Dongfang escaped from death again and again. The moment A-Lan drew his sword on him, he felt that the path forward that was once very clear became blurry again.
After escaping from that street for a long time, Dongfang Fu felt more and more as if he was shrouded in an invisible fog. Those things that he could clearly see once again became like a dream.
The remnants of the Xuantian Sect reappeared in the world, and those foreign monks with evil intentions also appeared again. The originally peaceful world seemed to be once again shaken up by an invisible hand.
Perhaps it was because the power of A-Lan's sword was too terrifying. When Dongfang regained his senses, he had already arrived at the other corner of the town.
Looking down at the broken sword in his hand, Dongfang Fu looked a little dazed. A gust of wind blew by, and there was another person in front of him.
"Miss Qian!" Dongfang Fu exclaimed. Qian Xiaoxiao's body exuded a strong smell of blood, and her slightly pale face made people very worried.
"It's okay, I'll be fine in a moment."
Qian Xiaoxiao responded softly, then sat down cross-legged and worked around to nurse the injury. In less than half a stick of incense, her complexion returned to normal.
"If you continue to stay here, you will only die in vain." Qian Xiaoxiao stood up slowly and said in an indifferent tone: "Let's go quickly."
The fight just now had allowed Qian Xiaoxiao to see the weakness of his opponent. Although the strange Huashan sword technique was powerful, it could hurt others and himself, and it was impossible for A Lan to use it endlessly.
In comparison, Qian Xiaoxiao, who has a 100% photography skill, only needs to avoid his sharp edges, and then he can easily defeat the opponent. In terms of a protracted battle, A Lan is definitely not her opponent.
However, both sides have weaknesses. Although A Lan did not kill anyone in the previous battle, if the two sides meet again, the other side will definitely not mind taking advantage of Dongfang Fu's shortcomings to expose his weaknesses.
"I..." Dongfang Fu was suddenly speechless. All his previous confidence disappeared as the sword was broken.
Even though he had suffered a loss at the hands of the Kunlun Sect before, he never thought of backing down. At that time, he thought that it was just because the other party was older than him and had an advantage in terms of training time.
But now it seems that he has underestimated the world's heroes. A-Lan is much younger than the few Kunlun disciples he met before, but her martial arts are already superb.
Although Dongfang Fu has never been proud of his martial arts talent, he has objectively seen his own excellence from his other brothers.
But it wasn't until he met A-Lan today that he realized how ridiculous he, the "martial arts genius" described by others, was.
Dongfang Fu's shame, unwillingness, and pain were all seen by Qian Xiaoxiao, and she acted very calmly.
The reason why she was willing to help this young man was only because of her past fate, and in a sense, she was actually using him.
The Shadow Kung Fu is a very strange magical skill. After it strengthens one of the practitioner's emotions to the maximum, it will continue to reduce or even completely annihilate the practitioner's other emotions.
Especially after the only person she cared about died, Qian Xiaoxiao's personal emotions had been infinitely close to nothing. The only difference between her and those cold, unconscious swords was that she knew how to think.
The attachment to that person is the only motivation for Qian Xiaoxiao to live. She knows very well what kind of terrible enemy she is facing, so some so-called moral principles and feelings can be abandoned.
Dongfang Fu was also one of the chess pieces played by that person. The moment the opponent stepped into the world, he might have fallen into the big network carefully woven by that person.
This was confirmed after Qian Xiaoxiao saw A Lan's brazen attack. That person had been secretly observing all this.
Perhaps as early as that bloody night, Qian Xiaoxiao had lost the courage to stand in front of that person again, but she still followed Dongfang Fu here.
Because she had a reason to come.
Qian Xiaoxiao gently covered her heart, which had almost fallen into deathly silence. The only evidence that could still make her feel that she was still alive was the attachment that could not be let go.
It was like a sharp thorn piercing her finger, accompanied by scarlet pain. Every time she recalled the smile of that boy, her heart would keep spinning between pain and happiness.
Therefore, no matter how afraid she is of that monster-like man, she must return to that guy's playground, because only here can she achieve her long-cherished wish.
Qian Xiaoxiao's thoughts have never changed. She wants to get back what she lost. It is a treasure that she must get back no matter what!
