Chapter three hundred and fifty fifth chivalrous demeanor
Seeing this, He Qizhou grabbed a straight knife from the soldiers beside him and started to chase after him. Jiang Shuo spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted: "Stop chasing, there are not many soldiers in the south of the city!"
"He can't run away!" He Qizhou shouted loudly without stopping. He also knew that the soldiers in the small town were hoarded in the north and no one in the south would help him. But if Sikong Lang really escaped, the De family would suffer.
, so he was unwilling to let Si Kong Lang go no matter what.
Xu Muxue held down Jiang Shuo, who was seriously injured but was still ready to catch up, and said: "You can't catch up, don't worry, it's up to us!" After saying that, he drew out Jiang Shuo's sword and followed closely. His light body was astonishing.
Zhan, the speed is not much slower than He Qizhou.
Helianjue, who originally wanted to get close to Sikong Lang and fight out of the siege together, was dumbfounded. More light and heavy infantry surrounded him. There were hundreds of them on the three levels inside and outside. Weapons from all directions attacked him.
Come, I have to devote more than half of my energy to guarding against He Jing, who moves extremely fast. He is constantly injured. In less than half a cup of tea, he doesn't even have a chance to shout. He can no longer hold on and is hacked by the insurrectionary soldiers.
Poor, dignified leader of the Qinglong Temple, just lost in a little-known town.
After killing Helianjue, He Jing, who was also injured, did not wait for Jiang Shuo's orders and quickly chased south. However, when he jumped onto the top of the city, the three people in front of him had already run away. In the loess and wind and sand, there was nowhere to be found.
Traces of the three people were found. Wait, there seems to be blood on the ground...
In the corner of the restaurant with three walls left, the restaurant owner and Bailey's owner Zhao, who were not sure whether they were alive or dead, fell under the pulpy counter, while the coachman held Wei Xing, who was still alive, to his chest and leaned against him with his back.
The wall, one on the left and the other on the right, strangled the two people's heads and shouted hoarsely to the people surrounding them: "Let me go, or they will die together!"
"They can't die, you must die!" Jiang Shuo hated him for killing one of his brothers.
"Don't come over here. If anyone comes forward, I'll kill him!" The coachman shouted in despair as he looked at the dazzling swords and guns and the dozens of crossbows pointed at him.
"Okay, I listen to you, get ready to shoot!" Jiang Shuo smiled, then raised his arm and waved to give orders. He didn't want to get his brother injured again. Although the coachman was seriously injured, he was the same as Sikong Lang.
With both internal and external training, I guarantee that he will be allowed to attack and kill two people.
"No, no!" Wei Xing, who was restrained, screamed in fright, and then persuaded the driver behind him: "Brother, just surrender!"
"Surrender and let you die with dignity!" Jiang Shuo said.
"Don't you want to know something?" The coachman, who knew he was going to die, calmed down.
"You can ask other people!" Jiang Shuo said.
"You want to ask..." The coachman hadn't said the word "who" yet, but in the end he stared at Wei Xing who turned to face him, and blurted out the word "you!" When Wei Xing turned around and stepped aside, his heart
Suddenly a short knife was thrust into the car, and the coachman never thought until his death that the person who killed him would be the familiar Wei Xing!
"General! I, I'll kill him." Wei Xing laughed as if he was surviving a disaster. Just as he was about to step out, he saw that Jiang Shuo's raised arms had not been lowered. After taking a step, he did not dare to move again.
He walked away and asked sarcastically: "General, is there still any danger here?"
"No, there's just someone I want to shoot! Shopkeeper Wei, I didn't expect your kung fu to be really good. Listen up, everyone, shoot below the knees. Get ready, shoot!" Jiang Shuo said, fifty or sixty sticks
The arrows, some fast, some even faster, turned into bamboo sticks like sugar-coated haws, and stabbed directly into the four calves of Wei Xing and his men...
Sikong Lang's light skill was obviously not as strong as his internal skill. He Qizhou pursued him with all his strength, but always kept a distance of about twenty feet from him. Although he could not catch up for a while, at least he was not left behind. Similarly, Xu Muxue was behind He Qizhou.
More than twenty feet behind him, he was also in hot pursuit.
The farther He Qizhou chased, the more worried he became. The town was extremely small, so Sikong Lang ran south for more than a mile and reached the south wall. Before a few soldiers on the city could get close to each other, he knocked open the gap and jumped down.
Then he ran all the way to the northeast, and drops of blood fell on the loess, forming a straight line! Sikong Lang passed over the slope of the hill, and then went up and down along the slope, seemingly trying to bypass the small town and escape back to Zhennanguan
.
But after running two or three miles, Si Kong Lang turned south again, and the blood on the ground suddenly disappeared. He Qizhou suddenly understood that Si Kong Lang might have deliberately not gotten rid of him, so that he became the prey, but
Thinking of Sikong Lang's possible revenge on the De family, he couldn't let that guy go no matter what. However, just to be careful, He Qizhou deliberately slowed down a little, waited for Xu Muxue to catch up, and asked in a low voice: "How about it? Okay?"
no?"
"No problem!" Of course Xiaoxue also noticed Sikong Lang's weirdness, but her thoughts were the same as He Qizhou's and she could never let him go!
