Chapter one hundred and sixty-eight of man and sword
In the midst of the fierce battle, a Shenhuahui disciple was moving inside very quickly.
Everyone was red-eyed, but he was the only one, tightly wrapped in his robe and pressing the brim of his hat, looking out of place with the others.
Wherever this person went, there was no obstruction. No one realized that this disciple was abnormal. The clothes of Shenhuahui were enough to make them put down their guard.
A loud shouting sounded in the distance. He stopped and looked worriedly towards the direction from which the sound came.
"Qu Gang, don't let anything happen."
The sound of fighting in front of him became louder and louder, the crowd gradually became crowded, and the corpses on the ground continued to accumulate. Every step he took, he stepped on the mud.
The crowd broke apart, and Ye Xiang, covered in blood, rushed out.
This Shenhuahui disciple lowered his head deeply, and Ye Xiang's cloudy eyes rolled.
His throat moved, his lips opened and closed quickly.
The two of them passed each other.
"Why didn't you stop him!" the disciple of Shenhuahui who was chasing Ye Xiang cursed.
He turned a deaf ear, walked into the crowd, and disappeared.
By the time those disciples reacted and chased after him, he was completely gone.
The man walked to a relatively secluded place, where a battle had just ended, and a Ye family guard and two Blood Clothes Hall spies died here.
There were broken bodies on the ground, mixed together. Even with the messy clothes, it was impossible to tell who was who.
He knelt down and picked up a belt from the ground. The belt loop was valuable and had a small "leaf" engraved on it.
"Ye Xiang, Qu Gang, don't die."
"Son, I don't have many friends..."
The man stood up slowly and pulled off the hat on his head, revealing a face that looked like a woman's.
The seventh son of the Ye family, Ye Qinglan, joins the battle.
"Murong Bai, where are you! Brother Li asked me to look for you. If you don't come out, we will all be wiped out." Ye Qinglan said to himself anxiously.
He knew that Qu Gang's opponent, the defected Iron Blood Hall leader Li Yongchang, was carrying a human-shaped package, but before he joined the battlefield, the package had been broken into pieces by Qu Gang. Inside was just an ordinary Shenhuahui disciple, not a human-shaped package.
Murong Bai.
The entire Shenhuahui group was under surveillance, and it was impossible for Murong Bai to disappear.
Ye Qinglan calmed down and calmly analyzed the situation at the scene.
"The person Li Yongchang is carrying is not Murong Bai, which means there are two situations. Either Murong Bai has never been with this group of people from the beginning to the end. There are more than 300 people in the Shenhua Club, but Amuter Khan and Li Yongchang are not
There are only more than 200 people, and Murong Bai is probably in another team."
"Either Murong Bai is still here and he was hidden by them in some way."
"The most lacking thing now is time. There are not many dead people here in the Shenhua Club. Except for the initial panic, we killed many of them. After that, their response was perfect. Our small number is a fatal problem. Conservative estimate
, there are still fifteen, and I’m afraid there won’t even be fifty if they die.”
"If this delay continues, it will be a matter of time before the whole army is wiped out. I can't go to Murong Bai with peace of mind now. Unless I capture the thief first and capture the king first, either Qu Gang kills Li Yongchang, or Brother Li kills Amuter Khan. This will
Two people die and one person dies, which is a huge advantage for us!"
Ye Qinglan closed his eyes and begged: "Buddha bless, Bodhisattva bless, Jade Emperor bless, Taishang Laojun bless, no matter which god it is, even if it is a mountain god or a land lord, you have the power to protect us from killing these Khitans."
Spy, please help me find that piece of wood from Murong Bai!"
He muttered to himself, finished his sincere begging, and immediately opened his eyes, with a hint of frost in them.
His right hand reached into his arms and grasped the hilt of the sword "Qingquan".
He had to search for Murong Bai, which was actually a very easy task to accomplish. Although the sound of killing was loud all around, all Ye Qinglan could see were faces of alien races. With Tang Dynasty faces like his, he arrived
Haven't seen one yet.
