The priest is a loser

"Qiuan!"

Liu Qiuan quickly let go of the hand holding the tree trunk, and at the very moment, he leaned back. The plum blossom dart carried a gust of cold wind, brushed past the tip of his nose, and sank into the dark green forest behind him. muffled sound.

He was unsteady, all his weight was on his head, the faint light from the gaps in the leaves sprinkled on his face, the gloomy dark clouds slowly moved in the sky, and his body quickly fell backwards.He thought silently in his heart, but he thought that Mu Changxian would catch him in a few seconds.

He only heard the slight sound of fallen leaves rustling from the ground. The fallen leaves were still floating slowly in mid-air when there was a hand covering his waist and his body gently fell into the embrace of the man. At this moment, the fallen leaves also Eloquently falling on the soft ground.

Liu Qiu'an stretched his fingers like onion roots, and then stretched out his index finger to make a hole in Mu Changxian's face: "It's half a second late, what should you do?"

"Leave it alone."

Mu Changxian put his arms around Liu Qiuan, letting him cling to him, but the three of them had already taken advantage of the situation to surround the two of them in a circle. Liu Qiuan pressed his face against Mu Changxian's chest, squeezed out his soft cheeks, and used the corners of his eyes to Glancing at them, he just snorted coldly.

He turned his head and buried himself in Mu Changxian's arms, and said in a muffled voice, "Take care of them first, and I'll take care of you later!"

Mu Changxian clenched his long sword tightly, nodded when he heard the words, and seemed to realize that the person in his arms couldn't see his movements, so he responded, "Okay."

Before he could finish his sentence, one of the three men rushed up first. This man had a mole around his mouth, and he looked fierce. He didn't have the gentlemanly demeanor that a swordsman should have.And that elegant long sword seemed to be picked up by him casually.

He slashed the sword like a knife, although he did not use it properly, the strength of the swing was extraordinary, after that, the other two also launched an offensive, approaching from both sides behind Mu Changxian and Liu Qiu'an, trying to cooperate with the man with the scorpion. Cut off the retreat of the two of them.

Mu Changxian raised the long sword in his hand and circled the man's sword like a green snake around his sword body, defusing his fierce attack effortlessly. When he got behind the boy, he kicked his foot without dust.Mo Zinan was kicked in the back unexpectedly, rolled on the ground like a kicker, and hit a tall tree. He vomited blood violently, and the tree trunk trembled for a while.

Seeing this, the other two looked at each other, and then nodded to each other. The woman stood where she was, and the man came towards Mu Changxian without hesitation.

And just now, Mu Changxian had already set a safe distance away from them, and was no longer restricted by their positions.

The figure of the man is completely different from that of the slender man just now, and all his moves are to attack Liu Qiu'an, but there is one less attacking person. Come a few club darts.

With ease, step down with wind.

At this time, the sky began to rain lingering.

The man stared at Mu Changxian's unpredictable sword moves, and for a moment showed his flaws. He turned back quickly but was stabbed in his right arm. After he landed, he staggered back a few steps, raised his left hand to cover the gushing out The bloody wound, staring at Mu Changxian in front of him, seemed ashamed and unwilling.

Liu Qiu'an felt the cool rain brushing against his eyelashes, and secretly thought it was bad.

The dormant pain climbed up inch by inch from his heel, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and weakly raised his hand to cover Mu Changxian's shoulder.

Mu Changxian lowered his eyes to look at him, but saw that his face turned pale, biting his rose-like lips, and Mu Changxian asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

The man over there stood up with difficulty. Seeing that Liu Qiu'an was silent and seeing that he seemed to be enduring extraordinary pain, Mu Changxian couldn't help but feel his heart ache.

At this moment, the man leaped forward again, tightly blocking Mu Changxian's sight. The next moment, there was a sound of the rain curtain being cut, and a plum blossom dart pierced the man's chest. The reduction was coming towards Liu Qiu'an.

In an instant, the blade of the sword barely blocked the plum blossom dart, and then pierced into the man's body again. The man stood still, and suddenly sprayed a pool of black and red blood on Mu Changxian's face.

The black blood hit Mu Changxian's eyes fiercely, and Mu Changxian closed his eyes tightly. The rain became more and more fierce, and the wet hair stuck to his face. He resisted the discomfort and opened his eyes, but what he saw was It was a vast black mist.

He involuntarily tightened the hands around Liu Qiuan's waist. There was a slight wind blowing in front of him. Mu Changxian frowned impatiently and swung his long sword. the sound of the ground.

It's that man.

Mu Changxian stood where he was, quickly learning to adapt to the eyes that lost his vision, felt the body of the person in his arms trembling slightly, and listened to the movement around him slightly. Voice.

At this moment, there was a muffled thunder in the sky.