Wen Heng's words seemed to deter the assassins in ambush for a short time. After a while, there was a rustling of branches and leaves in the northwest corner, and a man with a slightly thick voice replied, "You don't have to ask who we are—"
It was too late and it was too soon. Xue Qinglan listened to the sound to identify the position, swept the sword, and the two silver darts that fell on the ground shot out like two cold electricity, only to hear a "coo dong" from behind the tree, the man's words Before he could finish speaking, he was hit by a hidden weapon, groaned on the spot, and fell to the ground.
At first, everyone saw Wen Heng carrying a person on his back, and did not take this young man in their eyes. They also thought that Xue Qinglan was Wen Heng's fuel oil bottle, thinking that it could be used when necessary. Who knew that this young man was quick and ruthless, and To actually take the lead in front of Wen Heng, not only did he not hold back, but he still wanted to protect Wen Heng.
Wen Heng said: "What are you in a hurry for, but let others finish the sentence."
Xue Qinglan replied coldly: "The hidden weapon is poisonous, and by the time he finishes speaking, the two of us will be cold."
Wen Heng gave a meaningful "Oh" and said loudly, "It seems that today's situation is going to be a life-and-death situation. Under He De He Neng, so many good players have been aroused to ambush and kill me at one time."
Based on the wave of fights in the dark just now, Xue Qinglan roughly estimated that there were at least dozens of people in ambush in this forest, and all of them were not weak in martial arts. He put a hand behind his back, gently pulled Wenheng's sleeve, and his voice was very low: "Brother Heng, there are so many of them, it's not suitable for a long battle. You go back to the mountain first, and I'll break it later."
Wen Heng hadn't answered yet, but someone said one step ahead of him: "Mr. Wen, I advise you to just be obedient and capture it."
"After all, two fists are hard to beat with four hands. Even if you can escape the first day of the first year, you can't escape the fifteenth day. Instead of being chased and killed every day and hiding in fear every day, it is better to accept your fate now, so as not to suffer in the future."
As the voice fell, the man also jumped down from the tree and walked in front of the two from the depths of the shadows. He wore an oddly patterned silver covering on his face, revealing thin lips and a pale face, and his narrow eyes were cold as water in the moonlight, and he looked surprisingly young.
Of course, Xue Qinglan couldn't deal with him like the previous one, so he didn't make a move, just put his sword in front of him, and asked coldly, "Who is your Excellency?"
"You don't recognize me?" The man smiled and tilted his head at Xue Qinglan innocently, "But I do recognize you—I didn't expect to meet Hufa Xue of the Weeping Star Sect in the realm of the Chunjun faction. Logically speaking, You should be on my side."
The hint in his words was almost straightforward, Xue Qinglan's right eyelid suddenly jumped, and before he had time to refute, Wen Heng suddenly stretched out his hand, pushed him behind him with great ease, and said to the man, "Your Excellency is going to kill me, always It will not be for no reason, what is the reason, please ask for instructions."
The man said: "Recently, I have heard that the name of the son has spread all over the world, both black and white. I heard that the son is extremely skilled in martial arts, and he has the long-lost "Beidou Bone Washing Magic" in his hand. My master is very interested in this. Order me to visit Young Master Wen and do a business by the way."
Wen Heng said: "I would like to hear the details."
"Young Master Wen, don't get me wrong." The man smiled, "It's not that I did business with you, but someone paid a lot of money—"
"Want, buy, you, life, life."
"So that's the case," Wen Heng also smiled, "Am I just passing by?"
The man clapped his hands, and there was a hint of approval in his words: "Wen Gongzi doesn't change his mind and talks about life and death with a smile. This attitude is really admirable. I like to deal with people like you who are sensible and understand the current affairs, since that's the case. , then let’s not gossip, please hand over the “Beidou Bone Huan Magical Art”.”
There was a soft sound of breaking wind, and the cold front suddenly pierced out from the slanted ground. The tip of the sword stopped less than an inch from the tip of his nose, and aimed dangerously at his face. Xue Qinglan walked out from behind Wenheng and said softly: "He is willing to discuss with you in a friendly way, but I am an unreasonable person. You have found the wrong person."