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But Ye Qinglan forgot one thing. For him, finding Murong Bai was very simple. But for the disciples of the Shenhua Club, they found a man with the appearance of the Tang Dynasty wearing the clothes of their Shenhua Club, strutting around here.
, it is not difficult. Not to mention Ye Qinglan’s handsome and feminine appearance, which attracted the attention of many people.
Finally, someone stopped him.
"Oh Baqi Nemu?" the disciple of the Shenhua Hui who stopped him asked in Khitan, wanting to know who Ye Qinglan was.
Ye Qinglan didn't understand the Khitan bird language he was talking about, so he pretended not to hear it clearly and motioned for the man to say it again.
Seeing that Ye Qinglan didn't seem to hear it, the Blood Clothes Hall disciple said again: "Oh, 呲吆内木? Wow, oh, oh, doudou, wai, ah, oh, furuomu?"
Who are you? Who is your captain? Who are your ancestors?
"Why are there two more sentences..." Ye Qinglan smiled and whispered to the man: "Oh, Sidi Sima Kabaka."
"What did he say?" This time it was the Shenhuahui disciple's turn and he didn't catch it.
Ye Qinglan motioned for him to come over. The disciple of Shenhuahui stretched out his head. Ye Qinglan came close to his ear and whispered:
"I am your uncle!"
A flash of cold light exploded between the two of them, and the Shenhuahui disciple let out a wailing cry, and was stabbed in the chest by Ye Qinglan.
"You are not one of ours!" The surrounding Shenhuahui disciples reacted instantly and surrounded Ye Qinglan.
"Ye Qinglan, the seventh son of the Ye family, is here. Those who want to die are coming one by one!"
Someone sneered and said: "If you want to be beautiful, brothers, come together!"
Ye Qinglan cursed in his heart. What he was most afraid of was being attacked by a group of people. He was still an inexperienced person. Even if he could kill one or two people, how could he deal with so many people?
He pretended to be calm and composed, and looked around intentionally or unintentionally, looking for a possible breakout.
Ye Qinglan's sight passed by a place, but he suddenly stopped. He had just discovered a strange place and always felt unusual.
But before he could take a closer look, the disciples of the Shenhua Society launched an attack on him.
"Asshole! It can't be done later!" Ye Qinglan gritted his teeth and leaned on the sword in his hand, barely able to hold on.
His swordsmanship is not very bad. Under the attack of fourteen or five people, Ye Qinglan can not only defend, but also counterattack one or two times. Although there is no way to cause effective damage, but over and over again, the sword moves are used like a duck in water, and he becomes more and more precise.
Ripe.
The disciples of the Shenhua Congregation who besieged him were surprised to find that the swordsmanship of the man in front of them had gradually become more fierce. It was completely different from the awkward appearance at the beginning of the fight, and he even began to gain the upper hand!
"Die!" A disciple of Shenhuahui roared angrily, avoiding Ye Qinglan's stabbing sword and crashing into his arms.
"not good!"
Ye Qinglan only felt that her heart stopped beating at that moment, the whole world became silent, everything became still, and only herself was left, gradually falling to the ground.
Ye Qinglan knew that once he fell to the ground, he would be chopped into pieces with random knives.
But no matter how hard he struggled, Ye Qinglan couldn't move, and his body was completely restrained. He felt that his body was gradually becoming colder, and the warmth and warmth belonging to a living person were leaving him.
Everything in the past flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, and the only thing he could feel the warmth of now was the "Qingquan" sword in his hand.
"Wait... sword!"
Ye Qinglan's eyes glowed again, and his desire for life brought him back from the edge of death. The sword in his hand was his life-saving straw, and he must hold it!
The sword moves taught by Ye Xiang, the Taoist swordsmanship that Li Xin'an revealed to him intentionally or unintentionally, and the supreme swordsmanship given to him by his uncle who was the best in the world at Murong Villa when he was a child, all came out at this moment.
