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- Chapter 317 Broken Arm
The man's sword skills were extremely sharp. In the ice-like sword light, there was a lot of evil energy, and the sound of whimpering was faint, with a soul-stirring power.
Song Wenqing was the first to bear the brunt, feeling restless and dry, and could only perform 50% to 60% of his martial arts.
She forced herself to calm down and concentrate on the long sword, but the faint whimpering sound was all-pervasive, reaching her ears uncontrollably and affecting her mood.
Song Wenqing realized that the swordsmanship of the man opposite him was not that exquisite. It was earth-shaking. It was just a few moves, but they were all deadly moves. Each move was a move that would lead to the same death. He had no choice but to withdraw, otherwise, even if he stabbed him, he would be killed. When he was hit, he was seriously injured, and the gain outweighed the loss.
Qing'er saw the scene from the window, her brows furrowed, her little hands tightly clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white from too much force.
After watching for a while, seeing that Aunt Qing still failed to gain the upper hand, she couldn't help but worry anxiously. She turned around and asked Jiang Suning: "Sister Jiang, who are they? Their martial arts are so evil?"
"They are from the Gongsun family!" Jiang Suning's beautiful face showed resentment, and her beautiful eyes were filled with anger.
"The Gongsun family?" Qing'er tilted her head and shook her head: "I don't think I've heard of it!"
Jiang Suning's charming eyes suddenly widened, seemingly surprised: "The Gongsun family is a famous martial arts family, and many of its disciples are well-known in the martial arts world, with great momentum!"
"Really?" Qing'er asked lightly, then shook her head: "I really haven't heard of it. It seems like it's not that famous, right? I've heard of the Murong family!"
"" Jiang Suning was speechless, seemingly at a loss for words, and finally let out a wry smile: "Of course the Gongsun family cannot be compared with the Murong family"
"No wonder" Qing'er stared out the window with her almond-shaped eyes and nodded: "I told you, why haven't you heard of it?"
Although the Murong family in Gusu has declined, it has a strong foundation after all. After dormant for a period of time, it has risen again. Among the martial arts families, it is first and second.
Although the Gongsun family also has a certain status in the martial arts world, compared with the Murong family, it is just like the difference between a small sect and Wudang Shaolin.
Qing'er stared out the window, clenching her little hands in front of her chest, extremely nervous, and said bitterly: "This short man has some real skills when it comes to wielding a knife!"
Jiang Suning was lying on the couch, listening to the sounds outside, and heard Xiao Qing muttering, "That must be Gongsun Xiaoming, the Weeping Blood Sword, there is a mole on the right side of his nose, right?"
"I can't see clearly!" Qing'er shook her head in distress, wiped her almond-shaped eyes vigorously, looked at it carefully for a while, and nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, there is really a big mole next to the nose!"
"He is very difficult to deal with." Jiang Suning shook his head and sighed: "He is a brave person who is not afraid of death. Unless his martial arts is far better than him, it will be difficult to win!"
"He is just acting like a scoundrel!" Qing'er's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she hit her left palm hard with her right fist. She pursed her lips and said angrily: "If I wasn't afraid of hurting his life, my Aunt Qing would have killed him with a sword. Stabbed to death!¡±
"These people are extremely cunning. Miss Song must not fall into their trap!" Jiang Suning glanced at the door of the carriage, her charming face full of worry.
"Don't worry, how could they hide it from Aunt Qing?!" Qing'er curled her lips, dismissive and disapproving.
Jiang Suning smiled bitterly, unable to refute, and could only worry secretly.
"My dear, what a brilliant martial art!" Sun Xiaoming, the Weeping Blood Swordsman, laughed loudly. His sword was as long as a sword, twisting and turning around Song Wenqing, with a proud look on his face, as if he could capture it.
Song Wenqing's face was calm, as if she hadn't heard his words. Although she could only parry, the long sword was still tight and tight, and no water was exposed. The long sword's violent attacks like wind and rain were always difficult to really break through her sword. net.
"Fourth, work harder! It's getting late!" The leader looked a little impatient and shouted in a deep voice.
"Okay -!" Gongsun Xiaoming responded loudly. The long sword suddenly lit up, reflecting the coldness of the snow. The long sword was extremely fast. The originally faint whimpering could be clearly heard, making it even more listenable. Feeling upset and having difficulty concentrating.
Song Wen¡¯s clear eyes flashed, his white shining teeth bit his red lips, his expression was firm, he formed a sword formula with his left hand, lightly tapped his ear, and tapped the hilt of the sword with his right hand against his right ear.
Gongsun Xiaoming was inexplicably startled. He didn't know why. Suddenly, a cold light pierced his face, and the air was cold.
He did not dodge or dodge, and slashed horizontally with the long sword. The blade was three inches longer than the long sword. He could cut Song Wenqing into two pieces before stabbing himself.
Song Wenqing put a little white snow on the tip of his boots, moved one foot sideways, andAfter the long knife was cut horizontally, the sword was still stabbing quickly.
"Hey!" Gongsun Xiaoming was surprised and had to take a step back. The long knife was cut back again. Its power was like electricity and its speed was unparalleled.
