With a "pop" sound, the head was broken, and the serous fluid exuded a strong fishy smell and flowed out from the wound. The red body was filled with tangled white, and the lifeless body of the woman in green was seen, with her head sunken.
A piece of strange shape came down.
"A little higher than Qing Shang." Qing Qing thought subconsciously.
He quickly lifted up the hem of his clothes, but it was too late: the thick liquid mixed with blood and pulp had burst out from the flattened eyeball and spread all over the floor. Qingqing's clothes, skirts, and even his head and face were all stained. He looked carefully.
, in front of the third wall, four women in orange, yellow, green, and blue were lined up, each holding a round Ruan in their hands.
"I don't want to leave anything alive." After making up his mind, Qingqing rushed over as fast as he could.
The four ruan strings were plucked at the same time, and a "buzzing" sound in Qingqing's head seemed to explode. So he first looked at the orange and yellow people who were facing each other, dodged the sound array that burst out of the ruan string, and played the flute firmly.
On Bai Nguyen Noodles in Atai.
Atai, who was dressed in orange, staggered a few steps and suddenly fell to the ground silently, with thin streams of blood flowing from his mouth and nose.
The woman in yellow quickly pulled out the golden hairpin on her head and threw it in the direction of Qingqing like A Ming in green. Two chess pieces came out of Qingqing's sleeves and hit the hairpin's tail, forcing the golden light to change its direction; it spun again.
He raised his hand in the air, turned around and held the shining golden hairpin in his hand.
With the tassel clamped on her fingertips, Qingqing let the hairpin fly out with lightning when it lay down. The golden shadow passed through the yellow clothes and turned red, then got back into the blue clothes behind it.
Seeing that these two people were dead, Qingqing raised his eyes amidst the blood splattered on his face and stared at Ruixin Pagoda's Qingyi Aying.
The only one I can't do anything about is this one, because she's wearing clothes of the same color as him.
Unfortunately, Ah Ying didn't seem to think so. Ruan Xian's demonic sound suddenly rose up and hit Qingqing's head one after another. Qingqing felt dizzy and nauseated in her chest. She couldn't restrain herself anymore and finally ran wildly, with two traces of blue on her face.
The shirt is getting closer and closer.
"I'm sorry." The sound of broken bones shook Qingqing's arm, "I have no choice."
Ah Ying's eyes gradually bulged, and his tongue stretched out to an astonishing length, struggling to hold it up to the sky. A stench came over him, and Qingqing suddenly felt that his hands were a lot heavier.
When he came to his senses, Ruixin Pagoda's last exquisite ancient Ruan had its shaft and pin broken into pieces, lying alone on the ground. The head hung limply beside him, leaving only its white and soft neck hanging in the palm of his hand.
Can't move anymore.
Looking back at Tianji Gate, the bloody mess came into view, and Qingqing's stomach churned with discomfort. Even her hand holding the wooden flute was sticky and bloody, and she was afraid that she would not be able to go back to the Mid-Autumn Festival this year.
There was a sharp pain in the palm of my hand. When I lowered my head, I saw that most of it was black and purple, and it was extending along the meridians to my arm step by step. It turned out that the gold hairpin contained poison, and it seeped into the meridians when it was attached to the skin.
Biting's poison has not yet been cured, but he has been poisoned by Ruixinta again.
However, Qing Qing had been running around for the antidote for a long time, and he no longer cared about the matter of one more day of poison and one less day. He could only hear the collision of iron tools outside the fourth wall, and the loud shouts. He couldn't help but take a step back, holding the white jade flute tightly in his hand.
Jumping up against the wall——
The gate of Yuheng Palace opposite was open, and invisible armors and spear points were surging beneath the feet like ocean waves.
Qing Qing didn't want to fight. In a daze, he suddenly saw the garden of Kaiyang Hall on the side full of firewood and grass, and there seemed to be no guards guarding it. Without thinking much, he immediately turned around, climbed over the roof of the hall, the corners of the eaves, and the tiles, and hurried towards Kaiyang Hall.
Positive.
"Report——" Another soldier who was older and stronger ran in, "The woman in green is about to rush to Tianquan Gate!"
With this call, not to mention Ruo Dong, even the dying Kong Yuechuan couldn't help but raise his head. Crisp footsteps came from behind the curtain, and the waist full of flower fragrance flashed on Wen Xian's shoulder:
"Don't worry, Master, I'll let you deal with that wild man with a wooden flute."
Wen Li stood aside and saw the graceful woman and her father rubbing each other's hair in the palace. He felt an unspeakable discomfort in his heart, so he sneaked out of the palace while the master was not paying attention.
"Then, that woman..." the strong soldier continued, "Oh no, the savage also said..."
"What did you say?"
"She said that if the leader doesn't let him go, she will burn down the leader and the leader's Kaiyang Palace..."
