There was no wind, the smell of blood lingered in the air, the mountains and forests were as silent as death, Han Feng could hear his pounding heartbeat, and he covered his mouth in horror as if he had forgotten to breathe. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The handcartridge that fell on the snow, the beam of light was half-hidden and half-exposed, and under the dim light, Zhang Quyi exuded a ferocious aura all over his body, and the sword blade dripping with blood was cold and bright, as if there were thousands of unjust souls haunting and roaring.

Liu Xijun's delicate body shrank involuntarily, like a little white rabbit exposed in front of the fierce beast of the desolate wilderness, and the fear of death pressed her almost physically and mentally.

Zhang Quyi's red eyes stared at Liu Xijun, his expression fierce and cold, just like Bai Qi, the killing god who killed 400,000 Zhao pawns more than 2,000 years ago, and slowly raised his sword......

Liu Xijun shrank even more, and the crystal tears finally couldn't help but burst out of his eyes, is this going to die?

Faces, familiar or unfamiliar, swept through his mind like a movie, Liu Xijun remembered the little girl with pigtails and loved to lie on the windowsill and count the stars...... remembered the scene when he met Zhang Quyi on the top of the cliff, and remembered the broken blade that fell in front of him.

The sword light fell like a frightened rainbow, and Liu Xijun silently closed his eyes: "It's time to say goodbye, it's just ...... It's just unwilling. ”

Time seemed to stop suddenly, and it seemed like centuries had passed, until he heard two heavy objects falling to the ground, and Liu Xijun opened his eyes blankly.

I saw the sword hovering half a foot above Liu Xijun's head, Zhang Quyi's expression struggled, and his blood-red eyes were like poorly contacted diodes, which lit up and went out for a while, and the hands holding the sword were green and tendonous, as if the two hands were competing with each other.

"I'm alive!"

At this moment, Liu Xijun was surrounded by great joy, and instead of running away immediately, he made an astonishing move, opening his hands and hugging Zhang Quyi tightly.

The snow sweeper and dust collector who had just fallen to the ground in horror opened their mouths wide in surprise, this ...... What's the situation?

Nephrite was warm and fragrant in his arms, and his blood-red eyes showed a trace of puzzlement, and the ferocity on his face weakened slightly.

At this moment, the sword suddenly let out a dissatisfied hum, and a cloud of black gas invisible to the naked eye emerged from the sword's body and directly penetrated into Zhang Quyi's eyebrows.

Zhang Quyi's body was suddenly shocked, his expression became hideous again, and Liu Xijun pushed and fell to the ground roughly, and raised the sword again.

"Ah!" exclaimed the snow and dust removal in unison.

Bang......

Han Feng's sniper rifle rang out, and a furious bullet struck the sword, and the huge momentum shook it out of Zhang Quyi's hand and plunged into the snow.

Zhang Quyi's blood-red eyes instantly regained a trace of clarity, and he quickly poked the magic trick in his hand, and at the same time shouted: "Nine needles seal the gods!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Quyi immediately stretched out his hands again, grabbed Liu Xijun's fragrant shoulders on both sides and lifted them up, and shouted with a hideous expression: "Dare, Ben Shuai killed you!"

Then he immediately let go of Liu Xijun and yelled: "Hurry up and do it, you can't stand it." ”

This time, even Han Feng was dumbfounded, what is Zhang Shao doing?

Liu Xijun was horrified in his heart, and with a flip of his wrist, there were nine more silver needles, which quickly pierced into nine acupuncture points on Zhang Qu's head.

Zhang Quyi immediately rolled his eyes and fell forward, Liu Xijun hurriedly opened his hands to hug him, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, finally stopped temporarily!

[Nine Needles Fengshen] and [Nine Needles Piercing God] are both secret acupuncture techniques in Yaowang Valley, the latter is to boost the spirit by stimulating acupuncture points, while the former is the opposite, which can seal people's spirits and make people enter a coma.

Snow sweeper and dust removal came over, and found that Zhang Quyi had indeed fainted in Liu Xijun's arms, they all breathed a sigh of relief, and said with palpitations: "Miss, is the son of evil spirit, or has he gone mad?"

Liu Xijun shook his head worriedly and said: "I'm afraid it's more serious than going mad, it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, let's leave here first." ”

Xue Sweep and Dust Removal nodded, and the latter glanced at Zhang Quyi, whose head was resting on Liu Xijun's chest, and said, "Miss, let me carry my son." ”

Liu Xijun's face was slightly pale, but he still shook his head and said, "I'll come!"

"Don't touch that sword directly!" Han Feng hurriedly reminded loudly when he saw that Xue Qing was about to pick up the sword.

Xue Plough was startled, hurriedly retracted his hand, and asked, "Why?"

Han Feng explained: "This is the sword of the Warring States Killing God Bai Qi, which has absorbed the blood and remnants of millions of living beings, and it is extremely ferocious. ”

Including Liu Xijun, they were all shocked!

Han Feng bent down, tore off a piece of cloth from Uesugi Genka's half-broken corpse, and wrapped it around his hand a few times before carefully pulling out the sword on the ground.

At this time, although the sword still exuded a fierce aura of soldiers, it had obviously weakened by half, and Han Feng couldn't help but be a little puzzled, could it be that most of the soldiers had run into Zhang Shao's body?

Han Feng put the sword back into his sheath and reached out to hand it to Sweep Snow, who took it and said thank you, looking at Han Feng curiously.

"May I ask what is the name of this eldest brother and what does it have to do with my master?" Liu Xijun asked politely, just now fortunately, Han Feng shot down the sword, otherwise he would probably die under the sword.

"My name is Han Feng, and I'm a friend of Zhang Shao!" replied Han Feng.

Liu Xijun's heart moved, it seemed that Zhang Quyi came to Xianyang this time, it should be related to this Han Feng, and said with a smile: "Thank you just now!"

Han Feng smiled without force, he was not a person who talked much, turned around and walked back to Uesugi Xuanhua's corpse, stretched out his hand and groped.

Snow sweeping and dust removal can't help but turn their faces, Uesugi Xuanhua's corpse is so terrifying, the intestines and internal organs are flowing all over the ground, Han Feng is still turning over on it, vomiting!

At this time, Han Feng pulled out a bloody rope from near the neck of the corpse, the rope had been cut, but there was still a bullet tied underneath, exactly the same as the two that Zhang Quyi had taken out before.

Liu Xijun's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but glance at Han Feng more, this person was very careful, and he must have found this bullet when he pulled the strip of cloth and took the sword just now.

Han Feng ripped off the rope, wiped the blood stains off the bullets, and then handed it to Liu Xijun and said: "This bullet is the same as Zhang Shao's two, and these Japanese people are here for those two bullets, and there seems to be a secret of the Uesugi family on it." Miss Liu, you can help Zhang Shao keep it first. ”

Liu Xijun was not polite, thanked him and took the bullet and put it away.

At this moment, there were dense footsteps in the distance, and there were many people in the woods, and some people shouted to this side in the Japanese language.

Han Feng's face changed suddenly, and he said in a low voice: "It's the attack on me and Zhang Shao, those Japanese people, all with submachine guns, strong strength, go quickly!"

Liu Xijun's expression was awe-inspiring, and he hurriedly hugged Zhang Qu and turned around and ran out of the woods, clearing snow and dusting behind to cover.

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