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He was very nervous, the long knife in his hand trembled slightly, and the two strands were slightly tight, and suddenly he heard footsteps behind him, but the other three people also followed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

They also noticed more and more the strangeness of the carriage, the two horses standing motionless in the snow, as if they were two statues, otherwise they would not have been blown by such a cold wind, and still be so peaceful.

"Let's go, let's take a look. The leader waved his hand, took the lead, and slowly approached the carriage with a wary expression.

They walked slowly, approaching slowly, and when they were two feet apart, the carriage suddenly moved, and it was suddenly transported.

"Yu-" The neighing of the horse suddenly sounded.

The neighing of the horses is extremely loud, in the silent night, it can be heard within a radius of two miles, not only because of the silence of the night, but also because the two horses are full of energy, although it is a low neighing, but it is like the sound of gold and stone, the sound of the clouds, like a martial arts master.

The four of them hurriedly stopped, and looked at the two white horses that turned quietly and faced them head-on, their eyes shining like jewels in the sunlight in the clear light of the moon.

But the gaze they shot was like a sharp arrow, penetrating through the bottom of their hearts, and they actually felt a sense of weakness and timidity, which was extremely strange.

They shook their heads, believing it to be their own hallucinations, tightened their swords or knives at their waists, and walked again, slowly approaching.

The two horses neighed again, their hooves lightly scraping the thick snow, and their eyes sharpened with warning.

Although the four of them could see it, they really didn't want to believe it, and they only thought that they were too careful, so they ignored it and continued to approach.

The door of the carriage was opened, and at the same time a delicate voice was heard: "Horses, horses, what's wrong with you?"

But it was Qing'er who heard Baima's warning, inexplicable, but distressed, and hurriedly ran out to take a look.

As soon as I opened the car door, I saw four people slowly approaching.

"Who are you?" Qing'er was undaunted, snorting coquettishly, pursing her lips, and it was they who made the horses neigh, and she couldn't help but feel a little hostile.

The sound insulation in the carriage is excellent, and if it weren't for the white horse, which is full of energy, like a golden stone, and very penetrating, they would not be able to hear it.

Song Wenqing didn't hear anyone approaching, and when he heard Qing'er's words, he got off the couch, came to the car door, glanced at it, Yingying's eyes swept over the sword on their waists, and then their eyes and demeanor.

"Qing'er, you go in first. She gently patted Qing'er on the back and whispered.

"Oh, yes, Aunt Qing. Qing'er nodded obediently, dodged her figure, and retreated into the carriage, but opened the silk curtain of the Xuan window and looked out from the window.

"I don't know if you heroes have anything to do?" Song Wenqing stood in front of the car door, bowed, and asked lightly, with a cold expression.

The narrow eyes of the leader flashed, and when Qing'er went back, he looked into the car, but was hidden by the moon-white curtain of the carriage, and his heart was even more curious.

Seeing Song Wenqing asking, he turned his gaze back, looked at Song Wenqing, and couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring in his heart, and hurriedly hugged his fists and said, "I'm bothered...... The inferior people are looking for my young lady, she was plotted against her, she was seriously injured, and now she is dead or alive,...... I wonder if the girl saw it?"

Song Wenqing's eyes flickered, and he nodded: "I see, it's a pity that I have been in a hurry, for fear of missing the accommodation, but I finally didn't catch up, and I didn't pay attention to anything else." ”

At this time, one of the four people suddenly fell to the ground, stretched out his nose and sniffed, and then used his hands and feet on the ground, climbed a few times, approached the carriage, and when he looked up, he saw the two white horses' lantern-like eyes, the cold light flickered, and his heart trembled, and he hurriedly stopped his movements and stood up.

He patted the white snow on his elbow on his knees, approached the leader's ear, muttered in a low voice, and then glanced at Song Wenqing and retreated behind the leader.

The leader's narrow face changed suddenly, and the gaze that looked at Song Wenqing became sharp, like two sharp swords, piercing her eyes.

Song Wenqing's expression was cold, his gaze was calm, and when he met his sword-like gaze, he was still calm, like a stone falling into the mire, without the slightest ripple.

"Hehe, why don't you hide it, my young lady is in your car!" The leader sneered, his eyes were like blades, and he looked at Song Wenqing coldly, without blinking.

"Why did Your Excellency say this?!" Song Wenqing said lightly, Ying Ying glanced at the person lying on the ground just now, and frowned secretly.

"Hey, the girl has hidden the news of Miss Zai Xia for no reason, I don't know what her intentions are?!" the man snorted coldly, and his slender hand slowly touched the hilt of the sword.

Song Wenqing knew that Jiang Suning's existence could no longer be hidden, and they must have a secret method, but she still had doubts in her heart, suspecting that they were the ones who were chasing and killing.

If it was a person with immature martial arts experience, he would have been happy and would have informed Jiang Suning of the person here, but Song Wenqing is very smart, although he is not experienced in martial arts, he is extremely cautious, and he would rather miss it than make a mistake.