"Hufa Xue." The man was pointed at by the sword without any fear, "I don't believe that the Chuixing Sect doesn't want the secrets of magic. You mix with him and protect him everywhere, so you're not afraid of being known by Sect Master Fang?"
Xue Qinglan held the sword as steady as a rock, and replied calmly: "You reminded me, it seems that if you don't stay here tonight, I will have a lot of trouble in the future."
The man was stunned at first, and then he couldn't help laughing. The laughter spread far and wide in the dark night, startling the night-dwelling birds: "Hufa Xue, I'm afraid you haven't figured out one thing yet. It is far more than just the few of us who killed this Young Master Wen. Just this morning, all the hall entrances that can be counted in the rivers and lakes received a reward order. "Divine Skill", you can get a thousand taels of gold by taking off his head. Now I'm afraid that more people will come to Yueying Mountain one after another. Can you protect him for a while, can you protect him for the rest of your life?"
Xue Qinglan had a hunch when he received the suzerain's order, but he didn't expect the root of the problem to be here. The other party is determined to want Wen Heng to die. Lure is not enough, and he has added a "secret book" out of nothing. Not only are money seekers flocking, but those conspiratorial careerists know this news, how can they not try? As the saying goes, "fighting to kill the old master", Wen Heng is only one person, how can he resist the encirclement and killing of most of the rivers and lakes
He felt a chill in his heart, like a nightmare. The man's words ripped through the window paper, and the other people in ambush in the forest were no longer hiding their bodies, and slowly surrounded them from all around. The figures under the moon were like a pack of wolves, and the swords, bright or dark, all aimed at the two people in the center.
Wen Heng stood there and listened silently for a long time, until Tuqiong saw the dagger in front of him, and then he finally spoke, and said calmly, "Thank you all for looking at it, but I never imagined that my life in the lower district would be worth a thousand dollars. I'm really flattered." He slowly turned the blade to an angle: "But there is one thing I want to make clear first, that bone-racing magic is fake, I have never heard of it, and I don't have such a secret book on me. , if you come for this, I am afraid you will be disappointed."
"As for my head, which is worth a thousand pieces of gold, whether I can pick it up or not depends on your ability-"
He and Xue Qinglan had a self-evident tacit understanding. They shot at almost the same time and rushed towards the opposite side. For a while, they could only hear the sound of ramming swords, echoing layers of echoes in the empty mountains and forests.
Although Xue and Wen were young, they were both extremely talented people, and their martial arts were far superior to ordinary people. Therefore, they did not fall behind because they had fewer enemies and more enemies. promote. There are also several masters in the opponent who have not exerted their full strength. Obviously, they are thinking of taking a profit and wanting to capture the two of them in one fell swoop when they are dragged by the wheel battle to the point where they are exhausted.
Sure enough, after a long drama, Xue Qinglan was first swept to the back with a stick, and then fell forward and rushed out. Wen Heng turned around and tried to save. Huo Ran forced him back a few feet, squirting a mouthful of blood from his chest.
Xue Qinglan said anxiously, "Brother Heng!"
Wen Heng coughed twice and said reluctantly, "Don't panic, I'm fine."
The man who came to talk at first pressed Wen Heng's shoulder with a sword, and gloated: "Look, what did I say? I advised you to capture it without a fight, and you have to fight to the death. The fight against beasts is certainly courageous, but I'm afraid it won't be very pleasant. Bar?"
Wen Heng wiped the blood from his lips, leaned on the sword and stood up again, changed the sword to his right hand, and panted, "You are from the Rishen Pavilion of Jinchan City in Zhongqing. You are not all the way, I only have one life, I don't know how you plan to divide it?"
"You don't have to worry about it. If Young Master Wen wants a quicker way to die, he will honestly hand over the "Big Dipper's Bone Washing Magic", otherwise..." The man glanced arrogantly at Xue Qinglan, not without ridicule. Authentically, "I have no choice but to grieve you and this Hufa Xue for being two nameless ghosts in this mountain."
