Volume Three, Yin Jiang, Chapter Sixty-Eighth, Rivers of Blood
Jimo Yao stood up with a "Ouch", shook his sleeves heavily, and slammed them on the ground: "There is nothing you can do? Because you just said that you want to 'unite Baiyin to fight against Qingyi', the Nan family master has already gone crazy and lost his appearance."
!Now guests from all over the world have gathered together, but the master tells me that there is nothing he can do?!"
Yang Wei lowered his eyes silently, straightened his body, and knelt on the cold ground with a plop: "Master, forgive me! When I studied this tomb with thousands of eyes, I didn't expect that someone would be obsessed with it..." Jimo Yao
With a flick of his sleeves: "Where is your 'baiyinqin'?"
The woman opened her eyes wide in horror and shook her head.
I saw the long sleeves blowing fiercely on the round boulder. I don't know what notes it touched, and the boulder suddenly let out a low roar of "rumbling". The underground tomb trembled, and the fleshy eyeballs on the left and right sides of the wall were stained with blood.
He rolled down to the woman's side one after another, and the entire Wu Ling Tomb shook violently.
Yang Wei raised his head, walked a few steps on his knees to the master, and said in a tearful voice: "The master can be angry with the slave any way he wants, but the 'Bai Yin Qin' was made in the name of Master Che Xin, so it really cannot be destroyed.
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"Are you following the orders of the old master, or are you following your own ambition?" When he heard her mention Master Chexin, Jimo Yao felt even more angry. He gritted his teeth and wished he could kill the pregnant woman in front of him alive.
The sobbing woman then said harshly:
"I would like to see if this Baiyin Qin can be destroyed today!"
After saying that, he turned around and started to walk out of the tomb. Unexpectedly, this woman suddenly pounced on her, grabbing her long sleeves like water and not letting go. Feeling the anger rising in her heart, the leader of Jimo ignored everything else and pulled the several feet long sleeves.
The water sleeves were flicked vigorously——
His center of gravity was unstable and he staggered to the ground.
It turned out that this woman secretly exerted some strength when pulling on her long sleeves, so that not only could she not throw out her sleeves, but she was pushed by the force and fell to the ground? Yang Wei hurriedly got up and stepped forward to help the leader.
He stood up and his voice became smaller and smaller: "I'm so rude, slave..."
Before he could react, Jimo leader Feixiu took action and wrapped his arms around the woman's neck:
"If you don't reveal the whereabouts of the Baiyin Qin today, you won't even be able to leave the tomb!"
Closing his eyes tightly, Yang Wei's neck was strangled hard by the water sleeves, and he felt that it was gradually difficult to breathe. In addition, his body was heavy and he could not break free, making it even harder to move. In the darkness, his hands kept groping for the naked eyes of the wall behind him.
Not knowing what he bumped into, Yang Wei dug his nails into the wall and tried his best to dig out the eyeball——
There was a "bang", dust flew into the air, and a tombstone over three feet high fell to the ground.
Blinded by the dust, the woman quickly closed her eyes tightly. However, she felt that the tight feeling on her neck did not diminish at all, and instead she heard a soft sneer.
It wasn't until the smoke and dust all over the tomb dispersed that Yang Wei took a closer look outside: he saw naked and open-chested Northern Desert warriors standing outside the tomb one by one, with bulging muscles and angry hair, and lined up neatly to draw swords. The head of Jimo stared at her coldly.
Eye:
"No matter how remote Wu Ling's tomb is, it can't escape the borders of the Northern Desert. Doesn't the master know where the secret door is down here?"
The sparkling sword was already placed in front of his throat. Yang Wei sighed and tightened his hand on the Rushui long sleeve wrapped around his neck. Jimo Yao felt a pain in his wrist and couldn't help but let go of the sleeve.
"The eyes of the head of Yiyamo should overlook the past and present and know the world. He should not be included in the collection of slaves."
Yang Wei walked to the boulder and gently picked up the stone hammer. Before the leader of Jimo could wonder what he was going to do, he raised his hand and knocked out a string of triplet notes neatly on the stone plate.
I saw several sharp screams suddenly coming from the group of strong men outside the door. The men covered their ears, their bodies twisted in pain, and fell to the ground one after another. A few traces of blood seeped into the cool yellow sand.
See for yourself, it actually flowed out from the ears of those fallen men.
There were exactly three strong men lying on the ground unconscious. There were exactly three of them.
Fortunately, these veiny men were well trained on weekdays. Although three people in the team had already screamed and fell down, the remaining strong men remained motionless and stood firmly in their positions. Jimo Yao wore those few feet of sleeves.
He stretched out his arms and stared at the woman's hand holding the stone hammer, paying close attention.
The long sleeves are like water, and the dark sound is like a knife.
Just when the woman's delicate hands landed on the disk, Jimo Yao did not hesitate, and held out his sleeves like lightning, firmly protecting his body. However, he saw a row of men guarding outside the tomb silent for a moment, as if the air had condensed.
Generally, the face is twisted and strange noises are made from the mouth.
The shadowless blade avoided the sharp edge and opened a neat wound in front of the crowd.
A crisp sound of cutting was heard, and the bodies of the strong men in the first row were cut off at the waist. Without knowing what happened to their upper bodies, they lost consciousness and fell to the sand. Those ownerless legs were still standing firmly in place.
From the ground, pillars of blood sprang up several feet high.
Jimo Yao could only feel that his clothes were splattered with blood even though he was a few steps away.
