Everyone went to bed early after eating dry food, and decided to set off tomorrow at sunrise, but they couldn't sleep, thinking about what had happened recently, thinking about whether the real murderer would be Qingyu, and thinking about if it was really Qingyu, would they attack them in the middle of the night? Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The next day, Qingyu set off with the crowd, and galloped forward to chase the murderer whom she could not have known, and did not find any murder until the afternoon. After a long time of running, everyone was tired enough, so they had to stop and rest, at this time, there were faint cries for help and shouts of killing in the desert, and everyone was excited in their hearts, and secretly said: "The murderer finally came out to commit the crime again, it seems that it is really not Qingyu's doing, he must be taken down today." Ignoring the fatigue, he turned over his horse with a shout and ran towards the source of the sound.

Stepping on a sand dune, I saw more than a dozen people running in front of the desert, dozens of people riding horses and waving knives behind them while chasing and laughing, and twenty or thirty corpses had fallen behind them. In this situation, you can't turn a blind eye, everyone has been dizzy by the real murderer in recent days, very depressed, and I want to vent for a while, this is the opportunity, shouting "kill", rushed down.

The dozen or so people who fled thought that another group of horse thieves was coming, and they all stopped and gathered together, each panicked, but a masked young man with a long sword in his hand rushed towards everyone. Knowing that he had mistaken the man, the team split up in the middle, bypassed a dozen people, and rushed straight at the horse thief, surrounding him. Dozens of horse thieves immediately panicked and rushed to kill in all directions, trying to break out of the encirclement, but how could they be able to match these many martial arts warriors of the Central Plains who were extremely angry? In less than a stick of incense, they had already been slaughtered. The people in front of him were quite dissatisfied, and when the people in front of him were gone, they jumped off their horses and mended the corpses that seemed to be intact a few more times, and spat on them, so that they felt a little better and got on their horses and followed.

More than a dozen rescued people were Han Chinese, who had gone to the West to do business, but when they returned to here, they encountered horse thieves, and all the escorts were killed and could no longer walk, so after thanking everyone, I hoped that everyone could give protection. Everyone was afraid of delaying the trip and was unwilling, but they couldn't stand their repeated requests, Qianqiong and other heads of the six major factions discussed, if the murderer was to blame Qingyu, then Qingyu was with everyone, and the murderer would not be able to commit another crime. If Qingyu is the real murderer, she can't commit a crime with everyone, unless it's neither. To prove their conjecture, the six persuaded the crowd to agree to the dozen or so businessmen to accompany them. A dozen merchants thanked them and, in accordance with the rules of the caravan, gave the goods of the dead merchants to the people as a reward for revenge on the dead.

On the evening of the third day, while they were on their way through the desert, a merchant took a look at the terrain and told them that there was a small desert oasis not far away, and they should lead the way. Everyone followed him and crossed a few big slopes, and sure enough, they saw an oasis, and with a cheer, they were about to rush forward to drink water, when suddenly a person shouted: "Look, everyone, what is that?" Everyone gathered to look around, only to see dozens of gray shadows on the edge of a water pool in the oasis, and kept beating, trapping two shadows, one large and one small.

The six masters have deep internal strength, and they can see clearly, the moving gray shadow is a wild wolf infested in the desert, and the trapped one person and one horse are exclaimed: "It's not good, someone is trapped by the wolves, let's hurry up and rescue." ”

Others exclaimed, "All right, there is wolf meat to satisfy tonight, so let's go and catch it." "Rushing down the dunes and rushing to the oasis.

At this moment, there was a wolf howl, and the wolves launched an attack, and they couldn't stop pounced on that person. But what made everyone unbelievable was that the man was not afraid at all, and his figure moved quickly around the horse, many times faster than the speed of the wolves. As long as which wolf pounced and slapped a punch, whether it hit the head or the stomach, it immediately howled and gave his life, and before everyone approached, a dozen wolves had killed seven or eight wolves, and the remaining ten saw that the situation was not good, howled in a low voice, and ran away. The man pounced on the ground, chased after him, flashed left and right, only to hear the screams one after another, before he could reach eight feet, more than a dozen hungry wolves who fled with all his strength were killed, the man patted the dust on his body and returned to the horse, tore the wolf's skin, and there was no injury on his body.

Everyone admired his martial arts, and they all gathered around him, but they saw that the man was disheveled, his hair was messy, and he was more beggar than a beggar, and he was very good at the shape and demeanor of a worldly master. Qingyu took a few steps closer and said, "Your Excellency is really a good means. One man could kill so many hungry wolves empty-handed. Let me wait for admiration, I don't know your high name" The man said: "We are all acquaintances, especially you. He stood up with a hum, pulled his messy hair back to his head, looked up to the sky and laughed, the moonlight shone on his face, and everyone's hair immediately stood on end, cold sweat broke out, and he took a few steps back. The sword came out of its sheath with a choking thud, but the hand trembled. Lips trembled. The color of the cavity is three points uglier than seeing a ghost.

