God catches no trace

Chapter 138

Chapter 23: Raid

"You don't have to hide it from me. That day at the "Xiujianyuan" in the villa, he kept calling Yiyi out of composure. I wondered if you looked very similar to his former lady."

"Sister is really smart, but you didn't expect that Brother Sang has never had a wife. Yiyi was his favorite person. He didn't want to tell you about this past. My guess is that he doesn't want his scars to be uncovered again. Two, I'm afraid you will be jealous." Li Qiuyu said with a sigh.

It's impossible to be jealous, it's true that Brother Wuhen doesn't want to expose his scars.Shui Sheng thought, and then asked: "Then please tell me, what happened between the two of them?"

"Seeing that you are so infatuated with him, I can tell, but..."

"But what?" Shui Sheng interrupted her anxiously.

"After I told you, I hope I won't say a word in front of him in the future. Just pretend that you don't know anything, and it's still the same as before, just do what you should do."

"Please rest assured, sister."

"Thinking about it, you should be able to rest assured. You have been wondering for so long, and you have kept it in your heart. You have never seen that you have asked any questions about such things in front of him."

"Let's talk." Shui Sheng looked up at her with eyes full of expectation.

"Your brother Wuhen called Yiyi, whose surname is Shang."

"Shang Yiyi?"

"Yes, she is my senior sister."

"Ah." This sentence was beyond Shui Sheng's expectation.

"However, when the master accepted me, the senior sister had already passed away."

"How did you die?"

So Li Qiuyu told her the story Sang Wuhen told her in the secret passage that day in great detail.

After hearing this, Shui Sheng's eyes suddenly turned red, and he swallowed hard: "Sister Shang is willing to sacrifice herself in order to let her beloved catch the criminal. Who in the world can have this kind of righteousness? It turns out that Brother Wuhen really has been burdened Bearing the love debt and the eternal pain in his heart. He lived a very hard life, very hard."

When Li Qiuyu heard these words, she also sighed in her heart, and comforted her: "Sister, brother Sang also said: Yiyi passed away, and I can only miss you for the rest of my life. He just can't let you down now."

"I know, he is a person who values ​​love and righteousness." Shui Sheng took out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes. "If something like this happens to me, I will be like Sister Shang."

"Silly sister, what are you thinking, your swordsmanship is so strong, who can control it."

"Sister, I really feel sorry for Sister Shang. How could she have suffered like this?" Shui Sheng seemed unable to suppress her emotions, and cried on Li Qiuyu's chest.

"Okay, okay, you're making me feel bad."

"Sister, let me cry for a while."

Alas, like a child, you can't blame her. Anyone who hears such a story will reveal their true feelings, but it depends on whether they can control it.

About 3 minutes passed.

Shui Sheng stopped crying.

Li Qiuyu slowly pushed her away.

Suddenly, there was the sound of chaotic footsteps outside.

"There are thieves."

Then a woman's voice was heard yelling.

"It's Sister Feng."

After Shui Sheng finished speaking, she flew towards the door and opened it with her hand.

With a glance: there are two figures in the hall downstairs, one in front and the other in the back, running towards the door, and the person behind is Feng Ruomei.

Seeing this scene, she didn't think about it, took a deep breath, performed the super light kung fu "Qingfengzui", leaped from upstairs, went straight through the living room, and came to the door.

Once he stood still, he swept around quickly, and the figure in front had already reached the roof of the house across the street. Feng Ruomei's lightness skills were obviously a lot worse, and he was only ten meters away from him.

Shui Sheng floated again, past her, "Sister Feng, you go back, leave this person to me."

Feng Ruomei heard the sound, and at a glance, Shui Sheng had already reached the roof, and there was no one left in an instant.

Such a handsome lightness skill, he praised in his heart: Sang Wuhen has such a person under his command.

After thinking about it, he turned and ran to the inn.

Just a few steps away.

Suddenly, there was a "buzzing" sound behind him.

"God dies."

Feng Ruomei understands that someone is attacking from behind, but at this time, she can't think too much, because if she slows down, the head will fall to the ground.

So she flew straight up on the spot, her body rolled in mid-air, and her hands quickly melted into palms.

A few movements are neat and neat, done in one go.

However, it was unexpected: before the palm came out, there was a white light like a snowball, covering his eyes, and he couldn't see the situation on the ground at all.

Sword move, the attacker is not alone.

Feng Ruomei was startled, her figure floated backwards, and quickly landed on the ground. Once she stood firm, she felt a sharp pain in her thigh.

hit.

She didn't have time to check it out.

It was too late to make a move.

The white light was like a wave, wave after wave, rolling towards him ferociously.

The opponent's swordsmanship was extremely fast.

It's too soon to know whether the other party is a man or a woman.

It's so fast that you don't even have a chance to make moves.

It doesn't give you any room to think
How aggrieved it is.

Li Qiuyu had just walked from the room to the door, seeing Feng Ruomei injured and her pink clothes fluttering, she called out, "Sister Feng, let me come."

As soon as the voice arrived, the slender right hand pinched her arm and pulled it back, and the left hand stretched out the "insulating palm" violently.

Two actions are performed at the same time.

Feng Ruomei didn't understand what was going on, she already retreated ten steps away.Maybe the injury was too deep, and I couldn't hold back and sat on the ground.

"Auntie, you are injured." Bing Qiaoer came out and quickly supported her.

Look at the situation on the field.

Li Qiuyu's palm fluttered out, and the internal force immediately formed a wall.

He stubbornly blocked the fast and fierce kendo, so that the opponent could no longer take half a step forward.

"Well, not bad." A delicate and crisp voice praised.

Apparently, the master swordsman had retreated.

Li Qiuyu's move worked.

Stand still.

At a distance of only seven or eight meters away from him, there are five or six masked figures that look like women.

She didn't allow him to breathe.Immediately afterwards, another delicate body jumped up, and both palms were raised together.

"Insulating Palm" is definitely comparable to Sang Wuhen's "Soul Chasing Palm".

If it weren't for the generation of women, this move alone would be enough to look down on the world.

In an instant, a gust of wind suddenly picked up, rolling up the dust all over the ground, and sweeping towards the opponent.

On the street, there were crowds of people in twos and threes seeing this, and they all ran around.

The five or six women also seemed a little surprised.

But it's definitely not a kind one. Seeing the palm wind is coming soon.

They flew up three feet high at the same time, the swords in the four hands were fast and fierce, with a cold light, holding countless white flowers, all pointing at Li Qiuyu.

There is another one, with a wave of hands, the sound of "buzzing" sounded.

The five people's move together is definitely overwhelming.

The momentum really gives people a feeling of being irresistible.

"Sister, be careful." Bing Qiaoer, who was bandaging Feng Ruomei's wound, glanced at her and knew something was wrong, and shouted.

As soon as Li Qiuyu's feet touched her, she heard the cry, and when she looked up, she saw the fierce swordsmanship in front of her eyes, which she had never seen in her life, plus the "buzzing" sound in her ears, "God's life is dead."

It is difficult for anyone to escape.

(End of this chapter)