Chapter 60: Wind and Thunder Dance

It's like darkness is coming towards us.

"Who!" The moment he shouted, the sword light flashed out in the dark with the rushing figure. However, with just a little light, he couldn't see where the sword light passed, but there were three snaps and crossed with him. The figure seemed to be intersecting with the galloping horse in front of him for a moment, borrowed some force on the horse, stepped on the shaft of the carriage the second time, and had already passed by him. Then, the galloping horse in front flew up, the wheel of the carriage left the ground and began to tilt, and the third time stepped on the tilted carriage and left.

The horse's voice is neighing—

Song Xian pulled open the curtain of the car, and the flames flashed through his eyes, and the scene ahead reflected in his shrinking pupils. At this moment, the axle of the carriage in front was flying, tilted in mid-air, and one of the galloping horses had already flew over the four hooves. The sword light passed the side of the beast from the front, extending through the soldier who was driving the carriage. The blood light had soared into the sky. As he ran at high speed, it seemed like he was rushing towards him. The black figure was already leveraging the force on the tilted carriage. The figure was enlarged in the air, holding the sword in both hands, and had already made a slashing gesture with all his might. He jumped over a distance of more than 20 meters, and instantly pulled closer in the carriage as it galloped!

The driver beside Song Xian had pulled out the knife with all his strength, but he had not yet been able to act in a suitable position to block the situation. When the metal touched each other, Mars flashed and pressed back to his chest in an instant.

There was a loud bang, and the figure penetrated the carriage like a cannonball. Half of the carriage was broken and flew on the long street. Two figures rolled to the ground and quickly distanced the distance from the carriage. One of the figures of a woman rolled for several weeks and stood up directly, carrying the weapon forward. The other human body had been completely out of shape by the huge impact force, broken flesh, and was left on the road far away, with thick blood spreading around.

The two carriages were still running, but the horse was already shocked. One horse in the front carriage was even half of its body was cut open, and the other horse was also affected and rolled in. Relying on the huge inertia, the fallen carriage was still pushing forward on the long street, rumbling overthrowing various stalls used by hawkers in the daytime. The wooden frame and the residual garbage, the axle of the carriage broke from it, and a wooden wheel flew directly back and collided with the shaft. The carriage was still galloping under inertia and constantly disbanded the frame. When the influence of the two carriages finally stopped, what was left was a mess nearly a hundred meters on the long street.

The disintegrated carriages, the bottoms, axles, wheels, the various wooden frames and debris that were originally on the streets, blood traces dragged out on the ground, garbage such as vegetable leaves, dead galloping horses, internal organs, and people who were injured lightly or severely trying to get up from the ground.

The wind blew from the other end of the long street, and the woman in black clothes drooped her sword and walked quietly. This was summer. The night wind stroked her clothes, and her figure was as graceful as an ordinary woman. There was no sign of the fierceness she had just broken the two carriages under one blow. At this time, the black scarf covered her face, and the black scarf looked at Song Xian with her eyes cold and cold. For a moment, she gently flicked the sword body with her fingers, and the sword whistled in a long and trembling slightly.

In front, Song Xian stood up with a long sword. After all, he was very skilled and was not injured at this time. He just looked at this indifference and turned his head.

"Song Xian, I said it last time." Under the night, his voice was cold. A wounded guard who lost his weapon nearby picked up a wooden stick and rushed over. The sword edge danced, as if it was tearing apart the cloth quickly, and blood lines flew up in the air. The woman walked over like that.

"I will definitely kill you!"

"Lu!hong!title—"

On the long street, Song Xian shouted in a deep voice, and then sparks burst out, and with the violent sound of gold and iron fighting began to light up on the street...

He ran all the way and did not take much time when he returned to the side door of the Su family. As Ning Yi got off the car, Xiaochan looked confused: "Son-in-law, what's wrong?"

"Xiao Chan, go back first, I have something to do."

"Well……"

After Ning Yi finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave. Xiaochan suddenly grabbed his clothes: "Auntie, my aunt, what's the matter..."

Xiaochan was obviously a little panicked about Ning Yi's attempt to help her out. Ning Yi turned around and hesitated for a moment, then patted her on the shoulder: "Don't worry, it's okay... Obedient, I'll be back soon..."

"But, but..."

Ning Yi walked towards the carriage, and Xiaochan was anxious for a while, not knowing what to say, so he walked a few steps towards the door in distress. When he stepped into the threshold, the uncle of the doorman walked out from there: "Ah, Miss Xiaochan, are you back with your son-in-law... Uh, where is the son-in-law?"

The concierge looked outside and the carriage had slowly started. "Son-in-law, son-in-law... I don't know..." She couldn't figure it out in her mind, remembering some things the lady said a few days ago. The concierge had left me to see a fox girl... However, this was just a temporary confusing thought, and she couldn't tell the concierge.

"Son-in-law..."

The little girl turned around and ran out from the door again. In front of the road outside the side door, the carriage had already started to accelerate. Xiaochan pinched her fist, pulled up her skirt and chased her over there. At the intersection ahead, the carriage suddenly slowed down and then stopped.

A team of people appeared from the T-shaped intersection and ran quickly across the intersection ahead of Ning Yi. These were more than a dozen personal guards of the Wu Lie Army, hurried to the other end.

How could it be so fast...

Ning Yi sat in the carriage and murmured, then turned his horse's head and chased after the more than ten people and horses running.

Xiaochan also saw more than ten riders running by the intersection, and then the son-in-law followed in a carriage. She chased the intersection, her face was still complicated and anxious, and a strange feeling appeared in her heart. However, Ning Yi's carriage had already galloped all the way and disappeared from the intersection.

