Thick fog filled the air, the quiet river was gurgling, and waves of water hit the rocks, stirring up layers of spray!
Night falls quietly, the sky is dark, and the whole world is dark.
The stone arch bridge was filled with a suffocating and depressing atmosphere.
In the thick fog, there stood five mysterious figures of different heights and thinness. They were all dressed in black clothes and hats, and each of them exuded a terrifying aura.
Under the cover of the dark night, their figures were looming, like ghosts. In such an environment, it seemed especially strange.
Just now, Liu Qing, the strongest man in the convoy, was severely injured by an arrow. He shouted out loudly for the Arrow God Clan and the Xuanyuan Family. From his expression, he could already see the shock from his heart.
In this land of Canglan, many common people are very unfamiliar with the Arrow God clan and have almost never heard of it. Why?
Because the Arrow God clan is very mysterious in the Canglan land, almost only the top forces can come into contact with it.
It is said that the members of the Arrow God clan all take Xuanyuan as their surname. The clan members are few and far between, and they hide in the mountains and swamps. They make a living by hunting all year round and rarely appear in the world.
They have no ambition to dominate the world, so few people know of their existence. However, they have an ability that makes everyone fear them, and that is their superb archery skills.
The arrow that hit Liu Qing hard just now was obviously made by a member of the Arrow God clan.
Only after their archery skills reach a certain level can they severely injure or even kill the strongest people at the peak innate level.
However, the people of the Xuanyuan family have always been indifferent to fame and wealth, and have few desires. It has been many years since I saw them take action.
Unexpectedly, this time people from the Arrow God clan were actually dispatched, and they used their trump card as soon as they arrived, severely injuring Liu Qing.
It is enough to explain one thing. They came to intercept Luo Xiangling this time with full confidence.
The convoy and the five men in black stood on the east and west sides of the stone arch bridge, with the distance between the two sides nearly thirty feet.
Ever since Liu Qing was hit by a white stream of light and sent flying seven to eight feet, the entire convoy became completely silent.
Whether it was Nangong Jin, Qin Hong, or Kou Qing, they all looked extremely ugly when they looked at Liu Qing, who was seriously injured by an arrow.
While they were angry, a chill also ran straight from the soles of their feet to their foreheads.
You must know that Liu Qing is the strongest peak swordsman in the entire team. Along the way, he has relied on him to solve many difficult problems before he can reach this point.
And now, after being hit hard by the enemy with one move, how should the next situation end?
Rely on Nangong Jin and Qin Hong?
Or that group of well-trained Silver Scale Army?
You must know that the five people blocking the stone arch bridge now are not ordinary people. Almost all of them are top masters who have reached the sword master level.
Apart from the five major wealthy families, there is no one else in the world who can dispatch such a grand display to deal with the Silver Scale Army of the Nangong Family.
What kind of hatred could lead to sending so many masters to intercept and kill him?
Lu Chen and the other three stood in the crowd, watching this scene silently, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.
"Hey, isn't this the group of people we met on the road before? Why are they here."
"It seems that they have been following the convoy all the way and have been preparing for an opportunity!"
"There seems to be something good to watch!" Lu Chen crossed his arms and watched this scene with interest.
On the dark bridge, it was quiet, and one could clearly hear Liu Qing's moans from serious injuries. Veins popped up on his forehead, his arms were broken, and most of his internal organs were shocked. Although he would not die for a while, his body was already weak.
Stand up and face the enemy.
Taotao, Qin Hong led the two silver-armored soldiers and ran forward quickly, helped Liu Qing up who was lying on the ground, and looked solemnly at the five figures in front of him, his face full of unprecedented solemnity.
"Everyone, my master would like to invite Miss Luo to come!"
"Trouble, make way!" A burly man in the lead said with a stern expression.
Upon hearing these words, all the Silver Scales troops uniformly raised their spears and stood ready, as if they were facing a formidable enemy!
Kou Qing walked up to the carriage calmly and slipped out a black short blade from his sleeve with a cold look on his face.
The Nangong family pondered for a moment, and Nangong Jin took the lead to step out with a heroic look on his face: "When you invite someone to be a guest, at least be polite."
"With such a rash collision, didn't your master teach you etiquette?"
The cold voice resounded on the river, which seemed extremely harsh.
"Haha, I'm sorry, I'm just cleaning up some people who are getting in the way. Although we are a little rude, we are still very sincere!" The middle-aged man sneered, with a hint of ridicule flashing in the corner of his eyes.
Nangong Jin said coldly: "Now Miss Luo is a guest of my Nangong family. When I send her back, it won't be too late for you to invite her as a guest again!"
"That won't work. My master sent us out to greet her with such a grand ceremony. How could we have to return without success!" The man in black said with a domineering voice, holding a simple-looking silver sword.
Just as Nangong Jin was about to speak, Qin Hong next to him checked Liu Qing's injuries, turned his head angrily, and yelled: "You bastard, you dare to touch someone from the Nangong family, are you tired of living?"