Wen Heng shook his head and said, "As I said before, I don't know what "The Big Dipper Bone Washing Magic", let alone this martial arts secret."
"Tsk." For this reason, his tone was still the same, the relaxed look on the man's face finally faded, and impatient anger appeared, and he said in fright, "If you don't eat or drink a toast, you won't hand it over. The secret, the two of you will go on the road together!"
The current situation is that Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan are artificially separated into two places and cannot join forces to fight the enemy. Xue Qinglan is surrounded by six people, and Wen Heng alone blocks eight people, presenting a one-sided crushing situation. A type of character, who has experienced hard battles for the first time, and is under the siege of many good players, can hardly escape in an instant.
Wen Heng stood with his sword drawn, and suddenly sighed: "People die for wealth, birds die for food, this is really good."
These words have the meaning of imminent realization. When several people around heard the words, their hearts could not help but move, and they all thought to themselves: "When death is imminent, is this fellow really going to speak the truth? The whereabouts of the "Bone Magic", we must remove everyone else later, so that we can monopolize the magic."
But after thinking about it further, he was shocked and said: "No, since I have this plan, other people can also think of it, I can't tell who is still hiding behind, and will start moving in a while, I can't just rush ahead, must be Watch out for those people behind you."
These people are from different sects and places. It was purely accidental that they would be ambushing here tonight, and they had not discussed it beforehand. Therefore, although everyone seems to want Wen Heng to die, in fact, the hearts of the people are different, especially a few of them are smart. The person who saw Wen Heng was already in his pocket, so he began to make plans to share the spoils later. Provoking this gang of infighting simply doesn't need to use their brains, Wen Hengguang knows who has made a plan in their hearts by looking at their expressions.
What he wanted was the hesitant retreat at this moment, holding the sword in his hand, and swept his arms straight out, the silver light like a full moon, swaying in a circle. In just a short moment, everyone felt a gust of cold wind blowing across their faces, and the cool sword energy forced people to stand up. A bloody flower burst out first, and fell straight on its back.
The eight people fell backwards at the same time, like a flower blooming with Wen Heng as the center, and blood was still splashing in the air, like a sudden night rain, falling on the faces of the killers who couldn't rest, dyeing the entire mountain road. Become a red Asura hell.
And Wen Heng floated down from the air while walking on the ground, his right sword pointed diagonally to the ground, but there was only a drop of bright red blood on the bright white blade, hanging on the tip of the sword if he wanted to fall.
Boundless blood surged into the sky, and a purple electric light suddenly ripped apart the sky. Muffled thunder rolled from the distant horizon and exploded above the mountain road, as if the entire Yueying Mountain was trembling under the power of the thunder. This scene was so terrifying that it was no longer enough to describe it as "thrilling". A slightly timid person could scare him to death on the spot.
Xue Qinglan responded quickly, seeing Wen Heng's side no longer worried, and immediately let go of his hands and feet to kill. His swordsmanship is learned from Wen Heng, and he also mixes some habit of using a knife. The method of opening and closing is rigorous, but it is not lost. At this time, one enemy is six, and the sword moves are continuously used, which is actually long and powerful. Fatigued, it was obvious that he just stopped just pretending to be exhausted and used to relax the enemy.
The six people who besieged Xue Qinglan were originally complacent, thinking that they would succeed tonight. Who would have thought that Wen Heng's sword was so powerful that he could kill eight good players in a blink of an eye. Once they lost their confidence, their feet were like grass without roots, and they could not resist Xue Qinglan, who was so sharp and hard to fight. They couldn't run even if they wanted to. Cursing more and more.
Xue Qinglan was so upset by their noise that she wished she could go down with a sword to be quiet, but just in case Wen Heng still had something to ask, she didn't kill him, she just blocked a few people's acupoints so that they couldn't move and make a sound.
After a fierce battle, not one of the nearly twenty killers could still stand well. Xue Qinglan put the sword back, and walked towards Wen Heng, seeing him standing silently in Xiao Xiao Yefeng, staring at the corpses everywhere. Hence the sense of remorse and remorse.
