Chapter 123: Aftermath

The flames of light illuminated the surroundings, and the girl's eyes were unbelievable, and she said aloud, "Besides the cliff, Houshan is Laoshan. How did you get up?"
Listening to the girl's voice, Pei Ziyun's eyes were cold, and the visitor was not good. Is it a cottage enemy?
"kill!"
There were more than twenty mountain people around him, with murderous on their bodies, and the swords on the waist were pulled out. The swords were in the fire light with a sense of murder, and they screamed, surrounded and besieged. The momentum was amazing.
"kill"
Pei Ziyun pulled out the long sword, sneered, and the sword light suddenly burst out. The flare of the sword flew out instantly, and a thin force of hair was on the knife. The long knife was tilted and almost released.
"噗" A blood hole appeared in the throat of this person for a moment.
Then the sword light was cut off, and Pei Ziyun's figure appeared. When he reached the right rib of the person, the person could not escape at all. In, the sword tip passed through the viscera and stirred.
"Uh ..." He said time and time, and the two fell down with a sullen hum.
"Kill, follow the master to kill the enemy."
"Kill, kill him!" Someone screamed, and a few knives were cut off instantly.
"Flash!"
At this moment, a burst of white light exploded in an instant, and everyone's eyes brightened, and they could not see immediately.
"Kill!" Pei Ziyun flashed to the left, the sword picked, the sharp point penetrated into one's left, and then pulled out, another flash, the sword relentlessly penetrated into one's heart.
He moved along, Jianguang flashed, and his throat was torn and blood splashed around him.
The flash effect faded, and the mountain warrior pounced on, seeing the thriller, screaming: "Witchcraft, witchcraft of the high priest!"
"Don't panic." Just then, a middle-aged mountaineer came up and shouted, "Come to come!"
Sword light came head-on.
"Warrior, warrior!" The shy mountain folk warriors who had been timid all shouted,
There was a cloud in the sky, and it dispersed at this moment. The cold moonlight and the shining starlight, Jianjian, and Jianguang flashed. The middle-aged mountaineer's head flew out. At this time, he opened his mouth wide and suffered a bit of misery. Call out.
The cry was less than a tenth of a second, and the body rushed forward, the servant fell down, fell to the ground, and stood up, half-upright, and cut off his head, and a large red and white thing popped up. Then there were no more sounds or movements, and he fell down again.
Until then, Pei Ziyun retreated for the first time, avoiding two swords.
It is extraordinary to make Pei Ziyun concede. The two people in front of him are both very bright, but they are only a teenager. Although they are tall, they have a childish face, and there is another middle-aged man with a soaring eyebrow and a face. Wind and frost.
"It is the sword technique developed in the killing."
"It's a bit like a sword in the army, it's just weirder."
The stalemate was short-lived. The next moment, the three of them staggered, listening only to the sound of a "slap," a shoulder cut off his arm and flew out, his fingers stretched out in midair, as if he wanted to catch something, but only air.
With a bang, Pei Ziyun blocked the attack from the young man, and the middle-aged man who lost his arm clenched the knife in his right hand. Moonlight reflected on his face, without any pain, but he seemed to bring some anger, and continued to rush before.
"噗"
This time the long sword pierced from the left side, the middle-aged man's eyes opened wide, and the blood fountain spurted out. Pei Ziyun drew his sword sharply and backed away, and again opened the young man's knife.
"You are so young without a master, and the sword is so horrible that you are born with spirituality."
"Unfortunately, meet me, or die!"
I can make Pei Ziyun unable to keep his hands. Both of them are hard-working and precise martial arts people. However, this young man is still above the line.
Sword is the art of war, so Pei Ziyun first killed the weak first-line people. For a moment, the two did not act immediately, but just stood still.
It was only a second or two. The young man's eyes appeared to be murderous. Childishness had been replaced by a dark and terrible killing intention. Suddenly, the young man and the leopard rushed up. This was a lightning strike.
"Bound!" Perhaps a gap just now was for the purpose of accumulating strength and murderous power. Unfortunately, Pei Ziyun was not just a warrior. This gap also gave him the opportunity to perform.
The juvenile's body was stiff, which was almost negligible, but the victory and death had been separated. Jian Guangxi penetrated the skin, cut the muscles, cut off the nerves and blood vessels, and penetrated the heart.
少年 The boy was looking weird. He stunned, released his long knife and fell to the ground, and touched the sword. The next moment, the sword was pulled out, and the boy fell on his back.
"Dajiu father and son are dead, Dajiu father and son are dead!" Shanmin warriors on the field are wearing fear, with some disbelief.
The information is wrong. The village clearly said that the person was a priest and he passed on the fire, so the poisonous snake in the mountain was cut off by fire to prevent it from being summoned, and it could be killed. Such martial arts swordsmanship, even hundreds of miles of famous swordsman, were instantaneous. Dying.
"Follow the young master, kill!" He Qingqing could not help but hesitated, and killed with a knife.
"Go to death, we won't let the high priest come back again." The mountain warrior was panicking at this moment, and seemed to have been driven mad, and a warrior shouted and fluttered up with a slap in his face.
