There was a sword, which came from a distance at a rapid speed, like a comet across the sky, and smashed heavily on the Gobi Desert. After landing on the ground, I saw that the person who came was a moving woman wearing a pale cyan robe and a purple tulle covering her face.

The woman didn't speak, but just withdrew her long sword, lost behind her, and walked to the Gobi Desert where Zhang Jiming was lying horizontally.

On the other side of Old Man Zhang, who has no signs of life, is Guo Xiaojiu, a young man with a saber who is a little unresponsive, as if he has not fully woken up.

Hearing someone approaching, Guo Xiaojiu raised his head, and his eyes instantly lit up with a hint of brilliance.

The person who came was the woman he was talking about day and night, Daomen Archmage Ning Buer, he helped the scabbard and stood up, not because he had not seen each other for a few days, and he looked rusty, and wanted to reach out to touch it, but found that his hands were actually bloody.

"Why are you here?" was full of surprise in her tone, who would have thought that at this juncture, she would come.

"I didn't go to the imperial capital, so I came. Ning Buer gently lifted the soft hair that he had to take care of because he was tired and had time to take care of it in the future, and covered his face with a light veil, so he couldn't see whether Ning Buer's face was also retained by the wind and frost brought by the day and night.

After all, it was a young girl, and when she saw this person she hadn't seen for a long time, she didn't know where to open her mouth for a while.

His eyes swept over Guo Xiaojiu's face, and he didn't stay for long, because Guo Xiaojiu kept looking at her, which made her feel a little shy.

Looking down, you can see Zhang Jiming, who is already dead.

Ning Buer didn't know what happened here just now, but frowned slightly, only to find that Guo Xiaojiu had several wounds on his body, and there were still unfinished blood stains on the front of his chest.

"Please send Old Man Zhang back first, if you die, you can't die on this Gobi Desert, covered by wind and sand. Guo Xiaojiu sighed, squatted down, and looked at the old man a few more times: "His name is Zhang Jiming, and he shouldn't have died." ”

Ning Buji had heard this name before, and she noticed the lady who could already sit on the ground not far away, smiling at her softly, and she guessed that she must be Yu Fengyi.

"I'll go back as soon as I go. Ning Buer also squatted down, picked up Zhang Jiming, unsheathed the sword behind him, jumped over, and already followed a fresh breeze towards the head of the Wandering Soul Castle.

Old Man Zhang is dead, Yu Fengyi is still alive and alive.

Therefore, Guo Xiaojiu didn't understand why Old Man Zhang, who could have survived the battle under the city, had a result, but he had to do it so extremely, so that he fell into the conspiracy of the ruthless lady.

Why, he was obviously defeated, so he retreated, and he insisted on using his remaining vitality in exchange for just one move.

"Don't you understand?" Yu Fengyi's voice did not have the previous arrogance, after all, Zhang Jiming's palm made her body wash away the qi in her body, and at this time, there was a little more soft and soft Nuonuo in her tone.

Reaching out and touching the bridge of his nose, Guo Xiaojiu smiled, revealing his big red teeth full of blood, and this smile was strange in anyone's eyes.

The hand that fell couldn't help but touch the scabbard, Guo Xiaojiu took a few steps forward: "Even if I can't figure it out, I won't ask you, do you know why?"

Without waiting for Yu Fengyi to answer, Guo Xiaojiu replied by himself: "Because you are not worthy at all, and it is impossible to explain it clearly." ”

"Little baby, you're right, I seem to be a little inferior to him, but it's definitely not your turn to say these words. ”

I don't know where the strength came from, Yu Fengyi actually stood up, and the horizontal knife was held in her hand.

Thousands of miles away in the vast sky, a simple flying sword, standing proudly, on the opposite side of the flying sword, there are two girls.

A girl in a black dress turned out to be a little girl who should be in the Soul Castle's Deputy Capital Protector's Mansion at this time. Another woman, who is also extremely beautiful, but is a graceful beauty, which is different from Ning Buji, with the disaster water, with the red lotus, and with Pei Hongluan's beauty.

This woman has white hair and a white dress, and she is holding a white umbrella in her hand, which is held on her shoulder, blocking the sun that is not dazzling.

"Sister Yunyan, do you know what it means for us to stop this sword?"

"It means that your little lover is very likely to die, yes or no?" The girl named Yunyan, who should be older than Wo Shui, waved her sleeves lightly, turned back and comforted Wo Shui: "Sister, you just listen to Sister Yunyan's advice, this matter must not be wrong, my sister and I are all for your good, can we still harm you?"

Woe Shui spit out heavily without appreciation, but the sword made her very unhappy, and she didn't answer Yunyan's words, so she stepped heavily in the air and pushed towards the ancient sword with one palm.