Xue Qinglan went over and pulled his sleeve, forcibly turned Wen Heng around, told him to look at him, and said firmly: "Brother Heng, these people are self-inflicted and can't live, don't think that you have done something wrong, if today They don't die, it's us who die."
It was not the first time that Wen Heng had killed people, but it was indeed the first time that he had killed so many people. He has very little experience in dealing with people, and most of them practice with mountains, rivers, woods and stones, so he can't quite grasp the importance. That sword injected eight percent of his internal strength. For the sake of safety, he aimed at the weakest part of the throat. The sword edge that could cut through mountains and rocks cut through human skin as easily as a knife cut tofu.
"This trick is called 'Rain rush to sparse flowers'." Wen Heng said, "Today is the first time I have used it on someone, and my subordinates have lost their sense." He seemed to want to explain something, but met Xue Qinglan's eyes, and suddenly After a moment of silence, he laughed bitterly at himself and shook his head: "Forget it."
"I know."
Xue Qinglan stared at him and said earnestly, "Brother Heng, you don't really want to kill them, but you feel that everything is like making excuses. I know, and I believe in you."
In fact, Wen Heng had never recovered from the numbness he had just killed eight people, until he heard Xue Qinglan's words, he raised his eyes slightly in surprise, suddenly woke up from the deep nightmare, and his eyes gradually recovered warmth. look, nodded lightly.
"I'm fine, don't worry." He stretched out his hand to wipe away the small drops of blood accidentally splashed on the side of Xue Qinglan's face, and stroked the back of his neck from top to bottom, as if to appease him. "It seems like it's going to rain, let's go back."
Xue Qinglan said: "There are still a few alive, don't you ask a few more questions?"
Wen Heng pondered for a while, then walked up to the few killers who were on the ground with his sword in hand, and asked, "Who is the one who issued the reward order?"
Xue Qinglan held the long sword in his backhand and tapped the back of several people with the hilt to unlock the acupoint. Those few people were so frightened by him that their hearts and hearts were split, and they knew that their life was all in this person's mind, so when Jian Wenheng asked the question, he didn't dare to hide it, he could only shake his head and said, "Young Master Wen, spare your life, we really don't know. !"
This answer was unexpected to Wen Heng, he nodded and said, "Okay."
Seeing that he didn't speak anymore, Xue Qinglan came over and asked, "Do you want to silence? I'll come."
One of the killers was probably conscious of his demise, disdain for begging for mercy, but instead gave birth to a burst of courage out of thin air, and shouted at Wen Heng: "My surname is Wen, you have already practiced "Beidou Bone Washing Magic", why dare not admit it! Said he had no secrets!"
Wen Heng said helplessly: "It's true that you haven't practiced, you're about to die, why should I lie to you?"
The man choked for a moment, but he didn't give up, and panted, "You...then what kind of kung fu did you use just now? How can there be such an unparalleled swordsmanship in the world other than the "Beidou Bone Hustle Magical Technique"!"
Hearing this, Wen Heng suddenly glanced at Xue Qinglan before shaking his head and said, "I can't tell you this."
The man was so angry that he just closed his eyes and pretended to be dead. Xue Qinglan looked at Wen Heng suspiciously, and asked in a very low voice, "Brother Heng, isn't that your own sword technique? Why can't you say it?"
Wen Heng pressed his fingertips to his lips, made a silent gesture, and a sly smile flashed in his eyes: "It's not impossible to tell, you will find out later."
He lowered his head and said to the killer who closed his eyes and waited to die: "This mountain of corpses looks outrageous. I will save your lives. After you bury these corpses on the spot, you can go down the mountain by yourself."
Xue Qinglan reminded disapprovingly behind him: "Brother Heng, cut the grass and remove the roots."
Wen Heng grabbed him back and said in a low voice, "They won't die if they are wrong, so you should form a good relationship and let him live."
Xue Qinglan stared at those few people coldly, and with a flash of inspiration, she came to her mind. It seemed that she was asking Wen Heng, but in fact she said threateningly: "What if they intend to take revenge?"
Several people hurriedly swore and swore, begging for mercy loudly: "Hufa Xue spare your life! We will definitely keep our secrets and never dare to talk nonsense outside..."
