Qingqing only thought that this young man from Jimo must have come from the same background as the old master, so he played harmoniously and hid the healing tune of "Shajiang Yin" under "Jianghe". Therefore, no matter how the young man explained it, Qingqing preferred to
Just ignore it.
Qingqing couldn't help but laugh after hearing the striped masked wizard say it to his face:
"Look, what can you do to me?"
The wizard also echoed: "Third Prince, it's not because of Xiao Wu's unwillingness. It's just that this girl's complexion is up and down, and there must be more than one kind of poisonous gas gathered in her body... In addition, there are scratches, blood bruises, and bone fractures everywhere on her body.
, even if all the wizards in the world try their best, they are only afraid of..."
"Get out!" Jimo Xing whispered.
The wizard immediately shut up, covered himself with colorful clothes, and ran away as fast as he could.
When there was no one in the tent, the Jimo boy stepped forward. Without waiting for Qingqing's reaction, he grabbed her shoulder with one arm and slapped her back hard with the other hand - "Wow!"
Qingqing felt a faint fragrance filled the air from the surrounding fire, and the fragrance surged into her throat, forcing herself to spit out a large mouthful of blood.
Jimo Xing pounded it a few more times, and saw that Qingqing spit out dark blood clots at first, then the color gradually became lighter, and finally he coughed with a dry throat and couldn't spit out anything.
"The heroine just said, what does this junior want to harm you?" The young man tilted his head and asked, holding back a smile.
Qingqing stood up and felt that the blood in his chest was suddenly smooth, and every breath he took in could move freely in his body. Stretching his fingers also added a lot of strength.
For a moment, I couldn't figure out what Jimo's idea was, so he turned around with a "hum" and said he didn't want to accept the young man's feelings.
The young man was helpless, looking at the dark sky outside the tent, and the cold wind in the night began to whistle. He pulled the tent door, went to the corner of the room, wrapped himself in a blanket and fell asleep. In the middle of the confused fire, Qingqing was roasted all over his body.
Feeling warm, I couldn't help but yawn, closed my eyes and leaned on the ground, half asleep and half awake.
There was a "buzz" sound, and a whistle of weapons suddenly came from the evening wind:
"Third Prince, I'm here to help you!"
Qingqing woke up suddenly and jumped up from the center of the fire. He could only hear the noise of people coming and the sound of steel blades and iron tools. When the first few stout men rushed in with their scimitars in hand, they were naked.
Inside the account.
Seeing Qing Qing standing in the middle of the fire, he chopped off his head without saying anything.
Qingqing was wary and avoided it immediately. Seeing the large number of people coming, there was a loud crash and the small fire was immediately surrounded by water. The leader shouted loudly:
"Linghu Yaoren, surrender before you stop!"
Qingqing was stunned by these words. He turned to look at Jimo Xing, also looking puzzled. The Jimo boy stepped forward and put his arm around the leader's shoulder: "This heroine is my father.
...Master Chexin rescued the guest from Nanlin. Could it be that King Tara recognized the wrong person?"
"Bah!" Unexpectedly, King Tara lifted the young man's hand away and spat heavily on the ground, "Brothers got pigeons a few days ago, saying that the Dongshan clan killed all the heads of Nanlin and West Lake.
!This is nothing but a monster!”
Upon hearing this, Jimo Xing slapped his hand heavily on King Tara's shoulder again, seeming to exert some strength: "King Tara forgives this junior for the offense. It's just the people brought back by Master Chexin, no one can touch them."
A few people were in a stalemate. Qingqing subconsciously touched his hand to his waist, and then he remembered that the wooden flute was not there. Except for a few remaining chess pieces, there was no other weapon that could withstand it.
"Third Prince, don't use the old master to suppress me!" The stout and short King Tara was so irritable that he almost jumped up and turned around, almost knocking Jimo Xing to the ground. "The old master said before he went out, outsiders only have
Only by changing your surname to Jimo can you enter the realm of Yi Ya!"
Sure enough, I still have to force myself to stay!
Qing Qing had heard such persuasion many times, but now he was calm and sneered, saying: "People from Dongshan, my ancestors renamed themselves Linghu two years ago, how can you change it just when you say it?"
"Okay!" Upon hearing this, several short strong men immediately took action with their scimitars, "Prince, you heard clearly, what this demon girl said just now!" After saying that, they all came forward to surround Qing Qing in the fire.
middle.
Seeing that the first few people were only a few steps away from him, Qing Qing couldn't dodge even if he could fly into the sky, so he lowered his head, and a few black and white chess pieces in his sleeves immediately shot out through the fire. The chess pieces hit the scimitar with no impact.
, only one person saw the handle of the knife fall out of his hand, and the backs of the other knives were also hit with several severe marks.
Seeing that the tight siege was half-opened by flying chess, Qingqing took a deep breath and ran out.
Qing Qing had been injured for many days. In addition, he had been tortured by the flute for several days, and his body was already weak. He jumped out, only to feel that his body was heavy and uncontrollable, and he fell suddenly, almost falling into the fire.
Qingqing felt the burning heat coming from the hem of her skirt. Before she could stand up, the sword-wielding warrior beside her had already swung the sharp blade in the air, aiming to chop off her head.
Before he could think, Qingqing tried his best to kick back and rolled beside the fire. Before his back hit the ground, he heard a sharp "buzz" sound suddenly in his ears, and the scimitar on his head was solid.
Inserted into the sandy soil, there is a lingering sound.
The remaining men immediately picked up the hilts of their swords and surrounded Qing Qing in a raging fire.
