Seeing Jiayou swaying his hand, he forced one person back and stabbed another person, tearing a small hole in the airtight encirclement. As soon as he said it, Nan Jiayou raised his long sword and let the sword go.
The light from his body swept across the two men who were catching up. They turned around and ran towards the outside of the circle. However, while running, they leaned over and gasped for air. It was obvious that they could not hold on for too long.
Looking at his direction, he was actually running towards where Qing Qing was riding.
When Jiayou was concentrating on the fight just now, he did not look back, but he clearly heard the scream of the old golden horse. The golden horse and Qing Qing lived together day and night, so Jiayou was very familiar with its voice.
Seeing the figure of her current "husband" staggering towards her, Qingqing remembered -
Nan Jiayou's ability to play Bai Chi was once considered unparalleled in the world.
The art of listening to music learned from the sound of the chirping, along with his internal power skills, are indeed deeply engraved in his bones. If the two of them were to compete in listening to music at this moment, would Jiayou be better than himself? Qing Qingxin
Xia was thinking secretly, but he didn't know that it was not Lao Ma who made his voice heard by Jiayou.
But that night, the moment he was close to his wife, the breath that was engraved on her.
Maybe he himself couldn't figure out how he could remember the different breathing sounds of each person, but at this moment, he did clearly hear his wife not far away.
Without thinking, Nan Jiayou used his last bit of strength and ran towards Qingqing.
Taking a closer look, several figures as big as fingernails became clearer and clearer. Although Nan Jiayou temporarily broke out of the circle, the few men were just standing a few steps away from him. When they saw this,
, also chasing at full speed. Jiayou's strength was running low, but the men were full of energy. Seeing the encirclement gradually closing, they were about to wrap the man in white in it again.
Without even thinking about it, Qing Qing knew that this scene had been repeated countless times in the deserted desert.
But at this moment, Jiayou is running towards him resolutely, and his purpose is obviously different. There is no one in the yellow sand, so once Jiayou escapes, he will be easily reunited in the center. But what if there is someone around? As long as the two of them
If you join forces to fight against the enemy, you can tear through the encirclement from both directions, respond internally and externally, and defeat each of these dozen men.
Nan Jiayou has been against the enemy for a long time, so it is impossible not to see the reason.
Perhaps with hope in front of him, General Nan ran extremely powerfully. He saw his white clothes floating in the wind, and suddenly he ran as fast as flying, leaving those shirtless men behind him.
With just one final leap of strength, Jiayou was able to reach Qingqing's side, allowing the two men's magic weapons to turn around and point directly at the powerful enemy.
If nothing else works, the best strategy is to get on the horse together and take action.
The golden horse is old, but its legs are surprisingly strong, which is obvious to everyone in Tiankeju. And these days in the desert, it is like a fish in water, and it can run as fast as a horse. If it can only rely on human power to catch up, those men will definitely be unable to catch up.
.At this moment, Qingqing was sitting on the horseback, quietly looking down at the scene in front of him of you running away from me——
It was as if a group of male lions had exhausted the strength of the ram and were about to pounce on it. With a roar, they bit the prey's throat.
As he ran closer, Jiayou looked up, his eager eyes full of clear pleading. It seemed that every minute and every second, he was waiting for Qingqing to get off the horse with a flute, or to stretch out his hand and pull him onto the horse's back.
.There is more trust in the eager and bright eyes.
And the clarity in his eyes was something that Qingqing would never have seen in the eyes of the young man in white before he came to West Lake.
For a moment, Qingqing was in a daze, as if it was really the husband looking at his wife, and it was Ziqin running towards him. But then, the hot wind blew up the sand, and the halo on Jiayou's sword suddenly made Qingqing confused.
Lost my eyes.
Just when Nan Jiayou could almost reach out to touch the horse's neck, Qingqing suddenly lifted the reins, raised the front hooves of the golden horse, and took two steps back calmly. Then the horse swayed and happened to rub against Jiayou.
You's arm turned away. The old horse immediately landed calmly and shook its head. It seemed that Qing Qing had just pinched its mouth.
Jiayou jumped into the air, and when he saw a golden ball passing by, he couldn't help but lose all his strength and fell to the ground.
Almost in the blink of an eye, several men behind him also caught up with Qing Qing. Nan Jiayou stood up, but the person in front of him grabbed his head, pressed it hard, and then his entire upper body fell into it.
In the sand.
The cry of "wuwu" came, and Jiayou seemed to be out of breath. His hands and feet were still struggling, but he couldn't move at all.
Qingqing and the man stood only a few inches apart. He could almost use his white jade flute to smash the head of the descendant of the Northern Desert into pieces. But Linghu Qingqing still did not move, sitting as steady as a mountain.
On horseback, he looked calmly as he watched Jiayou's frail body being pressed down by those men and being ravaged repeatedly.
There was no sound in the sand until a man grabbed his hair and pulled it up. Jiayou's mouth and nose were filled with sand. Jiayou could hardly open his eyes and looked at him in confusion.
All around me, my eyes were instantly covered with broken sand on my eyelashes.
"Hey! He's still alive." The big man grabbed Jiayou's collar and threw it aside as if he was throwing away a piece of rotten meat.
"Okay, let's just take it back and deal with the master." Another man responded casually, pulled Jiayou's body from behind, and then swung it, loosely holding the white robe and the body against it.
on the shoulders.
I don't know if it was an illusion or something, but Qingqing always felt that Jiayou, who was almost out of breath, kept looking at her. Turning his head, Qingqing could still feel the hot gaze - his wife was so close away.
Seeing her husband defeated before his eyes, but still refusing to save her?
It was only then that Qing Qing finally couldn't sit still, and couldn't help but let out a "cough cough" sound, causing the big men to turn around.
