The originally noisy mountains and forests became silent again, the cold wind was still the cold wind, but the falling snow was a hundred times more cruel than before. The wind was blowing with blood, and the murderous aura in the sea was so fierce that people could not breathe!

Yan Qing gently took off the flying knife beside his hand, and the flying knife was nine points into the wood!

What a big hand strength, a very fast flying knife!

The flying knife is specially made, especially its hilt, carved by the goshawk, and its patterns are sonorous and powerful! Those who can use such a flying knife must be very confident in his flying knife, and his flying knife must have reached a certain level.

Is it true that my throat is locked a hundred feet away?

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were in such a big trouble?" Yan Qing threw the flying knife at Wu Que's feet.

Wu Que glanced at Feidao and snorted: "You should be an outsider, you want to follow the escort yourself. Why should I tell you? All this is something you asked for."

Yan Qing sat in the carriage in front of him: "But I am not worried that something will happen, at least I can get out of it myself."

"Hmph, am I worried..."

"Don't talk big, let's see - trouble is here."

Trouble was indeed here. A tall figure walked out of the black-clad killer. A strong eagle stood on his left arm. His appearance was also very similar to an eagle, with a high hooked nose and a bright eagle-eyed eagle. Such a person is inherently fearful because he treats everyone as prey.

I guess the goshawk flying knife was also made by him, and this man's flying knife was already amazing!

"I don't know him." Wu Que looked cold.

Yan Qing wondered, "Then you should be inexplicably right. Why did he come to rob your dart?"

"He may know me." Wu Que said in a deep voice, and he was even avoiding the man's hawkeye.

Finally the man spoke, his voice was even sharper, and he could only hear him say coldly: "I don't know who you are, but I know very well that the dirty things you have done should be retribution today!"

Wu Que smiled disdainfully: "Ha... it's really a joke. You came all the way from Yangcheng and lie here again. Is it just to make me suffer retribution?"

"The retribution is unhappy, the heaven and earth come to witness!" The man said no more. He waved his sleeves and waved his hands. The killer was ready to go and gradually came to the convoy.

Yan Qing began to frown. He had to go to the muddy waters now, but he didn't like the man's words and deeds. Shouldn't such retribution be the rule? When will it be dominated by people?

"A friend taught me a lesson. He said there is no distinction between good people and bad people in this world." Wu Que's words were murderous. He quietly locked a route that could reach that person's throat with a knife!

"Retribution is also left to the weak!"

Wu Que shouted angrily, and the sword energy, a little cold light responded to the snow, and the light went away, and the people also left, leaving a shadow on the black robe.

"Puff puff puff..."

I don’t know how many slaughtering sounds of the knife entering the flesh. Perhaps in the blink of an eye, Wu Que’s knife was almost approaching the man’s throat!

This is not a flying knife, it is a slashing knife holding hands!

The man was also a little frightened by the sword. He hurriedly stepped back and retreated. At the same time, the eagle on his shoulder suddenly flew out, its speed was comparable to the power of a flying knife. He saw it swept the sky three times and finally dived towards Wuque.

"Be careful when Wu Mai!" The guards behind him were frightened, but at this time the killers had already come, and the bodyguards tried their best to protect the darts.

In this way, Ning Jingye was broken here after an eagle hit the sky, shouting, fighting, sword light and sword shadows...

Wu Que's original offensive was broken by the goshawk, and he had to stop his sword and steps to fight against the ferocious goshawk.

"Beast!" He cursed and angrily, but the claws of the eagle were not so easy to deal with. It was not afraid of the sharp blade pulling and hindering it.

"Swish!" Suddenly, a sound broke through the air!

"Swish!" Another sound of slashing the sky!

"Clang!" A dazzling spark splashed!

A goshawk flying knife passed by Wuque's eyes. If it was close to Wuque's eyes, it would definitely be cut!

