Everyone saw a sword light, brighter than snow, which went straight to the high priest's forehead and landed on it.
The high priest suddenly shouted, and a sudden burst of cold air rushed over him. His forehead was stagnant, and his heart was shocked.
When she realized that Zi Qing Yanyu was unstoppable and only two inches away, she hurriedly retreated and used the sword in her hand to push forward with all her strength.
Zi Qing Mist and Rain had just flown in and hit her sword squarely. An Muda made a sound, and Zi Qing Mist and Rain shook the wind above the grassland, and even shattered the Qinghan Sword in her mother's hand.
Anmuda was shocked and saw that his mother could no longer stand, her body sank and she fell to the ground.
The high priest who lost Wei, this man defeated her effortlessly.
The storyteller didn't move his feet, and drove Zi Qing Yanyu forward tightly. The cold light flew towards the high priest's neck.
Anmuda shouted: "No!"
She hurriedly grabbed her mother's sleeves and hid in Kusama. Before her heels could stand, there was the sound of wind all around her. When Anmuda realized what she was doing, she realized that all the three feet of grass around her and her mother had been cut into two pieces. She was feeling decadent. fell to the ground.
Thanks to her quick eyesight and quick hands, she was able to scare the snake into the grass and pull her mother up, otherwise her mother would have been like a blade of grass on the ground.
Anmuda was about to speak, but the high priest was furious. He chanted a spell, and the Qinghan sword merged into one again. The Qinghan sword in his hand also struck the storyteller head-on, like a rainbow.
The storyteller smiled helplessly and retracted the fan with his backhand. The Qinghan sword hit the purple mist and was unable to fight back, and could only be frozen in mid-air.
He waved his fan lightly and forced the Qinghan Sword back.
The high priest stepped forward and caught his sword.
After only three or four back and forths, the high priest was already out of breath, covered in sweat, and his steps were all messed up.
The storyteller looked up at the sky over the grassland and said with a smile, "How about the sunrise in a few hours and wake up with the blood of the lost Wei people?"
Zi Qing Yanyu seemed to understand what he said, and flew out of his hand automatically, and they all cut off several tall Weiwei people who were protecting the high priest. Ran Ran was so frightened that she cried loudly.
Wei Lang wanted to stop them, but it was too late to save them, everything happened too fast.
Zi Qing Yanyu struck in front of the high priest and An Muda again. Wei Lang immediately stood in front of them, turned a spell into a sword, and held the sword to guard.
"If I kill you, he will blame me." The storyteller sighed, "You must be my enemy?"
"Why don't we each take a step back?" Wei Lang had cold sweat streaming down his neck.
When Ji Liyou was still there, he was like an idle hunter, but now he was like an out-of-control beast. He was smiling, but Wei Lang was not sure how tonight was going to end.
The storyteller stretched out his hand, and the purse on the ground broke into several pieces. Unfortunately, what came out of the purse was just the broken spirit of a monster. The storyteller frowned slightly, and slapped his hand, and the broken spirit scattered.
He extended his hand to the high priest.
She said, "You can't even hope to find him."
Anmuda had a headache, "Mother, do you want all the tribe to die with us?"
At this time, the fourth watch has turned and the sky is getting brighter.
The sky was getting brighter, and the storyteller raised his eyebrows and sneered, "It's my fault for being soft-hearted."
I heard footsteps in the distance, it must be a Shiwei man who got up early, carrying a bucket, passing by here to fetch water from the seaside.
The storyteller was not in a hurry. The corpses were hidden among the grass, so it was not easy for anyone to see them.
"How about ripping out the heart of the first person who comes?"
After hearing this, Ran Ran was extremely anxious and rushed to the storyteller's side, "Don't continue. You have killed many people. Since she is hateful, teach her a lesson. Don't hurt Anmuda and Wei Lang."
The storyteller pushed her away, "A woman's kindness."
Ranran squatted down, wrapped her legs around him, and shouted, "If you do this again, I will file a complaint with Brother Liyou later."
Seeing the high priest here, and seeing outsiders coming, they saw clearly that it was Anmuda and Weilang. Everyone was startled, put down their barrels one by one, and hurriedly asked: "Anmuda and Datannakan came back."
Looking up, in the dim light of dawn, he saw the sharp long sword in the hand of the high priest, illuminating the air-conditioning in the surroundings. Several people remained silent and pulled Wei Lang and Anmuda behind them in tacit understanding.
The sky was not bright yet, so Ran Ran was afraid of accidentally injuring others, so she desperately grabbed the storyteller's sleeve and whispered, "I beg you, don't kill them, find Brother Liyou first to get the business down."
The fan returned to his hand at some point, and he looked down at the purple mist in his hand.
The high priest suddenly sheathed his sword and said, "I just met a group of robbers on the road. Fortunately, with the help of some of Wei Lang's friends, I retreated from the enemy and invited them into the tent to entertain them."
Anmuda was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said: "Adas, we came back late and didn't eat anything on the way. Let's go and heat some butter tea."
Wei Lang shook his sword, and the sword disappeared without a trace.
The battle was concluded hastily, but Wei Lang and Anmu Dayu were not relieved. On the one hand, they were worried that the high priest would make another killing move, and on the other hand, they were afraid that the angry storyteller would take action at any time.
The storyteller pulled away the corner of Ran Ran's clothes and said, "If you don't get out now, when will you wait?" He gently pulled his sleeves and hem and pushed Ran Ran down on the grass.
Ran Ran didn't feel embarrassed, she got up and patted the grass clippings on her body, "As long as you don't get angry."
The few Weiwei people dispersed, and Anmuda looked back at the storyteller as he walked with his mother.
The high priest also stopped and looked back at him.
The storyteller was busy talking to Wei Lang, and when he caught a glimpse of the high priest's eyes, he looked away disdainfully.
"If Brother Ji is really in the hands of my master, I will definitely bring him back." Wei Lang swore.
The storyteller didn't care much, "If he couldn't find him, he turned over Shiwei to see where she had hidden Liyou."
Ranran also followed Anmuda and sat in Anmuda's tent until noon. Then she got up and sat blankly in the room. Thinking of what happened last night, she was still scared: "He really kills without blinking an eye. .”
Then he thought: "It's really puzzling that a kind-hearted person like Brother Liyou would recognize him as his master."
After thinking about it for a while, I felt exhausted and fell asleep on the blanket.
I slept until night.
Anmuda opened the door of the tent, "Why are you still sleeping? You've been sleeping all day?"
Ran Ran answered with blurred eyes: "It's already night?"
I was shocked, "Where is Mr. Wen?"
Anmuda served the wine and rice, and lit a lamp, "You should take a few bites first."
Seeing that Anmuda looked normal, Ran Ran felt relieved and asked, "Brother Liyou is really in your mother's hands?"
Anmuda waited for her to finish eating and put away the cups and plates, and just said: "Be careful with the candle, turn off the lights and go to sleep."
Ran Ran nodded and said, "I know."
Just as he was about to ask her a few more questions, Anmuda pushed her down and said, "It's already dark. You might run into wolves when you go out, so it's better to continue sleeping."
He closed the door and blew out the lights, leaving Ranran alone. Unfortunately, she had already slept enough during the day, tossing and turning, and could not sleep at night.
Listening to the voices of people on the grassland at night, the only sound is the sound of wind blowing on the tent bag.
She couldn't sleep anymore, so she got up and sat up, thinking to herself: "What should I do if I can't find brother Liyou?"
(End of chapter)