After the spring window butterfly slashed at the tall and thin man's right arm, Lin Manliu did not immediately cut off the entire arm of his right hand, the other party may still have the ability to resist, he is too close to the tall and thin man's position, his broken sword can still stab himself to serious injury as long as he reacts fast enough, and the young man in a short shirt with a trace of reason told him that he must use it to distance himself, and he never thought that the spring window butterfly would be so sharp and shatter the opponent's long sword with just one blow.

The young man who succeeded in the blow took a few steps back, and once again held the sword and pointed straight at the tall thin man who was still in shock, the other party also recovered from the shock, and his right hand should still be able to hold the sword, the tall and thin man held the broken sword tighter and gasped at the young man in front of him and scolded: "It's really surprising to me, it can hurt me, I don't know if your sword is too strong or your potential is still there, you puppy mongrel, I'm going to kill you today and snatch your sword."

After that, the tall and thin man ignored the blood in his right hand, and rushed towards Lin Manliu with a broken sword and slashed indiscriminately, as if he wanted to chop the young man in front of him into a mess of minced meat. At this moment, it became a short-shirted boy to dodge this person's random swing one by one, and when he had the opportunity to take advantage of it, a sword slashed at the tall and thin man's calf, left hand, lower abdomen, and waist, all of which were cut at an extremely fast speed, and did not seek to seriously injure the other party with a single blow.

Gradually, there were more wounds on the tall and thin man's body, but his broken sword only stabbed Lin Manliu's forearm and thigh twice, and the two probably wanted to kill each other in this way of exchanging injuries for injuries, and neither wanted to risk killing him with one blow. The tall and thin man's figure was probably due to the increase in wounds, and some imperceptible purple-red blood lines gradually appeared on his neck, while the figure of the short-shirted boy changed faster and faster, just like just now, every time he struck his sword, he had to go out faster than the next time.

Finally, under Lin Manliu's twenty-sixth sword move, the tall and thin man's gray robe was shattered, and blood seeped out from under the broken gray robe, soaking the entire gray robe in a dark red, he could no longer hold on to the action of swinging the sword, and the whole person fell to the mud. The short-shirted young man saw him fall, and walked towards the position where the tall and thin man fell, but walked to the side of Yue Hanzhi and helped him up, and then picked up Shan Yexing's left hand and looked upside down at the position of the tall and thin man, and with a wave of his left hand, he directly threw Shan Yexing, straight to the neck of the tall and thin man, and it was the sword that flew Guluan.

Seeing that he still didn't react, he stopped slowly walking towards the tall and thin man who was already dead, pulled up the mountain and returned it to the sheath, and then untied the black cloth strip tied on his right hand, he closed his eyes sluggishly, and there was no smile on his face and even a little tear stained from the corner of his eye.

The clouds and mist in the sky seemed to be gradually dissipating because of the end of the battle, and the woman in blue looked at the young man with his back to the sun in the sun, although he was in the sun, he showed a fairly clean back, but hidden in the shadows was a bloody face and scarred arms.

When the clear sky finally came, after confirming that the two disciples of the Wind and Snow Daguanlou who were blocking the road were killed by Lin Manliu and Yue Hanzhi, the caravan men began to gasp for breath, everyone looked at each other's still alive figures, hugged each other and said the words that had survived, and finally everyone looked down at the thin figure with their backs to them, who was clearly younger than them or shorter than them, and they were preparing to cheer to greet the little heroes and caravan bodyguards who kept praising them.

Lin Manliu turned sideways to them, revealing a bloody face and said to them: "Everyone, hurry up and pack up these two corpses and set off first, don't wait here, I'm afraid that this place will be found out, it's better to leave quickly."

Seeing this, the young man in the short shirt naturally knew why they were like this, so he looked at the caravan steward who had been hiding aside and kept beating his chest, and said to him: "It's better for the steward to get on the road quickly, leave a fast horse and the wounded medicine and clear water, and I will come up to look for you quickly after the moon girl is bandaged."

When the caravan steward heard the shouting to himself, he immediately got up and shouted before he could see Lin Manliu's appearance: "Hurry up and find a place to bury these corpses, don't touch anything casually, you two quickly prepare horses and wound medicine and water for the little brother Manliu, and we will go on the road first."

Under the arrangement of the steward, everyone in the caravan gathered up as soon as possible, and Yue Hanzhi walked to Lin Manliu's side and asked in a low voice, "I'm afraid that the people in the caravan will be uneasy and kind enough to stab them in the back?" ”。

The young man in the short shirt didn't reply, but just kicked the pebble next to him casually, and the woman in blue didn't ask any more questions. After a while, Lin Manliu had all the things he wanted, and everyone in the caravan buried the body and officially went on the road.

The two of them worked together to lead the horses away from the official road, and before they found a stream in the mountains and forests, they tied the horses and prepared to bandage the wounds, "It can be regarded as a stream in the Jiangnan realm, and it didn't take long to find a stream," Yue Hanzhi said jokingly.

The short-shirted boy just hummed and began to clean his wounds, his injuries were mainly two arms, and he was tortured by the tall and thin man at that time, deliberately humiliating him, cutting his two arms with a sword after sword, it was really a bad taste, and it was dealt with in a short time.

He turned to look at the woman in blue, and found that she didn't clean the wound at the first time, but cleaned up the blood stain on her cheek first, and smoothed the green silk on her ears, the young man in the short shirt didn't know the anger and strength that came from, and wiped the clean gauze with clear water to the wound of the moon cold branch, the woman in blue was obviously frightened by his actions, and wanted to resist but didn't have the strength to resist, and the fatigue after the vicious battle made her unable to lift her strength at all, and Lin Manliu still cleaned and bandaged her wounds.

"Did you pretend before, you have been so ruthless and unreasonable since you were a child?" Yue Hanzhi looked at the young man who bandaged himself rudely with some anger.

"I've had a stubborn personality since I was a child, and it's like this" The short-shirted boy didn't want to give her any good looks, and the strength in his hands became bigger and bigger.

"Can you be gentle when you put the wound medicine in gauze, ah, hey, talk to you."

"If you don't bandage it, the wound is easy to crack when you ride a horse..."

"Oh...... Or tap it.

"What should I do on the lower abdomen, I was already injured last time, and this time I was kicked by the dead fat man."

"I'll ...... it myself".

Before Yue Hanzhi finished speaking, Lin Manliu dropped the gauze and Qing Shui bamboo tube and got up to tie up her Spring Window Butterfly, she looked at the back of this indifferent turn, and took a bite in the void, as if she wanted to bite this stinky child. As a result, she may have exhausted her strength to recover a little strength, and her hand to hold the bamboo tube was almost unstable, and her mouth let out bursts of sighs from time to time, as if she really couldn't hold the things in her hands.

The young man in the short shirt was tying his spring window butterfly, looking at the moon cold branch on the rock behind him, and sighed and had to turn his head.