Sandalwood curls up and candlelight shines brightly. The tables in the house are exquisite, the utensils add luster, and there is luxury and elegance everywhere.
On the sandalwood soft couch, Cui Wan's eyes widened with anger, and she shot out a fierce light. Her mouth was still stuffed with linen, and there were some blood stains on her forehead. But it was the headbutt she just made suddenly that hit the bridge of the nose of Yuan Jineng, who was about to do something evil.
The blood stain on it was left by him.
There was a hesitant knock on the door outside the house: "Master Yuan, may I ask how everything is going?"
Yuan Jineng covered his bleeding nose and said in a loud voice: "It doesn't matter! I've been involved in several cases... Ouch... you must not come in... and disturb my good deeds!"
After the pain subsided a little, Yuan Ji was able to pull out a handkerchief, wipe the nosebleed randomly, throw it away, and said with a evil smile: "Miss Cui! After tonight, you will know what...it's amazing. Tsk tsk! It's still a perfect jade.
Are you okay? Don’t worry, I will try my best to be as light as possible. Happiness is a matter for two people..."
Yuan Ji was speaking frivolous words, and blood marks were scattered on his mouth, nose and cheeks. Under the flickering candlelight, he looked a bit ferocious. When Cui Wan saw this scene, his beauty also turned pale, and the ferocity in his eyes gradually faded.
Turned into panic.
Having just suffered a hidden loss, Yuan Ji became cautious in his movements. He pulled off Cui Wan's belt, covered her face with it, and tied her head to the soft couch.
Cui Wan struggled fiercely, but the rope was flexible and became tighter and tighter. The crotch on her face also gathered into a bunch and got stuck on her neck. Her breathing became rapid and her pink face gradually turned red.
Yuan Ji could no longer pay attention to these things. Everything was ready, except for the last step. The enthusiasm in his heart could not be concealed, and his movements became more and more rough!
"Bang! Ah! Ah~" The door of the house seemed to have been smashed by a giant object and broken into several pieces. Two figures flew in with the remains of the wooden door and landed on the floor of the hall, twitching in pain.
"There are assassins! Protect Mr. Yuan! Hurry! Hurry!"
There was a commotion outside the house, and it was obvious that a powerful enemy had broken into the house. Yuan Jineng was startled, and his intense interest suddenly disappeared, and he began to panic. A clear understanding flashed in his heart: These powerful enemies had broken in.
, must be here for Miss Cui on this couch!
Yang Zhaoxi, who had just been hiding behind the pillars, took a long breath and exhaled slowly, adjusted his breath, and quickly suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and his hearing became much clearer:
In the house, Yuan Jineng was having a complacent monologue, and then there were strange noises that erupted one after another, and every sound reached his ears. When he heard Yuan Jineng's ferocious laughter, he could no longer hold back, and he exerted force on his feet.
Then he ran towards the house not far away!
Unexpectedly, the monk let out a long sigh and recited "Amitabha", but he arrived behind him, rushed to the door of the house, raised his "Prajna Vajra Palm", one palm at a time, and beat down the two wanderers who blocked his way.
He flew out. Looking back, it turned out that Yang Zhaoxi rushed out too early and was entangled in the courtyard by five or six Jianghu Rangers, unable to escape for a while.
Unexpectedly, the monk immediately turned back and joined the battle group. The sounds of "bang bang, bang bang" sounded one after another, and the five or six Jianghu rangers were pushed back: "Donor Yang, go save people! There are a few miscellaneous people here.
Just give the fish to the poor monk!"
"Okay! Thank you, Zen Master!" Yang Zhaoxi did not hesitate, escaped from the battle group, and ran towards the house.
When approaching the broken door, a black shadow slanted down and flew into the room first. Yang Chaoxi was shocked: Who is this person? How could he be behind! He was in Ying with Monk Bujing.
I was wandering around in Sichuan Bieye for a long time, but I didn’t notice it at all!