Xue Qinglan sneered: "It's strange, I don't know what other secrets we have to keep. Who are you planning to blackmail?"
Several people looked at each other, and quickly changed their words: "The villain is willing to obey Xue Hufa!"
Xue Qinglan was satisfied and said, "I want you to leave the Central Plains overnight, go overseas immediately, and never return to your homeland for the rest of your life, otherwise, go underground and be with them now!"
His intentions were very obvious, and several people were shocked and murmured: "Then we... we will become..."
Xue Qinglan said: "Yes, how did you threaten Young Master Wen just now, that's your situation in the future. But I gave you a little time to prepare. In comparison, it is already called benevolence." He took out a white-bodied porcelain bottle, poured six small green pills out of it, held it in his palm, and squatted down in front of several people: "Okay, choose. Those who are willing to live, take this medicine and fly away; , cut it on the spot, and wait for someone else to collect the body for you."
At a young age, Xue Qinglan was firmly in the position of the guardian of the Descent Star Sect. In addition to his outstanding martial arts, he also possessed poison-making skills no less than his master Xue Ci. : "What kind of medicine is this?"
"Tianxiangjihuasan, taking it makes your skin feel cold, and you like warmth and chills. If you take this medicine, you will stay away from the north for the rest of your life, and settle down in a warm place in the south." Xue Qinglan said, "You won't die if you eat it, don't worry."
The six looked at each other in dismay, tossing between fleeing for their lives and dying when they were handicapped. Xue Qinglan was impatient and urged, "I count three, and if you don't choose, you can just die together."
Four of them seemed to be really afraid of death, so they immediately grabbed the pills and put them in their mouths. When the other two saw this, they couldn't help being shaken, and they took the pills and swallowed them silently. Xue Qinglan clapped her hands and said with a smile, "That's right. After half an hour, the acupuncture points on your body will naturally unravel. What should you do? If you are caught by me in the future, don't blame yourself for your life."
After his threats, he stood up on his knees and said to Wen Heng, "Let's go."
The figures of the two staggered and disappeared at the end of the dark mountain road. The six of them fell to the ground and sighed for a while. Suddenly they felt a cold on their faces, and heavy raindrops fell from the sky, which quickly poured them through. One of them suddenly said: " Hey, I suddenly have some strength in my body, and I can rush through the acupoints."
The rest heard what he said, and tried each of them. Sure enough, after taking the medicine, the dantian filled with breath, and the acupuncture points were quickly opened. The six helped each other to stand up, and one of them hesitated: "Do we really want to listen to that kid's instructions and take the blame for that surnamed Wen?"
Another person said: "Then what should I do, catch up and kill them now?"
These people are desperadoes who have been in the arena for a long time. It is common for them to go back on their vows and regret it, so they are not afraid of thunder and arrows piercing their hearts. But as soon as the murderous intention started, one of them suddenly shuddered and said, "Oh, it's so cold!"
Although the heavy rain is ferocious, it is summer after all, and no matter how cold it is, it cannot be as cold as a sudden heavy snowfall, but these people feel a coolness rising from the soles of their feet and jumping straight to the sky, and the rain hits them like a basin of ice water. After pouring it down, he involuntarily clasped his arms, his teeth chattered, and he shouted in horror, "It's so cold! It's so cold! I'm freezing to death! Let's go!"
At this time, the few people knew how terrible the medicine Xue Qinglan forced them to take, and now even the last bit of resistance was extinguished, and they hurried down the mountain to find a place to shelter from the rain, not caring about cleaning the battlefield.
Naturally, Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan were not spared either. As soon as they entered Zhanchuan City, they were drenched in heavy rain. Fortunately, there were only a few steps left, and the two returned to the small courtyard in the rain. Wen Heng called the handyman to boil water, and sent Xue Qinglan to take a bath. The room was fascinated by thoughts.