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The snow was getting colder, and A-Lan dragged her somewhat heavy body back into the house, and then lit the brazier. Then she noticed someone standing in the corner. She unsheathed her swords without hesitation, and the man hurriedly slashed with his sword.
block:
"Miss A-Lan, wait a minute! It's me!"
After the man finished speaking, Ah Lan took a closer look and saw that this man was wearing a silver robe and flying fish suit.
"Huh?" Ah Lan seemed to think that this person was kind-hearted. She sheathed her sword and clapped her hands together: "We seem to have met before. I remember your name is, uh, Zhao Tiezhu?"
"...I am Cui Yixiao." Cui Qianhu announced his name awkwardly.
"Oh, it turns out to be Cui Qianhu, sorry."
A Lan smiled casually. She took off the two swords and put them on the table. After lighting the brazier, she rubbed her stuffy chest, looked at Cui Yixiao and said, "Why is Cui Qianhu here? Could it be that guy again?
Have you caused any trouble for me?"
"..." Cui Yixiao's smile froze slightly. He didn't dare to accept these words. "That guy" in the other person's mouth was now the lord of the world. How could he, a little guard in uniform, dare to say something rude?
"Sure enough, it's him," A Lan said with a somewhat unhappy look on his face: "He has so many imperial guards under his command, and he wants to order me to do something. The fallen saint of Xuantian Sect is not easy to deal with. You see how tired I am today.
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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! This is not meant to be embarrassing. After the fight, A Lan finally understood that she would never be able to kill Qian Xiaoxiao again in the future. Today is her only chance to kill Qian Xiaoxiao.
Opportunity.
The martial arts of the two of them are at two extremes. Qian Xiaoxiao's internal power of 100% Shadow Kung Fu is astonishing. His moves last as long as the turbulent Yangtze River. However, A'lan can concentrate the sharpness of ten thousand swords on one point, either in a single move.
A hit will kill you, or you can escape thousands of miles and become an assassin from a swordsman.
She drew her sword today, but did not kill Qian Xiaoxiao. The next time they meet, the other party will never give her a chance to use the red dust sword technique in turn.
"Miss Ah Lan, you are humble. With your martial arts, it is not difficult to defeat the remnants of the Xuantian Sect. This time, I have sent you a helper." Cui Yixiao said with a smile.
"A helper?" Ah Lan curled her lips and said, "Unless he comes out of the capital on his own, there are beggars and monks outside, plus Qian Xiaoxiao, does he think I am a three-headed and six-armed man!"
At the end of the sentence, Alan grinned and became angry. Cui Yixiao reassured her: "Don't worry, girl, this helper can definitely help you succeed!"
After saying that, Cui Yixiao stepped aside, and Ah Lan discovered that there was actually someone standing behind him. It would be too weird to say that he had restrained his aura, but she didn't notice it at all.
"Eh, that's not right!" A Lan's eyes widened. No wonder she didn't detect the other person's aura at all. He was clearly a dead person!
Ah Lan was angry: "What a shame, Cui Qianhu! You actually brought a dead person to my house!"
Ding! The long sword was once again placed on the Xiuchun Dao. Cui Yixiao was bent over, and he kept smiling bitterly: "Girl, calm down! Just take a look at this person first!"
Cui Yixiao was really feeling aggrieved. Miss Alan was His Majesty's confidante and her martial arts skills were even better than his own. He really had no other option except to lower his profile and coax her.
"Wait a minute, this person..."
A Lan stopped her strength. The more she looked at the corpse, the more familiar it seemed to her. Finally, she said in surprise: "He! He is not the one from the Qingcheng faction——!"
Cui Yixiao escaped from A Lan's sword, took a breath and said, "As the girl can see, this is the helper Your Majesty asked me to bring."
Ah Lan took a breath and looked around the body: "I remember he died six years ago, right? The body is so well preserved. Is this a trap?"
Cui Yixiao said: "Young lady, this corpse has been made into a machine doll before it was sent to the capital. Although it has been six years, the person who made it is still quite capable, and the general processing is
Although the superior technique cannot produce any combat power now, it is powerful enough if it can ensure that the body does not rot."
A Lan's eyes were opened. After reading it, she praised it: "What a disgusting machine technique. Is there anyone in the world who studies this kind of thing?"
"..." This is another sentence that Cui Yixiao can't answer. Although His Majesty has not handled this doll, His Majesty likes these kinds of strange skills the most, especially the mechanism skills left by Yanshi back then.
