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Although the pipa girl is dull, she is not stupid, and she knows in her heart what man wants to grasp the life that can be entrusted to her, and what man only talks about love and love. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this moment, the pipa girl's cheeks were full of tears, and the tears rippled like a clear spring, and she whispered: "Content, no regrets in this life!"

She struggled to speak, and a hazy look of good things began to appear in her eyes, a little unreal but content.

Jiang Yangsheng hugged the pipa girl tightly, but suddenly looked at Shen Zimiao in the wheat field in the distance, his eyes were wide at this time, and he felt a little incredible in his heart, only to see this rough young man who was not old and talked a lot at this time pulled out three stainless steel arrows from the quiver behind him, pulled his bow and arrows, and the three arrows rushed out like comet meteorites.

Arrows!

Three arrows!

It's like a laser shooting to three different places!

A little bit of light in the night!

Jiang Yangsheng's mind was sharp, and he was surprised at the moment, only to see that the greasy butcher who was closest to Shen Zimiao was instantly pierced in the head by an arrow, and the huge head exploded like a watermelon, and the white brains burst out far away, and in an instant, he was dead and could not die again.

The other arrow was chasing the stars and catching the moon and flying elsewhere, and the direction was the proprietress of the tea shop who was fighting fiercely in one place, the proprietress heard the sound of the arrow breaking, the color changed sharply, and she looked at the ghost pawn Shen Zimiao with an unbelievable face, her voice trembled and shouted: "Wen Shen!"

But there was no more follow-up.

The proprietress of the tea shop not far away and the swordsman couldn't dodge, and they were nailed together like meat skewers by the powerful arrow that was sent out first, and they couldn't see it!

Jiang Yangsheng only felt that the situation had changed dramatically, which was unpredictable, but he didn't expect the sluggish aura of the pipa girl in his arms to suddenly become strong at this moment.

He only felt that there was something abnormal in his arms at the moment, and he didn't realize that he let go of the arm holding the pipa girl, but at this time, the soft armor on his chest was suddenly broken by a sharp blade that attacked, and a cold chill suddenly surged into his heart, Jiang Yangsheng flew back and covered the wound on his abdomen, but saw that the eyes of the pipa girl contained a rich sadness that could not be dissolved, she stubbornly pursed her dry lips, shook her head with tears, and looked at Jiang Yangsheng, who was covering her abdomen but the blood was still flowing, the latter's expression was cold, and the originally fiery heart slowly turned cold at the moment, and her face was full of coldness like falling into an ice cave for ten thousand years。

The pipa girl pursed her lips, shook her head, tears in her eyes, and then still pierced her chest with the sharp arrow that flew from her, her steps were disordered, she stumbled, but her eyes were as gentle as water, the corners of her mouth moved, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it after all, and suddenly fell down with a miserable white face.

Jiang Yangsheng saw that the pipa girl was pierced through the heart by an arrow, he stood in the distance and stared at her, although the corners of her mouth were just moving, but Jiang Yangsheng knew what she seemed to say.

'Don't hate me. ’

is just a sentence of 'don't hate me', and I don't know how much bitterness and sadness is covered in this sentence, which makes Jiang Yangsheng's heart like a knife.

Jiang Yangsheng raised his head suddenly, only to see Shen Zimiao unhurriedly pull out three arrows from his quiver again, and the latter sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Double-faced spy!

Jiang Yangsheng woke up suddenly, and then saw the pipa girl staggering and falling down with tears on her face, for a while her heart was mixed, and she couldn't say anything about her joy, anger and resentment, only felt that in just a moment just now, her heart changed from warm and pure to angry, and then instantly became like a dead heart, he stared fiercely at the pipa girl who had not died after falling in front of him, only to see that her mouth began to gush out of her mouth, and it seemed that she didn't say anything she wanted to say, but after all, she didn't say it, and closed her eyes with a smile on the corner of her mouth。

Jiang Yangsheng's eyes were as cold as a 10,000-year-old cold cave, looking at Shen Zimiao who was holding the bow in the wheat field in the distance, the corners of his mouth hooked a trace of arc, pulled out three steel arrows from the arrow bag behind his back and then put them on the bow, without saying much, the fingers that hooked the bowstring suddenly let go, if it was daylight, you would clearly see the shoddy but badly worn green jade wrench on Shen Zimao's thumb.

Three arrows!

The three arrows were all coming towards Jiang Yangsheng, the momentum was fast, and the three arrows shot towards Jiang Yangsheng according to different tricky trajectories, chasing each other, and the sound of breaking the wind exploded people's eardrums.

Jiang Yangsheng's palms came with cold sweat, staring at the arrows in front of him, when the arrows were approaching, he used the green sparrow to provoke the first sword, the green sparrow sword body was suddenly pressed into a thrilling arc, and then Jiang Yangsheng's figure followed this momentum and then flew to the side, he wanted to escape this catastrophe with the power of the arrow, only to see Shen Zimiao, who was young in the distance but extremely deep in the city, was full of sarcasm at this time, how could it be so easy to dodge the three arrows?

