The owner of the black robe was still nestling comfortably on the stone, muttering in his sleep while squinting his eyes and shifting his posture. Suddenly when he heard Qing Qing say this, he suddenly stopped dozing, sat up stiffly, and took a closer look.
:
The breeze blows, and the blue clothes and robes flutter.
Most of the stories heard by idlers in the world are passed down by word of mouth and have no evidence. Therefore, the so-called "Qingyi" in the eyes of people living under Lirong Mountain is just green or blue, and no one knows which one is really "Qingyi".
". As soon as the owner of the Luo family opened his eyes, he was frightened by the silhouette of clothes. He crawled back a few steps and groped back and forth with his hands.
I saw a fierce light flashing through the fear behind the mask, and the man in black robe pulled hard——
At the same time, Ziqin put one hand around Qingqing's waist and jumped behind her with both feet off the ground. The moment Ziqin left the ground, a small and inconspicuous crack appeared where the two of them were standing.
The men, women, old and young who were deep in sleep got up one after another, holding on to each other, and all gathered around the terrifying stone statue.
Just hearing a few subtle sounds of "click, click", Qingqing's heart immediately tightened. If you don't pay attention, these wisps of sounds are difficult to detect. It seems like an unknown bird is swimming in the air.
The dragon wanders around, running quietly.
Listening attentively, the elusive and mysterious sound continued and gradually became quieter. An imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Master Luo's mouth.
The air condensed for a moment, and there was only a "bang" and an explosion. Qingqing almost lost his balance. Fortunately, his body was held firmly by his master. When he looked closely, the ground under his feet actually opened several large holes like floating clouds!
The earth seemed to have suddenly opened its mouth, and the deep abyss underfoot was swallowing up the flying sand and rocks on the ground. The three-headed stone statues spun rapidly - unexpectedly, there was a mechanism hidden inside these stone statues!
Qingqing jumped greatly when the earth was suddenly torn apart. Suddenly she remembered that her master was behind her, and she couldn't help but feel relieved again.
Those who were sleeping soundly in the courtyard just now, ranging from the bearded old man on crutches to the sucking baby lying in the arms of a woman, were all clinging to the side of the stone statue and gathered on a high platform. Ziqin and Qingqing
After calming down, they found that the two of them were isolated in another narrow stone crevice. Looking up from where they stood, they were all facing one of the three stone statues.
The stone statue has two eyes, one with lowered eyebrows, the other with an angry glare at the copper bell, half of its face tilted and roaring lowly at the two crowds.
When the two masters and apprentices were at a loss, a loud sound of running filled the entire street. With a "bang", they broke into the door and the leader jumped onto the third stone bridge:
"Where is the demon?!"
Taking a closer look, Qingqing grabbed his master's sleeve with his backhand - this man with a bare chest and a scimitar was the King of Tara who almost ended his life in the Northern Desert!
The king of Tara took a look from a distance, thinking that he must have recognized Qing Qing. Without saying a word, he held a scimitar and ran over from the narrow stone bridge. Before the big man could jump onto the stone gap, Ziqin
He stood in front of Qing Qing and took a gentle step towards the stone bridge.
King Tara couldn't care less about anything else. He looked at the man in green robe opposite and slashed with his sword.
The moment the tip of the knife touched her hair, Ziqin stretched out two fingers and pinched the half-foot-wide back of the knife between her fingers.
King Tara was about to strike with all his strength, but he found that half of his strength was suddenly stuck in the air. The sharp blade was sparkling, not even an inch away from the Qingyi visitor's palm, but it could not go down or go up.
I couldn't get up, and the internal energy I had suppressed was blocked in my Dantian, making me feel extremely uncomfortable.
If you continue to stand in a stalemate like this, you're afraid that your internal energy will be exhausted by your own empty strength. So King Tara shouted loudly, jumped up with the tip of the knife as a support, and put all the weight of his body on it.
Pressing on the blade, all the overwhelming power surged toward Ziqin.
Ziqin heard exactly the moment he exerted his force, and then the huge force flicked lightly on the back of the knife.
The echoes were buzzing and ethereal. King Tara vaguely heard a strange snapping sound in his head, as if the veins were shattered, and the strong force he had just hit disappeared. Then he looked at the scimitar in front of him, and it was at the finger of the white-faced man in green.
Where they met, the blade suddenly broke into two halves.
The men in the Northern Desert behind him had never seen such an astonishing ability, and they all retreated for a moment.
King Tara gave a cold "hum", returned to the stone bridge, and grabbed a brand new scimitar from the waist of his attendant. The blade was unsheathed, and the man seemed to be shouting desperately, but he still raised the blade.
He turned to the side and ran forward wildly.
Looking at the approaching figure of the fierce man, Ziqin hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should be cruel.
Seeing the blade whistling and chopping in the air, suddenly there was a flash of purple light behind him, and the white jade flute was pressed under the tip of the blade. Qingqing leaned out half of his body, his eyes were sharp, and he refused to give an inch with the scimitar.
Knowing that Qingqing wanted to test this opponent, Ziqin ducked sideways on the narrow stone bridge, smiled slightly, and stayed not far behind Qingqing.
Qingqing put his hands on both ends of the wooden flute, and the force of the scimitar was like Mount Tai. His body kept sinking, and he was about to be unable to withstand it. Suddenly he withdrew his strength, and the heavy blade fell, and cut into the crack of the stone bridge.
中. One foot was a little bit on the edge of the stone bridge. Qingqing stepped on the back of the knife with the other foot. He wanted to stab King Tara's head with the jade flute in his hand.
