If one person can carry two people and walk quickly, then this person must have very good Qinggong and internal strength.
It is not difficult for a person who is good at Qinggong and has the blessing of internal strength to travel thousands of miles in a day.
However, Yan Zhuo and his four people did not have the horse that can travel thousands of miles a day, so they were delayed for an hour in the market. It was impossible to catch up with that person.
Unless that person is waiting for Yan Zhuo and the others, waiting for Yan Zhuo to take away the two sacks on his shoulders.
Yes, he was waiting for Yan Zhuo, and he was standing in the middle of the avenue waiting for Yan Zhuo. His Qing Gong was very good, his internal strength was excellent, and more importantly, he was very confident.
A person who is capable and confident must be the best among people, and it will not be easy to deal with such a person.
Yan Zhuo was already chasing him. His eyesight was very good and he could see the man in the middle of the road clearly.
The man had thin hands and feet, a pair of eyes that were gleaming and murderous. The sack on his shoulders had been removed and hung on a tree branch more than ten meters above the ground with a hemp rope.
"Are you waiting for me?" Yan Zhuo asked.
"That's right."
"Why are you waiting for me?" Yan Zhuo asked again.
"Waiting to kill you."
"But there are four of us, and you only have one. Why are you so sure that it was you who killed me, not us who killed you."
The man smiled, and his smile was very strange. His eyes didn't smile, and his mouth didn't smile either, but he did smile because his nasolabial folds had become a little darker.
"You are wrong, I am more than one person." He pointed upward as he said, "These two people are more powerful than the four of you put together, and I am also more powerful than the four of you put together, so
I must have killed you."
As soon as these words came out, no one laughed. Everyone knew that anyone who could say such things was either a fool or a lunatic, a top lunatic. But one person laughed.
Guan Mingyue had already laughed out loud. His smile was very pleasant and beautiful, just like the waterfall in Lushan Mountain or the bright moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival: "If you talk big words, leave your name. I will brag about it in the world in the future. I have seen
The world’s greatest braggart.”
The man also smiled, but his smile was cold and ruthless: "Bai Buchou, thank you for your kindness, but you no longer have the chance to brag."
"Why?" Guan Mingyue asked puzzledly.
"Because you will be a dead person soon!"
After Bai Buchou finished speaking, he took action. There was no weapon in his hand, because his fingers were weapons, ten shocking weapons. He named each of his fingers: the thumb shakes the sky, the index finger moves the earth, the middle finger weeps ghosts and gods,
The ring finger loses its soul, and the little finger loses its soul.
He raised his shocking fingers and flew straight towards Guan Mingyue.
Guan Mingyue drew his sword, the Haoyue Sword. As soon as he drew the sword, the soft moonlight poured out from the scabbard.
This sword was very soft and charming, and it didn't look like a sword drawn by a man. But it was this sword that was three parts charming, three parts pretty, three parts charming and one part arrogant as it pounced on Bai Buchou.
At the moment when the blade of the blade came into contact with his fingertips, Bai Buchou turned around and avoided the Haoyue Sword. His shocking finger was replaced by a moving earth finger, and he thrust it straight into Guan Mingyue's throat.
This move is very fast, fast and very strong.
It was too late for Guan Mingyue to put away the knife. In his mind, he could already see Bai Buchou's index finger piercing his throat, causing blood to splash.
Yes, he had thought about death.
But he did not die, because Liu Qingfeng had drawn his sword, and Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue also took action.
Liu Qingfeng's clothes are cyan, and his sword is also cyan, so his sword light is also cyan. Cyan clothes, cyan sword, and cyan sword light are like a bamboo forest or a pot of fine bamboo leaves.
The bamboo forest is quiet and quiet, and the fragrance of wine is strong, just like his sword moves, one move can make people intoxicated and make people dream of death.
The edge of the sword has arrived. Bai Buchou turned around again to avoid the sword move. The movement in his hand turned into a soul-losing, seizing soul. He did not hit Guan Mingyue or Liu Qingfeng, but his two fingers were directly towards Yan.
Zhuo, Qiao Zhenyue.
Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue used fists with one hand and palms with one hand. Their fists and palms were very powerful. Yan Zhuo once made Xu Chengye vomit with one punch, and Qiao Zhenyue also cut off five fingers of the Seven Killers with one palm, but when they fought
The moment Bai Buchou's ring finger and little finger came into contact, a powerful wave of air slapped their bodies like a huge wave.
There was a "bang" sound, like a thunderous explosion, and Yan, Qiao and Bai Buchou all flew back.
The sleeves of Yan Zhuo's black robe had been torn apart by the explosion, and Qiao Zhenyue's arms were grinning red from the internal energy. As for Bai Buchou, he only took three steps back in a hurry.
Bai Buchou was smiling, his eyes and mouth remained unchanged, but his nasolabial folds were a little deeper.
"I said, I'm more powerful than the four of you put together."
This time Guan Mingyue stopped laughing. He already knew that the man in front of him was not bragging. He was indeed more powerful than the four of them put together.
Bai Buchou stepped on his feet, flew to grab the rope more than ten meters above the ground, and came to a sack. He had already stretched out his hand, holding the bulge of the sack, and gently rubbed it.
No one could see clearly inside the sack, but everyone knew that Bai Buchou was kneading something.
Guilt, self-blame, and regret were like tiny red worms crawling on Yan Zhuo's face and eyes. His face had turned red and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Stop!" Yan Zhuo shouted, hatred pulling at his vocal cords, and his voice became hoarse.
Bai Buchou smiled: "Only the strong are qualified to make demands!" He said, kneading his palms even more vigorously.
The four people at Yanzhuo felt that what Bai Buchou was trying to squeeze was not Xiang'er at all, but their hearts, their chivalrous hearts.
"I can't even save a woman, so I'm not called the leader of the Jianghu Alliance. What else do I need to be called a hero?" Qiao Zhenyue was already angry, and his beard seemed to turn into a ball of flame, burning brightly.
"Brother, second brother, let's hold him while you go rescue him!" Liu Qingfeng said.
After Liu Qingfeng said that, he took action, and Guan Mingyue also took action. They struck with one sword after another, yellow sword, cyan sword, the light and shadow of the sword flickered, like the moon scattering in the bamboo forest, or like the willows blowing on the bright moon.
Their moves don't look like martial arts at all, but like gorgeous green landscape paintings.
Absolutely beautiful and gorgeous.
Bai Buchou also took action, and he stretched out four fingers from both hands, shocking the sky, shaking the earth, losing his soul, and seizing his soul.
As the name suggests, the move is earth-shattering and soul-stirring. Four fingers flew around, splitting the bamboo forest, breaking the willow trees, killing all the moonlight, and dyeing the soft yellow and quiet blue into one color - blood red.
!
Liu Qingfeng and Guan Mingyue were injured. Four holes had been poked in their arms and chests. Their green and yellow clothes had been embedded with wisps of bright red, which was both miserable and gorgeous.
But their blood also bought opportunities, and gave Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue the chance to save people.
Yan Zhuo had already cut open the sack, and the woman in the sack, with a delicate red face and flowing hair like a waterfall, lay paralyzed in his arms, like a puddle of water or a ball of fire.
Yan Zhuo was stunned, but just as he was stunned, the woman in his arms shook off her thick long hair, and three life-threatening nails were coming towards her.