"Haha, the Nangong family, isn't it amazing?" The middle-aged man in black showed a meaningful smile.
Qin Hong drew out his sword and pointed it at the ground. The blade reflected a cold brilliance.
"If you want to take her away, Miss Luo, then ask my sword first if you agree!" Qin Hong shouted coldly, because Liu Qing's injury had already made her extremely angry.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and in the hazy mist came the sarcastic laughter of the man in black: "You ignorant woman, you will pay the price for your stupid behavior!"
"You bastard, you hurt my Uncle Liu, how dare you act so arrogant here!" Qin Hong shouted, and with a whoosh, his whole body suddenly turned into an afterimage and sprang out.
Seeing this scene, Nangong Jin was shocked: "Come back, Aunt Qin!"
But it was too late for her words.
The moment Qin Hong sprang out like lightning, the middle-aged man in black stood still, while two figures on his left, one on the left and one on the right, sprang out almost at the same time like lightning.
At the same time as they jumped out, the two turned over their palms, and two sharp silver daggers appeared.
Brush! Brush! Brush!
The four silver daggers were spinning erratically in the palms of their hands, as if they had spirituality, they flew over and stabbed Qin Hong's figure like lightning.
A fierce battle between the two sides is about to break out!
Qin Hong held a sharp sword and swung it quickly, slashing three times in a row!
The first sword knocked away the man in black on the left, and then he quickly pulled the sword horizontally, blocking the rapid stabbing of the man in black on the right with a silver dagger, shining with cold light.
There were two dings, and the crisp sound of the sword's blade striking was heard.
The last sword swept out, slashing diagonally towards the opponent's head.
The black-clothed human body moves quickly, taking an erratic step sideways and turning around to avoid it like a ghost.
Qin Hong then turned around and swept over with a kick, forcing the man in black on the right to take two steps back.
The moment the two men in black retreated, their figures blurred. They held silver daggers entwined with wisps of strange gray air. They slashed from various angles and stabbed with countless sword shadows.
Whisper, swipe, swipe, the air rang with bursts of sound, and the fierce momentum was rising steadily, constantly pressing towards Qin Hong.
Facing the opponent's futile momentum, Qin Hong's whole body surged with surging Xiantian Yuan, and the sword blade wrapped around a stream of water and swiftly slashed through it, like a continuous undulating wave.
The figures on both sides sometimes intersect, sometimes collide with each other, and sometimes flash around quickly.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sword blades collided fiercely with each other, like the knocking of silverware, making continuous sounds.
Just when the two sides were fighting inextricably, the man in black on the left suddenly changed his momentum, retreated erratically, his body was low, his back was arched, and he kicked the ground, causing a crack in the hard ground.
A crack appeared and pounced on Qin Hong like a wild beast.
The palm is slightly clenched, showing the shape of a sharp claw, and it is quickly swept towards the face.
Qin Hong was frantically entangled with the man in black on the right and was unable to fight back.
"Poof!" Blood bloomed, and Qin Hong's left shoulder was instantly scratched with three blood marks.
The man in black on the right took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack. He threw out his black dagger and shot towards Qin Hong's heart like a hidden weapon.
With a hiss, the black dagger instantly turned into a stream of light and shot out.
Qin Hong was horrified, and was about to die when a white afterimage suddenly came from behind and grabbed Qin Hong's shoulder like lightning to avoid the flying dagger.
The cold air filled the air, and the white and tender palms were covered with a layer of frost, and they hit the man in black on the left hard.
The fists and palms collided violently, with a muffled sound, and both sides violently retreated.
When Jingjing took a look, it turned out that the white afterimage turned out to be Nangong Jin. It was she who intercepted the dagger at the critical moment and saved Qin Hong.
The two sides faced each other, and the scene suddenly became quiet. All four pairs of eyes looked at their opponents with strong fighting intent.
"Aunt Qin, are you okay?" Nangong Jin said expressionlessly. The cold wind hit her and kept lifting the white scarf on her face, revealing a shockingly beautiful face.
Qin Hong gritted her silver teeth, with cold sweat on her forehead, and said slowly: "It's okay, these guys are difficult to deal with, let's work together to deal with them!"
"Well, these guys are indeed troublesome. If you want to defeat them, you have to use all your strength, but I am enough!" Nangong Jin's eyes were extremely cold, and the cold murderous intent was reflected in his phoenix eyes.
Qin Hong glanced at the man in black in front of him who had not yet made a move, with an ugly expression on his face: "If we can't even deal with them, we are doomed. Those guys behind are the really difficult characters!"
"Yes!" Nangong Jin nodded, his eyes completely indifferent.
Feeling the slightly disadvantageous situation, Qin Hong said with a depressed look: "If we lose, I will stop the enemy at that time, and you can take Brother Liu and the others out of here first!"
"Don't say anything stupid. Our Nangong family has no habit of abandoning our companions casually!" Nangong Jin held the Feixue Sword in her right hand and suddenly took a step forward, gently stroking the snow-white blade with her left hand.