Fortunately, this Northern Desert man was experienced in many battles, and he did not panic for a moment. He swung the blade embedded in the stone crack to the side, intending to throw Qingqing into the bottomless abyss. This swipe, but
Unexpectedly, Qing Qing still held the back of his sword straight and motionless.
"How many months have it been since we last met? How has this demon woman's skills improved so rapidly?" King Tara was startled, and even more force was used to throw her down.
Who would have thought that when he used force the second time, his hands were already unstable, and Qingqing's feet were firmly planted, so how could he easily shake him off? Taking advantage of the opportunity of the big man in front of him to exert force, Qingqing actually stood up and jumped into the air, and instead returned all the strength he had just exerted.
Hui Hanzi's arm. Before King Tara could stand firm, Qingqing kicked the side of the blade violently, forcing the scimitar to tilt to the side and fall.
At the moment when the nearly foot-long sword fell on the stone bridge, the onlookers burst out with a cry of surprise - King Tara had just grasped the handle of the knife and refused to let go, but unexpectedly, his body tilted and he was about to fall into the stone abyss.
!
How could the skills of the rough people in the Northern Desert be as delicate as those of Jimo Star? But once they made up their minds to kill them, they would use all their brute force. Qingqing never expected that King Tara would hold on to the scimitar and hold on to the sword.
He refused to retreat on one side, and now that he was stepped down in mid-air, how could he have any room to stabilize his body?
Without thinking too much, Qingqing followed the momentum of his step and sank down, and probed the slender white jade flute into the stone abyss.
It was at this life-and-death moment that King Tara finally reacted and subconsciously grasped the head of the wooden flute. Ziqin was afraid that the weight of the big man would push Qingqing away, so she quickly blew up her sleeves and stepped forward.
roll.
King Tara felt his body being dragged up by a light force. He was lifted up by the white jade flute for a moment, and then he stood up again and jumped on the stone bridge.
Looking at the opposite side, there was no doubt that these two green-robed foreign enemies were trying to save him. Seeing King Tara's blood rising, his face turning purple, he shouted vaguely: "Brother, I don't want the life that was given to me by the demon!"
"With a roar, he jumped into the endless abyss again.
Ziqin had heard about the fierce temperament of the people in the Northern Desert, so he was on guard this time, and blocked him in place with a push from Xiufeng.
Unwilling to live and unable to die, King Tara stared at the two people opposite him, his eyes bulging out, as if he wanted to eat both master and apprentice alive. Ziqin looked at each other coldly: "Who is the master behind you?"
Before she finished speaking, she heard the sound of a flying attack in the air. Qingqing quickly turned her head. She saw King Tara suddenly choked in his throat, as if he had been stabbed by something.
There is a hidden arrow!
Everyone just paid attention to the fierce fighting in the field, and no one knew where the hidden arrow came from. They saw King Tara's chest straighten out, and a palm-sized sword head passed in front of King Tara, entering from the back of the heart and coming out from the front.
It pierced human flesh and blood in the blink of an eye.
The man fell backwards and fell to the ground, a bloody hole opened in his naked chest, and bright red blood spurted out several feet high.
Qingqing had not yet turned around from this shocking surprise, but suddenly realized that the "swish" whistling sound of the hidden arrows did not stop for a moment. He concentrated on his ears for a moment, and hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound - only to see the short
The flying arrow was caught in the wind and was bloody, and it was about to pierce into her eyes in less than an instant! At the critical moment, Ziqin walked around Qingqing invisible and stood in front of her.
Hearing the incoming hidden weapon, Ziqin grabbed the black shadow in the air and intercepted the silent arrow in mid-air.
I saw that this hidden arrow was bloody, and it was coming very fast. The moment Ziqin grabbed the arrow body, all the blood brought out from King Tara's heart on the arrow rushed forward, and splashed all over Ziqin's green body.
On the lapel of the robe.
Ignoring the spots on her clothes, Ziqin took a closer look - something seemed to be wrapped around the arrow.
Unable to help but take a breath of air, Linghu Ziqin tore off the blood-stained tangle. When he unfolded it, it was an anonymous letter. On the letter was a blood-stained red background, and a line of tiny characters was neatly traced on it:
Tonight, at the second hour of the Chou hour, I will go to the Xiwu Mausoleum to welcome Master Linghu.
After reading this, Ziqin was suddenly surprised: Who was hiding under the dark curtain? When and where did he know his identity and name? Then he folded the letter and glanced at the only spacious stone platform left -
Everyone within his sight shuddered.
These Jianghu Caomangs walking around the streets have different identities, and all of them are well-informed, and many masters from various sects in the Jianghu have asked for advice. However, at this moment, the head of Linghu looked from a distance, and everyone was
They scrambled to turn their heads, fearing that they would look at each other at any moment, not even daring to take a breath.
The person who shot the arrow must not be this kind of person - Ziqin thought in his heart. As soon as he let go, the sticky human blood letter floated into the depths of the stone abyss. In the blink of an eye, visitors from all walks of life came.
Only then did he realize that the master and apprentice had crossed the deep ravine on the stone bridge and disappeared outside the gate without a trace.
There was a bold person in the crowd who couldn't help but mutter:
"This is the 'white-skinned ghost' in that play!"
There had just been a fierce fight, and both of them had blood spots on their clothes. Ziqin was afraid that the messy appearance would frighten passers-by during the day, so she and Qingqing found a secluded place, and the two of them rested temporarily in a dark alley.
moment.
Qingqing dipped the handkerchief in water and brushed off the large blood stains on the back of his master's palm. Suddenly he thought of something and sighed softly.
"Master, the lives of people in the world are too small..."