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Part Two: Yitian Chapter 316: Taking Action

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    Chapter 316 Take action

    He was extremely nervous, the long knife in his hand trembled slightly, and his two fingers tightened slightly, when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind, but the other three people also followed.

    They also became more and more aware of the strangeness of this carriage. The two horses stood motionless in the snow, as if they were two statues. Otherwise, they would not be so calm despite being blown by such a biting cold wind.

    ¡°Let¡¯s go and take a look together.¡± The leader waved his hand and took the lead, slowly approaching the carriage with a wary look on his face.

    They walked slowly and approached slowly. When they were about two feet away, the carriage suddenly moved and changed.

    ¡°Yu¡ªYu¡ª¡± the horse neighed suddenly.

    The horses' neighing was so loud that it could be heard within a radius of two miles in the silent night. Not only because of the silence of the night, but also because the two horses were full of energy. Although the neighing was low, it was like the sound of gold and stone.  The sound and movement of the clouds are like those of a martial arts master.

    The four people stopped in a hurry and looked at the two white horses that turned quietly and faced them. Under the clear light of the moon, their eyes were like gems reflected in the sun, and their brilliance was bright.

    The gazes they shot were like sharp arrows, penetrating directly into the depths of one's heart, making one feel guilty and timid, which was extremely strange.

    They shook their heads, thinking it was their hallucination, tightened the long swords or knives around their waists, took steps again, and slowly approached.

    "Yu¡ª¡ª!" The two horses neighed again, their hooves lightly digging into the thick snow, their eyes looking sharper, conveying a warning.

    Although the four of them could see it clearly, they really didn't want to believe it. They just thought that they were being careless, so they ignored it and continued to get closer.

    The door of the carriage was opened, and at the same time a delicate voice came: "Ma, Ma, what's wrong with you?"

    But it was Qing'er who heard Baima's warning. She was confused but distressed, so she hurriedly ran out to have a look.

    As soon as he opened the car door, he saw four people approaching slowly.

    "Who are you?" Qing'er was not afraid, she hummed sweetly, pouting her lips. It was them who made the horses neigh, and she couldn't help but feel a bit hostile.

    The sound insulation effect in the carriage is excellent. If it weren't for the white horse's strong energy, which was like gold and stone and extremely penetrating, they wouldn't be able to hear it.

    Song Wenqing didn't hear anyone approaching. Hearing Qing'er's words, Song Wenqing got off the couch and came to the car door. He glanced at the swords at their waists, and then at their gazes and demeanor.  .

    "Qing'er, you go in first." She gently patted Qing'er on the back and whispered.

    "Oh, yes, Aunt Qing." Qing'er nodded obediently, stepped away, and returned to the carriage. However, she opened the silk curtain of the Xuan window and looked out from the window.

    "I wonder if you heroes are okay?" Song Wenqing stood in front of the car door, bowed and asked lightly, his expression cold.

    The leader¡¯s narrow eyes flashed, and while Qing¡¯er was returning, he looked into the car, but was covered by the moon-white door curtain of the car, making him even more curious.

    Seeing Song Wenqing's question, he turned his gaze back and looked at Song Wenqing. He couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring in his heart. He clasped his fists and said, "I'm sorry! The people below are looking for my young lady. She was plotted against and was seriously injured. Now  I don¡¯t know whether I¡¯m dead or alive¡­I wonder if the girl saw it?¡±

    Song Wenqing's eyes flashed and he nodded: "I see. It's a pity that we were in a hurry and were afraid of missing Sutou, but in the end we didn't catch up and didn't pay attention to anything else."

    At this time, one of the four people suddenly lay down on the ground, stretched out his nose and sniffed, then climbed on the ground a few times using his hands and feet, and approached the carriage. When he looked up, he saw the big lantern-like eyes of the two white horses, with cold light flashing.  I trembled in my heart, stopped my movements and stood up.

    He patted the white snow on his knees and elbows, leaned close to the leader's ear, whispered something in a low voice, then glanced at Song Wenqing and retreated behind the leader.

    The leader's long and narrow face suddenly changed, and his gaze towards Song Wenqing became sharp, like two sharp swords piercing her eyes.

    Song Wenqing's expression was cold and his eyes were calm. When he met his sword-like gaze, he remained calm, like a stone dropped into the swamp without causing any ripples.

    "Hey, girl, why do you need to hide it? My lady is in your car!" The leader sneered, his eyes like blades, looking at Song Wenqing coldly without blinking.

    "Why did you say this?!" Song Wenqing said calmly, Yingying glanced at the person lying on the ground just now, and frowned secretly.

    "Hey, the girl concealed the news about the young lady for no reason. I wonder what her motives are?!" The man snorted coldly, and slowly touched the hilt of the sword with his slender hand.

    Song Wenqing knew that Jiang Suning¡¯s existence could no longer be concealed, and they must have harboredSecret method, but she still had doubts in her heart, suspecting that they were the ones who were hunting.

