As soon as the three masked men in black landed, they didn't even say hello, they unsheathed their swords, rushed towards Meng Yuanjun and Nie Xingxie and killed them.
Nie Xingxie drew his long sword, and said in a deep voice, "You deal with one, I deal with two..."
"Deal with your uncle!" Meng Yuanjun raised his qi, grabbed Nie Xingxie, shot towards the outside of the courtyard like lightning, and shouted at the same time: "Come here, there are assassins..."
Before the person reached the door, there were two short screams, and the door was smashed into pieces with a huff, and four masked killers rushed in. The one who fell under their feet was the master sent by Qin Zhao to protect them.
Well!
Taking a deep breath, Meng Yuanyun casually threw a Thunder Fire Orb, which Tang Rou had asked for to protect her body.
A loud roar, coupled with billowing smoke, not only blocked the enemy's pursuit, but also served as a wake-up call to the masters of the Beishu Association.
Meng Yuanjun pulled Nie Xingxie and threw it towards the courtyard wall on the other side, flew up a tree, and was about to jump out of the wall, when another figure flew towards him, Meng Yuanjun groaned in fright, turned around and was about to run away, but was caught by Nie Xing Xie grabbed hold of it and shouted, "My own!"
Meng Yuanyun was startled, before he could see who was coming, three cold lights came from behind him, heading straight to the back of the heart, weak ribs, and throat, the three must-kill places, with a murderous aura, forcing the front door, making people breathless One stagnates.
Before the exclamation sounded, a cold voice came from behind, "Leave it to me!"
There was a strong force, and Meng Yuanjun's body flew into the air and landed outside the courtyard, and was hugged by a limp body. A strange fragrance wafted through his nostrils. Meng Yuanjun groaned in comfort, but a soft voice said in his ear: "Meng Yuanjun Young master, can you come down?"
Meng Yuanjun raised his head in surprise, only to find that he was being held in the arms of a beautiful woman like a princess, and his right hand was still wrapped around her neck, as embarrassing as he wanted.
With a sound of wow, Meng Yuanjun bounced up immediately, and fell to the ground with a red face, apologizing again and again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take advantage of the girl..."
The girl giggled, and Nie Xingxie moved two steps to the side, ashamed.
At this time, Meng Yuanjun realized that the girl who caught him was very familiar. After careful consideration, he woke up and said, "Oh? Aren't you the girl who escaped from the Valley of Evil? Didn't you follow..."
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A few screams came from the courtyard, since Meng Yuanyun was thrown to the ground, but within a few breaths, the sound of fierce fighting in the courtyard disappeared.
"Yudie... No, Miss Xianyue, please!"
Nie Xingxie turned sideways politely, and led Miss Xianyue, who had changed her original name back, back to the small courtyard. When she finished, she gave Meng Yuanyun a look, hating him for being panicked and embarrassing.
Meng Yuanjun laughed dryly twice, and shouted at Xianyue: "Long time no see, Xianyue Gongniang is beautiful again, ah, brother Jue Ling is really lucky, haha, so lucky..."
Crescent Moon covered her mouth and chuckled again.
Meng Yuanjun followed the crowd a few steps, and when he returned to the small courtyard, all the assassins inside had been wiped out. Yan Jueling touched the sword in his hand on the corpse of an assassin, and Shi Shiran inserted it back into the scabbard.
It's been a long time since I saw Yan Jueling, who was as lonely and arrogant as ever, but there was a little more solemnity between his brows, and his left arm was empty at the elbow, floating up with the breeze.
That was the arm that was cut off by the great Guangming Zun of the Fire Worship Sect, and now it has become the symbol of Yan Jueling. Yan Jueling, who was quite conceited at first, did not avoid physical incompleteness at all, but took it as his motto, always reminding himself not to underestimate any enemy .
A total of nine corpses were discarded in various parts of the courtyard.
In the direction where Meng Yuanyun was, there were also two assassins chasing and intercepting them, but the two of them were the first to die under Yan Jueling's sword, the remaining seven people, three of them lost their lives when they met each other, and the remaining four came up again, and the result was easy After two of them died, the remaining two fled separately, but none of them managed to reach a distance of five feet before they were struck by Yan Jueling's two sword qi.
"How is Brother Yan?" After being saved, Meng Yuanyun greeted him enthusiastically. Yan Jueling gave him a cold look, entered the small building on his own, and said calmly: "Have a rest for one night, we will meet tomorrow." Walk."
"Okay." Xianyue nodded obediently, as if she was Yan Jueling's personal servant.
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Meng Yuanyun raised his hand in embarrassment, and was left alone like this.
Nie Xingxie didn't care about it, and lay back to his original position, holding the sword, seemingly closing his eyes and resting his mind, but in fact he was cultivating the stellar energy all the time, so that he could recover soon and be able to fight.
Xianyue turned to Meng Yuanyun and said apologetically, "Mr. Meng, don't care about it. Jue Ling is not very good at dealing with people, especially after seeing his father die in front of him, but unable to do anything, he has been practicing martial arts hard for the purpose of revenge. He Now I’m even less good at getting along with people…”
Meng Yuanyun waved his hand casually, and said: "There is no need to explain, Miss Xianyue, I know Brother Yan's personality, and I won't be angry. It's just where are you going in this line of business? How did you come here by such a coincidence?"