"Go and tell your boss that if General Kong is not released today, I will burn down his palace in West Lake!"
Qingqing's small figure stood on the top of the towering Kaiyang Palace, with her feet on the ground and the beasts hanging on both sides. The torches in her hands crackled and exploded. More and more soldiers and officers and soldiers gathered around, but no one dared to
He broke into the house, fearing that the lamp oil that Qing Qing had knocked over all over the yard would flow out.
Qingqing had just developed his kung fu yesterday, and now he was full of energy. When he shouted loudly, some people in the crowd actually wet their pants.
The place under the wall instantly became lively: some were throwing spears, some were throwing hooks, and some even picked up stones and threw them directly on the net. Qingqing stood on the steeple and remained motionless: the far and high wall blocked most of the attacks, leaving the rest
The second half fell into the yard and couldn't be hit at all.
It seems that someone ran to report the news to Wen Xian, but someone refused to obey and climbed up on the female wall opposite. When the bow was fully drawn, he shot three arrows in a row.
Qingqing had just saved his life in the Xuantan arrow array. At this moment, he saw the clumsy long-distance shooting skills of the opposite party, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth. He clicked on "stone falling from the peak" and typed "collapse of waves and thunderous running", and saw
The three arrows turned around and shot directly at the people who were shooting the most fun, punching several holes through the heart.
The man squatting on the tile roof didn't even have a chance to scream. He just held the bow in his hand and stood still for a moment. He immediately climbed down the wall and hit the ground with a "bang". The holes in his body were bleeding profusely. Others saw it.
Qing Qing is so ruthless, who dares to say anything?
Before the crowd could recover from the shock, a voice suddenly shouted from the other side of the wall: "I'm here to meet you!"
Although it sounded like there was only one person shouting, two black figures flew out at the same time. A big man on the left and right was seven feet long, with sinews all over his body and blue veins on his face. He jumped up to the wall of Kaiyang Hall.
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The moment it fell, the ground seemed to shake, and even the solid glazed tile roof collapsed in two symmetrical pieces. When everyone saw this overwhelming effort, they recognized these two heroes of West Lake's "Twin Axes", and they all clapped their hands.
, shouted: "Okay!"
There was a sound of "crush", and the wind whistled with the two planks of the mountain and the moon-cutting axe. Two big men, one on the left and one on the right, ran over from both sides of Qingqing. Qingqing jumped back, waiting until the ax made a big hole in Zhengqing's face.
At this time, the feet were forward and backward, along the round and smooth roof of the temple, where the beast hangs down.
Seeing the moment when the big man was resting, Qing Qing jumped up, raised the torch high and hit the big man on the right on the back. Unexpectedly, a person on the left immediately caught up and slashed the torch into two, almost splitting it into two.
He wiped Qingqing's arm and scratched it away.
Quickly turning back half of her arm, Qingqing reached out to grab half of the torch that was lit in the air. Unexpectedly, it happened to fall into the hands of the twin axes. One swept her legs and the other stabbed her heart, forcing Qingqing to cross her body in the air, up and down.
Hanging in the air and unable to gain a foothold, as soon as the wooden flute was propped up on the horned beast, it was chopped off on the head by the big man on the right who straightened up.
Unexpectedly, the ax hit the body of the white jade flute, causing sparks to fly. The wooden flute stood upright and remained unmoved.
Taking advantage of the big man to cut again, Qing Qing came up with a plan. He held the flute with his upper body and started from the left, but his toes lightly landed on the roof beam on the right. In this gap, the big man on the left grabbed half of the torch.
He came back and said, "It's still too late to get out of West Lake now."
The skinny Qingqing was caught in the middle by two muscular men. He could neither advance nor retreat. Moreover, the two men cooperated so well that it was not an exaggeration to say that they were two people who could fight against the enemy five or six times.
The two axes were tumbling in the cold light, and Qingqing finally showed difficulty. Without paying attention, he received a strong chop on his ankle. I don't know how many bones and tendons were broken. He couldn't stand even when he landed on the ground. The big man on the right didn't care.
Show mercy, the sharp edge of the ax passed through, pointing directly at the tip of Qingqing's nose.
"Eldest brother is in the hall, master is in Xuantan, and the senior sisters are at Lirong Mountain..." The moment Qingqing fell from the beam, she gritted her teeth, as if she wanted to swallow all the hatred in her stomach.
"Linghu Qingqing - you can't die here!"
Thinking of this, I don't know where the strength came from from my other leg. I hooked one foot on the horned beast and kicked it off. Suddenly I stood upside down and jumped up, my fingertips firmly grasping the beams of the tiled roof.
The man on the left was about to strike at those slender fingers when Qingqing's white jade flute came forward to meet him, and there was another burst of tingling sparks. Before the man could react again, the body of the flute actually drooped.
