Five people formed a circle and immediately surrounded Qing Qing in the center.
Qingqing was very alert, and he spotted the soft persimmon on the most embroidered pillow, and struck Nan Jiayou directly with his wooden flute, beating him violently. Since Nan Gongzi and his father's master's experiences are so similar, then——
The life-threatening gate must also be in the same place.
Not long after, Qing Qing caught the flaw, pulled up the wooden flute and pointed it at Jiayou's back.
Jimo was shocked. He saw clearly the death process of Master Nan on the edge of Xuantan. Seeing that the father and son were afraid that they would make the same mistake again, he quickly pulled back his sleeves and turned around to save him.
Qingqing secretly smiled bitterly. He had never practiced martial arts with Master Zihua, so "Wu Dai was in the trend" was just a pretense.
While the two of them were anxiously dodging, Qingqing swept away with a "thousand-mile array of clouds", and the familiar wooden flute and pen array once again exerted its power a thousand times. Jimo and Jiayou were defeated and had to retreat to the side for the time being.
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Looking back now, there are still eight disciples of Mr. Ruo and the West Lake guard Li Zhiyu.
Qingqing stepped forward with his flute, but to his surprise, the first figure that came to him was Tianke's disciple An Ge.
When the flute was sealed at the throat, Qingqing saw An Shaoxia's weak face, and remembered that the two people on the Ruixin Pagoda did not have a deep hatred. He couldn't help but soften his wrist, and the flute turned sideways, parting An Ge's bun.
Her braided hair fell down, and the two of them immediately held hands together.
Behind An Ge, Jing Ming's eyes were covered with haze. The long sword in his hand was unsheathed with a decisive "swipe", bypassing An Ge's figure and attacking Qing Qing. Qing Qing lifted the flute hard, but felt that the wooden stick had some
It weighs a thousand pounds and cannot be moved away no matter what.
Sighing inwardly, he walked around Jing Shaoxia and rushed towards the people behind him.
Counting from the beginning of the Eight Music Club, several young disciples who often followed Ruo Dong had their encounters with Qing Qing. Every time Qing Qing struck someone in front of him with his flute, he could recall some memories of their encounters.
After a full circle, no one was injured, but I was out of breath and spent a lot of energy.
Now, only the figure of Miss Zhiyu stands at the end of the crowd.
At first glance, it was obvious that he had not recovered yet, but after leaping a few steps in the air, Zhiyu had already suppressed his blush, and opened his eyes like a calf. Qingqing swept over with his wooden flute several times, but barely avoided its vital points.
But he still couldn't withstand the rain, his movements were slow and laborious, and he was overwhelmed from left to right.
Qingqing has been waiting, hoping that the heroine will stop and retreat. As long as Miss Li admits defeat, Qingqing can immediately stop and withdraw.
However, Zhiyu gritted his teeth and refused to retreat, as if he had to fight Qingqing to the death today. Unfortunately, as time went by, Qingqing's moves could not help but become more fierce again.
Wen Li held his sister by the side, and Miss Li rushed into the scene without saying a word. At this moment, she was full of flaws, and she was obviously unbeatable. If this continues, it is unknown whether she can save her life.
Wen Li gradually let go of Sister Qing's hand.
Zhiyu was caught in a bitter battle, and he couldn't stand by and watch. But he didn't have the strength to lift a dagger. Looking around, a flash of silver light flashed into his eyes: an arrow with a silver body fell on the ground.
, most likely when General An left, his thoughts were disturbed and left here.
I walked up to it and weighed it. The length and thickness fit my hand perfectly.
He took out a small medicine bottle from his arms and sprinkled the full amount of Biting Powder on the cluster of arrows. Then, with Silver Arrow on his back, he quietly approached Zhiyu when no one noticed him.
Qingqing and Yu Zheng were locked in a fierce stalemate. Every time she thought of hurting Langzhong Li, Qingqing couldn't do anything to the heroine who was a head taller than herself. Finally, she came up with a compromise, lowering her waist and leaning forward to let Mu
The flute swept towards the heroine's calves and ankles. Zhiyu, who was weak in strength, was naturally unable to withstand this fierce blow. He took a few steps back with an "ah" sound, staggered and was about to fall backwards -
A flash of silver light flashed, and Wen Li rushed to Qing Qing's eyes with hatred in his eyes.
For a moment while raising the arrow, Mr. Li remembered the story of being bullied by a group of maids when he was a child, and Zhiyu rushed over immediately.
When his younger sister was born, he lost his mother. The only memory left by his mother was his beautiful appearance. So when he grew up alone and weak and sick, the talkative guy always laughed and said, "I am a young man without a mother."
girl.
My father has so many things to do, except for telling me to take medicine on time, he has no time to care about himself.
At that time, the one who stayed with me day and night was Zhiyu, the daughter of the guard sent by Dr. Nanlin. Zhiyu looked tall and thick. Perhaps only in this way could we better protect the only young master of Miyu Lake.
Wen Li gradually let go of the hand holding the arrow.
Qingqing was startled. He picked up the flute and dropped it. He could no longer hold it back!
Mr. Wen's hands were holding a cluster of silver-headed arrows, and the tip was pointed towards Qingqing himself, aiming to stab him right in the heart. Qingqing raised his flute high and inadvertently opened the door wide, exposing his vital points without any dodge.
Wen Li was young and had little skill. The arrow came very slowly and could not stop Qing Qing's attack. In just a blink of an eye, Qing Qing suddenly saw the silver arrow feathers——
There was a sharp pain in my shoulder.
The stick of incense in front of Head Wen fell under the wooden sword in his hand. The flame in Wen Li's eyes was exactly the same as when he left Wuming Valley. The grudges and hatred in front of Yaoguang Palace happened to have changed places now.
