At this moment, several more fishing boats came quickly, and when they were about to hit the fishing boat that Leng Jiuming stepped on, more than a dozen imposing masked black-clothed men suddenly drilled out of the cabin, and the strong man in the lead shouted: "Shoot the arrows!"

Suddenly, the rain of arrows attacked Leng Jiuming, and the corners of Leng Jiuming's mouth hooked up a sneer, these rivers and lakes Xiaoxiao, who had always been in his eyes, also wanted to take his life, it seems that this Xunze River is not dyed red today, and there are always some people who can't remember the three words Leng Jiuming.

Leng Jiuming snorted coldly, Shengxue's clothes drew an arc, and his left palm swung out, and the rain of arrows shooting at him was cut off in mid-air, and they were sprinkled on the surface of the river, just like a pair of invisible hands in the air, they were all broken before they got close to Leng Jiuming.

As the rain of arrows disappeared, the two masked black-clothed men who were standing on the deck were suddenly wrapped in ice, and then only heard two sounds of ice cracking, and the two people who were originally alive burst open in an instant, turning into dozens of pieces splashed into the river.

Such a horrific death frightened the remaining masked men in black, and their eyes widened and they couldn't react. The leader was the first to react, and shouted: "Jump!"

The remaining dozen or so black-clothed people hurriedly jumped into the river in a panic, trying to escape, but Leng Jiuming didn't intend to let them go, how could he be those who wanted to provoke and escape?

Leng Jiuming let out a long roar, jumped up, and the thousand-year-old cold silk in his hand was submerged into the river and drew arcs, screams rang out everywhere he went, and his clothes were red with blood in the flying.

Shengxue's white clothes were stained with scarlet blood, which made the cold and bewitching Leng Jiuming even more charming, as if he was not from the world.

After cleaning up these short-sighted obstructors, Leng Jiuming stared into the distance and saw a fishing boat in the distance that was fleeing rapidly, he lifted it up, and sped on his toes on the vast river surface as if he were walking on the ground, and soon caught up with the fishing boat.

Leng Jiuming, who landed on the deck, detained a little minion who was about to flee in panic, and asked lightly in a cold and magnetic voice, "What about the girl in red? Who instructed you to kidnap her?"

Leng Jiuming's voice couldn't be heard in the middle of displeasure, and even his voice couldn't be said to be good, like a magnet, it was as attractive as a magnet, and people couldn't help but want to listen to it again. But his blue eyes were like frost, and the little minion shivered with cold, and his teeth trembled: "Big ...... Heroes spare their lives, that red ...... The girl in red was kidnapped by them...... The small ones are just ...... Just ......"

Leng Jiuming looked in the direction pointed by the little minion, and sure enough, he saw an inconspicuous bamboo raft, on the bamboo raft an old man hunched over his waist was rowing hard, and there was a one-meter-high bamboo basket beside him.

"Ahh

Leng Jiuming shattered the boat under his feet, and once again raised his breath and hurried on the river, catching up with the bamboo raft in a short time. There was suddenly one more person on the bamboo raft, and the old man raised his head with difficulty, and was about to ask, but Leng Jiuming had already opened the tall bamboo basket, and there was nothing inside.

That little minion just now was actually lying to him, Leng Jiuming's face was gloomy, and his cold gaze was more penetrating than a sword.

"Say!" Leng Jiuming slapped the bamboo basket with one palm, staring at the old man and asked.

The old man babbled a few times at Leng Jiuming, and gestured in a panic to signal to Leng Jiuming that he was a mute.

Leng Jiuming sneered, and the wind blew everywhere, knocking the hat on the old man's head away, revealing a face painted red and yellow, what kind of old man is that, it is clearly a man in the prime of life.

The man was debunked, immediately straightened his back, and said with a smile: "You chased the opposite direction, the person you are looking for is estimated to have been taken away from Xunzejiang at this time." ”

"Looking for death!" Leng Jiuming snorted coldly, and in an instant, the thousand-year-old cold silk was in his hand, and he grabbed the man's neck and pulled it, and the man's head flew out of the air, and his body trembled and walked two steps before falling into a pool of blood.

Leng Jiuming exuded a chill all over his body, and chased in the opposite direction when he walked back and forth, and after a stick of incense, Leng Jiuming saw that a boat not far away had already docked on the shore, and the group abandoned the boat and changed to a carriage and galloped away, raising dust all the way.

Leng Jiuming took a deep breath and hurriedly chased after the convoy, and a few ups and downs caught the way of the group.

The group was suddenly stopped by someone, and before they could react, Leng Jiuming flew by, and a few sharp palms lifted the covers of several carriages, and there was no trace of flowers in the carriage, Leng Jiuming carefully inspected several carriage boys, and found nothing.

"What about people?!" Leng Jiuming was tricked repeatedly, knowing that he had fallen for the enemy's tricks, the evil aura between his eyebrows became thicker and thicker, he had completely lost his patience, and with one palm, he knocked out several people who were about to escape behind him like rotten leaves, pinching the neck of the person in front of him and shouting angrily.

"The hero spares his life, the hero spares his life! The little one is also acting on orders...... "The person who was choked by Leng Jiuming's neck trembled and begged for mercy again and again.

"What about people?!" Leng Jiuming increased the force in his hand, lifted the person in the air, and asked again coldly.

The man's face turned an ugly pig's liver color, and when he was about to turn his back on his breath, he finally spit out three words with difficulty: "South-no-mountain." ”

With a "click", Leng Jiuming twisted the neck of the person in his hand, and as soon as the palm of his hand was loosened, a corpse fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

After suffering the previous loss, Leng Jiuming was suspicious of the "Nan Wu Mountain" that he said, but now that he has no other way but to go to Nan Wu Mountain to see, in short, if someone wants to play tricks on him, he doesn't mind killing a few more people.

It's just that I don't know why those people want to arrest Hua Wuying, and they deliberately use tricks to confuse themselves, as if they know that they are not their opponents, and they dare not confront them head-on.

......

It rained for several days, and two horses were galloping on the muddy yellow mud path, splashing countless mud and leaving deep horseshoe prints on the inaccessible path.

On one of the horses sat a thin man, and in his arms was a soaking red-clothed woman, whose dark hair was dripping with water dripping from her black hair, and she was unconscious with her eyes closed. It was the flower Wuying that Leng Jiuming was looking for.

The other horse riding side by side with the thin man was a fat man, the fat man turned his head to look behind him, looked at the thin man again, and said with a long breath: "Fortunately, the cold magic doctor didn't chase him, we designed for many days, and finally dragged him down temporarily." ”

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