It's like three threads, mixed together, intertwined, and gradually blended into an extremely clear one that can no longer be distinguished.
Ye Qinglan's hand suddenly moved, not by himself, but by "Qingquan"!
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If Li Xin'an and Murong Bai were present, they would be surprised to find that Ye Qinglan at this time has reached the "human and sword unity" state that neither of them can enter at will!
A flash of light burst out from Ye Qinglan's eyes. The moment he was about to fall to the ground, he swung his sword and cut the Shenhuahui disciple in his arms into two pieces. At the same time, he jumped up and avoided the steel knives that were chopped down from all directions.
Dozens of cyan sword shadows filled the space around the sword master's body. Ye Qinglan quickly moved among the disciples of the Gods Huahui, slicing their throats one by one.
After a moment, he flashed back to the distance. "Qingquan" kept humming, and Ye Qinglan roughly inserted it into the ground.
"I am your master, and I only have a sword, but I still want to rebel!" Ye Qinglan roared.
A mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably and splashed onto the "Qingquan" sword. A green sword light instantly bloomed and penetrated into the air. The momentum was so powerful that no one dared to take a step forward.
In the distance, two people who were fighting fiercely stopped their hands at the same time, retreated, and put some distance between them.
"A man and a sword become one?" Li Yongchang was surprised and uncertain, "What a sword! What a good young man!"
Qu Gang smiled proudly: "My young master, my apprentice!"
"No one's apprentice can be used." Li Yongchang smiled coldly, "I will take your young master's sword. I will also take his life!"
"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to escape from me alive." Qu Gang said disdainfully.
After a short rest, the two men charged forward again and reached a point where their attack became even more fierce than before.
On the other side of the battlefield, Ye Xiang broke out of the siege for the fourth time. He could no longer take action, his body was full of wounds and he was seriously injured.
He leaned against a big tree, his eyes that were gradually blurring opened with great effort, and looked in the direction of Ye Qinglan.
How could Ye Xiang not recognize the young master who had grown up with him? They had passed each other before, and he had whispered to Ye Qinglan to be careful, but Ye Qinglan only said one word to him:
"escape!"
"Young master... you have to live..."
Ye Xiang tried his best to force out a smile, and immediately his eyes darkened, and his body was light and airy, as if he was flying into the sky.
Around Ye Qinglan, the disciples of the Shenhua Society looked at each other in confusion. Looking at the young man half-kneeling on the ground, no one dared to step forward.
"You guys who don't have the guts...get out!" Ye Qinglan's voice suddenly sounded, as powerful as thunder. When everyone in the Shenhua Club saw this, they fled in all directions.
He stood upright tremblingly, breathing heavily. His right hand could no longer hold the sword "Qingquan".
Ye Qinglan didn't know that he had just fallen into the "unity of man and sword" state that swordsmen in the world longed for, and he didn't care about being complacent about mastering several swordsmanship and martial arts. The first thing he did when he surrendered the "Qingquan" sword queen,
He just quickly turned his attention to the place he suspected before.
Everyone on the field was shouting, running, fighting, and escaping for their lives. But there was a figure there, just standing quietly, doing nothing.
The man was wearing Shenhuahui clothes. Ye Qinglan stepped over with trembling legs, grabbed the man, pulled his shoulders, and turned the man's face.
Still a foreign face.
It seems that Ye Qinglan's judgment was wrong.
He lowered his head in disappointment, but before he could get upset, he discovered something amazing!
There was something bulging out from the man's waist. Ye Qinglan pulled the thing out and saw it was a long sword with a red sheath.
How many people in the world use red sheath swords?
No matter how much Ye Qinglan didn't understand Jianghu, he still remembered that when he was a child, he would always be chased and beaten by him with a long red sheath sword when he pissed off that person.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly and wiped it hard on the man's face.
What was finally revealed was a face that was extremely familiar to Ye Qinglan.
A wave of fatigue hit his limbs and bones. Ye Qinglan couldn't help closing his eyes, smiled in relief, and said: