It wasn't until Qing Qing found out that he was covered in cold sweat and realized that King Tara had not raised his sword yet. He quickly took off his scimitar and ran away. The wind and sand roared, and the moonlight was low. As soon as he came out of the tent and stretched out his hand, he connected with five fingers.
There was no trace of them. He vaguely heard the neighing of horses. Qingqing didn't have time to think, blocked the sand and dust with his arms, and ran in the direction of the mournful horses.
Qingqing was only a few steps away from the horses, and the figures of humans and beasts were mixed together. In the panic, he felt someone pulling his arm, and facing the strong wind, he reluctantly said: "Get on the horse!" Then his body flew into the air, and he fell heavily.
He landed firmly on the horse's back.
There was a sound of rapid breathing behind him. Qingqing felt the slightly warm breath blowing on his face. He turned around and looked -
Jimo Xing was pulling on the reins, forcing the horse to run wildly and run away.
"How is it..." Before he finished the sentence, Jimo Xing suddenly shouted: "Shut up!" Then he lowered his head and bumped into Qingqing's back. Qingqing quickly obeyed and shut up, and a strong wind swept through him.
The two men and one horse were surrounded by heavy sand and dust.
The horse was so strong that it ran continuously for half an hour, and the two people on its back showed no signs of fatigue. When the dust stopped, Qing Qing couldn't help but turn around and asked: "Aren't you afraid that I will escape outside and kill you immediately?"
The young man shook his head: "You didn't bully me, but my father really wanted to harm you."
Hearing what the young man said, Qing Qing actually felt sad. Thinking of Master Che Xin earnestly persuading him to switch to a sect to save his life under the dim candlelight, and wanting to teach him the healing song, he couldn't bear it for a moment and said: "Che Xin
Master Xin is not harming me. It’s just that Qingqing was born as a disciple of Lirong Mountain, and sooner or later he will return to Dongshan."
"That's right." Qingqing tilted his head and smiled, "So the third prince of Beimo is the younger brother of the current head of Jimo?"
"Don't call me that." When Jimo Xing heard this, he turned his face and said, "You call me Xingxing, and I call you Qingqing."
The horse didn't go far and stopped outside a high wall. The horse came under Jimo Star and walked up to the door and said:
"Sister Keyue, it's me, the third brother!"
A gust of wind blew by, but no one answered the door inside the wall.
The young man knocked on the door one after another, but unfortunately the courtyard was quiet, and there was no answer even to the chirping of birds and the barking of dogs. Unfortunately, Jimo Xing had no choice but to get back on his horse and wanted to take Qingqing to find another place.
Qingqing slid down from the horse sideways. When Jimo Xing knocked on the door, he was also listening intently, focusing on the sound inside the high wall. However, he couldn't help but realize that it was too quiet inside the wall - even the weakest of ordinary people.
There was no sound of breathing at all.
The vast desert was completely silent. An ominous premonition came to Qingqing's heart.
Not wanting to think too much, Qingqing used the skill of Qinggong of the Pen Formation, and climbed to the top of the wall with just a "peak drop". "Qingqing!" Jimo Xing called in a low voice, "This is my second sister's residence, don't break in easily.
Get in!"
Qing Qing didn't answer, but looked at the scene in the courtyard and was so shocked that his eyes almost fell out.
Jimo Xing stamped his feet anxiously: "Second sister has a bad temper. If she finds out, neither of us will be able to get out of the desert!" But no matter how the young man called, Qingqing still ignored him.
After staring at the high wall for a long time, Qingqing finally took a deep breath:
"Come up here. There's... no one inside."
The inside of the wall was a mess, like a bitter battle in a nightmare.
I saw the flash of swords in the courtyard. Viewed from a high place, the naked warriors of the Northern Desert were all in disarray. They all fell to the ground in a mess, most of them lifeless. No wounds could be seen on the bodies in the distance.
Soaked in earth and rocks, there was a faint smell of blood.
For some unknown reason, those sharp scimitars were all cut off at once, and the fractures were smooth, which was definitely not the result of ordinary magic weapons.
Before thinking too much, Qingqing jumped down. A familiar fragrance rushed into his mind. Looking around, he saw that the residence was green and green, with the faint fragrance of flowers. It was only separated from the vast desert by a wall. If there were not such a cruel scene in front of him, he would have been there.
It seems like a paradise hidden in the northern desert. A pool of spring water is swaying with ripples, and the clear shadows do not know the source, reflecting the shadows of the trees swaying in the middle of the night.
Qingqing hesitated for a moment, then stepped on the blood on the ground and walked towards the pool.
Shadows floated in the pool, and several palm-sized fish floated on the water, with their white bellies turned up. In the dark night, Qingqing couldn't see clearly what was in the pool, and she only felt that there was something lurking at the bottom of the pool, which was no more than one person deep.
Blinking drowsily, Qingqing couldn't help but lean out and look deeper into the pool.
Suddenly, there was a flash of black shadow, and a large splash of water burst out of the shallow pond! I saw a dark shadow flash in front of Qingqing's eyes, and the black shadow firmly grasped the back of Qingqing's neck, and pulled her into the water with a "plop".
Qingqing was caught off guard and fell, suddenly choking on a large amount of water.
The sewage was turbid, and Qingqing wanted to jump up, but she couldn't help but feel that the black shadow was very powerful. Her long hair was grabbed hard, and the shadow pressed her head firmly into the sewage. Qingqing couldn't struggle, thinking
After inhaling and coughing, there was another violent choking in my nose.
