flapping wings

The two swords drew two graceful arcs in the air, and the silver was lit by the fire, looking chilling and enthusiastic.

Dots of undried blood slid along the blade into the air, tick-tock, and fell on the face of the wild fox.

The point of the knife was getting closer and closer to the wild fox, Qi Ping suddenly stopped, his heart was beating wildly, he raised the sword in his hand, and was about to throw it with all his strength, when blood burst out in his eyes.

He was trembling all over, and saw Du Sanniang lying in the arms of the wild fox, the warm blood soaking the cold knife stuck in her belly.

Blood mixed with froth poured out of her mouth continuously, Qi Ping stopped and watched all this quietly.

The people around were all dumbfounded, the clang of the sword clashing suddenly stopped, and the scene became strangely quiet.

Eyes met and collided in the air, filled with confusion and incomprehension.

While Du Sanniang was coughing up blood, she raised a bloody hand and stretched it towards Yehu's cheek. The moment her cold fingers touched the skin, Yehu quickly turned her head away.

The hand fell to the side, and the warmth gradually flowed away from the body, even the warm chest behind him couldn't keep it.

Tears flowed out, washing the blood on her cheeks, Du Sanniang choked up and said: "Brother Zhong, I...in my life...cough cough cough...the one thing I regret the most...is that I broke your heart. In this world...cough...hehe...four years"

She coughed heart-piercingly, and then continued: "Just... just want... um... to say sorry to you."

The voice gradually became lower, and Du Sanniang whispered, "Brother Zhong, I'm approaching...you, in fact...for...to win...the Wild Fox Ridge."

"Don't be afraid...I cough...I won't hurt you, I will help you...the last thing," Du Sanniang shook her head slightly at Yehu after coughing for a while.

Then she raised her finger and pointed at Qi Ping and shouted hoarsely: "Just now, we made...a deal, hehe, he chose another...another option, the Qi family still has a son... hehe... that's... him."

After finishing speaking, Du Sanniang completely collapsed in the arms of the wild fox like a lump of mud, and died.

"That's why you picked him?" Xiang Qing'er looked at Mu Xiaoque in disbelief: "Seek the advantages and avoid the disadvantages, have you forgotten such a simple truth?"

Qi Ping froze in place facing a group of staring eyes, facing so many eyes of surprise, ecstasy, or suspicion, his mind couldn't help but go blank.

At this time, someone suddenly took a step forward, and the still picture was instantly broken.

Mo Dao glanced at each other, Blood Shura charged forward with two sabers in hand, Red Raksha put down Master Wu Jing and arrived in front of Qi Ping in an instant.

The moment Hong Luosha's hand touched Qi Ping, his whole body suddenly moved, and was thrown behind him by Mu Xiaoque, "Draw your sword, what are you thinking?"

Qi Ping drew out his sword in a hurry, and before he could get into a proper posture, Mu Xiaoque turned around and slapped his scalp.

Mu Xiaoque hugged him and rolled in the air, and landed not far away, dodging the hidden weapon that was attacking him, "What a waste... stupid!"

"This change is too fast, I didn't realize it," Qi Ping looked around: "Que'er, let's run away!"

Master Wu Jing suddenly jumped in front of them and met the Red Rakshasa, "You don't need to panic, just run away rashly at this time, if the dirty water splashes on you, you won't be able to wash it off."

Qi Ping was alert immediately, thinking about countermeasures in his mind.

At this time, the surroundings were already fighting together again, the disciples of the Xuanxiu Sect just stayed there for a second, then reacted immediately and stopped the people in the demon way who were about to rush over.

Mrs. Henghen was even tougher, she swayed her whisk lightly, blocking the ugly hunchback who was eager to get away, and entangled with the sharp rapier without dodging or avoiding.

Qi Ping dodged the splashed blood, and with a flash of inspiration, he said loudly: "Everyone, listen to me and say a word before it's too late to fight, don't you all wonder how I survived?"

As expected, the surroundings became quiet, and Qi Ping continued: "I was given away by my father when I was ten years old due to a natural insanity disorder, and I haven't lived in Qi's house for a day since then. I wanted to go home and ask my father for some money after I recovered. It’s good to marry a wife, but I didn’t expect to be involved in this disaster for no reason.”

Master Heng Hen said: "I can testify that the child of the Qi family suffered from soul-loss disease since childhood! This person is indeed true."

"Do you believe this nonsense? Go home? I think he has other plans," someone in the crowd suddenly questioned, "Tell me, did you kill those members of the Qi family? You are a wolf-hearted beast!"

The veins on Qi Ping's forehead popped up, he stood on tiptoes and looked up, but he didn't see where the person who spoke was.

But these remarks obviously made the current situation even more chaotic, and many people who were vacillating, or who had no good intentions from the beginning and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to fish in troubled waters attacked him one after another.

Mu Xiaoque hugged Qi Ping's long sword that was dodging the sneak attack, raised her kick and kicked the man's wrist, the sound of bones and muscles breaking, and the scream almost shocked the world.

"Can you stop being dumbfounded?" Mu Xiaoque was almost pissed off by Qi Ping.

The person who can usually scream to the sky is hanging on his arm in a daze at this time, his eyes are foggy, and he is still at a loss.

"Huh?" Qi Ping was still looking for traces of the questioner, "Someone scolded me!"

"Idiot!" Mu Xiaoque kicked on the tree trunk behind her, and flew to avoid all kinds of weapons that were slashing at them.