Although he was frightened, his feet were not disturbed at all, and he followed closely into the house. The black figure was dressed in a black robe with a swollen chest and hips. She was actually a woman! Before Yuan Ji could call out, the woman had already been slashed with a knife.
Next, he knocked Yuan Jineng unconscious on the spot. When he turned around, he met Yang Chaoxi's eyes.
She was covered with a black scarf, and her appearance was invisible. Only a pair of huge and bright eyes were exposed. When she saw Yang Chaoxi, she was also stunned, and then returned to normal: "I'm here to catch Yuan Jineng. You and I are friends, not enemies, why don't we join forces?"
"How to join forces?" Yang Zhaoxi glanced at Cui Wan on the soft couch. Although the skirt under her shirt was messy, luckily it was not torn apart. She immediately looked at those bright eyes, and was shocked in her heart: What a moving eyes!
It seemed like I had seen it somewhere.
"Yingchuan Bieye and other masters are coming here. You and I will fight them off together, and then take the people away. How about it?" The woman sent out an invitation, and only waited for Yang Chaoxi's response before she made an immediate choice:
Whether you are an enemy or a friend, you can tell with just a thought.
"Okay! I agree." Yang Zhaoxi quickly ran to the soft couch and kicked the unconscious Yuan Jineng away from his feet.
He glanced at Cui Wan's situation again, checked his breathing, and made sure there was nothing wrong, then turned around and ran back to the courtyard with the woman. Sure enough, he saw all the soldiers who had just been eating wine and meat outside the side hall, and they all came over.
There are two strange faces, they must be the masters that the woman said.
Monk Buju was outnumbered, but he still managed to hold on. If the two masters from Yuan Mansion hadn't taken action, Monk Buju would have been beaten to death long ago.
Yang Zhaoxi jumped out, punched several "miscellaneous fish" to repel them, then drew out the Xuantong sword and started fighting with the soldiers attacking from all sides.
There were only ten soldiers recruited, all wearing light armor and high boots, with red scarves wiping their foreheads, and horizontal swords on their waists of the same shape, which were very similar to the swords used by Fang Qidou. Yang Zhaoxi glanced at them and could already tell the origins of several people: they must be
Came from the camp in Luocheng. But for some reason, he got mixed up with these dandies.
The woman did not rush forward in a hurry. She folded her arms behind her back in an incredible arc. She suddenly swung forward and pulled out two short sticks, one long and one short. The length was less than two feet, and the length was not too short.
It reached one foot. The woman's figure was as soft as a bone, and she was as swaying as a python. She turned around and fell into the battle group.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom", there was a burst of banging, and two short sticks poured down like hailstones, hitting several soldiers by surprise. Several of them had bulges on their heads and bruises on their faces. No matter how they waved the horizontal knife in their hands, they still failed.
He couldn't even hit her at all.
The woman's figure was twisting and turning calmly, like a tendon of beef. She would avoid the shadow of the knife at the last moment. And when she rose high and fell low, she would avoid the shadow without a shadow, and she would fall to the ground silently. It was actually a trap.
The most bizarre method of lightening yourself!
After fighting for a few more breaths, some of these soldiers who had been in battle for a long time and were accustomed to seeing blood began to be unable to bear the pain, dropped their weapons, and ran away with their heads in their hands. Gradually, six of the ten soldiers could not stand her.
They beat each other with short sticks and retreated from the battle group in embarrassment, escaping into the deep night. Only the four of them had simple and brutal swordsmanship, comparable to that of Yang Chaoxi, who was evenly matched without a monk.
The two soldiers surrounding Yang Chaoxi were wielding their swords non-stop. At a glance, it was obvious that they were masters who had waded through the sea of blood from the mountain of corpses! Their moves were forward-looking and never retreating. They only attacked but not defended. Their swords moved forward in an indomitable way, never dragging their feet. This kind of
The life-threatening fighting style made even the bystanders feel slightly frightened.
If Yang Chaoxi hadn't been good at swordsmanship and knew how to react to the enemy's sudden changes, the two masters who were pointing and prodding at the excitement would have concluded that he wouldn't survive the night.
