A horse-drawn carriage galloped along the official road, the hooves of the horses clattered, the wheels creaked, the bumps clicked, and the dust was kicked away. The person who drove the car was Yanshan.

This trip was dangerous, Yan Shan drove out of Funiu Town and ran wildly all the way, wanting to send Qin Xiaolian and Mo Wan'er to a safe place as soon as possible. In the carriage, Tian Kun leaned lightly on the railing, closed his eyes and sat quietly, his body swinging rhythmically with the shaking of the carriage, and he was very good. Qin Xiaolian hugged Mo Wan'er with her left hand, and grasped the railing tightly with her right hand, sweat was already oozing from the corner of her forehead, but her gaze was extremely firm.

On this day, the road was calm. In the evening, the carriage drove into Xining Prefecture. A few people stayed in the hotel and had nothing to do all night.

The next morning, Yanshan rode out of the city and went straight to the border of Western Xia.

At noon, the Western Xia border was already in sight, but Yan Shan had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute sounded, like melodious, strange and treacherous, straight to the bottom of the heart, exuding a strange magic.

In an instant, countless chickadees flew into the sky, circling back and forth, gathering more and more.

Tian Kun lifted the curtain, poked his head out, looked at the sky, and a touch of excitement appeared on his face.

The situation was critical, Yan Shan immediately made a decision, and said in a deep voice: "Miss Tian, there will be a full force to attack and kill the person who played the flute." After the blow, regardless of success or failure, he immediately retreated, and took Sister Qin's mother and daughter straight to the Chang'an City General's Mansion. ”

The voice was deep and firm, with a faint sadness of the last words.

Tian Kun's face changed slightly, but he didn't ask much, and nodded silently.

The carriage continued. Not far away, four figures came into view, it was the four masters and apprentices of Helian Mountain. Yanshan stopped and jumped in front of the car. The figure flashed, and Tian Kun had already swept out of the carriage and stood side by side with Yan Shan.

At this time, countless chickadees in the sky changed into various blade shapes, swooping down, like arrows off the string, attacking Yanshan and Tian Kun.

Yan Shan's expression became cold, his eyes were empty, his body continued to exude a strong murderous aura, and a terrifying killing intent was born in his heart.

This kind of terrifying killing intent spreads everywhere and goes straight into the depths of everyone's heart.

Tian Kun's expression was indifferent, and he slowly pulled out the seven-star dragon abyss, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, looking down at the sword body, as if climbing a high mountain and looking down at the abyss, ethereal and deep, as if there was a giant dragon lying down. A noble aura emanated from her.

This noble aura spreads everywhere and goes straight into the depths of everyone's heart.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped. The countless chickadees were stagnant, as if they were about to fall.

Yan Shan pinched the sword trick in his hand, stabbed out with a sword, and took the throat of the bird, as fast as a ghost.

Tian Kun's eyes were as clear as water, and a sword stabbed out, directly taking the person who played the flute, like thunder, fast as lightning.

The tiger roared and roared, the clothes were windless and automatic, the hunting sounded, and there was a faint flow of energy around the body. He stood with his arms crossed, guarding the finch before it got up.

Helian Shan looked solemn and waved his sleeves. There was a real breath between the sleeves, and there was a faint sound of thunder.

The seven-star dragon abyss pierced between the sleeves of his clothes, like a mud cow entering the sea, without any strength. Tian Kun smiled indifferently, and his wrist shook. In an instant, the sword qi on the sword body of the Seven Star Dragon Yuan was surrounded, as if it was setting off a stormy wave in the sea. Helian Mountain took half a step back and stabilized his figure. Tian Kun retreated as soon as he struck, without stopping.

The rusty long sword was as fast as the wind, and at the moment when it collided with the tiger's arms, the blade changed slightly, stabbing at the dog trail that was stunned in place. Before the dog could come to his senses, the rusty sword had already slashed through his throat.

Yan Shan succeeded in one blow, swept back three feet, and stood with a sword.

In this battle, if Yan Shan hadn't taken into account the safety of Qin Xiaolian's mother and daughter and joined forces with Tian Kun, he would have at least a sixty percent chance of winning. However, between the lightning and the flint, he made a choice - to bear everything that he should have borne alone.

Only then did the bird come back to his senses, and the flute sounded again.

