Qinggu Town, next to the carriage

The dull and speechless coachman was boredom walking around the carriage, and when he saw a place of dust, he went up and exhaled, and then carefully wiped it with his sleeve until it was clean.

At this time, the driver was engrossed in wiping the dust from one side of the window, and suddenly his body was stunned, and then he turned sideways in an instant.

An arrow appeared in the coachman's face in the blink of an eye, and if he dodged any slower, the coachman's whole head would have been nailed to the carriage in an instant.

The coachman was not shocked, but his eyes were gloomy, and his right hand made a sword finger shape, pointing in the direction where the arrow was fired, and a small firefly sword shot out from the center of the horseman's eyebrows, and disappeared in a flash, and then flew back quickly, but more fresh blood was dripping from the hanging sword.

The coachman did not relax, but seemed to be on full alert, his eyes fixed on his surroundings, and the small sword of the flowing firefly circled around the coachman, and at the same time made a buzzing sound, as if warning the enemy in the shadows.

At this moment, it seemed that everything in the world was quiet, silent, except for the humming sound of the small sword.

Suddenly, four men suddenly appeared around the coachman, centered on the groom and his carriage, and hurried towards him, each holding two full moon scimitars in his hands.

The corners of the coachman's mouth curled slightly, and then his fingers turned slightly in front of him, and the small sword of the firefly beside him shot at the first man as if he had received an order, and then easily pierced through the man's skull, and then through the second, third, and fourth in an arc at a rapid speed. Finally, he returned to the groom safely. All four men were killed in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the coachman's face changed dramatically, because he sensed that the carriage seemed to be in danger, and hurriedly stretched out his other hand, grabbed the carriage beam, roared, his arm was bruised, and he forcibly moved the carriage sideways, and sure enough, there was a man who came up from the ground under the original carriage position, this man was short and extremely thin, and there was a smell of earth on his body, and he was holding a one-foot-long steel thorn in his hand at this time. Seeing that his plan had failed, the man who came out of the ground temporarily changed direction, and fiercely brandished his steel spike at the groom.

The coachman had just moved the carriage sideways for a long time, and he had used up his breath in one breath, and he hadn't lifted the next breath, and his internal cultivation was also at the slowest juncture in a cycle, and he had no choice but to move his body slightly, trying to avoid the vital parts, and watched as the rusty steel thorns pierced into his lungs and stabbed out from behind.

The coachman endured the pain of breathing, pointed at the steel-thorned man, and the little sword skillfully chilled the man, and died in front of the coachman in an instant.

The coachman pushed the man away, grabbed the steel spike in both hands, pulled it out of his lungs with a hard pull, and then spat out a mouthful of blood. Killing six assassins in the blink of an eye, the groom was not comfortable, and his lungs were punctured again, and the pain between his breathing was severe, which seriously affected his cultivation, but fortunately, this wave of assassins had already suffered casualties.

The groom took out the emergency medicine, applied it to the wound, and then sat down to regain his spiritual power.

On a mountain in the distance, the clothed man and the sick man were surprised to see the horseman raise his head and kill the six mountain-climbing assassins. The sick man said: "Taoist Qi practitioner, climbing the peak of the late stage of the mountain realm, this flying sword is wonderful." There is a future and prospects, but how can you be willing to be a coachman, what do you say is the identity of the old man in this carriage?"

"Sure enough, there is still a secret hand, but it is still not at the top, and it is not difficult to kill. As for the old man, our bishop didn't tell us that he had his own reason, and if he was seriously injured, it didn't matter who the old man was, he would kill him," said the clothed guest lightly

The sick man chuckled, "Don't forget the woman." “

"I'll deal with this coachman first, and then kill the old man and the girl first, the woman doesn't seem to be there, and we will save our efforts. Said as he looked at the coachman meditating in the distance.

The sick man shrugged his shoulders, waved his hand again, and said indifferently: "Then you come, I won't participate, watch your performance." It's been a long time since I've seen your snow. ”

With that, the man took out his fishing rod, put it on his shoulder, pressed the hat, and walked in the direction of the carriage, while the sick man sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the departing man expectantly.

The coachman meditating by the carriage was meditating, when he suddenly felt a trace of cold air penetrating deep into his body, which made him shiver, and the next moment he opened his eyes, and then he was frightened by the sight.

"This... This.. This is the ultimate artistic conception!" the groom stared at the ice and snow around him. At this time, it was almost summer, and there was really no possibility of ice and snow banning, and it was so sudden, the groom instantly understood that this was the unique artistic conception of the top master.

As long as a practitioner reaches the pinnacle of 'reaching the top of the mountain, I am the peak', he will comprehend a trace of the law of heaven and earth, take this law for his own use, and form his own unique artistic conception.