Qingqing was lying on the sloping roof of the palace, and his "Thousand Miles of Clouds" movement swept across the left man's calf bones.
The man felt pain, screamed loudly, and tried to resist with luck, but it was no match for the white jade flute, which was as solid as a rock. He just heard a weak "click" sound, and a small green pit was immediately dented in front of the man's leg bone.
He couldn't resist the fall, but his leg bones were cracked and he couldn't stand up.
Qingqing felt as if her ankle was about to be completely broken. She had no consciousness, so she had to turn over and lie on the inclined beam and slide down.
When the right man saw that his brother was injured, how could he let her go? He just ran a few steps, rushed down and raised his ax high, aiming at Qing Qing's back to chop him down. Qing Qing hit the wheel, turned his back to the sky, picked up the wooden flute with both hands and held it against her.
in front of you.
Beads of sweat broke out. How could Qingqing's arms be as strong as those of a man with an axe? Helplessly, his elbows kept bending down, and he saw that the ax was about to hit his waist, splitting him in half.
Thanks to the smooth glazed tile roof of Kaiyang Hall, Qingqing kept sliding down the diagonal angle while supporting his axe. He vaguely felt that his heel, which was still conscious, seemed to have hit something hard. Without thinking about it, his feet
With a flick of his wrist, his body slid down uncontrollably.
The ax made a final powerful blow and hit the side of the hall with a "bang" sound. The pillars of the floor shook and a lot of dust fell down. However, the ax was too hard and seemed to have penetrated the roof and got stuck in it, making it impossible to pull it out.
Already.
Taking advantage of this God-given opportunity, Qingqing quickly stopped his sliding force, hooked his hands on the corners of the eaves, and climbed up again.
Looking down, he saw that his hands and legs were dripping with blood. How could he still have the strength to breathe? It just so happened that the man on the right finally lay down and kissed her, stood up, jumped up on one foot, and was about to chop Qingqing's neck.
At the critical moment, several black and white chess pieces suddenly flew in front of the man who stood up. The chess pieces were moving very fast, and the ax was rough and unable to resist, so he had to force him to retreat step by step.
"No!" All the soldiers screamed when they saw it.
When the man on the right retreated to the side of the roof, he suddenly received a strong blow behind him. Before he could realize what was going on, his upper body could no longer hold back and continued to move backwards - a big hole suddenly opened in his belly, and the entangled intestines were released.
It came out, and the light of the ax shone brightly in the blood.
It turned out that the left man had pulled out his axe, and wanted to step forward to help his brother, but his brother's back blocked the path of the chess piece. He couldn't see what was going on, and he couldn't hold the ax when the right man retreated——
The ax pierced the brother's chest.
The "Twin Axes" were born from the same mother and they had a tacit understanding on weekdays, and they never got angry or dissatisfied. Now they were mourning at different places. How could ordinary people bear such grief? They cried bitterly and roared loudly.
He stepped forward and danced the only remaining ax to a whirring sound.
Qingqing climbed up and stood on one foot. When the man came close to her, she turned her head and smiled.
The man was stunned, and Qingqing flashed the half of the torch out from behind. Now it was the turn of the onlookers to take a breath: the three of them looked at the excitement, but they forgot that the half of the torch was stuck in the corner of the eaves.
On the beast, Qingqing picked it up after almost slipping.
Seeing that there was no hope of breaking into the palace, a faint and traceless smile brushed the corner of Qingqing's mouth, and he saw that the raging fire was about to fall into the oil-stained Kaiyang Hall.
"Sister Lin - stop!" Just when Qingqing was about to let go, a familiar shout came from afar, causing a crowd of officers and soldiers to become confused. Qingqing turned her head and took a closer look: Wen
Li held up the hem of her skirt and panted all the way to the foot of the palace wall.
When the right man saw his master, he had to stop temporarily.
Mr. Li was only as tall as an ordinary adult's shoulders. He was sweating profusely as he walked, stumbling and holding on to the wall: "Sister Lin, don't go and get angry with dad. My dad is ruthless to General Kong just waiting to kill you."
Attract!"
"Lead me?" Qingqing was stunned for a moment.
Wen Li gritted his teeth. Thinking of his father being seduced out of his body by that woman, he became even more angry. He simply vomited it all to Qing Qing: "The white jade flute in my sister's hand is so valuable! Whatever.
If someone from any sect stops you, the white jade flute will belong to daddy!"
"Master!" Miss Zhiyu followed Wen Li. When she heard this, she was so frightened that she quickly stopped her master from talking.
"No wonder..." Qing Qing half understood, "No wonder it was Jimo who came to report to me."
Seeing Qingqing hesitate, Wen Li continued: "Sister, go back quickly! As long as you go back to Lirong Mountain, dad can't do anything to the general...Sister Lin!" Xu Shi turned his head, and Wen Li saw it.