Qingyu couldn't help but take two steps back, and exclaimed, "Why is Meng Taihua you?" Meng Taihua laughed and said, "Apart from me, who else can be so frightened by your so-called famous and decent families?" You... Not already... Are you already dead?" Meng Taihua said in a pit: "Don't you know that the old exterminator is a bully who is afraid of the weak and afraid of the hard, specializing in killing good people and conniving at bad people? It starts with your love. "Hudi punched him. Qingyu hurriedly jumped away, and everyone retreated. I was afraid of death, but in order to support the decent family, I couldn't run away. Let's talk about the hand that killed the wolf just now. It's hard to escape, and it's not enough to slap it in the back. It's better to fight and die and make a name for yourself.

Taihua threw more than a dozen punches in a row, but he didn't hit Qin She, and he was in one fire pit after another on the sand. Everyone had only the intention of stepping forward to help in the battle, but no one wanted to be the first to die, Jingwen knew that she couldn't kill Meng Taihua at all, so she could only distract him. So he flashed to the side of Qingyu. Meng Taihua punched left and right, forcing the two away. Suddenly, there was a roar of forgiveness. In a flash, he threw himself straight at Jingwen, and pushed his fists out with all his might. It's so fast that there is no distance between the two of them. Qingyu shouted "no", and rushed forward like a shadow, and tied Jingwen away with all her strength. At the same time, he stretched out his arms and forcibly received Meng Taihua's earth-shattering blow. The body went to the rock and fell backwards. Meng Taihua punched out, his body was in the early stage, the second punch hit the chest of the love house, the foot was kicked, and the third punch was also slapped on the chest.

These three blows of steel have been extremely fierce and fast, just like a person slapping his palm three times with all his strength and urgency. Everyone saw Meng Taihua's figure flickering three times quickly, and when they heard three forced and muffled sounds, Qingyu's body flashed twice in the air, and a rain of blood erupted from the sky, and fell into the pond with a thud, splashing all over the water, and there must be another thought: "Qingyu is over, and we are almost finished." More than a dozen people screamed and fled, although they did not want to, but under the threat of death, they instinctively made this move, and more people had weak legs, and they couldn't run if they wanted to.

Jingwen also shouted "no" and looked at the pool, feeling sad for a while, and roared angrily: "I killed you." Rushing forward, a floating shadow appeared on the tip of the sword, slashing at Meng Taihua.

Meng Taihua sneered: "How can such a small skill hurt me?" He stepped back three feet slightly, and stood still with his hands behind his back. Jingwen's heart was like stagnant water at this time, and she no longer wanted to think about how powerful the other party was, how terrible it was, so she stabbed it with all her might. Meng Taihua did not dodge, and slapped Jingwen with a palm, with a few soft sounds, the long sword pierced his palm like hitting a stubborn stone, broken into several sections, and Jingwen was grabbed in his hand and lifted up.

Meng Taihua pretended to be relaxed and said: "What, do you like him very much, you want to avenge him and kill me?"

Jingwen thought that Qingyu would definitely die this time, and it was difficult to express her enthusiasm, so she said loudly under grief and indignation: "Yes, I like him, I like to kill you for him, I want to die for him, you kill me! ”

Meng Taihua laughed and said masochistically: "But I'm not afraid, I won't kill you, I want you to be like me, forever bear the pain of losing your loved one." I won't kill you, I hope you love him day and night, weep for him every night, be heartbroken forever, live forever in irreparable hatred, and let the flame of hatred burn you out little by little. ”

Jingwen yelled, "No, you demon. ”

Meng Taihua said: "I am a demon, but I will not kill you, I want you to experience my pain for the rest of your life, and share all the suffering in this world with yourself." He threw Jingwen out, and his eyes turned to everyone.

Everyone's hearts jumped, trembling all over, and as he approached, their eyes flickered, full of fear of death. Suddenly, the masked young man who followed the caravan said, "It's all a bunch of useless waste. Jumping out, he drew his sword and pointed at Meng Taihua and said, "If you want to kill everyone, start with me." ”

Meng Taihua sneered: "I know that there is a kind of person in the world who is not dead, and you will have a whole corpse in the ground." "Huhuhuhu

Before his palm could be released, the masked young man's body had disappeared, Meng Taihua snorted coldly, and turned around with a palm. The masked young man swooped up and stabbed three swords out of thin air, but unfortunately Meng Taihua easily stretched out his fingers and bounced away, and his body spun rapidly when he fell, and the sword light attacked again. Meng Taihua's fleshy palm shook his body and bullied forward, rubbing more than 30 quick and urgent light sounds to block the opponent's attack, and hit another punch casually.

The figure of the masked young man had disappeared again, and as soon as Meng Taihua's offensive passed, he turned around and returned to the same place again to stab a sword and disappear again. Meng Taihua stood on the ground and punched backwards and forwards, while the young man flashed around him, leaving a series of sweeping silhouettes. Although this young man only attacked one sword at a time, and every time he failed, he also made the opponent's hands and feet messy, and he couldn't help but punch and slap each other. When everyone saw the boy's strange way of playing, they actually trapped Meng Taihua, and they settled down and began to flee quietly.

The six palms exchanged glances, and Qianqiong said: "Although this young man's martial arts are good, he is not as good as Meng Taihua, and we are waiting for him to die, so it is better to step forward to help in the battle." The five of them said in unison: "Okay!" The two were trapped in six directions, but the two of them attacked and defended strictly, and they were extremely fast, and no one intervened at all, so they could only spare the circle and wait for the opportunity. Jingwen lay on the water's edge, trying to find Qingyu's body, but she couldn't even see a shadow, so she could only cry bitterly.

The two fought for a long time, and no one could help anyone. Meng Taihua suddenly smiled and said: "Kung Fu is not bad, okay, I'll give you a chance to kill me, come on." "With his arms crossed over his chest, he stood still. The masked young man was unceremonious, flashing behind him was a seventeen sword, the cold stars were as dense as rain, and after falling, he didn't make a sound, it felt like he had been stabbed on an extremely flexible object, and the sword power was wiped out with a slight fall. In fact, the tip of the sword never pierced his body at all, only the extremely thin layer of protective body that was constantly flowing outside his body soaked out all his attack power. Although the masked young man was surprised, he didn't give up, and screamed softly and stabbed the sword in his vest, causing Meng Taihua's body to tremble violently, but he flicked the sword away and sneered: "You are the most uneasy." "Turning around is a punch.

The masked young man jumped over his head, Meng Taihua had already expected it, and raised his left hand to chase three punches again, forcing him to fall to the ground, and a hint of a divine fist was shot out of thin air. The masked boy landed on the ground three times and turned three times away, his hair was all loose when he stood still, and the fist had shattered the bun on the top, and he almost lost his life by a fraction of a margin. Seeing that the situation was not good, the six leaders quickly retreated. Meng Taihua swung his fist and slashed, and the six of them rolled on the ground to avoid the side, and suddenly the dust flew, leaving a sand pit behind him, and he got up and was covered with sand and dirt, and arrived home in embarrassment. Meng Taihua ignored the six people at all, and smiled at the masked young man: "My hair is scattered and I look like a beauty, but it's a pity that I, Meng Taihua, don't distinguish between beauty and ugliness, and I kill both men and women." ”

The masked young man said coldly: "I'm the same, no matter whether the enemy's martial arts are strong or weak, as long as you want to kill them, you will kill them." Gathering qi and concentrating his eyes tightly, the long sword slowly rose up, pointing to the bright moon in the sky, his left hand swiped out of thin air, his eyes suddenly opened, the cold light was shining, and a light drink flew up in his mouth, just a flash, the distance between two zhang no longer existed, and the tip of the sword stabbed Meng Taihua in the chest. Meng Taihua sneered lightly, clasped her sword body with both palms, and wanted to return her punch after it was broken, but she didn't know that she had just clamped a stabbing pain in her chest, and when she looked down, she was oozing blood. Just as he looked down, the sword forced its way through his palm, piercing through the wound. Meng Taihua was furious in his heart, and clamped the sword with both palms, and with a click, the long sword broke into pieces, and slapped it at the door in front of him with one palm. The masked boy stepped on his belly with one foot, lay down to avoid the force of his palm, and popped back like an arrow from the string, and one fell upside down, as if he had collapsed and could not stand upright, his legs were weak, and he knelt on one knee.

Like the last time he was injured by Qingyu's nine swords on Qixingzhuang, Meng Taihua was also injured by the sword qi of the masked young man this time, and then he was pierced by the sword, but his internal strength was extremely deep and the protection was strong, although he was pierced through the flesh and skin, the inflamed flow in his body blocked the advance of the sword qi, so he was only slightly injured. If this young man had the skills of Yintao and Wild Waves, he would have pierced him a long time ago.

Meng Taihua seemed to be a little incredulous, and shouted: "Who are you, why do you have such a domineering sword qi, what kind of sword technique is this?" The masked young man ignored it completely, just gasped. Meng Taihua said: "Although your swordsmanship is good, it's a pity that your internal strength is embarrassing and you can't kill me." He pulled out a small piece of broken sword pierced in his chest and held it in his palm, crushed it with a click, and said fiercely: "No one can save you, you all have to die." ”