They were not far away, but at first, several descendants of the Northern Desert thought they were the helpers of the man in white and rushed over. Unexpectedly, Qingqing neither stepped forward nor helped, as if he was watching.
He was calm and lively, with a faint smile on his face.
In the reincarnation of heaven, it turns out that you also have the same fate.
How does Qingqing's leisurely posture look like the companion summoned by the imprisoned man in white? If it really comes down to it, it's more like the two of them once had a deep hatred. Now that Qingqing has witnessed the misery of his enemy with his own eyes, he is eager to let the man
A few, just torture him for a few more moments!
Perhaps Jiayou is the only one who still thinks that Qingqing just had a little temper on her wedding night and has not calmed down yet.
When the men heard Qing Qing's silence, they thought this man was strange, not a mute who got lost and wandered into the desert to watch the excitement. The men didn't want to do anything for the moment, and winked at each other, resisting Jia You's intention.
Let's go. Qingqing finally couldn't bear it any longer and coughed suddenly, which startled several big men.
The leader turned around with a serious look on his face: "Is the girl here to help him?"
Qingqing squinted and smiled: "Do you look similar?"
The big man looked at Qing Qing, and then at the half-dead Nan Jiayou on the other man's shoulder. He seemed to understand, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "The girl's enemy is the person we want to kill today. We are so destined, but the girl is
How many of our brothers are here to help us?"
Hearing this, Qingqing raised his head, looked diagonally upward, and said a long "Hmm...". Seeing some expectation in the eyes of several men, Qingqing said slowly: "Maybe. I have to.
Let me ask you a question first. If the answers given by these few heroes are exactly what this girl is thinking, then I will be your helper. What’s wrong with that?"
"Of course." The leader couldn't help but squint his eyes, but he couldn't tell whether the girl in her early twenties was a mysterious person with profound magic skills, or whether she had some trick to deceive her. She just recalled a few times.
When the man was violently attacking, this woman was standing by, calm as a mountain despite the weather. She must have some unusual background. Thinking of this, the man continued: "Our Beimo brothers, what we like most are guests. Girl.
If you want to ask anything, just ask."
"Okay - I have to ask." Qingqing grinned, but his eyes suddenly became sharp -
"Is your master's surname Jimo or Gongshu?"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several men changed drastically, and five or six of them even quickly took out their sheathed swords. Qingqing still had the same calm and unhurried expression, and even sat sideways on the horse, looking very relaxed.
I watched with interest as a few people got into a mess.
The man suddenly had a ferocious look on his face, bared his teeth and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Bucai, an old friend of a master in the Northern Desert."
"which one?"
Qing Qing sneered and shook his head: "You should tell me first who your master is!"
After hearing this, several men looked at each other, as if they felt that they were not afraid of being outnumbered, and nodded to each other. The man standing at the front raised the corner of his mouth, with a ferocious look in his eyes: "Since you don't want to say it yourself, then don't
It's your fault that we forced you to say it!" As soon as he finished speaking, a group of long swords with cold light suddenly surrounded Qing Qing in the center.
The old horse suddenly raised his head and looked around warily, showing no fear.
Qingqing looked at those people with murderous intent, but pretended to be leisurely, raised her head and closed her eyes, letting the hot sunshine shine on her face. One person saw her being so arrogant, shouted loudly, and came over with a knife drawn. Unexpectedly, Qingqing was already there.
Hearing the momentum of his move, he pulled the reins and slid off the horse, just in time to avoid the blade. Then he bent down and held the white jade flute in his hand, and stabbed the man secretly in the lower abdomen.
The man was more than seven feet tall. He didn't have time to lower his head and was hit by Qingqing's move. However, this man was also very responsive and endured the pain. He raised the sharp knife and aimed to hurt Qingqing. Unexpectedly, Qingqing lowered his head.
, still heard the movement above his head clearly. Without waiting for the scimitar to stab, he actually stretched out his hand through the scimitar and the man's chest, and stabbed the man's throat with the long thorn of the wooden flute.
The big man finally yelled and fell backwards, making a huge crater on the ground.
Everyone else was shocked when they saw this. They didn't expect that this woman was silent and nameless, yet her men could use such dangerous moves. If she hadn't stabbed out the wooden flute at the moment before the man struck, the knife would have been so dangerous.
With just one inch of sharpness, a hole can be punched through Qingqing's back in an instant. Not only did Qingqing not take any precautions, her expression remained calm, as if she didn't know that she had just rubbed her heel at the gate of hell.
Several men looked at each other with their mouths wide open, but no one dared to step forward to take action.
As everyone knows, although this move looks dangerous, Qingqing is actually very sure in his heart. As long as he hears the opponent's move clearly, he can accurately judge the moment when he is about to be hit. To outsiders, Qingqing is not at all aware of it.
The child is not on guard, but in fact he has already made a clear judgment, so he is confident to take action before he is hit.
If you are confident, what can you do to prevent yourself?
Especially after Qing Qing lost his inner strength, this trick seemed to be tried and true.
Seeing that the man fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, his chin was crooked, and he might have been dislocated. Qingqing slowly stood up and asked, "Are you going up one by one, or all together?"
When the men heard this, their fears disappeared in an instant. Their hair stood up and their faces turned red. It was as if they had heard the most disgusting words in the world. Their canthus eyes were cracked and they stared at Qing Qing - Bei Mo fiercely.
A good man will lose when he loses, but he cannot bear to be looked down upon by others!
"I want to know who the masters of these brothers are. If you are capable, come and give it a try!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard another man shouting: "Wait a minute!" Then several people stopped their hands. The man's fingertips were trembling slightly, pointing at Qing Qing, his eyes full of fear: "This man is
A descendant of the Linghu family! Several of us met this person before in King Taming's tent!"