Wu Que was frightened. He looked at Yan Qing who was coming beside him with gratitude. Yes, the sound of slashing the sky was Yan Qing's sad shuttle. At this moment, the shuttle was still shining with a cold light, and the murderous intention was all raised!

The goshawk's flying knife was fired by that man. He wanted to take advantage of the goshawk's harassment to kill Wuque, but unfortunately he forgot that there was Yan Qing next to him.

"Although your flying knife is fast, it is still worse than mine." Yan Qing looked at the man coldly, as if there was a declaration of death in his eyes!

"Where do you have the confidence?" the man asked coldly, but there was a hint of fear in his tone.

"Because my sword is driven by the back of the attack, he blocked your flying knife," Yan Qing held the flowing shuttle and pointed at the man ruthlessly and said, "If I set out the sword first, your sword will be dead before it can be fired!"

The man had a dark face, and a flying knife was slowly flowing from his sleeve, but he suddenly felt a little afraid to take action for an unexpected incident...

"Leave it to me here, go and help your escorts. They are good people and shouldn't die." Yan Qing's words were obviously for Wu Que to hear.

Wu Que looked back at the retreating escort behind him. After all, escort was his top priority, so he had no choice but to retreat to the escort car and kill all the way!

When the man saw Wu Que leave, his anger also aroused, but he was about to take action. Yan Qing's voice sounded:

"Don't move! If you are a smart person, don't move!"

"You are so angry!" He shouted angrily but really stopped moving.

"King of Eagle, Song Sanqiu?" Yan Qing asked tentatively.

Song Sanqiu was moved, which meant that he was, but he kept saying, "I am not Song Sanqiu, Song Sanqiu has long been dead!"

"Do you think you can get rid of everything by death?" Yan Qing walked away with a sword in the snow. Song Sanqiu was not a good person, at least not before.

Yan Qing rarely pays attention to these things in the world, but Bai Chengfeng likes to tell him these stories in the world if he has something to do. As soon as he says it, there is the notorious Goshawk King in the southwest!

When it comes to the mountains, Song Sanqiu will appear when the eagle whirls. His flying swords are perfect, and he is known as the number one hidden weapon in the southwest.

There is a territory in Shu between the southwest. There are few people there but no one dares to attack, because the birds of prey and flying beasts on the mountains will not let strangers take a step forward.

It was not until Baiyun City attacked Shu that the secret of the deep mountains was revealed.

"A friend of mine said that Song Sanqiu used living people to raise his goshawks, I don't know whether it is true or false."

Yan Qing's greetings impacted Song Sanqiu's mind with a murderous aura. Obviously, he was right, Song Sanqiu had done such inhumane things.

Such a person, such things, and his reputation as the number one. This is the reason why Yan Qing remembers him. Yan Qing rarely deliberately remembers a man from the martial arts world. Either this person is very interesting or this person is very guilty!

Song Sanqiu was so shocked that he was angry. He stood firm and glared at Yan Qing and said, "I don't know what you are talking about! Tonight's matter has nothing to do with you. Let's leave quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being polite!"

Where would Yan Qing leave? He stayed not just to help Wuque. He wanted to know how big a net was still flowing in Baiyun City!

He was too busy, busy killing people and dealing with threats from the outer city, but over the years he forgot to rectify his own family!

"I want to know everything about this batch of goods, about Wuque, about you, before, and later!" Yan Qing's forward pace became faster and faster-

"You are looking for death!" Song Sanqiu was anxious. His flying knife had already transformed from his sleeve. He just raised his hand and was about to take action-

"Swish!" The sword blade cut off the air, cut off the cold wind, cut off a few pieces of white snow, and broke Song Sanqiu's hand holding the knife!

"Bang!" The flying knife and the broken palm fell into the snow. The sword was so fast that the blood flowed out after a few breaths. It was almost a long time before Song Sanqiu screamed with his hands in his arms!

The sword leaned gently on Song Sanqiu's neck, and Yan Qing patted his neck with the sword body and said proudly:

"My name is Yan Qing."

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Chapter completed!