Xianyue said: "We are going to Jingzhao Mansion, but we got news on the way that there are assassins who want to assassinate you. We had already left Hanzhong Mansion, but we came back in the middle of the night, so we didn't miss it..."
Meng Yuanjun nodded repeatedly, feeling moved in his heart.
Yan Jueling was indeed arrogant, but he was a guy who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. Although he didn't say anything, he was absolutely unambiguous about going through fire and water for their brothers.
It's just that Yan Jueling is still a fan of swordsmanship. If there is a day when the world is settled, he will still ask Ye Qingxuan to compare his sword skills.
Meng Yuanjun thought for a while, and said: "If there is nothing wrong, I should actually leave tomorrow, but Mei Yinxue was seriously injured and just arrived at Hanzhong Mansion for treatment, so I'm afraid she won't be able to move tomorrow..."
When String Music heard it, she exclaimed, "What's the matter? Sister Yinxue was injured?"
"There have been medical immortals to treat her, so there should be no serious problems."
While talking, Yan Jueling's voice came from the room, saying: "We have to set off tomorrow. It has been a day late to save you, and the Eagle King's troops are weak, and if we are one step late, the situation is critical."
Meng Yuanjun frowned and wanted to argue again, when Duan Sanshi's voice came from outside the small courtyard and said: "Mei Yinxue is fine, we will leave tomorrow."
Everyone turned their heads, Duan Sanshi, Tang Rou and Lan Ya walked into the small courtyard.
Duan Sanshi's expression became much more relaxed, and he said: "Fortunately, Senior Situ arrived in time, Miss Yinxue is not in any danger, her heart has been connected, as long as she doesn't fight with others for a short time, it will be fine. Hehe, The symptoms are even much milder than the two of you... It's just that you haven't woken up yet and you need to rest for a few days. But we can take a step ahead."
Meng Yuanjun was overjoyed immediately.
Tang Rou nodded and smiled, "Sister Lan Ya and I decided to stay and take care of Sister Yin Xue..."
Meng Yuanjun felt very sad...
Nie Xingxie picked up the sword, stood up and turned around the small building, saying: "In this case, let's take a rest and set off early tomorrow morning!"
…
The sun was shining.
At noon, even the small tavern in the fishing village outside Zhongnanshan was crowded with people.
From time to time, someone shouted loudly at the hot weather.
But most of them were silent and their faces were solemn.
The dozen or so wooden tables in the tavern were already full of people, and there were seats in many shady places outside.
There are not only local fishermen, but also mountain visitors who go to the mountains to collect herbs, but there are many martial arts people with swords and swords.
The weather was unbearably hot and everyone was sweating profusely. Not all because of the heat, but also because of the mood.
Although each of the fishermen and the mountain guests is frowning and frightened. They lowered their voices and talked a lot, talking about the terrible things that happened near the mountain village recently.
And those martial arts people, there are nearly a hundred people, but there is no sound at all. They are extremely careful in every move and gesture, and try not to make any sound. intelligence.
Li Daozong sat alone under the big locust tree outside the tavern, with a pot of old wine and a plate of peanuts on the table, and he was drinking for himself thoughtfully.
The shopkeeper was already busy enough to spank his butt with his heels. Li Daozong still had a bowl of cold jadeite. After waiting for nearly half an hour, he still couldn't serve it.
However, Li Daozong was troubled by common things, so he didn't urge the shopkeeper, and he didn't notice the oppressive atmosphere around him.
It has been some time since Li Daozong left Yijian Mountain Villa and his ambitious father to venture into the rivers and lakes alone. Although he occasionally heard about the deeds of Ye Qingxuan and other friends, he was not in a hurry to help.
What he needs now is peace of mind.
All this is because of his father Li Muru. Although he will not intervene in his ambitions, his father is an enemy of Ye Qingxuan and others, and even obeys the order of Fengyi Pavilion to formally fight. As a son, even if he does not fight his father One heart, but it's not like swords and swords, right
If it wasn't for his father's appearance, Li Daozong would have already rushed to Jingzhao Mansion to help Ye Qingxuan and others.
But…
Alas, that was his father after all.
Raising his head, he poured the cup of sour old wine down his throat, and he didn't know whether the bitter taste was in the wine, in his mouth, or in his heart.
"Guest officer, your cold face!"
Li Daozong put down a bowl of green noodles in front of him. Emerald Lengtao, in fact, is water-cold noodles with some marinade added, because the freshest buds of pagoda tree are added to the noodles, so the noodles made are green and have a fragrance. One of Gan people's favorite pasta.
Before Li Daozong could speak in the future, the shopkeeper next to him asked emotionally: "See, this chivalrous man was also invited by Uncle Du to eliminate evil, right? This blood demon is really inhumane. If the chivalrous man came to help, today I really don't need to give you the face money... My precious niece... is about to give birth, so I was given... woo woo... "
Talking, talking, the shopkeeper couldn't control his emotions and was about to cry.
In this way, Li Daozong was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "Blood demon? What blood demon?"
As soon as I said this, hundreds of unfriendly eyes from around looked over, and even a big man with a big waist slammed the table and cursed: "Damn it, it turns out that he is a worthless idler. He has no guts to help, but he dares to come here." Freeload?"