The leaders of the domestic soldiers were standing in rows and crowded together, and they hurriedly shouted: "I will ask them all to retreat now, sister, please leave quickly!"
After that, he turned around and ordered: "Everyone, get out!"
The general and the soldiers hesitated for a while, not knowing whose order to follow. You turned around and looked at me, and I looked at you.
"Go away yet!" Mr. Li shouted again. The leaders had no choice but to take ten steps back with their men.
After the soldiers were far away, Wen Li shouted to the man on the roof: "You go too!" The man on the right was so angry that his fists were banging, how could he listen to the little master? Just a look, and Li Zhiyu next to him
His cruel eyes met.
Breaking into a cold sweat, the right man finally remembered Wen Li's father's identity, twisted his teeth, opened his eyes and retreated off the roof.
In Kaiyang Palace, the setting sun was like blood. A few cranes flew far around the sun and then went away.
Qingqing's right leg was so painful that she lost all feeling. She stood up holding on to the roof beam, only to find that her head and face were covered in blood. There were several cuts in her palms, the skin and flesh were turned out, and she couldn't even hold the wooden flute tightly.
The green clothes were stained with spots. Wen Li outside the wall didn't know why Qingqing was in a daze, so he whispered again: "Sister Lin?"
Qingqing took out the three handkerchiefs from his arms, shook his head and said, "I...have gone too far." After that, he hung the handkerchiefs on the torch and read four poems from "Fan Ya Ji"
The minor tune was licked by tongues of fire and turned into ashes.
The flaming song album fell to the ground, and the remaining light reflected the wounds on Qingqing's face. The lamp oil all over the floor of Kaiyang Hall finally started to burn.
Wen Li stood under the wall, stunned. The fire came much faster than people imagined. It was not until the fire reached the tile roof that the soldiers from all walks of life woke up as if from a dream. They were scattered in all directions, shouting and shouting, and the crowd turned into a pot of porridge.
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Zhiyu picked up Wen Li and rushed out. Wen Li's tears fell on Miss Li's thick arms.
"Why?"
"Young Master..." Zhiyu didn't know how to comfort him, "Miss Lin, after all, she is from the Linghu family."
"Report——" This was the third time he shouted loudly. Wen Xian raised his head from a book of musical scores: "Where was it hit?"
"Zhang, Zhang..." the middle-aged guard stammered, "The barbarian burned down Kaiyang Palace and has already reached the entrance of Yaoguang Palace!"
Wen Xian stood up awkwardly and winked at the woman beside him. The woman stood up gracefully and came closer to Wen Xian: "I help you fight the enemy, what are you going to reward me with?"
The leader gently stroked the woman's gorgeous red hair and kissed her forehead: "The one who comes back victorious is my gentle wife."
The woman touched Wen Xian's Adam's apple, raised her lips charmingly, and left the palace with her white hair and the fragrance of flowers.
In the main hall, Yue Chuan was already so weak that he was in a trance, and Ruo Dong asked him to stop temporarily. An Yu quickly stepped forward, picked up the water bag, and trembling with tears, carefully put the cold water to General Kong's mouth.
Yue Chuan seemed to wake up slightly, his lips moved, and An Yu quickly leaned his ear. The general heard the general murmur: "Yu'er, you can't let Qing Qing in."
"General, sister is here..."
Yue Chuan shook his head laboriously: "She's coming, we have to keep her out."
An Yu couldn't help but choked, and two lines of clear tears silently fell down. Suddenly she heard the banging of weapons outside the palace door, and a cold wind rushed into the palace. The woman's charming voice had already entered the palace: "Linghu Savage! Here we come.
Outside the West Lake Palace, you still don’t kneel down!”
Qingqing supported one leg and finally climbed over the top of the wall in the fire, but finally couldn't support it and stumbled to the ground. He turned over with a breath and saw that the largest Fluctuating Light Hall had been erected.
The torches were lit, and two lines of guards stood strictly on the side of the hall.
In the guard room, there was a woman with disheveled red hair, standing far away on the stone steps of the highest floor.
The wooden flute lay horizontally on the ground, and Qing Qing reluctantly approached and asked, "Who are you!"
"I am Xihu Jiang Suyi, kneel down!"
Hearing this, Qingqing was stunned for a second, then came back to his senses, and couldn't help but laugh up at the sky: "Disciple has only heard of a Mrs. Jiang in Nanlin, how come there is a person who has transformed into Xihu?"
Seeing Qing Qing laughing so hard that she was about to burst into tears, Jiang Suyi stood up and rushed down: "You little bastard, don't toast me and you'll be fined with wine!"
With a "Humph", Qingqing stood there with a smile on his face. But just when Mrs. Jiang was about to arrive in front of her, Qingqing suddenly took off the burned package on her shoulder and took out the contents.