After running for nearly seven or eight miles, Sikong Lang suddenly stopped at a trough and turned around to wait for He Qizhou and Xu Muxue to come together.
He Qizhou and Xu Mu both stood still when they were six or seven feet away from Sikong Lang. He Qizhou asked: "Seeing that you are so familiar with this place, have you already chosen this place to wait for us to fall into our trap?"
"I just came here once a few nights ago. Since you already know that I am waiting for you, you still dare to chase me. It must be a life-or-death showdown. Can you first tell me who you are?" Sikong Lang asked at the same time.
He covered the wound on his waist with one hand and gasped for air.
"Okay, why don't you tell me your true identity first." He Qizhou didn't want to hide anything. He imitated Sikong Lang and breathed hard. The fight in the restaurant caused him some internal injuries, and he was in urgent need of running a long distance.
To restore her internal strength, Xu Muxue didn't even want to say a word in order to regulate her breathing.
Sikong Lang deliberately shed a little more blood so that the pursuers in Zhenbei Guanzhong would have no direction. After turning due south, he had sealed his acupuncture points to stop the bleeding. The main purpose of adjusting his breath now was to suppress Jiang Shuo's last palm.
He was injured, so he was not in a hurry to take action and continued: "Actually, I can guess it even without you telling me. You should be He Qizhou that Nan Qi is looking for. According to the news from the Altai Mountains, you and Xu Mu fled into the mountains.
Xu Mu was hit by the poisonous dart of Red Flame Protector, and must have died in the mountain."
"She's not dead, it's her." He Qizhou smiled and pointed at Xu Muxue beside him. They also needed time to recover and wished they could say a few more words.
"No wonder, I have always been a little suspicious of you, but I always thought it was two men. I didn't expect it to be a man and a woman. Alas... But if you didn't die there, it would be nice to die here!" Sikong Lang said with a cruel smile. He had already been aware of it.
He Qizhou was filled with hatred. If He hadn't disrupted the situation, Jiang Shuo would have been able to capture him.
"Let me also guess who you are. I guess you are the captain of the Qinglong Temple Water Hall. No, no, with your skills, you must be the deputy hall master." He Qizhou said.
"Oh, how come you can see that?" Sikong Lang was quite shocked. He was indeed one of the three deputy hall masters of the water hall.
"Because you have known what is happening above the lane leading to the two gates for a long time, it means that you must have been a soldier when you were young, you can also be said to be a member of the imperial court;
How can someone like you, who is not weaker than Chengzong, be in a Jianghu gang? It is just to facilitate the collection of intelligence about Qi, so I guess you are from Shuitang;
I have seen the abilities of Yu Wenge, the deputy master of the Fire Hall, and you are far better than him, so you have to be the deputy master no matter what. If you hadn't been personally involved in the danger, I would have mistakenly thought you were the main master."
"It makes sense. Congratulations on your guess. I might as well tell you that if this thing is done, I will definitely be the next hall master. Since you know that I am better than Yuwen Pavilion, you dare to pursue me like this. Are you waiting for Zhenbei?
Guan's pursuers?" Sikong Lang asked.
Qi Zhou said: "No, I had this idea originally, but the pursuers will definitely be fooled by you, and it is unlikely that they will come to you so soon."
"Then you are here to die?" Sikong Lang asked.
"Your Yang Wei meridians were severely injured by me, and I used up to seven meridians of skill. Because of the injury to the waist, the body protection skills will be greatly reduced. In addition, we are two people, so the chance of winning is not low. I am willing to take a gamble.
"He Qizhou actually didn't have much confidence, but he still risked his life for the sake of the moral family. He said it so confidently to undermine the other party's confidence.
Sikong Lang was still confident: "Hmph, you can't hold on to Wu Mei. That's Xu Mu, right? The remaining poison has not been cleared away, and the strength is only half of yours at most! Do you know why I don't leave? Since I am letting you go into business.
If you are a member of the team, then you will be responsible for the mistakes you make!"
"Okay, now that everyone is ready to fight to the death, can you tell me what is in those grain and grass trucks?"
"I thought you already knew, okay, I promise you, I will definitely tell you before you die!"
"And what on earth are Bing Feng and Frost Blade?" He Qizhou saw that both He Xianjue and Sikong Lang seemed to recognize his dagger.
"We'll talk about it together then." Sikong said loudly, and walked steadily towards the two of them. He had already completed the breath adjustment, and now was the time to take action with the greatest advantage.
He Qizhou took a final deep breath of cold air and pulled off his already very tattered leather robe. The cold wind blew by, revealing a corner of the black unicorn armor inside his shirt. He weighed the straight knife in his hand and spoke with him again.
Xu Muxue next to me looked at each other, feeling very calm...
Because Xu Muxue's eyes are extremely firm, even with a kind of eagerness to try. The clear pupils are dark and deep, and the big eyes are no longer so abrupt on the gradually swollen face, and some are just cute and smart. The pale cheeks are halfway through
After adjusting the breath with a cup of tea, I regained some rosiness, and the feeling of dying was gone.
Holding a sword with cold light in his hand, his slender figure stood upright in the cold wind. The hot breath exhaled from his pretty nose seemed to cast a veil on his face, which was both fresh and mysterious. The whole person looked like a man.