Except for the first arrow that changed the trajectory after being transferred before, the remaining two arrows seemed to expect Jiang Yangsheng to appear here, one of which was pierced into Jiang Yangsheng's calf, instantly piercing the calf and nailed to the ground in the distance, and the other was grazing Jiang Yangsheng's scalp and flying over, cutting off a few strands of hair in a daze, Jiang Yangsheng endured the sharp pain in his heart, and then took a step towards Shen Zimao.

Shen Zimiao is just a kid who can shoot arrows, if he plays melee combat with others, it is almost an instant death, he also knows his own shortcomings, naturally it is impossible to let Jiang Yangsheng get close, looking at Jiang Yangsheng a hundred steps away and running in his direction, at the moment his heart is also sinking and the back is gloomy like water, because the arrow just now did not nail Jiang Yangsheng, at this time he suddenly pulled out the only remaining arrow from the quiver behind his back, and then quickly put it on the bowstring, the distance of 100 steps is actually between the fire and light stones according to Jiang Yangsheng's running speed, this arrow condensed all the strength of Shen Zihao, this arrow shot out, bang, Shen Zimiao's arms swelled to an exaggerated level, the green tendons could be seen clearly, and the horn bow in his hand was also pulled into a full moon, this kind of great consumption, the previous three arrows were only half-moon shaped, and now the full moon shows the shocking power of the arrows.

After shooting the arrow, his hands drooped weakly, and he trembled, and he was already red and swollen to the point that he was more than half a circle thicker than usual.

Jiang Yangsheng ran in a curve, and he was about to get close to Shen Zimiao to use thunder means, but he saw him shoot that powerful arrow, the arrow seemed to have long eyes, but it was firmly biting his whereabouts, the speed of the arrow seemed to be inferior to the previous ones, but the power was a hundred times better, he didn't know that this stainless steel arrow was Shen Zimiao's life-saving means, and the arrow contained his spirit, Shen Zimiao's archery technique was not a grandmaster who entered the house, this arrow was also learned by chance from a bowstring grandmaster, but he only learned the seven-point shape like a three-point god, and he didn't get its essence, but the power was enough to be called it'Cloud Piercing Stone'.

Jiang Yangsheng saw that he couldn't dodge this arrow full of aura, and at the moment he was ruthless, and he drew his sword head-on and slashed it!

The material of the Qingque Sword is extraordinary, at that time, I heard the swordsman Yu Qiu who took the edge of the sword mention that it was a piece of meteorite iron from outside the sky, which was extremely sharp, and it was conceivable that it could rank third in the sword spectrum that year, and the Qingque Sword was a few points more powerful than the ordinary swords that were cut like clay.

Although Jiang Yangsheng did not find the slightest edge of the artistic conception of accumulation mentioned in the "Dripping Water Sutra", Lao Kong's Qingque Sword was like a psychic, as long as Jiang Yangsheng held it in his hand, there was a feeling of water and milk.

Qingque's long sword slashed down, the tip of the needle was on the wheat mang, the blade was on the arrow, the blade was at the junction, the electric light flashed, the Qingque screamed and trembled, Jiang Yangsheng's body was also knocked out of the way and thrown out, he only felt that his chest was like a thunderous sea of qi, and he was indescribably depressed and uncomfortable, as if there was a heavy burden on his chest, and his arm was even weaker and sore, and his arm was as if it was not his own, lying there and gasping violently for a while, and only after a long time did he get up, Jiang Yangsheng then coughed violently, a trace of blood in the depths of his mouth, and reached out to wipe away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, Jiang Yangsheng dragged Qingque towards Shen Zimao。

Shen Zimiao knew that he was hopeless after failing to strike a blow, and now his arm was in severe pain, and after experiencing an arrow with all his strength just now, it was like a break, and he was sitting in the wheat field in the distance and forcibly concentrating.

Jiang Yangsheng tore off a piece of cloth to plug the blood hole in his abdomen that was gurgling and bleeding, and staggered to Shen Zimiao, and then looked down with the Qingque Sword.

The corners of his mouth twitched for a moment, and then he said fiercely: "Zhou Dynasty spy?"

Shen Zimiao was noncommittal, but his expression suddenly became in a trance, as if he had thought of something from the past, he didn't answer Jiang Yangsheng's boring question and was destined not to get an answer, he just fell into his own memories, crying and laughing on his cheeks like a crazy demon.

Jiang Yangsheng took out a healing medicine refined by Yu Lindao from his arms and swallowed it, staring at Shen Zimiao, but saw that this young man who was only fourteen or fifteen years old burst into tears, his eyes were full of hope and resentment, and from time to time anger and killing intent appeared on his face, and he couldn't hide his hatred.

"I don't ask you either, and I don't bother to ask. ”

Jiang Yangsheng was silent for a long time, and finally waved the Qingque Sword in his hand, this kind of spy of the Zhou Dynasty generally carried out the task with the determination to die, and he had unspeakable hardships and handles in the hands of the people behind the scenes, and if he didn't sell his life, he would die! Even if the spies who infiltrated the Beilai Mansion were stripped of their skin and cramped and sentenced to death, they were as smelly and hard as the stones in the thatched house, and their mouths were as dead and alive as if they were sewn up.

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