Seeing that the little girl was about to pounce in front of Chen Ping.

Aunt Mei's angry and helpless roar rang in her ears......

Chen Ping moved.

Caught up first.

His hands seemed to be hugging.

Mei Gu quietly slowed down.

Zhuang Hongyi, who was in a red robe fluttering in the wind on the wheel, had a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, which made him even more ridiculous.

"Puff ......"

A bright blade suddenly flashed.

A knife tip, peeking out from the back of the little girl's heart.

Everyone's expressions froze.

Especially the little girl who was running, her face was first joyful, then painful, then stunned, and then desperate.

A small face changed into countless expressions in an instant.

Even the strongest actor has to bow down in front of her.

"For ...... What? ”

The little girl looked up and wanted to ask what was going on, but she never knew where her flaws were.

At this time, her heart was pierced, and she felt that the strength of her whole body was rapidly weakening, and her face could no longer maintain her childish and innocent countenance, and as the qi escaped, the qi and blood flowed.

The face soon became a goose skin, like the bark of a tree, and the muscles on the arms became spotted and no longer smooth and supple.

What kind of little girl is this, obviously a short old woman dressed up.

can make a six or seven-year-old child look beautiful, which makes people feel pity...... This person's martial arts skills have not been shown, but he is definitely a master of his ability to use poison and the ability to judge people's psychology.

"I've never seen a child's fingernails so long, and there is still poison powder hidden in them? Also, if you weren't too greedy and insidious, and didn't have two poisonous needles between your fingers, I'd be a little softer. ”

Whether it will be soft-hearted, Chen Ping doesn't know.

Even if he saw the other party's flaws, the stab just now almost pierced his conscience and bottom line.

After all, no matter how you look at it, the other party is like a six or seven-year-old child.

Even if you know that there is a ghost, when you kill someone, you are very good at heart.

Facts have proved that his judgment is actually correct, and he is not right.

"Despicable means, after all, can't be put on the table, what other means? Just take it out. ”

Chen Ping raised his head, his knives swung slightly, and he smiled coldly.

There was a light on the face.

The other party thought that he was chasing after him to save people, and he must be a normal young man with a pure heart and was carried away by blood.

It is normal to want to directly extinguish your own attack at the lowest cost.

Thus.

Zhuang Hongyi is not as confident as she appears.

All posturing, in fact, is just psychological tactics.

"Don't be ashamed!"

Zhuang Hongyi's arms shook slightly, she couldn't hold back any longer, her figure rushed forward, and the double red silk around her waist rose to the sky, and the sky was full of red shadows.

The two sharp short swords at the tip of the red silk broke through the wind, like a spirit snake spitting letters, fluttering......

In an instant, he stabbed Chen Ping in more than ten key points.

"It can't be stopped, this thief's mother-in-law has an internal qi attached to the army, extending three zhang, and the twelve canons have opened at least six veins, and even opened seven veins......"

On the carriage in front of her, the woman in the sword shirt had never looked away since the "little girl" was stabbed to death by Chen Ping.

She had a very strange look on her face.

There is appreciation, there is shame, there is regret, there is worry......

It was like knocking over a bottle of Baiwei.

In the same situation, the same use of compassion to plot.

The other party is at ease...... To put it mildly, the plan was broken, and not a single cold hair was injured.

As for himself, he is stupid and calculated.

It was even more shameful to be tied to the carriage, like a lamb waiting to be killed, with three key points in the vest, and was pierced by silver needles to seal the blood.

Seeing the other party arrive at this time, the sword-shirted woman rose a glimmer of hope in her heart, and she was afraid that this hope would be dashed, so she couldn't help but start reminding her.

Because, in her cognition, ordinary qi and blood martial arts cultivators do not know how to break the law and intercept the qi, and it is easy for the opponent's internal qi to invade the meridians when the blades intersect, and directly attack the five internal organs.

After a few hits, he vomited blood and was injured, and he couldn't hold on.

"It's not necessarily unstoppable."

Chen Ping laughed.

He did not retreat but advanced, and while stepping forward, the fangs and double knives in his hands were staggered, and a style of "dragon out of the water" slashed up and down.

It was as if he didn't even look at the rain of swords that came like a torrential rain, but just followed his intuition and slashed into the air.

While......

Two crunch sounds turned into one.

Immediately afterward, there were countless small sounds of gold and iron crashing, resounding in a continuous stream.

Wrong steps, pads, jumps, arrow steps, light steps, the body is like a willow branch blown by the wind, undulating, partial and calm to the extreme.

Xueliang fanged double knives, in Chen Ping's hands, compared to the hands of the black wolf, there is a little less bloody and murderous aura, but it is a little more agile and concise.

It seems that every swing is effortless......

At the beginning of the sword light, the red silk flying sword just can't be attacked.

It's not without its troubles.

His face was getting redder and redder, and his skin, which was not covered by his clothes, seemed to be dripping blood, and there was already a faint fishy smell on his body.

As the sword-shirted woman said.

In the face of a higher level of Qi cultivators, the body refining martial arts is really a bit of a loss.

It's hard to get close.

In the process of close quarters, you have to prevent the opponent from transmitting internal force and penetrating and attacking the inside of your body.

Small injuries become big injuries, and even if you are an iron man, you won't last long.

However, he was able to block Zhuang Hongyi's Red Silk Sword Dance Thirty-six Sharp Flying Sword without leaking, which was already an eye-opener.

But what's the use?

It can only delay the time of death.

The sword-shirted woman sighed, closed her eyes slightly, and couldn't take it anymore.

A wave of defeat rose over his face.

"Whoosh......"

As soon as she closed her eyes, she heard a sharp sound in her ears.

There was a shock on the shoulder, and the body leaned back slightly.

The strong wind blew everywhere, and his hair flew flying.

At the same time, there were three soft sounds of "plop" behind him.

She snapped open her eyes and looked down.

A blue-black short sword, which was stuck in his right shoulder, was only half a point into the flesh, and it had just broken through the skin and was crumbling.

When I turned my head to look, I saw that under the moonlight, three silver needles reflected the moonlight......

At the same time, the stiffness and numbness of the body gradually dissipated.

Qi and blood are gradually unblocked

'That sword just now!' ’

She looked at the figure of the young man who danced his double swords into a brilliant silver moon in the circle of red silk swords, and the amaze in her eyes could no longer be hidden.

"Under such an attack, you can still shoot a short sword in your hand with distraction...... At the same time as the shot in my shoulder, it changed to soft force, and the shock penetrated, breaking the silver needle puncture point, activating my body stiffness. ”

"This strength, this accuracy ......"

While the sword-shirted woman was shocked, her heart was infinitely joyful.

Feeling the power coming back quickly, he didn't even care that the middle-aged woman named Meigu pounced viciously.