The heroes who were standing upright just now, in the blink of an eye, turned into a pool of stumps and broken arms gushing out human blood. Seeing such a terrifying scene with my own eyes, not to mention the young leader of Jimo, even if he had changed
The ruthless and cold-faced killer can't help but shudder in fear.
Yang Wei quietly held the stone hammer and asked, "Master, do you want to try again?"
Jimo Yao raised his chin: "The descendants of the Jimo family in Yiyamo have no reason to be scared away by a slave." Not wanting to waste any more words, he suddenly swept his long sleeves and rushed towards the round boulder.
Raising his hand and knocking lightly, the sleeve was indeed torn in the air and slipped halfway down. A gust of cold wind whizzed past Jimoyao's fingers. If it had been a few inches closer, the whole hand would have been cut off. Yang told suddenly
With a flick of his wrist, he suddenly felt that half of his arm was numb and could not move, and the stone hammer fell to the ground uncontrollably.
Seeing the opportunity, Jimoyao rushed forward in a few steps.
Seeing that Chang Xiu had gathered enough strength, he was facing his Tianling Gai'er without leaving any room. Yang Wei struggled to lean on the boulder and tapped the edge of the stone plate with his fingers for the lingering sound.
Even though Jimo Yao had made up his mind to attack this woman mercilessly, when Yang Wei saw the young Jimo girl, he could not forget her identity as the head of Yi Yao. Therefore, when Yang Wei attacked, it was definitely not as if he was attacking Tomb.
Foreign men usually stir up a lot of bloodshed, and finally leave some leeway every time they take action.
After a long stalemate and a dull pain in her abdomen, the delicate woman was about to run out of strength.
However, the leader had no mercy at all. If he had withdrawn his hand even a moment, his head would have been smashed into several pieces by the fluttering sleeves. Outside the tomb, how many of those brave men who were lucky enough to save their lives were brave
The protector was so eager that he took a step forward, but half of his leg was instantly cut off by the mysterious voice. As a result, everyone cursed and jumped in a hurry, but no one dared to step forward again.
The cold notes continued for a moment, jumping into the air one after another. While Jimo Yao's sleeves were flying, he was secretly anxious in his heart. If he didn't think of a way to escape, he might not be able to hold on.
The melody in the woman's hand pressed closer and closer, and she stepped back step by step.
Feeling a gust of dark wind blowing into the tomb, the leader of Jimo looked out of the door with his peripheral vision, only to find that the air around him suddenly became quiet - in the shadow of the moonlight, a figure kept approaching!
The sound of stones being knocked down continued, and so did the footsteps. He passed through the crowd, walking on the remaining blood, and walked straight towards the place where the two men were fighting.
Jimo Yao kept dancing with her sleeves, secretly amazed in her heart, who knew who didn't care at all about this cold-blooded and shadowless blade, and was willing to come forward in a confrontation where her life was hanging by a thread!
A quick glance showed that there didn't seem to be any scratches on the man's body.
Turning his head to look at the woman, he frowned while holding the notes in his hands, obviously aware of such a bold visitor. Listening to the footsteps of the visitor attentively, Yang Wei was also shocked and speechless.
Wherever each note fell in the air, the person who came here actually made the right move.
Sometimes the attack may be unavoidable, but the person who came just turned slightly sideways, letting the cold and life-threatening invisible sound pass by. After a moment, there was no breath, and he just continued to turn around silently, and stepped forward step by step. He looked at the person who came.
Getting closer and closer, both of them felt a chill go down their backs:
Is such a master here to help me, or to become my enemy?
No matter who this sudden mysterious person is, his life is at stake, and he won't be able to delay even a moment. Jimo Yao thought in his heart, and couldn't help but increase his strength. He stretched out his sleeves and used the "Shajiang Yin" in the sand silk.
With great skill, he swept forward towards Yang Wei's thin body from the left and right.
The woman stared at Lai Xiu fiercely, and moved away her hand that was bleeding on the boulder.
Just when the head of Jimo was about to take this woman's life, a crisp "ding" sound was heard across the night sky, and a faint purple light shone on the stone plate that kept echoing. I saw both sleeves breaking apart in mid-air.
Come, a ray of light misses the leader of Jimo's arm, almost drawing blood. The visitor turned around, Jimo Yao couldn't help but open her eyes wide——
Even if we haven’t seen her for half a year and her appearance has changed, no one can forget the appearance of the white jade flute that you fought for in the world!
Qingqing saw that the long sleeves were cut into several pieces, and even a section of the girl's fair arms were exposed, so he put down the wooden flute and let the echo continue to sound in the air. He saw the people from Dongshan appearing in the northern desert without any warning, Jimo Zhang
The door hesitated, not knowing how to speak.
On the other hand, Yang Wei tried his best, but his hands were extremely weak at this moment. He had no choice but to step forward and put his hand on Qingqing's shoulders. Qingqing turned around and saluted: "Junior, I have seen the owner of Wu Ling Tomb." Yang Wei stared at Qingqing, although he didn't
I had seen it before, but it felt indescribably familiar. He gasped and asked, "My child, did someone ask you to come here?"
"Yes." Qing Qing raised his eyes, "On the order of the master."
Stunned for a moment, Yang Wei almost screamed out. In a moment, tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't help but leaned out and looked out of the tomb——
Sure enough, another tall and tall figure in green robes and jade appeared vaguely behind the crowd.
Two lines of clear tears fell from the wrinkles in the corners of the woman's eyes. Yang Wei smiled slightly and held Qingqing's face:
"Good boy, he is exactly the same as your master."