The dagger light approached, He Qingqing smiled coldly, and the sword also slashed up, several rounds, passed by, Samurai, covering his throat and fell to the ground.
"How about the master's side?" He Qingqing thought, looking back, seeing Pei Ziyun wearing the crowd in one glance. When Jian Guang arrived, he was not an enemy at all. In a blink of an eye, seven or eight people beheaded and killed. Jianguang flashed with blood splattering, and even because of one enemy, he could not have the elegance of "killing a little blood", even if it was Pei Ziyun's current swordsmanship, he would definitely have been hacked to death by this kind of sword-so he arrived Where, with the blood, there are various limbs flying out.
In less than a minute, there were all corpses and blood nearby, and the rest seemed to be mad by this situation, or didn't have time to feel scared, but just slashed madly, even if he didn't care about himself, He Qingqing could see a person being killed. Cut off his arm by himself.
But Jianguang is still there, and the people around him decrease rapidly. The last one shows a weird smile, then the head is separated, and two round eyes fall out of the eye sockets!
I have no enemies, only one holds a knife and trembles in front of Pei Ziyun.
说 "Say, who sent you?" Pei Ziyun wiped his sword with his hand and sneered, his body was covered with blood and sweat, and he was close to running out of oil.
"Kill!" Although the mountain warrior trembled and slammed on him, Pei Ziyun hit the sword, and the sword flew out. The sword was held against the warrior's neck, and he was asked. .
"噗!" A large puff of blood spurted out, and then immediately fell to the ground, the blood bleed to the ground, and there was no land, with some light in his eyes, and some hope.
At this time, the enemy killed as many as possible, and He Qingqing was pale, showing that the scene she saw was quite shocked. The two mountain warriors who followed him fell down on their knees and shouted, "Young master, the thief counts.
The body trembled, showing that his heart was in full satisfaction.
He Qingqing seemed to hear a voice on one side, and quickly stepped forward: "Master, I seem to hear the sound of drums and shouts."
Pei Ziyun also immediately responded and said, "It's not good, it's Zhaizi, enemy attacks, quickly, go back."
The four ran, and looked far away. In the dark night, a gentle black snake surrounded Qianshan, slowly pressed down with the light of fire. At first glance, the appearance of a torch of 2,000 tones echoed each other. Seeing the shadows of his own cottage seems to be very flustered.
"Fast, fast!" The four of them rushed to get closer, and saw the cottage beating the torch. Several people were patrolling on it. The four talents were close to each other, and the people on the cottage shouted far away: "But the host and young master? "
"It's us." He Qingqing stepped forward to answer, listening to the girl's words, the talents on the wall breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted, "Fast, fast, quickly hang the basket for the owner and young master!"
Obediently, the people on the wall put a hanging basket. The four of them went up twice and reached the wall. He saw a familiar person coming out, and He Qingqing was relieved, fortunately: "Fortunately, there is no thing."
"Zhai Zhuo, Xiao Zhuo, today I don't know why. The five nearby zhaizis suddenly went up the mountain and attacked them, and they wanted to knock them down."
Pei Ziyun has not spoken yet, and there are sudden footsteps in the private house under the wall.
The rapid footsteps came from different directions and began to have no rhythm, but as the footsteps approached, each other ~ EbookFREE.me ~ gradually formed a rhythm.
Soon under the glimmer of the stars and moon, there were people around, gathered hundreds of people, men and women, young and old, all the original torn clothes were gone, and they all wore a special kind of clothes that looked like some kind of military uniform. With a dull red.
Yesterday, the old wrinkled man wore gorgeous clothes, which seemed to be some kind of priest clothes, holding a black flag and blowing a whistle. These people, even the elderly and even the young girls, stopped and stood upright. At every turn, they are arranged in three rows.
With the completion of the array, the right arm of the three teams shook together, the cloth cover flew out, and there was a cold light in the blink of an eye. It turned out that this was a long knife, similar to a Miao knife, three feet long, without a handle, and the edge of the blade was cold , Indicating its sharpness.
"Bai Lian long sword, this murderous, this array!"
"I can't eat anything and my clothes are torn, but the flags, uniforms, and weapons remain intact."
Pei Ziyun only glanced at it for a moment, and an indescribable current rushed into his head from his back.
Yesterday when I went up the mountain myself, I saw all the breathless mountain people oppressed by poverty, so although the girl said several times that all the remaining are the most devout believers, Pei Ziyun didn't take it to heart. In my mind, this is what I need to take care Just people.
I can see the true color in this column.
"Young Master, all members of the Lumen Army are here." The old man shouted loudly, the black flag was flying in the air, all the men, women and children entered the battle. Seeing this, even He Qingqing couldn't help but open his mouth, Pei Ziyun glanced at him, understand.
"He Qingqing is just secular management, and this old 妪 is the one who holds the banner!"
"Uncle Shi was the king by events. I used to think it was ridiculous. Now it seems that those who can make things happen are extraordinary."
"Twenty years, these last sins are still in my last breath!"