Song Wenqing's figure floated, and he flashed past again, like a lotus gently swaying on the water. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at his throat, almost stabbing him.
Gongsun Xiaoming was shocked, and finally understood the reason for her weird behavior just now. She actually hit both ears and closed her hearing on her own.
"This woman acted so decisively, it was really terrifying. Gongsun Xiaoming had murderous intention for the first time. Such an enemy must be eliminated!"
"Hmm!" Song Wenqing couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt, stepped back two feet, turned around and looked back, but there was another short man holding a long sword, standing in the snow with a cold smile, the corners of his mouth pursed. , as if sarcastically, there was a trace of blood on the trembling sword tip, which was the blood on her body.
Song Wenqingming's eyes tightened, and he glanced at the man coldly. When he saw him sneering, he ignored him and turned around to look over his shoulder.
A piece of flesh has been cut off from the left shoulder, and blood is flowing like a column. However, the weather is very cold at this time, and it will be clotted quickly. It is not serious, it just hurts a little, but fortunately it is not poisonous!
Fortunately, she had a warning sign and slipped. Otherwise, this sword could have pierced her heart. This person has a vicious heart and is really hateful!
"Shameless! Shameless!" Qing'er shouted in the carriage, jumped on the couch, and scolded in a sweet voice: "Shameless guy, unexpectedly attacked my Aunt Qing!"
Jiang Suning was lying on the couch, annoyance flashed across her charming face, and she blamed herself for not remembering to remind Song Wenqing.
Because she was injured by a sneak attack by this group of people. Although her martial arts is not high, any one of them can easily defeat her, but they still used sneak attacks, which shows the character of these people. inferior.
"Is Aunt Qing injured?" She shook her head and asked hurriedly.
"I hurt my shoulder!" Qing'er nodded and stared outside intently.
That person made a sneak attack, but he guessed that Song Wenqing had sealed his ears. Lao Si's blood-crying sword technique disturbed people's minds. It was not surprising that many people sealed their ears to avoid interference, but she was more Just be more decisive.
"Fourth, you are too incompetent, I am the only one here to help!" The short man raised his index and middle fingers together, lightly wiped the long sword, wiped away the blood on the tip of the sword, and sneered.
"Huh, mind your own business!" Gongsun Xiaoming snorted angrily and glared at him.
"Okay, stop arguing, get rid of her quickly!" The boss waved his hand, said impatiently, and started walking towards the carriage.
"Yu¡ª¡ª!" The horse neighed again, and the two white horses neighed at the same time, high and loud, like a dragon's roar.
The leader's body swayed, and he felt his blood vibrating. His eyes roamed around the white horse, his eyes full of admiration, flashing with greed.
¡°Boss, these are two BMWs, do you want to snatch them away?¡± the person behind him whispered.
The leader glanced at him, his narrow eyes twinkling slightly, he rubbed the Yintang, thought for a moment, shook his head and sighed: "I must not be an ordinary person to have such a BMW, alas"
¡°There are so many of us, and in this weather, if we kill people, who will notice?!¡± The tall and thin man disagreed.
"Well, that makes sense" The leader nodded, moved again, and slowly approached.
The two white horses suddenly raised their front hooves, started to move, turned around, and were about to pull the cart away, but suddenly stopped.
"Who are you?!" A clear voice sounded slowly in the snow, and the voice seemed to come from all over the wilderness, everywhere.
The white shadow flashed, and the two people who were fighting with Song Wenqing paused and suddenly stopped. One held up a long sword and was about to chop it down, while the other stabbed with the long sword quickly, halfway through, but they were both frozen at this time. It's like turning into a statue.
Wen Yubing's tall figure appeared next to Song Wenqing. She gently patted Song Wenqing's back, and the gentle flow of water suddenly poured in.
The original fatigue and weakness dissipated, and the acupuncture points that sealed the ears were opened.
"Are you injured?" Wen Yubing saw the blood stains on her shoulder and asked lightly.
"Thankfully you guys arrived in time!" Song Wenqing took a long breath, glanced at Xiao Yuesheng who appeared next to the carriage, shook his head and said: "he was injured, just a flesh wound, nothing serious."
Qing'er ran out of the car, stood in front of the car door, and said loudly: "Brother Xiao, they are after Sister Jiang, and they also want to kill Aunt Qing!"
Xiao Yuesheng stood in front of the two of them and was sizing them up. Hearing Qing'er's words, he couldn't help but frown and his face darkened: "You haven't asked me your name yet?"
"I am a disciple of the Gongsun family, and I have been ordered to come here."It¡¯s best for you not to interfere with the traitor who has returned to the family! "The leader said solemnly, he was quite surprised and doubtful in his heart. He had no idea about Xiao Yuesheng's skills and body skills, but he could not bring down the family's face.
Xiao Yuesheng used his mind-reading skills to see through his thoughts. He shook his head and smiled: "Hey, the Gongsun family is so powerful that they actually bullied me!"
"I wonder who you are?" the leader asked hurriedly.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled faintly: "I am Xiao Nanqiu. I would like to send this message to the head of your family. If you want someone, you might as well send him to Shuiyun."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the short middle-aged man holding the sword: "That man leaves one arm, and you can leave." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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