Qingqing stood up with empty hands and looked around, only to see the edged scimitars shimmering in the darkness. The short and thick warriors were twisting their bodies with lumps of tendon meat, and their eyes glowed like blades.
of light.
Jimo Xing stood alone behind the heroes, no one paid attention to him.
A plan suddenly came to Qingqing's mind. With the fierce light of the fire, Qingqing suddenly jumped up, pretending to have chess pieces coming out of his sleeves, volleying downwards, and the sleeves of his robes fell. The people holding scimitars were struck by the iron curled blades.
Defeat, he immediately put the sword side in front of him. Qingqing struggled to lean over his body when he was falling. He kicked his left foot on one of the sword sides, kicked his right foot high, and somersaulted away from the fire formation in the tent in mid-air.
Each strong man reacted for a moment before realizing that there was no hidden weapon flying out. He quickly turned the tip of the knife and stabbed it in the direction Qingqing turned it out. More than a dozen blades rushed forward, but they stopped in mid-air in unison, and no one was there anymore.
Dare to take a step forward.
Qingqing just fell down and landed next to Jimo Xing. At this moment, he held the last chess piece between his fingers and pressed it against the Jimo boy's neck:
"Everyone stand back!"
The group of men stayed where they were. Neither moving forward nor retreating, everyone turned their heads and looked in the direction of King Tara. King Tara's eyes were wide open with anger, and the beards on his face were about to stand up.
After a stalemate for a moment, seeing that the third prince was unable to fight back by the fox demon girl, he waved his arm and shouted: "Back off!"
The men with their bare chests and abdomen exposed took a step back without dropping their machetes.
When Qing Qing saw that there was a gap in the tent door, he held Jimo Xing with his chess pieces and walked towards the door step by step. The shimmering blade also turned in a circle in the direction of the movement of the two men.
However, the third prince was still held in Qing Qing's arms, and no one dared to step forward easily.
Hearing the roar of the wind, the tent door was blown up to a corner. The dust outside the door was whistling, and even the moonlight could not be seen clearly. Qingqing leaned against the tent door, looked out sideways, and relaxed slightly.
The hand on the boy's neck.
Seeing Qingqing lift the door curtain, he was about to step out.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew straight into the tent as soon as Qingqing opened the door. Qingqing secretly shouted in her heart: "No!" She quickly closed her eyes, it was too late, her eyes stung fiercely, and the wind swept the sand.
into the eyes.
At almost the same moment, Qingqing didn't even have time to think about it, for fear that someone would take advantage of such a loophole. While flying chess to protect himself, he ran according to the direction outside the door in his memory. He just raised his hand for a moment, and only
I felt my wrist go numb, as if someone had pressed my acupuncture point.
With a "bang", Jimo Xing bumped his elbow and knocked Qingqing firmly against the door.
Qingqing's back was leaning against the wall of the tent, and there seemed to be a slight hint of coldness on her neck. Jimo Xing didn't know when he hid a short knife in his clothes, so he broke free from Qingqing's restraints and restrained her in front of him with his backhand.
King Tara was overjoyed, and with a whistle, several men came forward with swords.
"Kill her!" King Tara raised his arms and shouted.
"Kill her! Kill her!" The men couldn't help shouting excitedly as they saw the third prince's dagger digging deeper and deeper into Qingqing's neck.
Unexpectedly, Qingqing was about to escape, but his wish was not fulfilled. He was blinded by the sudden wind and sand. He thought in his mind that the Beimo clan had already made up his mind to become an enemy of Dongshan - even if he died
Even if you die, you can't have your neck cut off, and die in such a useless look! He didn't know where he got the strength, he raised his leg and kicked Jimo Xing directly in the lower abdomen.
Fortunately, this child from Jimo was so weak in the techniques he practiced that he couldn't withstand a kick and turned upside down.
Seeing that there was no hope of getting out, Qingqing rushed into the crowd and knocked several strong men on the way to the ground. Taking a deep breath, he took advantage of the man in front of him when he was unprepared and hit him hard on the patio point of his elbow.
He took advantage of the situation and grabbed a machete.
Although the scimitar was short and sharp, not as long and slender as the string sword, it could not withstand the strokes of the pen pattern left by Zi Shu, and no one could resist it for a while.
Qingqing slashed his head, using the "Long Live Withered Vine", hanging the vertical blade in the air, and struck the man's armpit on the side holding the knife with the blade. The man was in pain, screamed "Ah", and jumped away.
Step aside.
Just as he was about to take a breath, he saw behind the man, the sinister-faced King Tara, drawing a knife across the ground and walking towards Qing Qing step by step.
Qingqing opened his eyes wide, held the scimitar tightly in his hand, and couldn't help but gasp. He had fought hard for a long time, and his energy and blood were gone. In addition, if he had the ability to fight with this big sword, he would never be a match for King Tara.
The short and squat man from the Northern Desert had no intention of giving in. He shouted loudly, raised the blade of the sword above his head and ran towards Qing Qing.
Qingqing exhaled a long breath, firmly grasped the handle of the knife with his already cracked and scarred palm, stabilized his lower body, and raised the knife to meet him. The two swords stabbed for a moment, and suddenly he heard a sound behind Qingqing.
: "Get out of the way!" Then the two scimitars missed each other by a hair's breadth, and the blade in King Tara's hand hit the ground hard, causing sparks to fly.
Before he could make a move with his side knife, Qingqing felt that his arm was suddenly pulled to the side, and then a flash of fire flashed in front of his eyes as a sharp knife slashed in the air! If this knife was really struck by the ignorant himself, he would have been split into two long ago.