    If it were someone with little martial arts experience, he would have been overjoyed and informed the visitor that Jiang Suning was here, but Song Wenqing was extremely smart. Although he had little martial arts experience, he was extremely careful in his actions and would rather miss than make a mistake.

    "You have mistaken the person. She is just my niece." Song Wenqing shook his head and said calmly with a calm expression.

    "Then, don't blame me for being rude!" The leaders of the four slowly unsheathed their swords. The sword's light was like water, and it looked even more quiet and cold in the night.

    "Boss, you can't kill a chicken with a knife, let me do it for you!" One of the short and thin men suddenly stood up and said with cupped fists.

    The leader looked at Song Wenqing, who was as pale as a chrysanthemum, and then at the men beside him, and nodded: "Don't underestimate the enemy, he is a master!"

    "Don't worry, boss, don't worry, little brother!" The man patted his chest, pulled out a long knife from his waist, and stepped forward.

    "Yu¡ª¡ª!" The horse neighed again.

    The four of them felt their heads roaring, golden light flashing in front of their eyes, and they could hardly stand still.

    But the two white horses noticed their hostility and were no longer polite. Their screams resounded through the sky and vibrated for miles. The woods nearby shook slightly, and white snow fell on the trees.

    The short and thin man was about thirty years old. Although he was small, he had a loud voice and a rough tone. He shook his head vigorously, shook the stars in front of his eyes, took two steps back, stared at the two white horses, and screamed strangely.  : "Damn, what kind of weird horse is this?!"

    "You're the weird one!" Qing'er's beautiful face flashed out from Song Wenqing's shoulders, she shouted sweetly, her face full of anger. She loved the two white horses so much that she couldn't bear to be slandered by others.

    "You little girl, get out of the way, don't splash blood!" The man chuckled, his eyes glaring, and turned around Qing'er's chest and abdomen.

    Qing'er's pretty face changed, and she sank down, filled with evil anger. She had seen his eyes like this many times, and she had hurt a lot of people because of it. These lustful thieves deserved to die!

    "Qing'er, go back, don't come out!" Song Wenqing turned his back to her and shouted in a deep voice.

    "Aunt Qing" Qing'er was quite reluctant.

    "Back off!" Song Wenqing snorted lightly.

    "Okay" Qing'er pouted her lips and reluctantly agreed. Before leaving, she said unwillingly: "This guy is very bad, Aunt Qing should teach him a lesson!"

    Song Wenqing nodded slightly, her eyes focused on the long knife that the man slowly drew out.

    This long knife is extremely long, about half of his body length. When held in his hand, it seems that he will be crushed to the ground by the long knife. There are several small gaps on the blade, and it does not seem to be sharp.

    Song Wenqing knew that this was the result of murder. Just looking at the gap, he knew that he had several lives in his hands. He must be a fierce and cruel person, and there was no need to hold back.

    She floated to the ground from the carriage, leaving only a shallow footprint on the thick soft snow. She moved lightly with lotus steps, wearing a moon-white shirt, and left the white horse and came to the four of them.

    "Girl, please!" The short and thin man raised his long knife upright in front of his forehead, shouted, jumped out, held the knife in both hands, and slashed straight down.

    This move split Huashan Mountain with great momentum, as if one knife could split the earth. Before the knife arrived, the sea on Song Wenqing's forehead was already fluttering.

    "Hi¡ª¡ª!" The sword light flashed, Song Wenqing's figure closed with the sword, and he suddenly floated up, dodging Huashan's powerful sword, and the sword tip was already pointed towards his chest and ribs.

    "Hey!" The man faced the sword point between his chest and ribs without any panic. He exhaled loudly, pressed his wrist, and used his right foot as a pivot. He twisted his waist and abdomen, and the long sword changed from downward slash to diagonal slash, making a slash.  The silver-white horses are extremely beautiful under the moonlight.

    In the carriage, Qing'er was kneeling on the couch, watching the action through the window. Suddenly she heard a movement, turned around and saw Jiang Suning about to get up, and hurriedly shouted: "Sister Jiang, don't move."

    "I'll go take a look." Jiang Suning still held up his arms and wanted to stay.

    Qing'er jumped up and landed in front of Jiang Suning's bed. She quickly held down her arm and said urgently: "You can't move!"

    ??He hurriedly comforted him: "Don't worry, my Aunt Qing's martial arts is extremely powerful. These four people are nothing at all!"

    "They are the ones who are chasing me." Jiang Suning smiled bitterly. She had no strength and could only lie down again. Her curved eyebrows were furrowed, which only made me feel pity for them.

    "I know they have bad intentions, hum! Aunt Qing has seen through them a long time ago!" Qing'er straightened up and raised her head proudly.

    "But their martial arts are very powerful"

    "Don't worry, no matter how powerful you are, you can't compare to Aunt Qing!" Qing'er waved her little hand with a firm expression.

    But the situation outside is not the sameAs she thought, Song Wenqing was downwind at this time, struggling to hold on under the strong wind and rain of the long sword, like a small boat in the roaring waves of the sea, looking extremely dangerous.
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