Then, the groom saw that the land in front of him suddenly split, and a river spread out of the ground, which quickly froze, and a voice spread from a distance: "A thousand mountains and birds fly away, and ten thousand paths and people disappear"

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Mrs. Taishou, who had left the pharmacy, led Qin'er and walked slowly and casually in Qinggu Village, walking in the direction of the carriage while walking.

"Qin'er, we'll get back to the carriage in a moment and we'll set off for our next stop, the town of Wanhe, and try to get there before nightfall. Wanhe Town is a big town, and when we get there, we can rest for a few days, eat some delicious food in Zhongzhou, and then move on. The woman said softly.

Qin'er nodded and did not speak.

Mrs. Taishou also has no way, since Qin'er came to the Taishou Mansion, she rarely speaks, and has always had a cold attitude. No matter how much you accompany or persuade her, you can't make her smile or be a little lively.

Seeing that she was about to reach the open space where the carriage was about to stop after turning another corner, Mrs. Taishou suddenly frowned, grabbed Qin'er, pulled her behind her, and then said to Qin'er quite seriously: "Qin'er, you stay here first, you don't want to go anywhere if I don't come back, you know?!"

Qin'er was taken aback by Mrs. Taishou's sudden change of face, and nodded a little frightened.

Mrs. Taishou touched Qin'er's head and smiled, "It's okay, my mother will come back in a while." “

With that, he disappeared in an instant.

In the open space where the carriage stopped, the coachman who was still meditating just now was already spread on the ground, spitting blood, and three or four large holes appeared in his body, and blood kept flowing out of these holes, and the man in the coat was standing not far from the coachman, holding a fishing rod in one hand and a fish basket in the other, but the fish basket was dripping with bright red blood.

"Yo! You're still alive, my liver, kidneys, and lungs have been fished away by me, and I'm still persevering, and the old man is beginning to admire you. “

The groom twitched unnaturally, staring at the clothed guest viciously, even if his body was incomplete, the sword fingers in his hand did not let go, and pointed at the clothed guest in the distance with all his might, and the little sword seemed to feel the owner's injury, extremely angry, and the buzzing sound was even better, with the momentum of dying together, swished, and stabbed straight to the eyebrows of the clothed guest.

The little sword looked at the flying little sword, snorted coldly, flicked the fishing rod, and the fishing hook just hooked the small sword that was galloping, the little sword seemed to want to escape, and struggled with all his might, but he couldn't escape the shackles of the fishing hook, and gradually lost his brilliance, snapped, and fell to the ground.

The coachman spat out a mouthful of blood again, his eyes showing despair.

The man looked at the coachman with pity, and the fishing rod in his hand flicked again, falling on the groom, with a cry: "Hooked"

The groom's heart burst out of his body, followed the cloak and fell into the basket he was holding. “

The coachman roared unwillingly, and looked at the man with wide eyes, and walked to the carriage, his rod slightly shaken, as if looking for a place to lower it.

"Presumptuous! you dare!" a calm female voice sounded, and I saw that the Taishou lady suddenly flashed in front of the clothed guest, and slapped her palm at the clothed guest.

The man retracted his fishing rod to block, then dodged back to ten meters away, looking playfully at Mrs. Taishou.

Mrs. Taishou glanced at the groom lying on the ground, and a wave of anger surged into her heart, and she said to the groom: "You can go with confidence, Lord Zhang will be fine." ”

The corners of the groom's mouth, who had lost his heart, liver, kidneys and lungs, turned up slightly, seemed to be very relieved, nodded weakly, closed his eyes, and lost his breath.

Lingyike spoke at this time: "Woman, I deliberately chose to make a move when you were away, just to save your life, but it didn't work out, you are looking for death by yourself, you must know that even if you are the peak of the mountain climbing realm, you are one step away from the peak realm, this step is the difference between heaven and earth." Since you don't value your life, then leave your heart, liver, spleen, and lungs to me. ”

Mrs. Taishou looked cautiously at the Lingyi guest in front of her and asked, "Your Excellency is a shamanic sect in the Northern Cold Realm Prefecture, and you are fishing alone for the Lingyi guest in the blood of the Hanjiang River?"

The clothed guest looked surprised and said, "You woman actually knows me, which makes the old man appreciate you more, so how about I let you die if you leave now?"

Mrs. Taishou did not answer, but continued: "Legend has it that there are two people fishing for the blood of the Hanjiang River alone, and you are fishing the Hanjiang alone, so is the other one with the title of blood also coming?"

The clothed guest smiled, looked at Mrs. Taishou and said, "I really know a lot, in this case, don't you come to show up?"

The sick man sitting on the mountain bag in the distance grinned: "It's coming, it's coming." As he spoke, he glanced at the remaining four killers behind him, and made a look, and he instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, floating over at a super fast speed, and the four killers were running in the direction of Qin'er.

Seeing the blood mist coming, Mrs. Taishou was even more like a great enemy, the blood mist quickly recondensed, and the blood sick man stood beside the clothed guest, dressed in a red wedding dress, his skin was surprisingly white, his eyes were sunken, but his lips were smeared bright red.

