It was at this moment that the black cat frowned.

It didn't expect them to let the old man die.

Why?

There was no problem for the old man to strike first, but when the second person on the opposite side exchanged sword moves with the old man for the first time, the eight lives who were ambushed by Cuiyu should have made a decisive move.

He could take down this heavy sword man in three moves, and the old man could kill the first black robe almost without damage in a one-on-one situation.

Of course, then the one-eyed will also shoot immediately, and the battle situation is still turbulent, but isn't this kind of battle just a quick rush?

It was waiting for such a fast and messy situation, waiting for a silent spark to bloom in the most unexpected fatal place of the Eight Living One-Eye.

It still has that opportunity, but it's starting to think again.

Because if Cui Yu's side is preparing for the strange trick of Qing Huang, then why did Qijiao Cave accompany Cui Yu to play this kind of game - not even playing, they really killed one and seriously injured two Qi Sheng.

They had already gained insight into Cuiyu's seventeenth and eighth-born two, why Meng Chuyuan was reluctant. Don't dare to come out?

When it climbed up to the Moon Catching Tower in the afternoon and heard that conversation, it found that there was a thicker shadow behind the Seven Jiao Caves; And now after seeing this scene, it realized that Pei Li's friend in the green skirt was not so simple.

This battle between the two sides seems to be exalting a kind of . Resolute restraint.

They obviously all have reasons to fight this battle, and naturally they will never leave the field first, but they are constantly tempting, and they cherish their hole cards very much.

Like this hole card. At the same time, it is the gate of life.

The black cat suddenly remembered a metaphor - as if there was a "general" on both sides.

"General" is also lethal, but it must not be easily revealed, because although it is not the strongest chess piece, it is the one that decides the victory.

So. In this battle, they didn't even rush to kill the chariots and horses on the opposite side, and even the chariots and horses on their side could be sacrificed, as long as they forced out the opposite "general" first.

Cui Yu is a car, Qijiao is a horse, and the "will" will win.

When this metaphor came to mind, the black cat's blue eyes widened slightly, and then it turned and disappeared into the darkness, leaving everything undecided on the field behind.

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on the field.

Meng Chuyuan swept by, the so-called Bowang First Seven Lives, even in his heyday, it was difficult to walk through ten moves in front of him. Now that he is injured, even if he knows that he is coming, Meng Chuyuan is confident that he does not have to use the second sword.

When the two of them were defeated, he waited secretly for a while before making a move, hoping that the other party would come to the rescue of Nie Qianyu, so that he could gain a point to gain an advantage over the light.

Sure enough, it didn't come.

When he had to expose the old man to the wilderness for the sake of the result, the cold lake breeze seemed to blow all the way to his heart.

Yes, needless to say, with the experience of more than 20 years of experience in and out of Bowang Jianghu, it is still inevitable to be apprehensive in the face of tonight's scene.

He didn't show the slightest sound, a cold and ugly face seemed to be like a Jiao, and he would never be afraid of anything, but the string in his heart had been tensed since he heard the news that "Li Yiqing is walking alone by the lake".

He had delayed as much as possible, and he had also thought about only being Qijiao and ignoring it - a Li Yiqing, Qijiao had originally planned to ignore it, and Xiao Shang would not agree to kill her.

But irritability is irritability here, of course Qijiao will not take this game, not only Qijiao's Qijiao, so when Qijiao really takes this game, it means that the other party has determined that Qijiao is not just Qijiao.

Well deserved

Meng Chuyuan gritted his teeth.

But as Zhao Fu said, eating meat and doing things is a matter of course. Qijiao Cave can come to this day, that is, dare to do what others dare not do, and do it cleanly!

to be able to eat meat that others can't eat.

He desperately hoped that when his sword slashed through the old man's neck, the matter would be over - Emerald Feather had designed such a simple and lovely plan, and there was no shadow of anything else behind him.

The temptation they feared would come later, and the "fruit" side would end tonight, and the whole thing went through without danger.

If that were the case, he would even be willing to spare the girl upstairs for this.

But apparently not, she had begun to tell him to take a few steps forward.

It's this kind of cleverness again, and the sword in the courtyard is the same mold - if you tell him to go there, I will believe that people are there, but maybe they are there.