"You have the wrong person, it's just a little niece down there. Song Wenqing shook his head, his expression was calm and quiet, and he said lightly.

"Then, no wonder you're being rude!" The leader of the four slowly drew his sword out of its sheath, the sword light was like water, and it was even more quiet and cold in the night.

"Boss, kill chickens with a knife, and the younger brother will do the work for you!" one of the short and thin men suddenly stepped forward and said with his fists clenched.

The leader looked at Song Wenqing, who was as light as a chrysanthemum, then looked at his subordinates beside him, and nodded: "Don't underestimate the enemy, you are a master!"

"Don't worry, boss, little brother can save it!" the man patted his chest, pulled out a long knife from his waist, and stepped forward.

"Yu!" the neighing of the horse sounded again.

The four of them felt a roar in their heads, and the golden light flashed in front of them, and they were almost unsteady on their feet.

But the two white horses, sensing their hostility, were no longer polite, and the neighing resounded through the air, shaking for miles, and the trees beside them shook slightly, and the snow fell on the trees.

The short and thin man was about thirty years old, although he was thin, but his voice was loud and his tone was rough, he shook his head vigorously, shook the Venus in front of him, took two steps back, stared at the two white horses, and exclaimed, "Damn, what kind of strange horse is this?!"

"You're weird!" Qing'er's beautiful face flashed from Song Wenqing's fragrant shoulders, and she said in a coquettish voice, her face full of indignation, she loved the two white horses very much, and she couldn't help but be slandered by others.

"You little girl, go out of the way, don't splash blood!" the man smiled, his eyes burning, and swirled between Qing'er's chest and abdomen.

Qing'er's pretty face changed, sank, and was angry, she had seen a lot of his gaze, and she had hurt a lot of people because of this, these silver thieves who were obsessed with lust really deserved to die!

"Qing'er, go back, don't come out!" Song Wenqing turned his back to her and shouted in a deep voice.

"Aunt Qing......" Qing'er was quite reluctant.

"Retreat!" Song Wen snorted lightly.

"Okay...... Qing'er pouted her lips, reluctantly agreed, and when she left, she said unwillingly: "This guy is very bad, Aunt Qing teaches him a good lesson!"

Song Wenqing nodded slightly, and Yingying's gaze was focused on the long knife that the man slowly pulled out.

The long knife was extremely long, about half his length, and when held in his hand, it seemed to be crushed to the ground by the long knife, and there were several small gaps in the blade, which did not seem to be sharp.

Song Wenqing knew that he was killed by him, and just by looking at his opening, he knew that he already had several lives in his hands, and he must be a fierce and cruel person, so he really didn't have to keep his hands.

She floated to the ground from the carriage, leaving only a shallow footprint on the thick and soft snow, and the lotus step moved lightly, and the moon white Luo shirt was in style, leaving the white horse in front of the four people.

"Girl, please!" the short and thin man raised his long knife in front of his forehead, and with a loud cry, his figure jumped out, and he held the knife in both hands and slashed straight down.

This move splits Huashan, the momentum is overwhelming, it seems that a knife can split the earth, and before the knife arrives, the sea on Song Wenqing's forehead has already fluttered.

"Snort-!" The sword light flashed, Song Wenqing's body and sword closed, and he suddenly floated up, dodging a knife that slashed Huashan, and the tip of the sword had already picked at his chest.

"Hey!" the man faced the tip of the sword between his chest and ribs, did not panic, exhaled and spoke, pressed his wrist, used his right foot as the axis, twisted his waist and abdomen, and the long knife changed from a downward split to an oblique split, drawing a silver-white match, which was extremely beautiful in the moonlight.

In the carriage, Qing'er was kneeling on the couch, looking at the situation through the window, when she suddenly heard movement, turned around and saw Jiang Suning about to get up, and hurriedly shouted: "Sister Jiang, don't move." ”

"I'll take a look. Jiang Suning still propped up his arms and wanted to stay.

Qing'er jumped and fell in front of Jiang Suning's couch, hurriedly pressed her arm, and said hurriedly: "You can't move!"

Busy and comforted: "Don't worry, my Aunt Qing's martial arts are extremely powerful, these four people are nothing at all!"

"They are the ones who hunted me down. Jiang Suning smiled bitterly, she had no strength in her body, so she could only lie down again, her curved eyebrows frowning, which increased my pity even more.

"I know that they are not well-intentioned, hmph! Aunt Qing has already seen through them!" Qing'er straightened up and raised her head proudly.

"But their martial arts are very powerful......"

"Don't worry, no matter how powerful you are, you can't compare to Aunt Qing!" Qing'er waved her little hand with a firm expression.

But the situation outside is not as she thought, Song Wenqing is falling downwind at this time, struggling to support under the wind and rain of the long knife, like a flat boat in the angry waves of the sea, looking extremely dangerous.

(To be continued)