The soft moonlight flowing under the night sky, the melodious streams, the quiet bridges, the streets and carriages are all burning.
The roars and shouts of the knights running around were mixed with the sounds of killing swords, and the bright red bursting into the sky dyed the night sky an ominous blood color.
The young man wielding the sword was not confused. His closed-loop thoughts always made him believe that he was on the right path. However, the increasing amount of blood on the sword was like rust, making the sharp sword in his hand dull.
The torch that fell to the ground was mixed with blood and other things, and was dazzlingly red. With the reflection of the stream, he could see that his body was also stained with the same color.
The injured arm prevented him from drawing the sword, and the bleeding legs seemed to be no longer able to run away. He raised his head, and the moonlight above his head was still cold, and the distant alienation seemed to laugh at his insecurities.
Measure your capabilities.
With his refocused eyes, the young man could already see the second group of people rushing forward. Their faces seemed like twisted beasts, with expressions of anger and hatred intertwined, and their ferocious fangs full of murderous intent.
He stopped resisting. In fact, he had no strength to resist anymore. In the backlight of flames and blood, he found a figure approaching him quickly.
It was a woman who was a little too young. Her eyes, filled with worry, were so clear that they contained no impurities. What was reflected in her eyes was only herself.
The young man smiled bitterly: "Little girl..."
That night, the saint of Xuantian Sect and Tianquan, an inner disciple of Qingcheng Sect, slaughtered all the knights and knights who came from all over the world here. For a moment, the world was shaken.
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Tianquan woke up from his sleep and saw a strange wooden house in front of him. He was lying on a small bed that was still very simple even though it was carefully decorated.
The white cloth wrapped around his arm and the pain coming from it made Tianquan realize that everything in the dream was not just his delusion.
Listening to the faint chirping of insects in his ears, and the scent of earth after the rain seemed to linger on the tip of his nose, Tianquan finally recalled where he was after a brief period of confusion.
After the battle in Dongdu, Qian Xiaoxiao took his injured self across the Yellow River and headed north. They stayed anonymous along the way and finally stopped in this village.
The reason for stopping was not that it was safe at this time, but that Tianquan was not as good as Qian Xiaoxiao, whose martial arts was close to the top of the world. The brutal fighting and the subsequent continuous pursuit had almost pushed the young hero's body to the point of collapse.
It's the limit.
This village has no name, and there are coneflowers blooming everywhere in the village. As far as the eye can see, it seems to be among a sea of golden clouds.
Qian Xiaoxiao took Tianquan to take refuge here. In other words, the two of them are now in a state of seclusion. They seem to have forgotten the ups and downs in the world, and are just greedily enjoying the beautiful peace of this moment.
It was only occasionally that Tianquan would have such disturbing dreams. After waking up, the worry would not go away. There was always a haze shrouded in blood in his heart, preventing him from enjoying everything in front of him with peace of mind.
For Qian Xiaoxiao, the life here could not be described as a paradise. On the second day after arriving in the village, she quietly hid the black robe stained with blood and hatred and replaced it with a brand new one.
attitude to face life.
But the beauty in front of them is fragile after all. The inextricable crying heart of Tianquan is the sharp sword hanging above their heads. Qian Xiaoxiao cannot hide here for the rest of his life.
And outside this village, the world has completely exploded because of what the two of them did.
Since joining the Xuantian Sect, whether it was to save Tianquan's life or because he had become unconcerned because of his practice of shadow-taking skills, Qian Xiaoxiao had killed many people.
She has the blood of righteousness on her hands, and there are more than one family. It can be said that in just over a year, from south to north, from east to west, almost all the famous forces in the world have had some trouble with her.
Some of them were even bloody feuds, not to mention the Five Sacred Mountains, such as Kunlun, Emei, Wudang, Shaolin, etc. Almost all disciples of these first-class sects died at the hands of Qian Xiaoxiao.
The siege in Dongdu was just the beginning, a foreshadowing. Tianquan, a disciple of the Qingcheng sect, and the saint of the Xuantian sect were unclear. Everyone gave Yushu face, and there was no second.
Kill him instantly.
However, their patience was rewarded with unscrupulous humiliation by these two men. All the knights who participated in the battle of Dongdu were killed at the hands of these two men, which was a slap in the face to all factions in the world.
If someone dies, who will be responsible for it? Tianquan of the Qingcheng faction is the best choice. Among the Taoist sects, the attitude of criticizing Master Yushu is very fierce at this moment.
Wudang Fengshan did not participate in Jianghu affairs. Kunlun was worried about the friendship between the two factions and did not speak out immediately, but Emei did not have those scruples. Su Xiuxiu immediately notified the Qingcheng faction to hand over Tianquan, otherwise they would do it themselves
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Master Yushu was in a dilemma. He knew very well that although his disciples valued love and justice, they were by no means indifferent to right from wrong. He could not teach him to kill innocent disciples indiscriminately.
It has to be said that Master Yushu's accuracy in judging people is worthy of his reputation. Tianquan has indeed never made a fatal move. Even in the battle of Dongdu, he even understood the strongest fractal sword in the sword-controlling technique by chance.
Although he had a sharp killing weapon in his hand, Tianquan kept in mind the teachings of his master. He did not kill anyone indiscriminately, at most he only beat them until they lost the ability to fight back.
It was precisely because of this compassion that Tian Quan, whose martial arts skills had obviously improved a lot, was still defeated in the siege of everyone. If Qian Xiaoxiao hadn't come to the rescue, this matter would probably have been out of trouble for the Qingcheng Sect.
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Although Qian Xiaoxiao didn't have any scruples in making her move, her eyes were full of Tianquan and she only cared about rescuing the other party. She had no spare thought to kill a few more people.
Since Tianquan didn't kill anyone and Qian Xiaoxiao didn't kill everyone, the only one who could take action was the third person outside the battle.
Huangfu Xiaoyuan led his men unceremoniously and harvested all the knights who had fought a fierce battle. The Jinyiwei took away their lives. They were grateful for the bad reputation and returned it to Tianquan and Qian Xiaoxiao.
It stands to reason that there is actually a fourth force in the Eastern Capital, and that is Shangguan's wife, Le Zhili, who not long ago led many experts to save people from thousands of miles away.
However, long before the Battle of Dongdu began, Ying Wushang came to discuss the matter with the Shangguan family.
"My cousin and Master Wen are not here. Mr. Shangguan is so generous. It really opened my eyes." Ying Wushang came up and spoke the first sentence, which made Shangguan's receptionist named Lin speechless.
"My lord, you are joking." They couldn't bear to lose face because of the family scandal, but considering the identity of the other party... they should bear it.
After Ying Wushang smiled, he immediately went straight to the point: "Master Yushu is coming. Actually, this old boy is quite boring. How can a young man grow up if he doesn't hit his head and bleed bloody? He thinks he can keep him alive for the rest of his life.
Will your precious disciple be protected under your wings?"
A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of Shangguan's master named Lin, and then he said in a low voice: "Baby birds have to learn how to fly by themselves. Master Yushu is too protective, which is also a kind of harm. The Shangguan family cannot bear to have a generation of young talents.
Destroyed by the kindness of such a woman."
The smile on Ying Wushang's face deepened: "Sure enough, it is convenient to talk to smart people, but can you make the decision for my cousin?"
The master surnamed Lin was silent for a moment and said: "I am quite trusted by the head of the family. This time I came to the Eastern Capital, it is my duty to assist. As long as I explain it clearly, my wife will not object."