In a daze, not caring about any magic moves, Qingqing spread his arms and waved them randomly in the air.
The black shadow gradually put all its strength on Qingqing. During the panic and struggle, Qingqing raised his hand and hit the black shadow's thick arm. Almost at the same moment, Qingqing subconsciously clasped the "Taiyuan point" on the wrist.
", instead he sank his body, allowing himself and the black shadow to be immersed in the water at the same time.
Even if you drown in a small pond, you still need someone to support you!
Qingqing closed her eyes, feeling that her consciousness was getting blurry bit by bit. She tried her best to get up, but she felt that her body was light and heavy, and the heavy black shadow was suddenly lifted out of the water.
Not daring to be careless, Qingqing took a deep breath, turned around and pushed the black figure in the chest.
Unexpectedly, although the black shadow was heavy, it lost all its strength and flew more than ten steps away like soft cotton. The big man who turned into a threatening black shadow fell to the ground with a muffled "bang" and slid out a few feet.
He stood stiff and motionless.
It turned out that the man was also at the critical moment, and he couldn't help choking before he died. Qingqing straightened up and vomited out a mouthful of water, her heart beating so fast that it was about to burst out of her throat.
This time, Qing Qing did not dare to be as careless as before. He held on to the edge of the pool and vomited a little, slowed down, gently walked around the broken limbs in the courtyard, and walked towards the dark figure of the strong man just now.
I saw that the man's belly was bulging with water, and his eyes were as wide as bells, staring straight at the sky.
There seemed to be no obvious traces of trauma all over his body. Qingqing searched for a long time before he found a thin blood hole on his wrist. The blood hole was thin and deep, completely piercing through the thick wrist, and the location was far away from the source of death.
The acupuncture points and meridians were only a hair away. The man must have dipped his hand in the water, hoping to slow down the blood flow, but Qing Qing broke in and had to hide under the water.
Even if Qing Qing hadn't pulled him into the water, the man's blood and tendons had burst and he couldn't survive.
It was just that tiny, life-threatening wound that evoked a familiarity that was ready to come out in Qingqing's heart.
Standing up and looking around in the courtyard, Qingqing squatted down next to the cold bodies - as expected, the same inconspicuous blood holes that claimed everyone's lives. Except for the man in the water, everyone else was injured.
A single blow to the heart or wrist pulse is fatal, leaving no trace of entanglement.
After careful inspection, it seemed that not all of the wounds appeared to be fatal wounds that penetrated the body. There were also some traces of physical fist blows, bruises and bruises. It seemed that the person who came here did not intend to kill someone at first.
It must have been a long delay. The men in the Northern Desert were so numerous that the incoming men had to use magic weapons to resist them.
Crisp scars, blood holes that penetrated the body... Qingqing looked at the tragic scene full of blood and flesh, and cold sweat broke out on her back. She almost screamed "Ah", but hurriedly covered her mouth.
.In today’s world, there is only one magical weapon that can cause such wounds——
Xianjian.
Qingqing pressed her hands on her chest and waited until her heartbeat stabilized a little. Then she swallowed and walked towards the door. Before she could open the door, she heard Jimo Xing shout loudly: "Who allowed you to break in without permission..."
Halfway through his words, the sight of a river of blood came into view, and Jimo Xing was so frightened that he almost fell to the door.
In a blink of an eye, Qingqing was dripping wet, her hair was messy and stuck to the side of her face, and she even looked surprised. Qingqing forced a smile:
"I just accidentally fell into the pool."
After what seemed like a long pause, the young man finally regained his composure and walked tremblingly to the door. As if he suddenly remembered something, the young man ran towards the door of the house and kicked open the creaking wooden door: "Sister Ke Yue!
"
The room was completely dark, there were no candles, and no one could be seen.
The owner of the house suddenly disappeared, and Qingqing couldn't help but worry secretly. It wasn't until Jimo Xing took out the flint and the two of them searched carefully around the house. The furnishings were indeed messy, and there was no trace of the second princess of Jimo, so she felt relieved. Only then did they feel relieved.
I saw Jimo Xing bent over, with his hands on his knees, as if he was frozen in place and motionless.
"Third Prince?"
Qingqing tried calling out, but the boy had no response.
"Star!"
Unexpectedly, Jimo Xing jumped up quickly, turned around, grabbed Qingqing's collar, and slammed her against the wall with a bang:
"I, Jimo Xing, swear to the souls of Yiyamo Heaven and Earth that if I don't avenge this revenge, I will not live in poverty for the rest of my life!"
There was a blazing fire in the young man's eyes. It was not until Qingqing's messy green figure appeared in his eyes that the burning flame gradually subsided. Qingqing grabbed his wrist and gently pushed him back a few steps.
Qingqing stared at the young man's thin profile: "Let's get out of here first."
Jimo Xing didn't answer. After a long time, he finally let out a breath, as if all his strength was gone, and nodded vaguely. Suddenly his eyes widened and he said to Qingqing: "Come here..."
Then he walked towards the shadowed corner of the room.
Hearing a "squeak" sound, the secret door in the corner of the house opened a crack. The candlelight flickered inside the door. I didn't know how this corner could be hidden in the dilapidated wooden house. There was a fierce fighting outside the door. Among them, the candle
The faint light is still on.
The young man picked up the candlestick and looked at it. It seemed that the yellowish color of old paper exuded the rotten fragrance of old ink. As he raised the candlestick, Qingqing realized that——
A majestic library dozens of feet high and invisible to the eye stands in front of you.