As soon as the long sword was pulled, Meng Chuyuan's figure did not dare to stay for a moment.

The fence has been blown out of the soil.

You can kill Nie Qianyu with one move, but this move will definitely take up a considerable part of your strength, and at the same time, you must expose your position, reveal your body, the trajectory of your movements, the flow of muscles and bones, everything has been reflected in the eyes of another eight beings.

"If it's inconvenient for you to whistle at that time, I'll take action after Senior Nie can't fight."

When the girl didn't blow the whistle after the black-robed man fled, Qinghuang understood her decision. Of course, this is good for the overall situation, but it will inevitably make him sigh.

Qinghuang's shot certainly lived up to this sacrifice.

The moment Meng Chuyuan's sword slashed through Nie Qianyu's throat, the sword that had been accumulated for a long time had already attached to his abdomen.

In his field of vision, the layer of earth exploded, and a black shadow burst out of it, and the cold light flashed, and the extremely tricky and ghostly sword was already pressed into the abdomen.

Meng Chuyuan's heart was suffocated.

Meng Chuyuan was naturally prepared, when he appeared, his spirit was sensitive, and his body was tense, but he still couldn't react in front of such a sword.

This is a matter of no way, you have to drain your strength when you shoot, you have time to react when you are attacked, and you have to be distracted when you are vigilant around, these expenses are naturally not a burden for the eight lives, nor can they be said to be weakened, but the other side is also a senior eight lives.

Qinghuang's first sword had pierced two inches into Meng Chuyuan's abdomen, and the opponent's abdomen was swollen, and the true qi bit the sword, and at the same time, a sword in his hand had turned over and slashed.

This sword was too light, because even if Meng Chuyuan was at a disadvantage, he did not dare to fiercely seek to reverse the situation, but still started with a cautious temptation.

Qinghuang directly ate this sword.

Allowing this sword to slash his left arm, he only entered the flesh two inches under the resistance of the true qi, in exchange for a further opportunity.

He understood better, and therefore more resolutely, and looking at Meng Chuyuan's stiff and cautious expression, he knew that he was still in the dark.

The two tightly covered black clothes flew and swept under the night sky, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen moves had been removed, and in the process, Qinghuang had been biting this advantage at the beginning.

The white bamboo pavilion is blue and purple and has a double squad, but it has different personalities. Zihuang is anxious for justice and righteousness, and it is difficult to stay in the same place for more than a day; Qinghuang is calm and steady, can be quiet and leisurely, if not called him, he can spend the whole year in the small bamboo building in the back mountain.

The two of them are also the spear and shield of Baizhu Pavilion respectively, Zihuang is indomitable and can break through the desperate situation, throwing him alone in front of a conspiracy, he may not be able to foil it perfectly, but he will definitely be able to turn it upside down.

Qinghuang doesn't have this ability, he is always gentle, he doesn't have to expect him to create any miracles, and he can't do what he can't do a hundred times.

Fortunately, in the same way, he can do it a hundred times, and there will not be a single mistake.

If you put an advantage in his hands, he will never make a mistake.

Qinghuang steadily advanced his plan.

And Meng Chuyuan was a little confused.

After missing a move, he was simply overwhelmed by this man's attack.

But...... When he saw this black shadow burst out from under him, he was going to be stabbed in the abdomen.

He's even ready to fight for his life.

But he didn't expect that he had room to defend and dodge.

And the next tentative blow actually hit the opposite shoulder.

Of course, I lost my hand again, but ......

Meng Chuyuan looked at the black-robed man in front of him vigilantly and suspiciously.

- Why is it just a stab, your swordsmanship?

He began to realize that something was wrong, and he became more and more vigilant.

In the midst of this vigilance, Qinghuang had found the posture he wanted.

Confession, grandpa died suddenly this morning.

These two days are indeed the time when the veils are unveiled, and the plot has also reached the end point, which coincides with the holiday, and I planned to write one or two thousand more words a day to write it sooner.

But that's exactly what happened when it came to flying.

Now this chapter is yesterday's manuscript, and I wanted to see if I could find time to make up more than a thousand to complete today's completion, but I really didn't have time and I really couldn't type a word.

It will stop for a longer period of time, maybe seven days, maybe ten days, depending on the situation.

(End of chapter)