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The sky is golden and black, the sky is blue, the ground is green and the brook is gurgling.

Wild butterflies by the creek swirled around the two men who were washing on the bank.

Fan Moya holds an ivory comb in his hand, and his silver eyes are affectionate, gently combing the black and beautiful black hair for his quiet lover in front of him.

Han Qing was extraordinarily obedient today.

He casually played with the oval pebbles in his palm, thinking flexibly in his mind: since the last time he took the potion to suppress the Emotional Gu, more than two months have passed, and now the potion can only last for 25 days at most.

"Have you figured out a way to detoxify the poison in my body?" Han Qing realized that the deadline was getting closer, and Ying brows frowned irritably. Thinking that the person behind him was still playing with his hair leisurely, she suddenly turned her head and asked seriously .

Fan Moya was re-braiding the little braid on Han Qing's head. The braid followed him and turned back, mischievously escaped from his hands, spinning freely in the air, liberating himself, and the tail of the hair quickly returned to a straight line.

Fan Moya wanted to grab that strand of hair again, and received Han Qing's serious attention and expectation.

He smiled slightly, hugged Han Qing's shoulder affectionately, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have developed a new antidote, which can effectively inhibit the growth of Gu poison in your body within half a year. It is on my carriage. I'll give it to you when I get back."

Han Qing raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, but she was afraid that things might change, so she immediately said, "We've been out long enough, let's go back directly now."

"Ah."

Han Qing took Fan Moya's hand, and pointed his finger at the horse grazing in the distance, calling the black horse to come back.

With a cold killing intent, a cold arrow quickly shot at the hands of the two clasped.

The two were shocked, the powerful arrow turned from one into several arrow dragons in the air, sweeping the strong wind, making it impossible to see through its real body.

The two of them were unarmed, and they didn't dare to face it easily. They joined hands and tacitly used light kung fu, and retreated tens of meters in the direction of the horse.

The arrow seemed to have seen through the two people's intentions long ago, but the arrow's intention did not diminish at all. The sharp body of the arrow brushed the backs of the two people's hands, and inserted into the grass with strong remaining energy.

This arrow immediately made Han Qing and the two feel that the strength of the enemy might not be inferior to them.

Han Qing looked at the other side of the shallow stream, and a group of masked men in black riding horses raised more bows and crossbows to aim at them.

Han Qing and Fan Moya looked at each other, and when they realized that it was not the other party's hand, they became serious.

"Who are you?" Han Qing touched his waist, but found that the dagger had been forgotten on the horse's back, and pursed his lips secretly, showing no dew on his face.

The enemy kept silent and did not answer, making it impossible for people to know where they came from.

When Han Qing saw the stupid horse, which was still grazing with its head down, he couldn't help feeling angry, and whistled fiercely, with a serious warning, which made the black horse turn around and run back.

The distance between the horse and the two was more than 100 meters. Although the distance was short, it would take some time to run back quickly, but the enemy could no longer hold back, and the swishing arrows had already reached the noses of the two.

This is an unobstructed thing in the wilderness. The two of them are alone and weak. As an arrow target, the target is very obvious.

Han Qing and him immediately sent Qinggong to scatter back to avoid it, preventing the arrow rain from being too concentrated, and the two of them couldn't use their hands and feet.

"This group of people came with bad intentions and excellent weapons. I'm afraid they came here with careful preparations. The leader is very skilled in archery. Be careful if he shoots cold arrows. It's best for us to go." Han Qing hurriedly explained his thoughts, avoiding these fast-moving people in a panic. arrow.

"Their arrows are poisoned, so be careful not to touch them." Fan Moya was as careful as a hair, and within a very short period of time, he noticed that the color of the arrow tip was slightly darker, and reminded him.

If he hadn't been in contact with poison for a long time and paid special attention, ordinary people might not be able to discover the Tao for a while.

"Yes." Han Qing was also on guard, not daring to take the arrow as a weapon rashly.

The black horse broke in through the gap in the arrow rain. Fan Moya stepped on the horse first, pulled up Han Qing who was on the ground, and headed towards the base camp with the horse's belly.

"Chasing." Seeing that they were about to flee, the leader in black made a gesture with his fingers, instructing everyone to follow them.

More than a dozen horses aggressively stepped across the shallow stream, splashing countless water splashes.

Han Qing drew out the dagger on the saddle, sat firmly on the horse, and heard the murderous aura of the arrow behind his ear, swung his knife and struggled to block the dagger from the two characters, who kept attacking dagger behind him.

The leader of the enemy was extraordinarily calm, raised his bow and arrow, aimed at the galloping horse in front, and pierced the horse's leg with one arrow.

The horse was frightened and jumped wildly, and the leader of the enemy shot a second arrow at Han Qing.

When Han Qing lost control of the horse, the more calm he became, the calmer he became.

The duel between masters is often not allowed to be distracted in the slightest.

In front of Han Qing is Fan Moya. If he dodges and injures the holy son of the Black Lotus Sect with an arrow, he will probably be drowned by the spit from thousands of mouths of his huge disciples, and he will return to Beihan with no mention of it. thing.

Therefore, Han Qing couldn't dodge. He had to protect Fan Moya's safety, so he could only be forced to take the tricky arrow from the enemy leader.

Han Qing blocked it dangerously, his tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, and sighed again in his heart, this person's strength is really abnormal, and he is probably a master whose strength is no less than his.

At this time, the enemy leader saw that the arrow was blocked, and he was not nervous at all. He calmly shot the third arrow and the fourth arrow.

However, Han Qing has experienced the baptism of the battlefield, and his mental quality is extremely strong, his narrow eyes are more and more aroused, and his brain is highly concentrated.