The silver arrow flashed before his eyes, and a thought passed through Qingqing's mind:
"Brother, please, don't take action against the people in West Lake."
But he has already taken the life of the leader of West Lake!
At this moment of hesitation, Wen Li pointed his arrow forward and pierced Qing Qing's chest.
Dark clouds hung low in the sky, there was a "boom", the waves roared, and suddenly a light rain began to fall.
Qingqing lowered his head and saw that the wound was black where blood suddenly surged.
On the other side, the three people of Qin, Qihua and Qin were being besieged by the senior leaders of each faction. There were so many people that they could not break away after fighting for a long time. Ruo Dong concentrated on dealing with Ziqin alone, using the Yin and Yang sword to hit the vital points.
, did not hold back any hand. Suddenly, they heard silence on the side of the sea cliff. Everyone in the fight was surprised and couldn't help but take a moment to look around:
A silver-feathered arrow was thrust into Qingqing's chest. Wen Li raised his head and stood in front of her.
Qingqing bit her lip, groaned, and pulled out the cluster of arrows in her chest with all her strength. She saw black blood gushing out like a spring, and her body fell backwards.
Ziqin couldn't believe her eyes, and immediately rushed out, but was blocked by a mess of swords, guns, swords and halberds. No matter how she cared about the fate of her ancestors and her decent style, she let out a long roar, and her murderous intention suddenly aroused.
Fight your way through the formation of hundreds of people and hundreds of gates.
Rushing out of the end, black and white light and shadow flashed, and Ruo Dong blocked the way.
The disciples of Qixue and Qilang who were approaching saw that their master was entangled and couldn't get away. They hurriedly tried to save him, but Jimo Yao's quick eyes and hands quickly caught him. His long sleeves flew from left to right and struck the two of them on their waists.
Killing intent and blood filled Ziqin's eyes.
Ruo Dong concealed the edge of his sword and did not make a move, but suddenly a neatly folded paper bag flew through the air. Ziqin was confused and anxious, and took it. Sure enough, it was faintly blue, and it was the only antidote to the poison of the West Lake——
Biting powder.
The two of them were silent. Zi Qin no longer hesitated and rushed over with the black and white sword shadow on his side. Seeing Zi Qin holding Qing Qing in his arms, Mr. Ruo murmured: "Junior brother, you are right...
It can be regarded as a favor owed by Dong in the name of Miyu Tianke."
An Yu unfolded the small palm-sized cloth package and looked at it. She saw that the bamboo skin was crooked and had several stone-like scratches carved on it, which must have been the way down from Lirong Mountain.
Now, the only people following him are his playmates who grew up in West Lake when he was a child, and the loyal old ministers left by General Kong.
The old man was named Gaotou, and the boy was called Gouzi. The three of them staggered along the narrow mountain road in a row, and went into the sea close to the cliff. "I said General An." Gouzi couldn't help but sigh exaggeratedly.
, sitting in the water, "What road does this bamboo indicate?"
An Yu slapped him on the head neither lightly nor harshly: "Just go if I tell you to go. The mountain roads are complicated. Be careful of your dog's life."
"Definitely!" Reluctantly standing up, Gouzi couldn't help complaining, "How could anyone leave us under the sun and soak in the sea water!"
Hearing the two young men chattering incessantly, the old man who had been silent next to him suddenly raised his head and asked: "General, how much do you trust the disciples on Lirong Mountain?"
"Ninety percent."
"10% left?"
"The arrow that hit Disciple Zhongrong will probably lose half of his arm." An Yu sighed, "It is inevitable that my sister will not bear her grudge against me."
"In this case..." Gao Tou thought silently for a moment, then suddenly stopped, "In that case, general, please be prepared to win the last 10% of the 10%. Let the three of us quickly go back to the cliff and go down the mountain!"
An Yu was startled, turned around, and met Gao Tou's gloomy eyes.
"There are more than a hundred sects coming to attack the mountain today. General, think about it, why did that young disciple only give you this map?"
"That's my sister!"
"No, no..." Gaotou shook his head, "If that disciple is really the general's sister, how could he say that he wants to fight to the death with the general?" Seeing An Yu speechless and stunned, Lao Gaotou added: "General,
Let’s go back to the mountain quickly while the journey is not far away!”
But because he was young and energetic, An Yu felt stubborn and refused to listen to the advice. He turned around alone and continued to walk forward against the deep waves: "Senior and Gouzi, if they feel tired, it's not too late to take a rest."
"Hey!" As soon as Gouzi saw An Yu walking away, he quickly stood up and chased after him, "If you have something to say, why don't we come with you?" The old Gaotou had no choice but to follow with trembling steps.
Come up.
After walking for another half-quarter of an hour, the tide gradually receded, and a cave appeared vaguely on the side of the stone cliff. However, the cave sunk deeply into the side of the cliff, and the terrain was low, far away from the place where the three of them were climbing.
An Yu took out the piece of bamboo with one hand and took a closer look. There was no doubt that the location of the sea cave was here.
Without saying a word, An Yu stepped out, wanting to be the first to go down and explore the way. Before she could even jump out, she suddenly heard Gouzi shouting: "General, look, there's someone coming from above!"
Hearing the sound and sticking his head out, An Yu saw that on the mountain path above the cliff, many figures were arranged in an orderly manner, walking down the mountain with their front feet and back feet. Among the people were people wearing blue clothes and black robes. They must be from West Lake.
Can Bing and Mr. Ruo's disciples were about to leave.
An Yu was secretly frightened, not knowing whether Lingdeng Cliff's group attack and Lirong Mountain could hold on to this line of defense.
Gouzi clearly saw the person coming, remembered to use his hands and feet, and climbed up the cliff. As he climbed, he shouted: "Heroes and heroines of West Lake! Come and help me!"