On the body of the sword, it trembled suddenly, and the heavens and the earth bowed their heads for it.

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In the formation of the Turkic barbarian army, two narrow soft knives came from afar, splitting two bloody paths, but after the soft knife, there was no one, so when these Turkic barbarians died, they couldn't understand why they died.

A group of heroes in the rivers and lakes had already destroyed the last rushing car by coincidence when the two soft knives fell to the city.

On the top of the city, the ranger general Shi Mingming immediately ordered the soldiers who had been waiting for a long time to drop more dense arrows into the Turkic barbarian army array below the city.

More than a dozen city climbing locks fell from the city, and many Jianghu men grabbed the rope and quickly swept towards the city.

There were also a few red-eyed people who didn't think that they could go back to the city at all, and they were tightly surrounded by many Turkic barbarians, afraid that it wouldn't be long before they would be cut into pulp.

When most of the heroes of the rivers and lakes stood on the top of the city, the sergeant immediately used his saber to cut the rope.

Outside the city, corpses were strewn all over the field, and rivers of blood flowed.

Inside the city, it was very silent, almost silent.

Under the city gate, Zhou Ziheng was already fainting in pain, but the military doctor who bandaged his wound said that he was not in any major trouble for the time being, but this His Royal Highness was really the first time to go to the battlefield, and it may be the first time he was injured.

Yuanba, who was sitting on one side covered in blood, did not have a silver gun, glanced at Zhou Ziheng a few times, looked at the sky, his body, the qi was cut off, and he could not return to his peak state for a year and a half.

The vicious dog Gu Yong, who was kicked back to the tavern and tea shop, lay quietly on Yuan Ba's side, sticking out his tongue.

The flying sword that they had slashed before without even seeing a trace fell on the top of the city, and Ning Buer gently placed the old man Zhang in his hand in front of the two soft knives, she felt that she should do it, so she did it.

A servant girl looked at the two soft knives in a daze, and even more at her, but she never dared to look at the old man's corpse.

This time, he didn't come back, who will she make in the future called flower chicken?

The soft knife is not sheathed, does he dislike himself as a servant girl, manages too much, and refuses to come back?

In the future, I am afraid that there will be one less storyteller in this city who knows the interesting stories of the rivers and lakes, but there will be an extra stone tablet in the thousands of miles of yellow sand outside the city.

The maid didn't cry, but in the end her eyes fell on Zhang Jiming, she wiped off the blood from the corners of her eyes for him, picked up two soft knives, and withdrew them into the pipa and erhu.

She is not stupid, even the old man Zhang can't beat the person, she will definitely not be able to carry a knife to take revenge, and it is not now that she wants to take revenge.

She picked up the storyteller, who had lost her breath, held the pipa and erhu in her hands, staggered towards the city, and whispered, "Old man, let's go home!"

Ning Buer thought about it a little, but he didn't dare to stay longer, because Guo Xiaojiu was still a few miles away, confronting that lady. She came thousands of miles, didn't she worry about him, didn't worry about him going to challenge that old woman.

The flying sword went again.

The Great Dao sword was unsheathed, dragging Guo Xiaojiu and galloping forward, and the sword was pointing to Yu Fengyi.

The sword has a sword sound, which is harsh and unique. Guo Xiaojiu didn't feel harsh, he said before that after he slashed one, there were two more swords, and asked Yu Fengyi if he dared to take it.

I don't know why the flying sword didn't come, it's really a little unreasonable, I don't understand, I can't keep tangling, the bewitching lady Yu Fengyi is still alive, as long as she is alive, when she recovers some qi, he will have no chance.

Therefore, after pulling out the Great Dao Sword, it is for the Seven Certificates.

The lady on the opposite side, Yu Fengyi, was holding a horizontal knife in her hand, she just thought that as long as she could stand up with the knife, she should be able to scare this stinky hairy boy, but she didn't expect it, but ushered in a sword.

She is only the first swordsman in Mobei, she has never walked out of Mobei, she doesn't know what the rivers and lakes outside look like, and I don't know if these heroes from outside are like Guo Xiaojiu, fearless. She wanted to see it too, but she didn't dare.

The rivers and lakes are so big that she is afraid that she will not find the way she went and will never come back.

The sound of the sword stabbed her and made her distraught and uneasy, so she couldn't stop the sword. If she can't stop it, she may die, she can't die, if she dies, there will be no chance, there will be no chance to follow the Turkic army into the Central Plains, and even, go straight to the south of the Yangtze River.

She suddenly remembered the girl in the white dress who found her, took out a porcelain vase from her cuff, opened it gently, and put a smile on the corner of her mouth, she can't die, then he has to die.