Volume Three, Yinjiang, Chapter Eighty-Four, The Head Arrives
It turns out that these thirty knives were actually the 30 knives that Qing Qing dodged.
The few strong men who fell on the ground suddenly realized that no wonder the woman in green always put the broken piece of wood away and then took action, dodging constantly. Every figure came with a knife, Qingqing dodged three times, and then
Muxiao took action and chopped off ten big knives on his body, leaving pieces scattered all over the ground.
Calculated this way, Qing Qing was no more and no less, just dodging thirty swords.
When the other men who had not come on stage just now heard what Qing Qing said, they did not dare to step forward to continue the competition. They just looked hesitantly and looked at King Taming. King Taming waved his hand and said in a deep voice:
"Let go."
A large sheep had not been finished yet, and the shackled people could not hear what others said. Although they burped loudly after eating, they still did not want to stop, and continued to feed the sheep frantically.
The oily water stained with sand was scratched endlessly. It wasn't until a man raised the scimitar high and hit it on the heavy iron chain with a "bang" that several slaves were suddenly startled and couldn't help but stop their movements and raised their hands.
Get started.
The man struck again, and the iron chain was broken, but the remaining shackles still made a buzzing sound.
"Get out!" The cold light of the long knife flashed, and several slaves holding the remains of meat in their hands were stunned on the spot. No one dared to get up first. "Get out of here!" The man shouted angrily again.
With this roar, the man who had just regained his freedom half a moment ago woke up from a dream. Regardless of the reason, he hurriedly grabbed a large handful of the fat leg of lamb, stuffed it into his mouth, and scrambled to eat it.
He jumped up and ran around.
As soon as the yellow sand blew, those figures regardless of east, west, north or south disappeared in the vast desert.
Even if he escaped the torture of being flogged with a long knife, he didn't know how many more lives the quicksand and the black crow would take. Thinking of this, Qing Qing felt a trace of what the old wizard had just said, that "you can't save the world just by looking at it."
Feeling powerless. He sighed secretly, but heard King Taming make a "crash" and put the scimitar sheath back on his waist.
Looking up, I saw the tall Northern Desert King with his arms folded, and a joking smile emerging from the corner of his mouth:
"There were only nine people who ran away just now. There is one more person. Who do you want?"
"Only nine?" Qingqing was secretly shocked, thinking that there were only about ten slaves left in the row. When he faced ten people, he happened to dodge thirty swords. If he had saved nine people,
Qing Qing did not hesitate and pointed at the rough man who was still in chains:
"I want her."
As soon as these words came out, the men, women, old and young, and the men in the Northern Desert who had not dispersed were all in an uproar. Everyone could see that the rough man had won the appreciation of King Taming, which no one else wanted at all costs. At this moment, the woman in green clothes
But she stood up bravely and with some admiration, King Taming allowed her to act so unreasonably.
Who would have thought that this woman didn't know the heights of the sky, so she opened her mouth and wanted to take away this bastard whom King Ta Ming admired!
When King Taming heard this, he was not angry at all, but with a faint smile, he turned back to look at the rough guy. The rough guy suddenly turned his head to the other side: "People are not money, how can you wait to say you want it?"
Want it?"
King Taming was even more amused when he heard that the idiot was stubborn and refused to give in - even though his hands and feet were bound and he couldn't help himself, he was still so stubborn! He just laughed out loud and nodded his chin towards Qing Qing:
"Okay. This person is yours."
Qing Qing's eyes widened at first, as if he had not expected that King Taming would agree so easily. Then he stepped forward and took the iron chain from the man's hand without saluting or saying anything.
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Thank you and turn around to leave.
The men around him were so shocked that their eyes almost popped out when they saw it.
No one under King Taming of Jiraita has ever seen this unsmiling, piercing-eyed King Taming smiling and promising something like this. Unexpectedly, he met Qing Qing, an unceremonious visitor, holding the master's "gift", not knowing that his life was on the line.
One line, just turn around and leave!
The men saw this and gritted their teeth one by one. Seeing that the unwilling man was about to be dragged step by step by Qingqing to the depths of the desert. Finally, they couldn't hold it back any longer and made several "swishing" sounds with the long knife.
Unsheathed, they formed a circle and gathered around Qing Qing.
The power of the cold light has not diminished, and it still hits Qing Qing's vital points within a few inches.
Qingqing turned around and asked, "What does this mean?"
King Taming smiled coldly: "Didn't Young Master Linghu just say that you wanted to compete with me?"
It was as if her heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat. Qingqing felt that the blood all over her body was rushing left and right, and she was running faster and faster. Her heart was filled with excitement and a bit of fear, and her pounding heartbeat was about to come out of her throat.
Putting down the iron chain holding the poor man down, Qingqing tightened his grip on the flute and concentrated on the performance of "Thousand Miles of Clouds".
Unexpectedly, seeing Qing Qing's nervous expression, King Taming rolled his eyes, stepped forward and patted her shoulder and said: "Young hero has lost a lot of strength today. It won't be too late to compete with me again at this time tomorrow night.
"
"Is it settled in one word?" Qingqing couldn't help but swallowed.
"It's a deal."
Day and night are clearly distinguishable in the boundless desert. The sandy land that used to be bone-chilling at night feels as hot as a big furnace in the daytime. Qingqing hasn't eaten or slept all night. At this moment, he just feels exhausted and can't care about the sand.