, and now it has been carried forward by His Majesty himself.
Cui Yixiao had no choice but to pretend not to hear it. He coughed and said, "Girl, you can bring it with you. You don't have to use any complicated means. You just need to let the remnant of the Xuantian Sect see it, and you can easily make her capture without mercy."
"Cui Qianhu has such a dark heart."
A-Lan sighed, but she didn't think it was anything. After all, she was also taught the magic way, and she was not averse to such despicable methods.
"In that case," Ah Lan swung his sword to extinguish the flames of the stove, took the two swords, and smiled at Cui Yi, "Let's set off without further delay."
Cui Yixiao was stunned for a moment: "Didn't the girl say there are many enemies outside?"
"This is an opportunity not to be missed. I guess Qian Xiaoxiao never thought we would leave and come back."
Ah Lan rummaged through the box and found a large piece of black cloth, wrapped the body as a blanket and carried it away. Cui Yixiao quickly put on a black robe and followed closely.
At this moment, another fight broke out in the town. The two sides fighting were Qian Xiaoxiao and the disciples of the Beggar Clan. Needless to say, this was a battle without any suspense.
Although Qian Xiaoxiao was slightly injured, it was not something that the few remaining disciples of the Beggar Clan could handle. Even though the opponent's backbone had just died, and now they were able to hold her back with the power of mourning soldiers, that was all.
This time Dongfang Fu was finally sent away by the other party. It seemed that there was one less burden, which made her feel more at ease.
When Ah Lan arrived, he saw more than ten Beggar Gang disciples setting up a dog-fighting formation to surround Qian Xiaoxiao. The latter seemed to be in no hurry to defeat the enemy.
In addition, there are also a group of annoying monks. I am afraid that the other party is worried that someone is following behind.
"It seems that she has gone astray. Those bearded monks are here for me."
Ah Lan thought about it. Back then, she traveled to the Western Regions and discovered the true origins of those monks. Then she spent some effort and took advantage of the other party's unpreparedness to destroy the hometown of those monks and cut off the relationship between those monks in the Western Regions.
The connection between the Central Plains almost caused a devastating blow to them.
Today, these Hu monks have nowhere to go. The forces that stayed in the Central Plains were also driven by the Jin Yiwei to North Shaolin. Now there is only a group of bereaved dogs hiding in the northwest. Naturally, they hate A Lan very much.
"Just in time, maybe we can solve them all together."
When Cui Yixiao arrived, he saw A Lan untiing all the black cloth and then putting his sword in the hand of the puppet. He suddenly felt something bad.
"Miss A Lan, are you trying to—"
Before Cui Yi's joke ended, he saw Ah Lan channeling a stream of true energy into the doll, causing its hanging arm to slowly lift up, and the long sword he was holding slowly revealed its edge.
Then A-Lan took a deep breath, pushed the puppet's back with both hands, and saw that it seemed to have come to life, flying down with the sword, and its sharp edge was like a rainbow, breaking through the flying snow in the sky.
Qian Xiaoxiao suddenly felt something in her heart in the dog-fighting formation. She raised her head suddenly and saw a flash of sword light falling, causing the Beggar Clan disciples to be attacked from both sides. The formation was immediately in chaos.
But in this perfect panic, Qian Xiaoxiao seemed to be in trance and did not move. She stared at the falling figure blankly, her trembling lips slightly opened:
"Brother Tianquan..."
She was six years late and once her longing broke out, she could hardly hold anything else in her eyes. She wanted to fall into that embrace as soon as she took the first step. Even though her reason told her that Tianquan and her had long been separated from each other, she couldn't.
I can no longer suppress the love in my heart.
Qian Xiaoxiao gently hugged that cold body, and hot tears fell from her cheeks. Those hands would never smooth her twitching shoulders again. Now perhaps she can only remember this eternity with this attachment called love.
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The beggar gang, who had been beaten and wiped their hands without remembering it, came to their senses and saw the two people hugging each other in defiance. They were furious!
"Form up again!"
A group of Beggar Clan disciples re-arranged the dog-beating formation. Qian Xiaoxiao lay on the warm chest, closing his eyes as if falling into a dream. The black energy condensed under his feet turned into flying snakes and sprang out, killing half of them in just an instant.
The disciples of the Beggar Clan easily broke through the dog-fighting formation.
