Although the middle-aged beautiful woman was more skilled, she was in a bad mood. She was in a state of sadness, anger, and anger. With one person combined, she could defeat four gangsters. It was said that it was difficult for two fists to beat four hands. After twenty or thirty moves,
The sword power is no longer as sharp and ferocious as it was at the beginning. Moreover, he has lost a lot of energy and has become exhausted after just a few fights. It seems that within ten moves, he will definitely follow his husband Nangong Shuang.
Jie left in Jiuquan.
At this moment, in a forest a hundred meters away due south, a powerful clear whistle suddenly sounded, piercing the air and coming straight towards here. The sound was like the cry of a crane.
As soon as the passers-by around heard the powerful clear whistle, they knew that the man in the future must be a master with extraordinary skills, and his martial arts skills were certainly far superior to anyone in the fight at the scene.
At the moment when the whistle sounded, a moon-white figure, like a meteor that swept across the ground, flew over in an instant and landed directly in the field.
When the four masked gangsters in gray clothes saw him, they shouted loudly, turned around and started running wildly.
However, the man who fell into the field gave a sharp shout, and without stopping, he suddenly waved his hand and hit the big iron-bone folding fan, and ran directly towards the four running people.
At the same time, the man opened his lips and shouted with a deafening voice: "Where can you run away, you young man!"
Amidst the loud shouting, the man's figure was as ethereal as smoke, and the folding fan in his hand opened with a "swish" sound, transforming into a continuous fan-shaped giant shadow, and cut directly towards the necks of the four running gangsters.
The four masked gangsters in gray were startled when they heard the sound of breaking through the air behind them. They looked back in panic. At this moment, they took a closer look and saw that all of them were out of their wits. Their expressions were full of confusion.
Incredible color.
Among them was a man who wielded a stick, and shouted in a panic: "General..."
However, before he could say anything else, the endless fan-shaped shadows had already passed over the backs of the four of their necks. Following the shrill screams, four huge heads covered with black scarves had already flown into the air.
, accompanied by four bowl-sized pillars of blood, which suddenly spurted out and were several meters high.
After losing their heads, the four headless corpses continued to rush forward for a few steps using inertia, and then fell to the ground one after another.
I saw the man kill four gangsters with extremely elegant and fast movements, then flew back like an angry vulture and landed lightly in front of the middle-aged beautiful woman, his movements were extremely graceful.
The beautiful middle-aged woman was confused by this series of changes. After everything happened, she saw the man falling next to her, and then she quickly took a look.
Immediately I noticed that the man was wearing a moon-white Confucian shirt, holding a large iron-bone folding fan in his hand. He had fair and translucent skin, a delicate face, and five black beards. He was about forty years old, and he had a handsome and elegant appearance, and he was somewhat of a scholar.
breath.
But his wandering eyes and the weird smile hanging on the corner of his mouth unconsciously revealed a hint of cunning and evil.
When the middle-aged beautiful woman saw that the middle-aged scholar standing in front of her was actually Shangguan Mi, who had been entangled with her seventeen or eight years ago, she couldn't help but be stunned and instinctively took two steps back. Her expression was full of surprise.
Involuntarily, he blurted out urgently: "It's you?"
Shangguan Mie, who was wearing a moon-white Confucian shirt, was surprised when he saw the face of the middle-aged beautiful woman. Then he apologized in a tone of extreme concern: "Brother Yu was too late, and he was so late."
Sister Yunji was frightened, and Brother Yu felt deeply ashamed. He hoped that Sister Yun would not mind..."
Before he finished speaking, Shangguan Mie suddenly discovered Nangong Shuangjie lying in a pool of blood not far away. His expression was suddenly startled, and he unconsciously blurted out in panic: "Ah, then... that's not Shuangjie.
Brother?"
As he spoke, his expression was full of grief, and he hurried towards Nangong Shuangjie's body.
When the beautiful middle-aged woman heard this, she suddenly remembered her husband who had died tragically. She hurriedly flew over, threw herself on her husband's body, and burst into tears. Her tears suddenly fell like rain, and she was extremely miserable.