"Sect Master, a blood-soaked arrow suddenly shot up from the bottom of the mountain, with a short note tied to it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Present it. ”

Yue Que opened the letterhead that had been stained red with blood, and there was only one word "rescue" written with his fingers, and even the last pen was only halfway written before it was broken.

Zhao Min had an accident.

"Inform King Wei and let him go down the mountain to look for him, and be sure to bring back the messenger. Then inform the leaders of the four gates of heaven and earth, wind and thunder, and let them come to see me. ”

"Commanded. ”

"What's wrong with the Mongol army?" Yue Que asked after the leader of the Four Gates of Heaven and Earth, Wind and Thunder came in.

"A few days ago, we buried several dark shoots near the Seven Kings' Mansion, all of them were pulled out, and when the secret sentry of the joint passed, we found that they were all killed with a single knife, and only one of them left a 'black' word with blood under the palm of his hand. We've gathered some of our elite and we're ready to do it again. ”

"Master, the people have already been brought. ”

At this time, Wei Yixiao walked in carrying an unconscious, bloodied man, and Yue Que glanced at it, this person was one of the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow.

Yue Que asked Wei Yixiao to put this person down, and then pierced his human body acupoint with a silver needle, and then transferred the thick vitality into his body.

"Ahem. ”

After the man coughed up a few mouthfuls of old blood, he gradually woke up, and said to Yue Que, who was replenishing his vitality: "I also hope that Sect Master Yue will save my master as soon as possible, she was caught by the Seventh Prince, and she will be beheaded for fornicating with the Demon Sect at noon today." My master knew that this was a trap and didn't want the sect leader to know, and our eight brothers didn't want to watch our master die, so they tried their best to bring a message to Sect Master Yue. ”

The man spurted out a few mouthfuls of old blood as he spoke, shook his head and said, "Sect Master Yue, you don't have to... Waste internal forces, they deliberately .... Give me a breath of air, just for.... So I can put the message... Bring it here. I... Know... It's a deliberate... Targeted Sect Master... of the trap, but please also look at me... Family... The affection of the master .... on, save... Save...."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already died of his breath.

The meridians of this person's whole body were broken, the injuries to his internal organs were extremely serious, coupled with excessive bleeding and haggard energy, even Yue Que could not return to the sky.

"Sect Master, since it's a trap, it's better for us to think long-term. Wei Yi smiled and said, he was afraid that Yue Que would go alone and fall into an ambush by the Mongols.

"I'll go first, and you'll follow. Yue Que carried the Moon Edge Sword and turned into a gray dragon and left.

A light rain began to fall in the sky.

The raindrops the size of beans are like pearls with broken threads, frantically gradually sinking into the ground.

On the official road leading to the Seven Kings' Mansion, the ground was already muddy.

A timely good rain eliminated the summer temperature for days, and the originally scorching sky was gradually replaced by a cool breath.

The people who are running back and forth seem to have found a rare opportunity to rest, and enjoy this timely new rain at home with peace of mind.

On the lonely official road, there was no one to be found, only the sound of continuous dripping rain remained, and the sound of hitting the ground was made that refused to be broken.

Trample.

Trample.

Trample.

In the distance, a figure holding a paper umbrella walked from a distant place in the wind and rain.

His footsteps were not very large, but they were as fast as a meteor. Only a little bit of footholding, before touching the muddy ground, the figure has reappeared a few meters away.

It's close.

The figure is near.

Through the wind and rain, the figure holding a paper umbrella gradually became clear in the sight of the Seven Kings Mansion secretly watching.

He was wearing a cyan brocade shirt, his body was high, and the gray paper umbrella in his hand was slightly tilted, and a trace of rain slid down the edge of the umbrella like a thread, but it covered his face.

Although they couldn't see their faces, the few people who were secretly watching felt a very cold and arrogant feeling from a long distance.