The ground was hot to my hands, so I found a shaded place under a big rock and fell asleep.
The rough man dragged his shackles and walked towards her on the soft sand with a loud step.
Qingqing was already in a daze, but when she was disturbed by the clanking sound, she had to open her eyes with resentment. She saw Qingqing turning over on the ground, and the idiot kicked her arm.
:
"How are you still alive?"
"Thanks to your master, I can still breathe now." Qingqing sat up and pressed the wooden flute against the handcuffs and shackles of the rough man. With the exertion of his internal strength, the fine wrought iron of the Northern Desert immediately shattered.
As he spoke, Qingqing stared at the face of the rough man in front of him - the skull above his thick eyebrows protruded deeply, and he didn't know where a new wound had been added. The angular chin added a few traces of wind damage,
It seems that he has been in the Northern Desert for a long time, and he has finally acquired the look of a strong desert man.
Only the rich voice remained unchanged for a long time, and the man in front of him was coughing. He was indeed Li Zhiyu, the bodyguard of Mr. Wen of West Lake.
Seeing that the rattling iron chains could not make a harsh sound, Qingqing lay down again, closed her eyes and asked: "How did Miss Li end up in such a situation?" Zhiyu turned her head and gritted her teeth and said: "Young Master is young.
I was originally escorted to find Master Yang from Wu Ling’s Tomb... But as soon as we arrived at the border of the Northern Desert, a group of unreasonable men came!"
Unite Baiyin to fight against Tsing Yi. Thinking of this, Qingqing sighed silently in his heart. This name really echoes the call of hundreds of people.
Hear Zhiyu continue: "After being kidnapped by that group of people, the young master and I suddenly got separated. Now I don't know where the young master is." Seeing Qingqing closing her eyes and ignoring him, Zhiyu couldn't help but "hum".
: "Forget it, if you can recognize the young master, I'm afraid you would love to see our master and servant being fooled around by a group of knife players!"
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After that, he raised his legs and was about to leave. But he heard Qingqing call from behind: "On the right!"
Zhiyu couldn't react in time and stepped forward with her right foot. She felt soft and light under her feet, as if she was stepping on clouds. Quicksand! Only then did Miss Li suddenly react. She hurriedly raised her breath and stood up with a Qinggong kick to keep herself from falling.
To sink beneath the dark sand.
Although he stood still for a moment, he still felt that there was something slippery flowing under his feet. He did not dare to delay for too long, so he quickly jumped back and ran back. Qingqing calmly raised his legs and said: "Urgent.
What, I have to go back today anyway. If your young master really encounters misfortune, he will not miss these few hours."
After hearing her words, Li Zhiyu looked around and saw that there was really no human trace or living thing in the vast desert. He sighed heavily, couldn't help but pat his thigh, and sat down dejectedly.
Qingqing opened her eyes, stared at the dazzling sky, and said hesitantly: "How is Mr. Li doing?"
"Thanks to you." Zhiyu suppressed the anger in his heart, "I'm still alive in bed."
There was another silence. Hearing that Mr. Li seemed to be breathing his last breath, Qingqing felt a little uncomfortable and refused to say anything. But in a daze, Zhiyu spoke first: "Tonight you are really
Want to go back?"
"Of course." Qing Qing let the warm sunshine shine on her body, "There is no reason to break your promise when you are walking in the world."
"You can't win." Li Zhiyu glanced at the corner of his mouth and swallowed it back. Unlike Qing Qing, who only met King Taming once, Zhiyu was kidnapped by Beimo for a few days and met King Taming and his men many times.
The scene of the competition. As I watched, I felt that this man was decisive and ruthless in his moves. He was also brutal, but also revealed a carefulness that was completely different from his temperament. If we really talk about the techniques, I am afraid that this man is already close to the level of the four weapons.
A boss-like situation.
No matter how advanced Qingqing's skills are, he will never be able to compete with such a rare master in the world.
Seeing Qingqing lying comfortably in the shade, with her arms pillowed under her head, her whole body relaxed as if she could sleep for three days and three nights, Li Zhiyu couldn't help but hesitate. After thinking about it, he quietly made up his mind: "Let Dongshan
Having a good time with Bei Mo, it would be better if King Nata Ming could easily understand the grudges of Master Wen during his lifetime."
So he also lay down not far from Qingqing, lying on his side to the other side, and fell into sleep.
The birthday banquet that had been lively all night finally dispersed. King Taming was so drunk that he had to be carried by several men to reluctantly carry him to the door of the curtain. Suddenly, he heard a shout in the distance:
"The leader of Jimo has arrived!"
Hearing this, the men who were wiping their knives and applying medicine looked up one after another. Not far away, they saw a female figure with long sleeves and long sleeves, walking from a distance. There seemed to be several other people following the leader.
.There was also a woman with a big belly, following behind the leader step by step, and was about to go straight to King Taming's tent.
The men put down their swords in a commotion and stood up to salute: "I have seen the leader of Jimo."
Jimo Yao raised his hand and stared into the eyes of several men: "Where is King Taming?" One of the men raised his head and replied: "I told you, the king was drunk at night and is resting in the tent."
Hearing this, the head of Jimo looked around. Under the dusty sky, he saw a mess of wine and meat, even dotted with blood. Iron chains, shackles, firewood, smoke and ashes were spread on the ground, and no one cared about it. Jimo Yao said coldly.