It stands to reason that this sturdy female bandit should have a domineering name, even if she has to have a bullish nickname, Shell Girl? What kind of name is this? It is said that someone once gave her a nickname called Female Thunderbolt, she thought it was not good, she thought it was not good, Shell Girl, Shell King, this is the breath of her hometown, she decided not to return to the hometown that haunted her dreams, it does not mean that she will not think that she has been mixed in the north for 12 years, she has completely become a "man" in the north , but she grew up in that place after all.

King Shell is a good drinker, but he has never been drunk, of course, this refers to the past, it has been different recently, since the boy entered the tile kiln ditch, King Shell has been drunk four times, inexplicably sad, inexplicably happy, inexplicably drunk.

Li Jinglan had a headache, he knew that outside the wall, everyone was talking about their relationship, but he really didn't do anything, just listen to the woman in red's low sobs and mutter.

And when she went crazy, she stood silently aside.

This state lasted for seven days and seven nights, and on the eighth day, Li Jinglan had just gotten up, and the shell girl asked him to go to the mountain for a walk, Li Jinglan wiped his face and hit her uphill.

The shell girl is wearing a fiery red cloak, and it stands to reason that the horse bandits should wear gray and earthy yellow clothes, because no matter Qin Cang, there will be some eagle falcons in the border army, as the eyes of the border reconnaissance, the bright color is more likely to attract the attention of these flat-haired beasts, but the shell girl doesn't care about these, no matter how tense the situation is, she is a bright red.

The two came to a small hillside, and the shell girl turned over and dismounted, leaving the war horse to gnaw the bark among the sparse bushes on its own.

Li Jinglan silently followed.

"Are you a spy of the Qin army?" asked the shell girl suddenly.

Li Jinglan is not too strange, she is a little too deliberate, she is struggling on the line of life and death every day, how can she not find out that she can pull more than a thousand men to walk the tightrope on the Qincang border for so many years.

"Li Jinglan, the staff general of Ningwuguan, is here to surrender the king!"

"What conditions do you use to convince me?" the shell girl was uncharacteristically calm.

"I don't have any conditions, I just think that we are all Qin people, and we should do something beneficial to the country!

"Okay, refreshing, I saw the wrong person, and I didn't read it wrong, I said one thing, it's a man. The shell girl groaned slightly, and said: "If you marry me, these more than 1,000 lives will be my dowry, can you do this deal?" The two phoenix eyes stared at Li Jinglan's delicate face in a daze.

Li Jinglan did not evade: "The king, thanks to the love, it's just that the kid already has a sweetheart, and it's really difficult to accept the king's kindness." Li Jinglan sighed and made a gesture.

"Okay, yes, I really didn't misunderstand you!" the shell girl looked up to the sky and smiled.

"Li Jinglan, right?"

"Exactly!"

"Since the conditions can't be negotiated, then you should die!"

An acquaintance on the left who is not an acquaintance, the Beicang man with a thick beard is Qu Cuo, who escaped not long ago, a shirtless man on the right, wearing a half-pulled animal skin, with this scimitar obliquely inserted in his waist, and behind him is a blue-robed young man with a face like a crown of jade, a slender figure and a long sword in his hand, and said with a hippie smile: "Don't look at me, don't look at me, just play soy sauce." ”

Before the words fell, Li Jinglan was alarmed, he didn't move, his upper body was like the wind swinging on one side like a willow, and he felt a cold wind blowing on his face, and an almost transparent flying sword swept past the tip of his nose, if he didn't turn sideways in time, this sword would be pierced to the back of his head, Li Jinglan "bah", "Sure enough, it's a little white face that is more yin!"

The young man who looked lazy, seeing that the conspiracy had not succeeded, was not ashamed, and smiled "hehe", you fight, you fight, I will see the excitement!

Qu Cuo, a disciple of the outer gate of the Burning King Temple, a fox hunter of Fengdao Mountain, and an unknown swordsman. And the woman who was still crying by her side last night.

Surrounded by enemies on all sides, Li Jinglan was trapped in the middle.

Looking at the woman in red in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh again, "Alas, the master is right, only women and villains are difficult to raise!"

The woman was ruthless, the long whip was on the chest, Li Jinglan dodged to the left, Qu Cuo went straight into the middle palace with both fists, Qu Cuo was actually the weakest of the four, but Li Jinglan still didn't borrow hard, the long sleeves rolled up and flew back to the right side, and his body moved, avoiding the insidious flying sword under the fist.

The fox hunter slashed his scimitar and said in stiff Chinese: "This road is not going to work!"

Li Jinglan seemed to agree in a low voice: "Oh!"

Turning around, he faced the blue-robed youth.

The blue-robed young man smiled "hehe": "I can't stop you, please!" As he spoke, he really let go of half of his body, as if he really wanted to let him go.

Faced with this guy who had already yin himself twice in a moment, Li Jinglan didn't dare to have half a chance to take chance. The long whip behind his back rose, Li Jinglan kicked on his toes, his body hit backwards, and his elbow hit the woman's chest.

"Oh, doesn't you say you don't sit still?" exclaimed, the blue-robed young man.

The woman retreated. The fist wind and the sword wind arrived, Li Jinglan turned an arc left and right under his feet, and was about to take advantage of the left side to turn around to pull the already weightless Qucuo to crash into the knife on the right, suddenly stopped suddenly, shook the long knife with a punch, and turned his body like a windmill, so that he could avoid the flying sword that stabbed his thigh.

Originally, it was just these three people, and Li Jinglan might not be able to break through the encirclement, but this flying sword with extreme damage made him have to pay attention to most of his attention. After a few rounds, it was a bit miserable.

Again avoided Li Jinglan, who drilled the sword under his ribs, and gently held the hilt of the knife on his left waist, and the blue-robed young man pushed the scabbard aside with his fingers, and casually pinched the sword trick: "If you have something to say, it is good to say! "If you have something to say, you can talk about it! My sword name is Qingluan, it should be Luan Feng and Ming! ”

As he spoke, a touch of sword qi hit the center of his eyebrows, Li Jinglan drew a knife to block his face, the swords collided but there was no sound of gold and iron, Li Jinglan was hit by his own knife face, and a few traces of blood oozed from the corners of his eyes and nose.

Li Jinglan's knife momentum swirled, and the scimitar behind him, the long whip swung away, and the tip of the knife sparked a flash of fire on the ground, facing the sword qi.

The sword qi of the sword gang was divided at the touch of a button, and the blue-robed young man stepped forward with his clothes fluttering, revealing his solemnity for the first time, fitting the sword and making a fierce momentum.

Li Jinglan held the knife in both hands, opened the mountain with the knife, the long sword turned horizontally, the blue-robed young man did not avoid it, the momentum of the two finally collided hard, the result was that Li Jinglan slipped out more than a foot, and a bloody hole was poked out of the insidious flying sword in his left shoulder, and the blue-robed young man took four steps with his legs, and his face was slightly pale.

Li Jinglan ravaged up, the people followed the knife, and one person did not escape or retreat against the four people, but attacked reflexively.

Open the mountain, intercept the river, the immortal eighteen beats, the knife is wide open and closed, and the style of one force will drop ten times.

The shell girl, the fox hunter, and Qu Cuo connected more than a dozen knives, and their arms were weak, so they felt strained, and the knife man roared in a low voice: "Jiang Sheng, still can't you get a sword?"

The sword came out silently, and a sword pierced the back of the fox hunter in Fengdao Mountain, and the transparent small sword swept through Qucuo's throat, and the two Beicang men died without turning a blind eye.

"If you give up the sword, I'll come out, don't blame me!"

The woman in red was dumbfounded.

The corners of Li Jinglan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a majestic aura enveloped the blue-robed youth.

"My own family, my own family, don't be angry, don't be angry, Jiang Zifan of Wujian Villa has seen the junior brother of the Shocking Lan!" the blue-robed young man put away the long sword in his hand with a hippie smile. threw a few winks at Li Jinglan.

The sword name is "Qingluan", and the name is Zifan, of course, it is Li Jingxian's follower, senior brother, and the third generation of the big disciple of the Sword Villa.

Although Li Jinglan has never heard his sister say it, this sword fairy embryo has been mentioned in the secret records of the rivers and lakes of the black guard, among which he has many praises for his appearance and talent, and he is one of the most promising young people in the world to inherit the mantle of the sword immortal, so one of the few people is still because Li Jingxian is a peerless ride, if it is not for her, there is almost no match among the junior swordsmen.

But this product is obviously not playing cards according to common sense, this way of playing is a bit different, not to mention a rogue who is alive and well, and he also gave Li Jinglan's left shoulder a hard time.

Li Jinglan's long knife was not put away, the tip of the knife pointed directly at the young man, one breath, two breaths, three breaths, Jiang Zifan had already collected his breath and retracted his sword, and after holding it for a few times, he couldn't stand it a little, and his stiff face with a smile also sank: "Isn't it!

"Hehe, Jiang Zifan? Who is it? I haven't heard of it, or you will be tied up, and I will take you back to find my sister to confirm it? What are you talking about? I'm a stupid person, this sword can't be taken in vain! If I don't arrest you back, my sister asked me what happened to the injury on my left shoulder, and you will probably not admit it, who will I talk to when the time comes? Do you say this is the reason?" Li Jinglan remained silent.

Jiang Zifan just played the rise, but forgot about this one, and the cold woman came to mind, a domineering and incomparable sword, and his heart trembled a little. My mother! Any joke can be slapped away by the scabbard, but this time I stabbed my brother into a bloody hole, and he died, and he died, and he was dead.

A pretty face, suddenly like ashes. sat on the ground with his butt and patted his head vigorously, "Jiang Zifan, you are stupid, who you don't provoke, you deserve it!

Li Jinglan looked at this nervous thing, and suddenly went crazy again, and he didn't know what he was muttering. Turning to look at the female bandit leader dressed in red, the shell girl threw the long whip in her hand, glared at him and said, "If you want to kill, you can kill whatever you want!" Li Jinglan slowly returned the long knife to the sheath. "Didn't you look at the yellow calendar when you went out today?

The horse that he turned to find him did not ride, but took the reins of the horse and walked down the hill. Jiang Zifan reacted, jumped up and chased after him with a shout.

"Senior Brother Jinglan, you ......"

"Huh?"

"Senior Brother Shocking?"

"My master is a true Taoist, and Sima Jianshen has to be honored as a senior uncle when he sees it. ”

"Master?"

"Roll ......"

"Don't mind, how can a family say such heartless words!"

"Come on, come on, you ask my left shoulder, and see if it feels unforgiving?"

"Master, don't mind, why don't I poke one here?" Jiang Zifan gritted his teeth and pulled out the long sword under his ribs.

Li Jinglan turned around and looked at him, and the two of them stared at each other for a long time.

"Pok! I'll wait!" Li Jinglan joked.

Jiang Zifan cried with a sad face: "It's really poked!"

Li Jinglan really couldn't stand him, shook his head, and continued to move forward.

"It's okay if you don't poke, give me a bodyguard for ten years, and this matter will be settled!"

"Ten years, no, no, you can still consider it in one year!"

"Five years, no negotiation!"

"Three years, at most!"

"Good!"

"Ahh

Jiang Zifan beats his chest and stomps his feet!

The young man in Tsing Yi with his back to him smiled at the corner of his mouth.

In the distance, the resolute woman in red had complicated eyes, like a spring dream.