And with the hazy fog in the rainy weather, it made several people feel that each other was like a fairy.

Several stalkers gesture to each other.

"Inform the owner that the target has appeared. ”

Before a few people quietly retreated, the short sword on his waist was suddenly unsheathed, only to hear a soft sound, and before a few people could react, the short sword that suddenly flew out turned into a black light and flashed in his neck.

"Ho Ho ....."

The men clutched their throats with their hands and made a ho-ho sound, their faces flushed.

It's a pity that no matter how strong it is, it can't stop the blood from spurting out.

"Bang!"

The iron gate of the palace was pierced by a huge force, turning into dozens of fragments and shooting into the palace.

At this time, Yue Que heard a large number of footsteps, the sound was crisp and powerful, obviously carrying all kinds of heavy armor.

"Hehe, the prince is really clever, this person must be the leader of the Demon Sect, and he really came to save Zhao Min, a traitor, and today I will take your head as a congratulatory gift for my two brothers to take refuge in the Seventh Prince. After your death, the Ming Sect will soon fall under the iron hooves of our Mongol army. ”

After the two tall and thin old men finished laughing, their feet moved in unison, through the continuous rain curtain, and in the blink of an eye, they stood in front of Yue Que, and as soon as their bodies swung, they were about to step forward and make a move.

Before the palms of the two hands with the icy cold true qi touched Yue Que's body, the second elder of Xuan Ming saw that his eyes suddenly turned white, and a cold light flashed.

But it was Yue Que who had already made a move.

The inner strength is vigorous, and the energy is flying.

The gray paper fan in his hand stood in the air, and with this internal strength, it flew straight into the air.

And at the same time.

The two elders of Xuan Ming had already slapped their palms into the ground, and with the power of the rebound, the two of them had already floated backwards.

It was only at this time that the sound of the sword unsheathed echoed throughout the courtyard.

People retreat.

Sword chase.

The long sword in his hand turned into a black light, and slashed straight towards the throat of the two elders of Xuan Ming.

"What a fast sword!"

This was the only thought after the throat of the second elder Xuan Ming was deeply cut.

Boom.

At the same moment, the two heads fell from the necks of the two tall and thin old men, and the bodies with blood spraying from their necks fell straight to the ground.

Blood mixed with rainwater, and the ground of the entire courtyard gradually turned bright red.

That's the color of death.

"Two pieces of waste, together on the line, kill him. A cold sound sounded, and the surrounding elite soldiers came to kill together.

"Let the blood of your wait be vented in my heart!"

Sen Ran's cold voice resounded throughout the courtyard, and everyone seemed to smell the thick fishy smell in the sea of blood of the Netherworld.

Yue Que turned into a gray dragon and cut through layers of phantoms. Strange swordsmanship, unpredictable sword trajectory.

The sword was deflected by one point, and one person died.

All of a sudden, Yue Que was like a ghostly soul messenger, quickly harvesting fresh life.

"Shoot me the arrows!"

The cold sound sounded again, without any hesitation, coldly ordered.

Nearly 100 crossbow arrows were sent out, and the strength was so strong that it seemed to penetrate the rain curtain in the sky.

"Die!"

A sword.

Only one sword.

Only one sword came out.

This sword has become desperate.

This sword is already terrifying.

The rain of arrows swept out of the dazzling sword seemed to melt, turning into fragments and blowing away in the wind and rain.

The elite soldiers in the entire courtyard only saw a flash of bright sword light, and they seemed to fly up lightly, and their whole bodies had lost their weight, floating upwards and straight into the rain curtain.

Even other emotions did not have time to arise, and the consciousness was already in darkness.

What a terrible sword.

It seems to have an unavoidable artistic conception.

Cut off the elite soldiers in the entire courtyard, cut off the backbone, cut off the bone marrow, and split the upper body and lower body into two halves.

Blood flew into the sky, drawing countless bewitching blood flowers in the wind and rain in mid-air.