"It's also your honor for our two supreme masters to give you this peak consummation in the late stage of the mountain climbing realm, right? Don't worry, I won't let the clothed guest take out your internal organs casually, isn't it so unsightly" The blood sick man looked at Mrs. Taishou's figure with his eyes, and said with lust in his eyes.

Then I saw that the ice and snow were suddenly dyed red, the falling snow became red, the glacier turned crimson, and the sky was also blood-red, like hell on earth. This is the blood patient who fuses his own artistic conception with the artistic conception of the clothier, showing the real solo fishing of cold river blood.

"Sure enough, it's the Shamanism of the Killer Sect, and any one of the two can be a city guard if they are placed in the territory of my new country. “

The clothier said proudly: "The mouth is quite sweet, I really don't want to kill you." ”

At this time, Mrs. Taishou shook her head and said with some loss: "It's a pity?"

The clothier and the blood sick man asked together, "What is the pity?"

"It's a pity that the conduct of the two of them is too bad, even if they enter the court of the new country, they will be smelled by everyone, and the family dog will not want to come to smell it. Mrs. Taishou looked at the two of them with a smile.

"Toast and don't eat and drink, blood sick man, you and I will kill her together. The clothier said angrily.

"Little Niangpi, my brother will let you know the gap between the supreme master and the little monk of the mountain climbing realm!" the blood sick man looked at Mrs. Taishou with a cruel smile.

Mrs. Taishou shook her head helplessly, looked at the two people in front of her and said, "Another thing is that you two are really stupid, if I really only have the peak of the late stage of the Mountain Climbing Realm, will I stay here so easily?" Two fools!"

After that, the red snow and the river of blood beside Mrs. Taishou all disappeared in an instant, and then one after another vague golden figures appeared behind them, everyone was sitting precariously, holding a book whose name was not clear in their hands, and they were mindful of words.

"I have actually entered the supreme realm! A woman can actually achieve the supreme realm of Confucianism!" The faces of the clothier and the blood sick man were full of shock, and then the two of them were fully guarded, and the previous easy playful abuse had no meaning.

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Qin'er hid around the corner, although she didn't dare to raise her head, but feeling the slightest cold air deep into her body, Qin'er shivered, and knew that something bad might have happened.

She couldn't help but sit on the ground, clasping her knees with her hands, and looked at the unfamiliar Qinggu Village in front of her with some fear.

At this time, Qin'er saw not far away, four men jumped down from the beams of the house, each expressionless, holding a thousand strange weapons in their hands, rushing towards Qin'er.

Qin'er was completely dumbfounded, she didn't understand why these four people were rushing towards her, seeing that the weapons of these four men were about to split over, Qin'er, who had just recovered from a serious illness and was weak, closed her eyes in fright, tears were left from the corners of her eyes, hugged her knees, buried her head, and shouted a little silently: "Wang Lin, Wang Lin, Wang Lin, where are you?"

"Bang!", the sound of gold and iron clashing appeared in front of Qin'er, followed by four or five piercing gold and iron strikes, Qin'er slowly opened her eyes, and saw a young man wearing a layer of golden light in the sunlight, the young man was dressed in black, with a hideous monster mask on his face, and was fighting with the four assassins at the moment, on par. The man's hands glowed with gold, and he directly used his palms to resist the various weapons of the four assassins, but there was no wound in the slightest.

Then the man made a claw with one hand, tore off the throat of one of the killers, and then snatched the killer's scimitar, turned over and slashed, and slashed at the neck of the other killer, and immediately blood splattered, blood flowed everywhere, staining the knife with a touch of red, and then the other hand clenched into a fist, and a punch hit the third person in the chest, making a loud bang. Then she saw the man's chest deflated at a visible rate, and at the same time he was knocked against a wall, and finally fell to the ground, motionless.

The black-clothed masked man held a scimitar in his right hand and a fist in his left hand, looking at the last killer, Qin'er clearly saw the scarlet eyes in the mask, and only felt that he was not a mortal but like a demon king of the mixed world, but strangely felt a trace of special familiarity. She watched the black-clad masked man step by step towards the fourth killer who had no intention of fighting and trembled, raised his knife and cut off the man's head without hesitation.

Qin'er looked at the black-clothed masked man quietly, not paying attention to how bloody it was in front of her, just frowning, and her heartbeat slowly accelerated.

The man in the black mask stood in front of Qin'er, his head down, and his blood-red eyes looked at Qin'er.

No matter how terrifying his blood-red eyes were, how much this person looked like a demon king in the world at the moment, Qin'er just didn't have the slightest fear, she raised her head, narrowed her eyes, and her lovely cheeks showed a serious expression, "Have we seen each other before?"

The black-masked man showed silence, then shook his head, did not speak, turned around a little stiffly, and walked in the direction of the carriage, walking stiffly.

This shallow and faint turn, how many people can't understand the depth of affection.