Qingchen didn't want to hurt people, but she had no choice here and now, and if the other party blocked hard, she would have to fight. The formation of the four swordsmen in front of them was relatively scattered, and the light and wind from the barrel of the gun cut right between them, and also split in the middle of the man and woman behind. Unable to block the fierce blow, the swordsman dodged away with the man and woman in time. After the smoke and dust cleared, a shallow ditch three zhang long appeared on the top of this small hill, which was smashed by Qingchen with a gun. And Qingchen himself had already rushed out of the road split by wielding a gun, and went down the mountain in the blink of an eye.

Qingchen didn't flee in the direction of Uyu City, because that would be even more detrimental to her. The origins of these twelve mysterious masters are by no means simple, they wear uniform uniforms, equipped with high-precision standard guns, have undergone strict special training, and have no flaws in their tacit cooperation, so it is impossible for them to come from the people. If it was one-on-one, Qingchen was confident that no one of them would be her opponent at all, but these twelve people cooperated with each other to make a move, and it was so difficult to deal with. What surprised her even more was that the other party seemed to have a special ability to quickly track and sense her position, regardless of whether she could see her figure or not.

Rushing down the mountain not far away, and then turning a valley is the flowing Yingliu River, and Qingchen's figure is directly submerged in the water, and it doesn't even make much waves. The heavy purple gold spear carried her all the way to the bottom of the river, and she plunged it into the mud of the riverbed in the water, sinking into it with all its might, leaving only a small part of the length of a foot. She had to leave this gun here, or she would have to sink to the bottom with such a heavy spear and never go anywhere. Then Qingchen closed his breath, tried to relax his body, suspended motionless at the bottom of the water, and drifted downstream with the river silently.

Such an escape is almost untraceable, neither by the nose of a hound's or by a high-altitude spy satellite. The lower reaches of the Yingliu River flow through the precipitous Jihei Mountains, scouring out a winding canyon and large and small tidal flats, and as long as you go ashore on a deserted beach and quietly leave, you will be able to escape the pursuit. A killer who chases and kills also knows how to evade the hunt.

But Qingchen miscalculated again, and the twelve mysterious masters were actually waiting for her downstream. Qingchen was right, she ran away like this, others really couldn't track her, and some of the twelve people must be able to sense her location within a certain range, but this special ability was also ineffective for her diving into the river. But don't forget that in this world, in addition to abilities, what is more important is the human mind. Now that the other party has lost her trace and cannot feel it in any way, the only possibility is deduced from the terrain at that time - she has floated away under the water.

Qingchen penance for ten years, from martial arts to Taoism, both internal and external kung fu are close to completion. She can rest underwater for a long time, as long as she relaxes and doesn't move, it's okay for two or three hours. According to the degree of the water flow and this time, she had already entered the steep canyon of Jiheshan Mountain, and it was difficult for the other party to pursue her with such a complicated terrain. But just an hour and a half had passed, and Qingchen's location had just reached a tidal flat in front of Jiheimene, and the towering mountains in front of the river were already in front of her, but she bumped into something in the water, and there was a series of soft and crisp sounds.

The flowing river quietly froze at some point, and the ice was strange, not the layer on the surface, but in the middle of the water. The ice is not a layer or a piece, but a network state that has just condensed, and the flowing water and even swimming fish can pass through normally without being affected, but Qingchen is a person who crashes into an ice net. As soon as the sound of the ice net shattering, Qingchen was immediately alert. The relaxed body suddenly tensed, and when he stepped on the bottom of the river, he did not jump out directly, but rushed diagonally to the shore and flew out of the water, which is already the limit of a person's reflexes.

Qingchen washed ashore, and now the air around him was extremely cold, and the water on his head and clothes immediately froze, almost freezing his body. Then she saw the four swordsmen in front of her, their silver swords still shining with cold light. Behind the swordsman was still a man and a woman, and the feeling of freezing came from those two people! Qingchen didn't have to look back, he also knew that there were still six gunners on the other side of the river who had already raised their guns, and if she took off into the air, she would shoot. There was no time to hesitate to dodge, Qingchen's movements did not pause at all, and he flew forward almost against the ground, punching out with both hands.

