After spotting the Yang siblings' secret plan, Qingqing smiled with relief and made up his mind——
This time, Jimo owed himself a favor.
He quietly pushed the scabbard out an inch in his hand, letting the shining blade fall under his fingertips inadvertently. Qingqing held the big stone and knocked it here and there in the past few days. He had already been thinking about the "hundred tones of all things".
There are some doorways. Therefore, it is not necessary to have a wooden flute in hand, but a single long knife can also create the appearance of a bamboo flute turning darkly on quicksand.
Curving his rough fingers, Qingqing tapped the blade with his knuckles.
As expected, the sand and stones were flowing under the feet of the two of them, but this time it was King Taming who was unsteady and almost fell in front of Jimoyao. Before he could laugh proudly, Qingqing immediately took out the scimitar.
The sheath, impartially, hit Yang Sui's slashing blade squarely.
The yellow sand gradually fell from his body, and Qingqing felt that his arms were very light again. Without the camouflage of sand and stones, his legs and feet were much freer. He simply jumped up from the place in a flash, and completely slashed the unsatisfied man with his big sword.
The "Thousand Miles of Clouds" suddenly fell towards the handle of the knife in Yang Su's hand.
Yang Wei shook his wrist, but he didn't have time to change it. He saw the shadow of the knife in Qingqing's hand already very close to his eyes. Before he could secretly exclaim "so fast", he felt a sudden pain in his wrist, as the blade on the opposite side was already pointing at him.
Back of hand.
Thinking that the owner of Wu Ling Tomb was an old friend of his master after all and was pregnant, Qing Qing did not dare to use all his strength, but immediately stopped when he saw blood on the woman's wound. Seeing that his move was unfavorable, Yang Su recalled Qing Qing's Tomb
That day before, when the raindrop-like notes flashed through the air perfectly, I couldn't help but secretly wonder: "As expected of Ziqin's disciple, can you hear such wind noise?"
Before he could finish his words, Gongshu Yi saw his sister was injured and without thinking much, he flashed out from behind Yang Sui like lightning - the ghost-like doll that appeared out of nowhere immediately stepped forward and surrounded Qing Qing in the center.
For a moment, the leader stopped holding hands with the Bei Mo King, and everyone's attention was focused on the "cold-faced king" and the thin Bei Mo man.
There were also a few slow-minded guys who looked around but couldn't figure out the way. They even whispered to each other: "Where did this brother come from? We have never seen it. But why are the two kings so anxious?
Have you ever fought with this brother? After all, although this brother is small, he is really good with a knife!"
Several people talked in secret, but the last sentence was true - since Linghu Qingqing came down the mountain for the second time, he was the most familiar with the scimitar technique in the yellow sand sky. As the saying goes, there is no food.
Have you ever experienced pork but never seen a pig running away?
Qingqing had seen a lot of scimitars with his eyes, and he gradually saw some sword skills. Furthermore, all the martial arts in Jianghu had many similarities. At this time, that
As the broadsword spread out, Qingqing felt that the usual "pen array diagram" method was still very useful.
This time I was distracted, my wrist suddenly went numb. Unexpectedly, the big knife couldn't resist the hard body of the doll and broke at the waist. Looking at "Gong Shuyi" in front of me, I saw that the neck of the doll was neatly split, and its huge head was flying in the air.
A few feet away.
Compared with the white jade flute, the scimitar made of fine steel is still a bit fragile.
Before Qing Qing could recover, he saw that Gong Shuyi had no intention of stopping. Two dolls and a real person formed a three-sided siege and attacked Qing Qing in the blink of an eye.
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Qingqing rushed forward. Qingqing had no choice but to hold up the half-cut knife and gritted his teeth to face the real Gongshu Yi. However, he heard a "bang" in the air——
At this moment, the sky was already dark, but suddenly it was as bright as day, and the sun, moon and stars instantly disappeared. The sky was bright, and there was even a trace of red light, and the quicksand on the earth was inadvertently swallowed up in the dazzling light.
It wasn't until the bright white sky gradually darkened that Qing Qing and everyone felt the yellow sand flowing under their feet and the ground shaking.
"Boom!" Some unknown beast hidden under the desert roared.
Looking towards the direction of the loud noise, there seemed to be a faint fire not far behind the big tent. The sparks sprayed in the air, as if they were about to ignite the night sky. Jimo Yao turned his head blankly, not knowing where to turn.
Who asked: "Where is this?"
Gongshu Yi slammed the bamboo flute to the ground: "Sand prison."
Let's go back to the morning when Ziqin and Yang Wei returned together. When he saw that Qingqing was not in the boat, Ziqin became very anxious. Without saying a word, he ran towards the distance to look for her. Unexpectedly, after walking most of the circle along the lake shore, Qingqing found her.
Qing was still nowhere to be seen. In her anxiety, Ziqin felt that her thoughts were not in control and she could not calm down.
There seems to be an invisible thread, one end is held in his hand, and the other end is tied to Qingqing.