"What are you going to do..."

In fact, after thinking about it carefully, she denied the idea of ​​her son-in-law running to see a brothel woman at this time. She was not such a person. Even if she really wanted to see her, she would not be as anxious as she was now. But she really couldn't understand why this sudden change. Today, the girl who was dressed up to watch the performance returned to the front door of the mansion in a low mood, sat on the steps with her knees in her arms, occasionally turning her head to look at one end of the road, hoping that her son-in-law's carriage would come back from there. When the doorman called her from behind, she stood up again. Just as she was about to turn around, a bunch of fireworks lit up in the night sky.

The place where the fireworks rose was not very far away, but it was not a festive firework. She vaguely understood the meaning of the fireworks. At this time, she subconsciously took a step forward, looked up at the other side, and the doorman also walked over. A few seconds later, the girl murmured, "Uncle Bing, what happened......?"

"Oh, it seems that it is the fireworks commander of the army to arrest the murderers. I'm afraid there are some thieves who will do things tonight... I'm not moral..."

"Ahhhhhh--"

The sword wind whistled, and the sound of the metal-iron attacking was like rain hitting banana leaves, resounding through the long street, dense and chaotic. On this night, the long street was surrounded by seedlings. Some shops had been smashed by flying carriage fragments, and some people lived in the rooms. The lights were lit, and then they were quickly turned off. In the street below, the chase and fighting were like a chaotic dance. The metal-iron attacking brought out amazing sparks in the air. Sometimes a loud noise was heard, and a human body was knocked into the pile of debris on the street, unable to move, and blood was spotted and flowing into pieces. Several corpses had been displayed on the road. The brave man holding the knife shouted hysterically, waving the sword light like a net, and trying to survive under the oncoming pressure.

His martial arts were originally considered first-class in the world, but at this time the woman's swordsmanship was too powerful. She was as fierce as the wind and thunderstorm in summer, rushing towards her. He tried his best to resist and still stood on the left and right, and the sparks in front of him were spotted. Sometimes, an extremely powerful move appeared in the swordsmanship, like the whistling wind and thunder, smashing the long sword that he had all his strength out.

The opponent's attack was not just a bit clumsy sword. She sometimes held the sword in one hand and slashed with both hands. The transformation was rapid and natural, dazzling. Sometimes the long sword was smashed open, and the woman's left palm had already pushed down from the gap of the sword light, banging his face, stabbing his eyes or suddenly slashing towards the Adam's apple. The white wrist was white, and the five fingers were wielding like a dance, making it difficult to understand that this was such a vicious and fatal attack. She avoided the sword in a mess, and the sword light stabbed again, swinging the knife in one frame. The woman's toe twitched the broken bamboo pole on the ground and stabbed his waist in silence, like a cobra lurking for a long time. This woman could use various objects around her as weapons at any time, making people feel that she was facing three or four people at this time, not just an opponent.

There were only a few guards in the two carriages. At this time, the dead were dead and injured. He rushed over and intervened in the battle between the two. The next moment, he was spit out as if he had been snatched by a meat grinder. Song Xian fought and retreated, but the woman was as if she was following him like a shadow and could not get rid of it. The wounds had appeared one by one on him. Shortly after the normal battle, he pushed his vitality to the limit at an astonishing speed.

At this time, he could only continue to wave his sword in constant shouting. At one moment, he grabbed a rotten wooden table next to him and swung it over. With a loud bang, the entire table was broken into wood chips and flew. The sword light that was slashed suddenly turned from hard to soft, pierced into his arm silently, and then pulled out.

Song Xian did not care about his injuries. While the wood chips were still flying, his legs flew away with force. The woman's black figure broke through the object flying all over the sky and approached without giving in a trace. After a moment, the fire burst out again. Song Xian's body was cut off with blood. At this time, it was already a corner of the street, and the horse's hooves roared and rolled, and then submerged the two of them.

Table Tennis, Table Tennis, Table Tennis—

The horse's hooves flew over and rushed past, and the fire lighted up continuously at the position where the woman was originally located. Then a galloping horse whimpered and neighed. It hit the human body blocking the front and stood up high. With the huge impact force, the woman's figure had already been flying in the air, but the figure seemed to be stuck on the front neck of the war horse for a moment, dancing a few times, and then as the war horse ran out, the woman grabbed the reins of the war horse with one hand at that moment.

More than ten riders seemed to be wrapped around the stern and rushed far away. In the blink of an eye, the woman's figure seemed to be knocked away by a war horse and flew towards the Wu Lie Army guard on the side. The man waved a long sword, and the two figures melted together and flew to the ground next to him. Then the only woman in black stood up was already the woman in black. The sword was covered with blood, and the knight she caught was already a corpse.

Another corpse had already landed on the road behind at this time. It was the knight who had hit the woman with a war horse at the beginning. The woman grabbed the reins and flew in the air and swung two swords, slit his throat with one sword and slashed his chest with one sword.

Two war horses without their masters were running towards the other end of the long street. The remaining dozen riders surrounded the woman, unsheathed her sword, and was murderous. The woman stood there and looked at Song Xian, who was already at the distant intersection of the street.

Song Xian was covered with wounds of all sizes, but he still maintained his combat power at this time and did not suffer any serious or fatal injuries. He just seemed desolate. He was holding a long sword in his hand and spread his hands full of blood.

"In the end, I won, Lu Hongti." He laughed, "Jianghu? You martial arts people will never understand how narrow-minded you are, a little clever, and think you have done everything you can. I don't know if you want to kill me... Just when you rack your brains to help the people around me, I don't know how many people are making suggestions behind me, and are preparing to plot against you in reverse..."
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