Helian Shan's expression was gloomy, his eyes were cold, and he said sharply: "Attack that carriage." ”

The finch is cold. The sound of the flute is sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched, like a shallow taste, and like an eagle striking the sky.

The myriad chickadees gathered and changed again, and various sharp blades swooped down and struck the carriage.

Tian Kun flew up and jumped up, with a slight turn of his wrist, the Seven Star Dragon Yuan drew arcs in mid-air, slashing towards the various sharp blades formed by the. The invisible sword qi was extremely sharp, and wherever it passed, hundreds of chickadees died tragically on the spot, turning into a rain of blood. Tian Kun landed on the carriage, shouted coquettishly, and beat the horse away.

The scattered chickadees regrouped and swooped down again, without any thoughts, as if they were dead.

Tian Kun galloped while beating the horse, while paying attention to the distance between the and the carriage.

Tiger Roar has already stepped forward and fought with Yan Shan.

Helian Shan swept the formation on the side, staring at Yan Shan intently, with a solemn expression.

The tiger roared with both fists, the tiger was windy, and the sound of the tiger roaring faintly came out. Every punch is thrown, there is a thousand powers, unstoppable, and the courage is abnormal.

Yan Shan's expression was calm, and he walked in the fist wind along the strange trajectory, dodging and moving, calmly responding, and never striking a head-on blow with the tiger's roar.

Seeing this situation, Hu Xiao thought that Yan Shan's body was highly poisonous, and his internal strength was insufficient, and after the blow of killing the dog trace, his true qi was exhausted, and it was already the end of the strong crossbow. So, he no longer had any scruples, and attacked with all his might, and the momentum was even stronger.

Helian Shan frowned slightly, and his heart was undecided.

Dozens of feet away, Tian Kun had already defeated seven attacks, and the carriage was getting farther and farther away.

There is a limit to the sound of the flute.

Que Qi looked helpless, smiled wryly and shook his head. He took a deep breath and breathed a little, and the flute sounded again.

Countless chickadees flew into the sky, circling back and forth, gathering more and more, as if endless.

Under the onslaught of the tiger's roar, Yanshan has been in danger. Finally, Yan Shan had no way to avoid it, so he could only swing his sword to face the double fist like a mountain.

Fists and swords clashed, blood splattered. That rusty long sword is an ancient divine weapon, sharpening iron like clay, how can such a body as a tiger roar meet its edge head-on? That rusty long sword splits the tiger roar in half from top to bottom, bloody and cruel, and I can't bear to look at it directly.

At the moment when the rusty long sword slashed at the tiger's roar, Helian Shan had already made a move, and slapped Yan Shan's heart with a palm, as fast as lightning.

This palm came in an instant, but Yan Shan didn't seem to care, his eyes were as calm as water. It's a big gamble, and the stake is your life.

An extremely feminine palm power poured into Yan Shan's body, and in an instant, the kind of domineering energy that was free from the blood spontaneously counterattacked. With a "bang", Helian Mountain was shaken back a few steps. At this moment, the positive and negative true qi were hedged in Yan Shan's body. Yan Shan smiled indifferently, leaving an afterimage in the same place, and in the blink of an eye, he had already swept in front of the sparrow.

Que Qi only felt a black sword shadow flash in front of him, and before he could come back to his senses, he had already stopped breathing. With a "dang bang", the silver flute fell to the ground. The finch slowly fell, and a shallow blood mark appeared on his throat.

Yan Shan stood leaning on his sword, his eyes were cold, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. The two kinds of supreme true qi that were completely out of his control hedged in his body, and his internal organs were damaged, and Yan Shan suffered great pain. However, he won the bet. Although the kind of domineering energy that is free in the blood cannot be used for one's own use, it can be triggered by external forces to protect itself, and it is also true that it suppresses toxins.

Helian Shan looked surprised, and the qi and blood in his body were churning. He couldn't believe that Yan Shan had such a domineering true qi in his body, which was completely unmatched by himself. At this moment, he looked at the delicate and slightly immature face and the indomitable and determined gaze, and had no intention of fighting again. He sighed softly, turned around, and without looking back, he swept away quickly.

Yan Shan's figure flickered, but he was so stubborn that he refused to fall, and a bright smile bloomed on his pale face. He clutched the rusty sword tightly and walked alone, with a difficult but unstoppable step.