He swung Qi Ping and kicked away the besiegers, stepped on one's head with his toes, and landed in another open space.

Seeing more and more people gathered around, Mu Xiaoque was extremely distressed.

He couldn't kill them all, and he couldn't escape, so he finally gritted his teeth and reached into his bosom, touching the token and saying: "The imperial court,"

"Wait a minute, everyone," a loud voice completely covered Mu Xiaoque's words, and exploded in the whole world.

The people in the melee were so shocked that they stopped and looked into the distance, only to see Zhou Mingwen galloping towards here.

No one heard these two short words, but Qi Ping could hear them clearly.

He was startled, turned his head abruptly, and looked at Mu Xiaoque for a moment, "You... Mu Xiaoque, I will remember your affection forever."

"Nonsense," Mu Xiaoque stepped on the ground lightly and warned while retreating into the distance, "I have no feelings for you!"

"I said yes," Qi Ping patted his hands around his waist, "Yes!"

"Listen to me, I know the origin of this little friend Qi very well. He really didn't deceive everyone."

Zhou Mingwen came in front of everyone, panting slightly: "As for the piece of jade Ruyi from the Qi family, it was actually entrusted to the Zhou family for safekeeping a few years ago. Unexpectedly, it was stolen by that masked man a few days ago!"

Xiang Qing'er shook her head slightly towards the disciples of the He Miao Sect, walked to the ugly camel and whispered, "It's impossible for Zhou Mingwen to use the Zhou family as a target to deceive people. I guess everything will fall on the black hands behind the scenes."

"Sect Master Xiang," Ugly Camel asked with an unfriendly expression, "What exactly do you want to say?"

A murderous intent flashed in Xiang Qing'er's eyes, and she took a long breath and said in a cold voice: "I advise you not to make any further disturbances at this time, after all, that person named Mu is not easy to mess with, if too many people are damaged because of this, I will He Miaozong will not accompany you to go crazy here."

"I know it well," Ugly Tuo choked back, "But Xiangzong's management is not very smooth, and that Mu who is surnamed Mu doesn't seem to love you to the point of madness."

"If things are so easy to handle," Xiang Qing'er let out a mocking expression, and said contemptuously, "It proves that the four guardians of the Death Demon Sect are cripples."

The ugly camel glanced at Xiang Qing'er with an unfriendly expression, thinking that the roots of his teeth were a little itchy at the thought of being hated by Zhao Yuandao.

He waved his hands and ignored Xiang Qing'er, loudly suppressed all the gossip, and said to Zhou Mingwen: "Zhou Mingwen, the fact that your Zhou family was stolen is ridiculous. Can't we be three-year-olds?"

Zhou Mingwen didn't even look at the ugly camel who was questioning over there, coughed lightly and said in a dignified manner: "Ugly camel, do you think that I, Zhou Mingwen, and fellow martial artists care about you, believe it or not?"

He turned to the martial arts Zhengdao surrounding him, "The Demonic Dao killed our relatives and disciples, and now he openly robs people. If I let him instigate me, will I be worthy of those innocent souls under the Nine Springs?"

New and old grievances were rekindled by a few words, and everyone looked at the ugly camel with red eyes.

As if to match the atmosphere at this time, there was a clang, and the sound of sword clashing sounded again.

Qi Ping looked over, and it turned out that Yehu and Helan teamed up to fight Blood Shura again.

The fuze was ignited again, and everyone on the right way beheaded towards the demon way one after another.

Seeing that Qi Ping started fighting again, he and Mu Xiaoque came to Zhou Mingwen's side, "Uncle Zhou, thank you!"

Zhou Mingwen covered his lips and coughed, his eyes lingered on the handkerchief inadvertently for a moment, then he grabbed it in his palm as if nothing had happened, and hid it under his wide sleeves.

He waved his hand casually: "Just treat it as repaying the friendship with your master."

When Qi Ping saw the faint red mark on his lips, his heart suddenly went blank, and he couldn't help showing a worried expression on his face, "Uncle Zhou, your illness"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Mingwen raised his hand to stop him and said, "It's okay, it's an old problem, and it happens once every year around this time."

"Retreat," the charming female voice suddenly sounded, and the three of them looked into the battle circle at the same time, only to see that Xiang Qing'er led the disciples of Hemiao Sect had rushed out of the encirclement and fled into the night.

A handsome young man suddenly chased after him, shouting loudly: "Miss Hongling, wait!"

Crisp laughter came one after another, and Hong Ling responded with a smile: "Young master, see you by fate!"

"See what?" A heroic voice replied: "Don't wait, there's no game!"

"Ah!" A painful wailing sounded, followed by a coquettish smile, "Hehehe, officials, don't blame the servants!"

Qi Ping turned his head and looked over, and saw that He Lan's tightly clenched wrist was missing a hand.

"Retreat!" The ugly camel cursed again in the direction where Xiang Qing'er was fleeing, fought and retreated with the four guardians, and slowly led some of them into the darkness, leaving the rest like abandoned children.

The damage to the Demonic Dao was not small, and the situation in the Righteous Dao was also not optimistic. There were heavy casualties, and blood flowed all over the place.

He Lan's right hand was abolished, and there were not one out of ten outstanding disciples sent by Qingyang. From today onwards, his status in the martial arts gradually declined.

And this is just a microcosm of the entire martial arts world. In the dispute caused by Yu Ruyi, all sects and factions were greatly injured.

Especially the successive murders of junior disciples made the entire martial arts righteousness feel a bit out of touch.

But the hand that moves the entire chessboard is still not found.