Xue Qinglan pushed open the door and came in. Seeing that the ends of his hair were still dripping with water, he soaked the white shirt in front of him. He walked over and pushed his long black hair behind him, wrung it dry with a towel, and combed it neatly with his fingers. He did such a trivial matter very seriously, and he was completely different from the ruthless Demon Sect protector on the mountain road tonight. After a while, he suddenly heard Wen Heng ask, "Qinglan, what kind of medicine did you give them?"
"As expected of Brother Heng," Xue Qinglan smiled while holding onto his shoulder, "You guessed it?"
"Ashamed, I just thought of it." Wen Heng sighed, "With your cleverness and meticulousness, you won't leave such a big hole for them to drill."
Xue Qinglan leaned down, wrapped her hands around him, lay lazily on Wen Heng's left shoulder, and said in his ear: "The medicine that Xue Ci gave to Qin Ling was used. After taking that medicine, it can greatly improve internal strength, If you don’t rely on antidote to suppress them, unless they don’t do it for the rest of their lives, even if they hide in the Flame Mountain, they can only live for ten years at most.”
In this way, even if these people renege on their vows and return to their original sect, the sudden improvement of their martial arts will arouse suspicion from others, and they will send people to let out rumors. With a black pot, Wen Heng's pressure will be greatly reduced.
Wen Heng lowered his eyes and saw his thin and slender hands swaying in front of his chest, so he reached out to hold it, and sighed, "It's hard for you."
Xue Qinglan was keenly aware that there seemed to be some kind of gloomy meaning in his tone, and there was a bad premonition in his heart, and forced a smile: "What's the matter... Why did you suddenly become separated from me?"
Wen Heng didn't answer his words, and suddenly said without end, "Qinglan, how long has it been since you returned to the Chuixing Sect?"
This sentence was like a thunderous thunder, and Xue Qinglan was stunned in an instant. He murmured as if he didn't hear clearly, "What?"
Wen Heng turned slightly, pulled him over and hugged him on his lap, almost in a coaxing tone, and said with the utmost gentleness and patience, "You go back first, and I'll pick you up when I settle this matter, okay? "
"No!" Xue Qinglan abruptly got up and pushed him away, her eyes reddened with anger, "What time is it now, are you letting me go?"
"It's very dangerous to stay by my side," Wen Heng seemed to have expected his resistance, he didn't take it seriously, and still stretched out his hand to him, "You heard that, there will be a lot of people in the future for the bounty and secrets. The trouble that comes to me, not every time it goes as smoothly as it does today."
Xue Qinglan was in a hurry and couldn't yell at him anymore. Hearing this, he sneered in anger: "Today, the two of us almost collapsed, and there will only be more people besieging you in the future. What do you do when I leave, you are here alone? Waiting for them to pick your head?!"
"Of course not." Wen Heng said, "I know who is behind the scenes, so I won't sit still. But Qinglan, I dare to take some risks by myself, but I dare not let you get involved with me, understand?"
"Don't ask me!" Xue Qinglan rushed forward, grabbed him by the collar, and said angrily, "I should ask you, Wen Heng, do you understand, how much effort did I have to wait? Back to you, wouldn't the worst result be death? What's so scary about us dying in one place?"
"Idiot, it's just a few little thieves who care about it. It's not a life-and-death battle. Is it worth living like this?" Wen Heng told his red eyes to be so hot that his heart throbbed and he stretched out his hand to pull Xue Qinglan inside. In his arms, he said helplessly, "I want to live and die together is not like this. Even if we die together, we can't cheap them."
"Be obedient, go back to the Chui Xingzong for a while, if you need help, I will naturally find a way to contact you." Wen Heng followed his back, "Last time at the Siyou Mountain Sword Discussion Conference, you still secretly did it yourself. Run, didn't I also hand you a letter later?"
Xue Qinglan silently listened to him coaxing him for a long time, and finally gave up, gritted his teeth and asked, "Brother Heng, tell the truth, if I insist on not leaving, are you going to use other methods to send me out? Zhanchuan City?"
Wen Heng was speechless for a moment.
Silence is undoubtedly the most accurate answer. Xue Qinglan nodded and said, "I understand."
He pushed Wen Heng's arms away, turned around indifferently and walked out: "If you don't bother, I'll leave tomorrow."
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