear Yan Hu roar loudly, and the big tree with the thickness of a bucket was uprooted by Yan Hu like a tender seedling that had just been drilled out of the ground!

Holding the big tree, Yan Hu took advantage of the situation and threw the big tree out - the big tree rushed to the running carriage with a whistling sound.

What a terrifying strength this is, picking leaves can hurt people, but that's it.

Seeing such a situation, Ning Xichen paused, his feet made his body soar into the air, and he slammed in front of the big tree with a knife in both hands.

The shadow of the knife appeared behind Ning Xichen.

Luo Xiyue watched all this quietly, as if she had returned to many years ago, when Qi Tianlie turned the tide with the power of one person in the chaotic road.

As if a memory, Luo Xiyue closed her eyes after looking back.

A loud bang was heard in the distance.

A knife fell into the snow.

The bloody hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

Someone's eyes widened.