The ten soldiers gradually retreated, and finally only one person remained. His eyes were red and full of fierce intent, and he was still fighting to the death with Yang Chaoxi. Judging from the skills displayed and the attitude of the soldiers towards him, it can be concluded that he
He is the leader of these ten soldiers.
Yang Zhaoxi kept holding his hand, and suddenly said: "Such a ruthless and decisive person, your Excellency must be the number one person in the camp in Luo City, right? Why do you want to get involved in this dispute and help others do evil?"
The soldier was secretly shocked: Although his sword skills honed in the battle formation are good at killing and fierce, they are far less sophisticated than this boy's sword skills. To be able to fight to this level is to use all his strength.
!However, this boy can still talk while distracted! When did such a famous figure appear in the wild world?
Although the soldiers only obeyed the orders, they also had a proud character! Suddenly being criticized by a junior, anger suddenly surged in his heart: "You guessed it right! I am Zheng Chen Gu of the Luocheng camp. I am the one who works in the army.
, just listen to orders and don’t ask about anything else! If you feel dissatisfied and want to take revenge in the future, just come over!"
Yang Zhaoxi chuckled lightly: "Although his actions are not bright, he is upright! Captain Chen, I want to save people, so I won't play with you. Let's see if you can catch this last sword!"
After Yang Zhaoxi finished speaking, the heaven and earth inside his body began to circulate rapidly, and his aura suddenly became strong. The dense innate and acquired qi overflowed from his pores, followed his arms, and penetrated the sword body. The bright black Xuantong sword actually trembled slightly and let out a low sound.
Yin! In his mind, the condensed sword intention of Pei Min moved his arms and slashed with one sword...
"Creak-dang!" The two blades fought against each other, making a heart-stopping sound. In less than a breath, the sound was replaced by a crisp break. Chen Gu, the leader of the team, stared at the horizontal sword in his hand that had been cut off in half, and retreated quickly.
, barely able to avoid the force of the sword that continued to swing, and avoided being disembowelled.
Chen Gu was defeated and turned around to leave. It was as powerful as the sword just now, and he was not sloppy.
Yang Zhaoxi took a breath and looked sideways. The woman was already fighting with two masters:
The man was nine feet long, tall and skinny, holding a pair of barrier knives in his hands. The barrier knives were like a pair of daggers between his thin and slender fingers, flying left and right, shining with cold light. The angle of the stabbing was even more cunning and insidious, and it was not meant to be.
The chest, that is, the crotch, makes people blush and hard to guard against.
The other man was five feet long and shaped like a meat ball. He held a long iron spear in his short and thick arms. The gun body was also made of iron and was heavy in the hand, but in this man's hands it seemed to come alive and revolve around it.
It moves around flexibly all over its body. It only likes to attack people's faces and calves. It will go away with one strike and will never stay.
The woman swung her double sticks, poking, knocking, and smashing them like raindrops. When they first fought, they were one against two, and the two of them were helpless. As time went by, she seemed to have figured out her offensive and defensive tricks, and the two masters gradually gained the upper hand.
, double-barrier knives and spears, and from time to time made slits in her black robe, revealing a moon-white undershirt.
The woman's eyebrows were slender and twisted into an upside-down figure. A pair of huge bright eyes stared at her: "Hey! Why are you looking at me? Come here and help me!"
Yang Chaoxi's face turned red. She was so engrossed in watching it that she forgot about the invitation. She hurriedly waved her long sword and ran forward: "Here we come!"
Xuantong's sword pierced diagonally, and the two masters' attacks immediately slowed down. The nine-foot-thin man spoke in a womanly voice: "Young master's swordsmanship is good, and he can block the combined attack of the 'Double Heroes of Bazhou'. It's a pity..."
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"Guaxixi! A fight is a fight, there's so much nonsense!" Five-foot Meatball couldn't help but swore, and stabbed him with the spear again.
