Guan Qianjian suddenly realized that the two of them wanted to entrust Huaikong with him, not to ask him to deal with Yue Song directly, but to ask him to act as a messenger and ask for help in the Infinite Mountain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Bring it. When he turned around, he saw an extremely fat body, two thick eyebrows connected in a line, fierce eyes, and a palm the size of a fan stretched out in front of him.

"What?" Guan Qianjian took a step back and quietly put the two small objects he had just gotten into his arms.

The man shook his arm, took a step forward and shouted, "Bring it!"

Guan Qianjian said angrily: "The ghost knows what you want to take!"

The man shouted: "Don't pretend to be confused, what those two people gave you just now, hand it over honestly, and spare you from dying." ”

Guan Qianjian knew that he couldn't do it, and weighed it in his heart: My martial arts are still some distance away from the two people in the Liuru Sect, and with their ability, they can't help but be chased by this person and flee in embarrassment, but it can be seen that his cultivation is another realm. But how can I break my word again?

"Do you say hand it over, and I'll hand it over?" he barely faked a sneer.

The man said happily: "Okay, it has really reached your hands, and it has saved me a footstep." What does it make if you hand it over or not?" After saying this, the thunderbolt slashed down.

When Guan Qianjian saw him raise his sword, his thick eyebrows stabbed obliquely, his eyes were round, his face was muscular, and his expression was very terrifying. Don't say that if you really suffer this knife, even if you take a little edge, you can kill someone.

The more critical the moment, the faster Guan Qianjian's brain turned, the higher the shot was higher than usual, and the strength seemed to have increased a few points out of thin air; he pointed out with a sword, hitting the enemy's sword, "ding" sound, not very loud, it seemed that the force was not heavy, but the arm holding the knife was stretched outward, and his body was shaken to a stagger, almost unsteady on his feet, and the other hand was hurriedly closed, helping to grasp the handle of the knife, as if one step slower, the big knife was about to fly out of his hand.

It turned out that Guan Qianjian's move used the method of transportation in the six directions of the Heavenly Sword to be used just right, not only with a light blow, four or two to pull out a thousand catties, but also with an extremely ingenious technique, vibrating the enemy knife, so that it was in the hands of the master like a suddenly awakened python, constantly twisting and turning, making it difficult to grasp.

The man only said that Guan Qianjian was powerful, and thought: "Look at his appearance, he is not amazing, but he is a strong man, I don't believe that he can beat me if he really fights hard." Needless to say, the knife was slashed wildly, and in the blink of an eye, there were as many as thirty-two knives.

Guan Qianjian carefully followed the Heavenly Sword moves at the beginning, and the law was strict, but later the other party's attack became more and more urgent, which caused chaos in the rules, and he did not hesitate to think about it, and only cared about parrying with all his might.

Thirty knives and twenty-one passes, it is really like the beginning of a rainstorm. He fixed his mind and looked around him, and he was not red, but only an arm, although he could barely hold a sword, it was no different from wood, and it was difficult to listen to the call.

Looking at the enemy again, it was not easy to feel anything, his face was flushed, and his brows were tightly locked, as if he was trying to restrain the pain. But he only took two breaths, that is, he recovered as before, and the knife was on again.

Guan Qianjian knew that he could not be spared, so he could only learn from the example of the two senior disciples of Liurumen, smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and ran wildly towards the back mountain.

The man cursed in his mouth, followed closely behind him, and was only a few feet away at first.

In terms of body length, that person is a head higher than Guan Qianjian, and although Guan Qianjian has learned a hand of swordsmanship, he has not received any guidance, so this short distance of a few feet, look at the shortening, the situation is as dangerous as an egg.

Every time it was close to a minute and a half, the man would slam down with a knife, or a cold wind swept behind Guan Qianjian, or chopped down a clump of branches, sweeping his neck painfully, but after all, it was no more, no less, a small difference. And every time the chaser's knife fell, his body inevitably stagnated, and the distance was more than a foot away.

One of the two is desperate to escape, and the other is determined to win, so they must rush to the top of the mountain.

Guan Qianjian is glad that he is still alive, but he is not optimistic, the enemy is gaining momentum, and he is already at the end of the crossbow, if he continues like this, sooner or later he will be a ghost under the sword.

When he was in despair, two people suddenly jumped out of him, raised his sword and shouted: "Thief, Hugh succeeded!" Bypassing Guan Qianjian, Sen Sen Baidao beckoned to the evil head behind him, and the two sides immediately fought together.

Guan Qianjian ran out of the distance before turning around, and saw that the person who came was none other than the two masters of Liurumen who killed the horse pistol.

It's a pity that, judging from the current battle situation, the two rescuers don't seem to be able to help, even if he joins the battle group together, with three enemies and one, it is difficult to win. Every time the opponent's big knife fell, the two of them would take a step back, grinning their teeth, and their faces were very ugly.

Obviously, they were suffering from Guan Qianjian's suffering just now, even worse than him. He was in a hurry, and went around behind the enemy, trying to flank the front and back, hoping to get a miracle effect.

The man glanced at it, and already knew it in his heart, sneered slightly, but pretended to be careless, and waited until Guan Qianjian approached, then he suddenly let out an angry roar, turned around at him, and slashed three times.

Although it was three knives, I saw three shadows falling at the same time, and it was really difficult to distinguish the order.

Guan Qianjian was terrified, how could he dare to meet the enemy? He retreated in a hurry, sat down with his ass, replaced his hands and feet, and continued to retreat, embarrassed. Fortunately, that person was originally a plan to attack the west, and the purpose was not Guan Qianjian. Just when the two of Liurumen thought that Guan Qianjian would not be spared, and went to the aid with all their might, the man turned around again, his hand fell, and the tallest of the two was cut to the ground.

The short man saw the opportunity early, lowered his head, passed under the opponent's flank, flashed to his back, and stabbed him in the back with a sword. The man calculated that he had this move, and without looking back, he took half a step to the left, gave way to the sword, turned the hilt of the sword upside down with his right hand, and the short man rushed forward with a tight momentum, and his stomach hit the knife, and he slipped in and was stabbed in half.

This sudden change made Guan Qianjian's heart cold, and he thought: They might as well not come back, since they can't help, why do they accompany me to die?

The man's fleshy face was filled with a smug smile.

He thinks that this trick behind him is indescribably chic, and it can really be said to be a masterpiece that has never been seen in his life, but it is a pity that there are a few fewer spectators and a few applause, which is a fly in the ointment. And the only witness will soon be killed by his own sword.

This thought was a momentary thing, and even he himself was not clearly aware of it, and in that short moment, his smile froze, his face twitched, and he didn't have time to close his wide eyes, his head drooped, and he couldn't breathe.

Guan Qianjian was breathless and pulled out the long sword from the two of them.

The two corpses were strung on his sword like rock sugar gourds.

He felt a pang of pain in his heart, for the sword had not only killed his enemy, but also pierced through the bodies of those who were fighting side by side. Even if this man had only the last breath left under the enemy's sword, how could he not feel deeply guilty?

But this seems to be the only way to turn defeat into victory and escape with your life. When the short man was hit, his body was weakly lying on the back of the swordsman, and both of them had their backs to Guan Qianjian. At that moment, Guan Qianjian's hand moved faster than his brain, and when the blade of the sword pierced through the short man's right waist eye, penetrating into the enemy's body, he was startled by what he had done.

"Awesome, awesome!" a slightly immature and gloomy voice rose up the spine.

Guan Qianjian turned his head suddenly, three steps away, there was a person, short and thin, like a seven or eight-year-old child, a head is even smaller, from the back of the head to the mouth, cone-shaped, under the small mouth, there is almost no chin, the mouth is far apart, revealing two big teeth, as if in his mouth, there are only these two teeth. Guan Qianjian almost mistook it for a humanoid rabbit.

"Admire, admire. ”

The long sword that the "rabbit" was holding in his arms was only a head shorter than his master. He looked up at Guan Qianjian, with a smile on his face, which made people really wonder for a moment whether he was sincere or sarcastic.

Guan Qianjian glanced at him and said, "What do you admire?"

"A sword through two eagles, not only stabbed the enemy to death, but also sent a friend on a ride, such a high move, and heroic courage, can it not be admired?"

Guan Qianjian was speechless.

The man was very unforgiving, and he arched his hand again: "May I ask if you also have a name for this sword?"

Guan Qianjian didn't want to entangle with him, he was ridiculed by him, and turned around to do it.

"Under the white rabbit, the people in the rivers and lakes call the rabbit essence, please ask your Excellency's Wan'er. ”

"Guan Qianjian. ”

Fu Zijing glanced at him, shook his head and said, "I haven't heard that there is such a number one person in Liurumen. Are you a member of the Six Gates?"

Guan Qianjian only felt an indescribable disgust for this person, and asked, "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

The rabbit spirit didn't think it was wrong, but still smiled kindly, and said, "It's no difference. If it's a person from Liurumen, after I kill him, I have to search my body to see if there are any tokens and books, if not, I will save these troubles. ”

Guan Qianjian sneered and said, "Your Excellency is really relying on the toad to yawn, and his tone is not small. There is no shortage of masters in the Liuru Gate, can you kill whoever you want? I see that you are less than five feet tall, and it seems that you are not capable of killing people and seeing blood, so it is better to go home and dry the kang first. ”

The rabbit spirit knew that the other party had misunderstood that he had wetted the bed last night, so he didn't move at all, and walked to Guan Qianjian leisurely, and said: "I don't dare to say that all the people in Liuru Gate are not my opponents, but looking at Your Excellency, your appearance is not like a person with unique skills, believe it or not, within three moves, let your blood splash five steps?" He gradually walked around behind the other party.

Guan Qianjian said: "Do you have to look like you to have a stunt?......" As soon as he said the words "your appearance", the rabbit spirit sword came out of the sheath, and with this same action, he slashed at the other party. This move is not a move, but it is advantageous, just because it is fast enough, and the worst move is enough to kill. No matter how refined the enemy's moves are, it is in vain if he has no time to reflect.

It turned out that this person himself had never been taboo about appearance, but he hated others to talk about it, so he was angry and shot extremely ruthlessly.

He didn't know that Guan Qianjian had already guessed the intention of his sneak attack, so he was prepared, and when he heard the sound of the weapon unsheathed, he had already stepped forward under his feet.

What made Guan Qianjian miscalculate was that he didn't expect the other party to make his sword so neatly, and the seven or eight cracking methods prepared in advance were all useless, and in a panic, the cold air on his back was great, and he knew that if he hesitated for a moment, he would inevitably be divided into two.

He struggled to push a few more inches out of his step, and at the same time raised his sword and sealed it.

For him, this forced trick is tantamount to gambling, and it can be said to be extremely dangerous. But where the sword is out of the back, the eyes are useless, and he must be familiar with the ability to listen to the voice, but he has never practiced this, and he does not know the point at all in the direction of the enemy's sword.

There was a sharp pain, and with a loud bang, Guan Qianjian borrowed the power of the other party's sword and jumped forward four or five steps,—— the weapons of both sides collided just right, and his sword rebounded back and whipped on his body, so it hurt.

He shrugged his shoulders, feeling that they were still intact, and looked back and smiled: "Your Excellency Rabbit Spirit, it turns out that your famous martial arts is a sneak attack from behind, but you haven't practiced much yet." ”

The rabbit spirit was not thin-skinned, and said with a smile: "This sword is just to weigh your catties, I didn't want your life in the first place, if I have the intention to take your life, how can I allow you to live until now?"

Guan Qianjian said: "I should thank you for leaving me a way to live." ”

The rabbit spirit said: "Yes, since you can understand the truth, why don't you thank you for not killing?"

Guan Qianjian said: "Do you mean that you want me to kneel?" but I'm afraid that I kneel down and be taller than you standing, and you don't want to live if you think about it for a while......" Before he finished speaking, the other party's body was already in the air, or thunderbolt or stab, or cut or slash, and attacked seven swords in a row, these seven swords were completed in one go, and they seemed to be well-trained.

Guan Qianjian has never seen such a dazzling move, even if he is given two hands and two swords, I am afraid he will not be able to resist.

I can't imagine that the rabbit is cowering, its appearance is not good, there is such a good martial arts, this is really called out of the tiger's mouth and into the wolf's kiss, it seems that God destined my death day is today.

As he thought about it, he hurriedly retreated, and suddenly his hind foot stumbled on a rock, and his whole body fell backwards. He opened his mouth in fright, and suddenly felt a pain in his back, which had already fallen to ,——the ground, and when he saw the sloping lines of the peak, he knew that it was facing the slope. He didn't have time to get up, and he slid down his head and feet like a piece of wood to the bottom of the mountain.

"It's fun, it's fun!" the rabbit spirit flew down, waving the sword in his hand, and yelling, good that you had never played such a fun trick.

The grass and trees in the corners of Guan Qianjian's eyes were connected into a line, and he couldn't help but flow upward, and the ugly and weird face of the rabbit spirit jumped up and down in front of him, and when he slid a little slower, the blade of the sword beckoned to his body casually. On the one hand, he hated that he didn't slide fast enough, and on the other hand, he was afraid that the rocks on the mountain would block his head, which would be not much better than a watermelon coming down the mountain on its own. As soon as he thought of this, he no longer dared to open the way with his head, and kicked several times under his feet, beating his body horizontally, turning slippery into rolling. This time it was faster, and the rabbit spirit's originally small figure became smaller every time it flashed in front of his eyes.

When Guan Qianjian got up from the waterhole at the bottom of the mountain wet, he only heard the grass and trees on the mountainside, and there was no rabbit spirit in sight. He didn't dare to slack off, and ran downstream along the ditch as if flying.

Running out for more than ten miles in one breath, the stream converges into a river and flows into a village, the terrain is gentle and densely populated.

On a large road, an old man led a white horse and walked slowly towards a Zhuangzi family, with a sack on his horse's back, which seemed to be rice or beans.

"God help me!" he cheered, and ran to the old man.

"God help me!" the childish and eerie voice rose from his spine.