The cold wind whistled along with a beautiful melody, and at the top of a tall dead tree, a handsome girl stood on the branch, the cold wind swept through, the skirt fluttered, the girl held the pipa in her arms, and her face was cold, and her eyes were staring at the four ghosts of Montenegro on the ground. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

She is Qiu Ningxue.

"It's you dead girl again, you let you get away with it last time, and you dare to come to your death today?" said the angry ghost viciously.

Qiu Ningxue didn't say a word, and her fingertips secretly plucked the strings and swung forward.

The sound of the piano crossed the ground and suddenly the mud and dust were everywhere, this angry ghost had suffered a lot from this pipa in the Piaoxian Medical Hall, and when he saw this internal force menacing, he hurriedly jumped to the side.

"Boom!", accompanied by several screams from the guards of the Lin Mansion.

Qiu Ningxue took advantage of this momentum and flicked her fingers continuously, and after getting out of the gap, she jumped forward, and finally landed firmly on Shen Linfeng's side.

"Brother Shen, are you okay?" asked Qiu Ningxue with a worried expression.

Shen Linfeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Have you invited someone?"

Qiu Ningxue nodded with a smile, then picked up Shen Linfeng and slowly stepped back.

The dust and smoke dissipated, and although Qiu Ningxue's few attacks just now did not hurt the four ghosts of the Black Mountain, the dozen or so guards of the Lin Mansion could not escape.

The four ghosts of Montenegro all had angry faces, and each slowly walked forward with weapons in hand.

Qiu Ningxue hugged the pipa horizontally and protected Shen Linfeng's body, and the angry ghost swept the hammer in his hand and approached step by step with a cruel smile.

"It's really pitiful for you two hard-working mandarin ducks, who are so young that they both have to die tragically. With that, he raised his hammer high, and was about to smash it down.

The autumn condensation snow was about to attack at the fingertips, and suddenly the dust and wind in the mountains were everywhere, the soil was flying, and the people who were blowing couldn't open their eyes.

The furious hammer was in front of him, and he took two sharp steps back with his arms covered. "Who's doing this?"

"Haha...... I haven't seen my old friend for a few days, so why can't I even hear my voice?"

The angry ghost turned to look at the other three people with confusion, and suddenly the happy ghost's eyes widened, and his reaction instantly reminded the others, the angry ghost hurriedly carried the hammer on his shoulder, and then ran away with a light luck, and the other three ghosts moved even more quickly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Whew!" a sound of breaking wind swept across the sky, and the angry ghost suddenly felt something strange behind him and hurriedly turned back to resist.

"Bell!" There was a crisp sound, and the angry ghost seemed to have been hit by a powerful force, and immediately spurted blood from his mouth and fell heavily to the ground.

Shen Linfeng looked into the air, and what attacked him was a shiny ghost-headed broadsword. At the same time, a black shadow flashed in the sky, and he quickly grabbed the ghost head knife, and slashed straight down from the air with all his strength with the luck of his fall.

The angry ghost almost fell to the ground when he saw this posture, and when he made a move to "donkey rolling" and kicked the ground and flashed to one side in embarrassment, although the posture was ugly, but it could save a life.

"Poof!" The ghost-headed knife fell heavily, directly cutting a hole more than two feet long on the ground, and then look at the person who made the knife, with a strong physique, a full beard, and long and messy hair. He is Zhao Ting, the "Happy Sword King" of Qingyun Village.

It turned out that Shen Linfeng met Qiu Ningxue on the way back to Qingzhou, and after learning that the four ghosts of Montenegro had captured Xia Ziyan, he suddenly remembered in his mind what Niu Sanjin said when he introduced Zhao Ting in Qingyun Village.

"The four ghosts of Montenegro who he used to fight alone took his life and fled!"

That's why Shen Linfeng asked Qiu Ningxue to hurry to Qingyun Village to ask Zhao Ting to come and help.

Shen Linfeng calculated according to the distance that if he hurried non-stop, Zhao Ting would definitely be able to rush to Qingzhou today, so he deliberately went to the city to find Wang Er, described the appearance of Zhao Ting and Qiu Ningxue, and then asked Wang Er to find a few credible people to wait at the various gates of Qingzhou City, and once he found Zhao Ting's figure, he informed him to hurry to Fierce Ghost Mountain.

Now it seems that all this was expected by Shen Linfeng.

The battle in front of him is still going on, but the angry ghost is obviously almost unable to parry, the martial arts of these two people belong to the category of brute grasping and fighting, and what they fight is the strength and internal strength of each person.

If he confronts ordinary people, this angry ghost is absolutely unyielding, but what he met today is Zhao Ting, a reckless man who does not want to die, and he can only admit it at this moment.

"Poof!"

The angry ghost spurted blood from his mouth again, and his body flew straight backwards, and finally slammed into a tree before stopping, his body swaying from side to side twice, and finally falling limply.

Zhao Ting shook the ghost head knife in his hand, and then shouted into the air: "I said brother, I said that one person and half of the people who said good, why are they all occupied by you now?"

It didn't take long for a hearty voice to come from afar.

"Haha...... Brother Zhao, don't worry, brother, I'll send you a past. ”

Shen Linfeng glanced around suspiciously, but Qiu Ningxue didn't say a word, just smiled mysteriously at him.

After a while, a scream pierced the sky, and finally fell to the ground with a "pop".

Shen Linfeng looked at it fixedly, and saw that the blood-stained man on the ground turned out to be the mourning ghost among the four ghosts.

Zhao Ting laughed on his back, and casually picked up the ghost head knife and slashed forward again.

Although the mourning ghost was seriously injured, he was still conscious, and when he saw the knife coming, he immediately raised the judge's pen at his side above his head.

"Bell!" the judge's pen cut straight from the interruption in two.

The mourning ghost held his hands aloft, still in the same position as before, his eyes wide open and looking ahead in disbelief. A moment later, a stream of blood gushed out of his body.

Shen Linfeng was dumbfounded, Zhao Ting's knife just now actually split the mourning ghost in half, and the continuous loss of blood seemed to have drained the last trace of strength from the mourning ghost, and the last raised hands slowly slipped to the ground.

Zhao Ting was like a demon crawling out of hell at this time, the blood spurted out by the mourning ghost was stained all over his body, Zhao Ting wiped it on his face indiscriminately, and then walked in front of Shen Linfeng and asked, "How is it?" Brother Shen, are you okay?"

Shen Linfeng slowly stood up, clenched his fists and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhao, if you hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid I would have ...... long ago."

"Hey!" Zhao Ting waved his hand with a big grin, and said: "Brother Shen, you are kind to our Qingyun Village, now is the time for us to repay the kindness, when we leave, the owner of the village has ordered, saying Brother Shen, you have a great revenge, let our brothers help you avenge the great revenge, when will we leave to return to the cottage." ”

Shen Linfeng asked puzzledly, "Brothers, who else?"

"And me!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw two black shadows in the air passing rapidly, and finally fell heavily to the ground. Immediately afterward, a shirtless man turned over from a distance, his arms were bare, and his fists were the size of a bowl.

He is the "iron-armed Arhat" Sun Dahai of Qingyunzhai.