The nine-foot-thin man was not worried, and he danced his swords tightly, and then said what he had just said: "What a pity he is a stinky man! He is not to my liking."
Yang Chaoxi's face darkened, and he used the "Rainfall Jingqiu Sword" in his hand. He also used fast and fast moves to quickly block all the combined attacks of the two masters.
However, the method of the two men's joint attack is quite mysterious. I don't know which master taught it. The long and short are in harmony with each other.
The shortcomings of height, shortness, fatness and thinness are cleverly bridged, which has the meaning of "turning decay into magic".
Therefore, although Yang Chaoxi's swordsmanship is exquisite, he is more than able to defend, but not enough to open up. The sword attack reaches only a few feet in front of the two people, and then it is difficult to advance. If the effort continues like this, I am afraid that the result will not be seen until dawn. The Cui family
Can Miss Six be saved?
This fight lasted only ten breaths, but the difficulty was even greater than before. The woman took advantage of the opening of Yang Chaoxi's sudden attack, retreated slightly by a few feet, clicked the iron ring on the top of the short stick in her hand, and formed
Here comes a slightly shorter flail stick!
This flail stick is not among the eighteen kinds of weapons. It is an unpopular one. There are not many practitioners, and there are even fewer proficient ones. But when the woman brandished the flail stick and attacked again, the "Two Heroes of Bazhou"
The most intuitive feeling is: this woman pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger!
The flail stick was like a spinning wheel in the woman's hand, circling around her neck, armpits, waist and other places. Once it was shaken out, it was as fast as light and lightning, and the palms and arms of the "Bazhou Double Heroes" were swollen and their weapons were almost broken.
Want to let go.
Especially when blocking a spear, the short stick body would turn around and hit the five-foot flesh ball on the forehead. Even though the five-foot flesh ball jumped violently several times, there was nothing that could be done.
Comparing the two, the superiority was clear! After fighting for a few breaths, the "Bazhou Double Heroes" could only hold on and no longer had the ability to fight back. However, Yang Chaoxi and the woman also had a tacit understanding.
One attack and one defense, one attack after another, forced the "Two Heroes of Bazhou" to miss repeatedly, and their bodies were stained with swords and dripping with blood.
The monk Bu Jing on the side, his head full of sweat and panting, dragged the Jianghu Ranger dressed as a servant to a place and tied him up. For the knight who said evil words, he would not hesitate to make up for it. The monk Bu Jing kicked him.
It was very serious. Although it was not fatal, it was heart-wrenching.
Seeing that there was nothing they could do, the "Two Heroes of Bazhou" suddenly retreated. Where they were standing, a cloud of green smoke burst out of thin air. Yang Chaoxi and the woman paused for a moment, then they suddenly realized that this was a trick to blind them.
To continue the attack, the green smoke has gradually dispersed, leaving only the pungent smell of burning sulfur in the air. Where are the shadows of the "Two Heroes of Bazhou"?
Seeing that the serious trouble had already escaped and no one came to stop them, the three people rushed towards the house together without paying any attention to it. At this moment, several figures appeared on the walls and eaves near the house.
She was wearing a corseted black robe, very similar to that woman, and rushed into the house first!
Yang Chaoxi glanced at the woman in surprise, and looked at him with a pair of huge bright eyes, the same confusion and confusion in her eyes. Yang Chaoxi read her eyes and said secretly: "Oops!"
Sure enough, things quickly developed out of control. Those black-robed figures rushed into the room, but within three breaths, they rushed out again. Two of them carried the unconscious Cui Wan in their hands and fled out of the hospital.
Some of the remaining figures in black robes were responsible for rushing forward to explore the path, some were responsible for replacing the accomplices who picked up Cui Wan, and many more were following behind, retreating and walking away.
Yang Chaoxi's heart was in great panic, and the heavens in his body were moving rapidly. He used the "One Reed Crossing the River" light skill, and his body was like a sharp arrow, leaping towards the courtyard wall that was about ten feet high!