The four swordsmen on the shore were originally waiting with their swords, but they didn't expect Qingchen to come so quickly, so they immediately raised their swords to greet them. Qingchen's fist is not big, and it is a standard girl's amateur powder fist. But the punch wind was very violent, and before the people arrived, the corners of the clothes of the six people on the opposite side had been blown by the strong fist wind. She has no choice, retreating is a dead end, and only by moving forward can there be a glimmer of life. The fist meets the sword light, is it life or death, or is it a defeat for both? No one knows, because all this is not alive!

Just when Qingchen's fist wind was about to hit the white sword net, an extremely thin hundred-zhang filament flew out of the mountains and forests in the distance, and this filament split into a virtual shadow in the air, turning into a virtual and a real two. The shadow of the void whip stopped in front of Qingchen and drew it on the sword net, and this blow actually shattered the white light on the four long swords at the same time, and the frozen power that surrounded the river beach also dissipated into nothingness. The filament of the real swept the dust, and swept her towards the mountains and forests with irresistible force, and its degree was extremely fast. Even the gunmen on the other side of the river didn't have time to shoot, and the filament had disappeared into the deep mountains and dense forests in the distance with the dust.

Qingchen felt like she was flying, the wind was whistling in her ears, and the shadows and trees around her were rapidly retreating, so fast that her vision was a little blurred. In the middle of the flight, she suddenly felt her body loosen, as if she was let go by a force, she continued to rush forward by inertia, and flipped her head in the air and landed steadily. Looking around, this is a deep mountain valley, and under a large tree with lush foliage in front of her, there is a person standing with his back to her, and the figure is a man.

"Who are you?Did you save me?" Qingchen had already come to his senses, thinking that everything that happened just now might have been done by this man.

"Yes, I saved you. My surname is Mei, you can call me Mr. Mei. As he spoke, the man had already turned.

Qingchen took a step back, her hands clenched into fists, her whole body tensed, and she shouted, "You! how could it be you?" The man was the mysterious master who had wounded her in the mountains two months ago.

Mr. Mei smiled: "It's me, what's so strange about you? You don't have to be so nervous, and I won't make a move on you." I'm not one of those twelve little turnip heads, if you really want to make a move, you'll be dead a long time ago. ”

Qingchen: "Why are you doing this...... Why did you hurt me first, and now you want to save me?"

Mr. Mei's expression was a little profound, and he asked lightly: "Because I want to ask you a question, is it easier to kill people or to save people?"

"It's much easier to kill someone than to save someone. Qingchen replied very simply, because she was a killer of murder, and she didn't seem to have saved anyone.

Mr. Mei sighed: "That's right, it's easier to kill than to save people." You can kill people, so will you save people? I saved you today because I want you to learn how to save people. Excuse me, why did you kill people?"

Qingchen: "I killed all the people who should be killed." ”

Mr. May: "I know all this, otherwise you would think you would still be alive to stand in front of me? But you still killed the wrong person." ”

Qingchen: "Don't those people deserve to die?"

Mr. Mei: "Damn, it really deserves to die! But the people you kill are all evil paths, not the source of evil." Even if you kill them, you won't be able to reduce the number of people who are doing the same, and you won't be able to save more people. ”

Qingchen: "I understand what you said, but there is only so much I can do. ”

Mr. Mei smiled bitterly: "Then why don't you learn to save people?...... Forget it, let's not talk about it here. You need to save someone now. ”

When I woke up, the new book list fell back to second, but I finally tasted the first place! The first thing I did when I arrived at the office was to find the USB flash drive that fell yesterday and update it quickly. There is still a material to write in the morning, and after writing the material, I will strive to continue to update it as soon as possible.

Thank you!