Ziqin tightened her grip on the hilt of the string sword. She looked as calm as water on the surface, but her head was still about to burst. After thinking about it, she remembered a place that Yang Wei had mentioned to her many years ago——
Sand prison.
A long time ago, Yang Wei once told Ziqin that kings across the Northern Desert had the custom of imprisoning slaves and robbing civilians. Once men, women, old and young were captured from Nanlin or West Lake, they would all be imprisoned in one place.
That is the sand prison.
Looking at the sleeping King Gongshu and the bewildered Yang Wei, Ziqin couldn't figure out how Qingqing could disappear overnight. Not to mention Qingqing's ability, he could deal with two or three strong men in one go.
It's not a problem. Even if we are in danger late at night, we won't take the Yang family child with us and not know where he is.
When she thought of the sand prison, Ziqin suddenly realized - Qingqing could have been regarded as a foreigner in Qingyi, attacked by a group of men from the Northern Desert, and was imprisoned in the sand prison along with Yang Wei's daughter!
At nightfall, Ziqin thought in her heart, "It's just as expected." Then she heard the jingling sound of iron chains, and hurriedly ran towards the direction of the sound. Hiding in the dark, she saw a row of twelve people, covered by thick wrists.
Their shackles were tied in a row, their heads lowered, and they walked slowly towards an unknown place.
It seems that these people are the "slaves of the Northern Desert King" as mentioned by Yang Wei.
The lights were brightly lit in the direction they were going, and the noises and sounds of eating and drinking continued to reach Ziqin's ears. Ziqin looked intently at the twelve people. Although there were a few good players who knew some skills, there were no clear ones.
Qing’s figure.
Not daring to delay, I saw that the footprints and shackles left by this group of people were quite clear as they passed by. I immediately started running, going against the direction they were coming from, and kept searching along the road. But the vast desert became more and more difficult as I walked.
It was so deep that in the end, even the calls of a few sand crows could no longer be heard.
The two thin men were carrying lunch boxes. They didn't hear anyone nearby, but just passed by Ziqin without noticing.
Just like the dark willow
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After another village in Huaming, Ziqin almost turned back, but suddenly saw two figures. He couldn't help but feel energetic and hurriedly followed them. Fortunately, Ziqin's Qinggong is rare, and the desert ground is soft -
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Ziqin followed all the way, but the two men were completely unaware.
When the two of them stopped, they saw one of them bending down and pulling something in the sand. The other person put the lunch box in the sand, and when he let go, the lunch box disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Seeing the lunch box disappearing silently like a magic trick, Ziqin felt her heart beating violently. The two men carried the lunch box and walked the same path that the slaves had walked, hoping to get there.
Where the lunch boxes disappeared, there must be more slaves imprisoned.
Unexpectedly, people all over the world say that the North Desert quicksand can eat people because there really is a "sand prison" that cannibalize people under it!
Without thinking too much, when he saw the two walking away, Ziqin hurriedly took a breath and walked towards the place where the mysterious lunch box fell. At this moment, holding a mouthful of Qing Gong, Master Linghu only felt that the place where he stood was light and there was something under his feet.
It was flowing continuously. After making up her mind, Ziqin closed her eyes and practiced Qinggong in one breath——
Sure enough, there was no sound for a moment, and the body fell down out of thin air like a goose passing by without leaving a trace.
When Ziqin lowered his head, he saw that the cave in the sand was deep, and it was not easy for ordinary people to get in and out. In the blink of an eye, he saw a gray-black young figure lingering where he had landed. He didn't have time to scream.
, Ziqin quickly took out the sword from her sleeve, tapped the hilt lightly on the quicksand, and then deflected her falling body a few inches.
When Ziqin was only five or six feet above the ground, the people below noticed the sound of quicksand. When they raised their heads, all the yellow sand covering their heads and faces poured down. Ziqin saw the dark figure that looked like a child, right there.
The moment he landed, he quickly turned around and stretched out his hands, taking the figure aside.
If he fell straight down like this, he would break several bones of the child.
Really unable to find a suitable place to land, Ziqin lit the head of the string sword and pushed hard, slamming her body against the strong stone wall. There was only a "bang" sound, dust flew up, and sand
The crumbs are scattered.
The child seemed to be stunned for a moment before he realized that he had saved half his life. He opened his mouth wide and cried "Wow".
Ziqin ignored the pain in her back caused by the collision and quickly looked at the child. She saw the little face covered with mud. Apart from tears and runny nose, there seemed to be no other scars all over her body. Then she let go
tone.
The child cried loudly and ran towards the open arms beside him: "Daddy, it hurts!"
The embrace was very rough, and he hugged the child over, seemingly not noticing that his unshaven chin was touching the child's dark little face.
A deep voice, like that of a middle-aged man, came from the embrace:
"Xiaoyu, don't cry, look - dad has agreed on one hundred and eight people, isn't that all there is?"
Ziqin didn't realize what the "one hundred and eight people" the man meant. She just listened quietly to the conversation between the father and daughter. The little girl looked about the same age as Su Li and seemed to have stopped.