"That's enough, let's go." Qian Xiaoxiao said softly to Tianquan.
Boom!
There were bursts of explosions, and the walls of the houses on both sides of the street were all shattered. More than a dozen monks rushed into the scene with purple and gold light all over their bodies and red eyes. They also recognized the young man in Taoist robes and the one who hated A-Lan.
For the same reason, this young man is also their enemy, and they clearly remember that this man is also one of the helpers of the Xiaoyao Sect.
The confused disciples of the Beggar Gang became the lambs that Monk Hu ravaged. Then a group of great monks launched an attack on Qian Xiaoxiao. However, a black tide that was a hundred times stronger than the purple-gold light rolled up, and in a matter of seconds a black tide rolled up.
Send half of them to hell.
"Damn it! Hit that kid first!"
The monks were shocked and angry, and immediately turned their guns and attacked Tianquan. Qian Xiaoxiao had to wake up from this depressing dream. She pulled Tianquan behind her and raised her hand to lift him up.
A black evil sun.
I saw the billowing black gas like an erupting volcano, supporting the strange black sun rising upwards. The black gas that erupted in an instant turned into a chain full of spikes, penetrating the rest of the monks.
"I'm tired. This is enough. As long as you stay with me, that's enough..." Qian Xiaoxiao turned around and took Tianquan's hand. She thought about this moment when they reunited countless times.
In an instant, she felt that her empty heart was filled again.
Qian Xiaoxiao originally thought that with her body covered in blood, she would only continue to sink in the misty extravagant hopes in her life. Tianquan was a beam of light in her memory and the only salvation that could make these blood enemies leave her.
It seemed that as long as she held this hand, she could escape from the bloody hell.
But when he saw the woman holding the long sword fall, Qian Xiaoxiao knew that this was a luxury after all.
"If you can get your wish before you die, you will be able to rest in peace."
A Lan stabbed with her sword, and the black mark Qian Xiaoxiao held up hit another flying arrow. Because the flying arrow was aimed at Tianquan, she subconsciously protected the opponent, so she missed it.
She missed the opportunity to block the opponent's sword, but she did not regret it.
What Qian Xiaoxiao wanted was very simple, just to see him again. Now that she had achieved her wish, she seemed to not even care about her life. Facing A Lan's sword, she had no chance or thought of resisting.
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She turned around and wrapped her arms around Tianquan's body, wanting to remember in the end the love she had been chasing her whole life.
A Lan arrived in an instant, and a sword with a ray of red light pierced through the thick black fog. The sword pierced two people, causing her to open her eyes slightly: "How is it possible..."
The red light penetrated Tianquan and Qian Xiaoxiao, and the flying snow in the sky was dyed a bit bright red. The two bodies fell into the snow together, and A Lan held the sword and fell into deep thought.
A Lan's sword was originally aimed at Qian Xiaoxiao, but at that moment, she seemed to see Tianquan sideways blocking the sword for Qian Xiaoxiao...
"No, how is that possible? It's because my eyesight is dazzled..." A Lan stared blankly at the two people hugging each other and falling to the ground: "He must have died long ago."
"Miss A Lan, thank you for your hard work."
Cui Yixiao, who was pacing, glanced at Qian Xiaoxiao who had lost his breath, looked at the silent A Lan and said: "What happened here, those monks will not be able to make any trouble, girl, please follow me."
Go back to the capital and see—"
"don't want."
A-Lan exhaled softly, put away the two swords, and reached out to pick off the snowflakes that fell on her head: "The capital is too far away, so I don't bother to see him."
In response, Cui Yixiao could only say goodbye with a wry smile.
A-Lan, who was turning to leave, suddenly stopped. She turned back and glanced at the two people on the ground. The strange scene just now seemed to be vivid in her mind.
"I must have seen it wrong..."
Talking to herself, A-Lan took a few more steps, and then walked back around. She looked down at the two of them and sighed: "Forget it, I'm afraid of you..."
She bent down and took the two bodies with her to a small slope outside the town. She simply dug a grave pit and buried the two people together. Alan erected a monument for them, but did not leave any words on it.
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"okay."
A-Lan clapped her hands and shook off the mud. She looked up at the clearing sky, reached out to wipe off the scattered snowflakes on the tombstone for the two of them, and then turned and left.
"The snow has finally stopped. It should be a nice day tomorrow." A-Lan stretched and walked away.