He looked for the right time, gritted his teeth and abruptly took the first arrow, blocked two arrows with one arrow, and then reflected it back.

The soldiers were shot by the arrows and fell off the horses, but their legs were clamped in the belly of the horses, and they stood up and sat upright again.

Han Qing was shocked, he shot them, but the soldiers were safe and sound. Seeing the hidden gold exposed from the broken clothes, guessing the secret, his face began to turn pale.

"They actually wore soft gold armor..." Han Qing's complexion became more and more ugly. As long as they practiced martial arts, they knew that the soft gold armor was impenetrable by water and fire, and impenetrable by knives. This is a rare treasure.

Who is it that is willing to make such a large sum of money, I am afraid that it is not a royal family.

Is it Muwan?Is it Muyun?Or Gu Jin?

This group of people concealed their identities very well, and the tacit understanding between the battles was very good. They didn't say a word, and they all relied on gestures to command, making it impossible for people to judge which country they were from based on their body shape and accent.

Han Qing's tiger's mouth was so painful that he could hardly hold the knife.

He cursed secretly in his heart, the enemy was experienced and experienced, and his methods were despicable and cruel, and he shot cold arrows one after another, trying to temporarily hurt his knife-wielding hand, deprive him of the ability to fight back, and play a restraining role.

Han Qing handed over the knife on his right hand to his left. Although he is right-handed, he is actually a double-handed man, and his left and right hands are very flexible.

The leader made a gesture in his hand, and everyone aimed their bows and arrows at their horses. Han Qing quickly turned over and came to the horses, handed him the dagger, and said anxiously: "They want to deal with the horses, let me control them."

After all, Fan Moya had gotten along with him for some time, and he knew Han Qing's strength very well, so he quickly gave up his position and took over the dagger in Han Qing's hand.

In terms of equestrian control, Han Qing is indeed superior. He can instantly estimate the strength of horses in all aspects, quickly tame the strongest horses, and even understand horse language.

The leader behind him had a vicious eye for ability, taking advantage of the gap between them exchanging roles, he shot cold arrows one after another.

Fan Moya threw a handful of powder from his sleeve while parrying with his dagger.

The chasers put on the special masks in an orderly manner. Fan Moya was secretly startled. I am afraid that it would be difficult to retreat without bleeding this time.

Fan Moya was secretly annoyed that he had forgotten the sword when he saw the color, and he didn't bring the Bone Evil Sword when he came out this time, so he left with the beautifully dressed Han Qing, losing a big helper.

If the evil sword is not there, if the little evil snake is there, with the help of this life-killing weapon, it would be much easier to deal with this group of people, but it is a pity that he drove them away last time.

When he came out today, he brought some poison and hidden weapons for self-defense, but suddenly a group of powerful killers appeared.

They are still wrapped tightly, wearing soft gold armor that is invulnerable to swords, and wearing gas masks. Isn't this bullying?

Han Qing controlled the horse and flexibly dodged the rain of arrows. The killers had only a few arrows in their hands, and the pressure began to increase.

They exchanged glances, handed over the stored arrows to one person, took out the five-claw hook, and took turns arresting people.

Fan Moya is accustomed to using long knives, while Han Qing's short knives are more suitable for close combat. He can't give full play to his advantages in this distanced fight.

Han Qing heard the horse's panting, which became weaker and weaker. He guessed that the arrow poison had begun to take effect in the horse's body. He turned his head and whispered into Fan Moya's ear, "Cover me, I'll get a horse."

Fan Moya nodded, and threw hidden weapons at the killers. Han Qing took advantage of the situation, kicked the killer on the far side, grabbed the long knife in his hand, and drove the horse back.

The other killers saw through his intentions, turned to besiege and pester Han Qing, and simply shot the horse he stole to death, Han Qing cursed secretly, they were stingy.

The leader kept his men to deal with Han Qing, but he drew out the sword from his waist, stomped on the horse's back and slashed at Fan Moya.

Naturally, Fan Moya didn't want to be at a disadvantage, so he picked up a dagger and fought him in the air.

Who would have thought that Han Qing's sword was still a high-quality one, but it broke into two pieces as soon as it touched the opponent's long sword. It can break fine iron, so it must belong to a famous sword.

Fan Moya quickly recognized the long knife in the enemy's hand, which turned out to be the "Soul Slayer" among the top ten famous weapons.

Zhanhun, also known as Bairenzhan, was created by a famous sword master in the former dynasty. Although it is not a famous ancient sword, it has forcibly squeezed into the top four of the top ten famous swords with its powerful strength.

Duan Hun has a characteristic, the shape of the knife is simple and solemn, the blade is slender and smooth like a long sword, the quality of the knife is hard and sharp, and it does not stick to water.

Broken bones can split mountains and ground, cut people into pieces, and are the number one weapon for killing people.

Fan Moya was unarmed and unarmed, not daring to face it directly, he retreated back to his horse in embarrassment, his silver eyes were very solemn.

Han Qing naturally knew that the long knife in the leader's hand was not ordinary iron. When he was distracted for a moment, the horse under him was slashed again and lost control.

The horse had lost its use value. Han Qing kicked the horse over and bumped into several horses next door, causing chaos.

Seeing that Han Qing was about to attack the leader from behind, the killers reminded in a voice: "Director Gao, be careful!"

Han Qing smiled contemptuously, raised his knife and slashed mercilessly, and said with a smile: "So it's Manager Gao, who do I think is a good crafter?"

"You don't take it with Muyun well, what's the fun here." Han Qing slashed at Gao Sheng's neck with a sharp knife, but he quickly dodged it by turning around.

Gao Sheng didn't expect his subordinates to expose him, so he stopped pretending and got back on the horse again, and persuaded him kindly: "Han Concubine, the emperor is very angry, please go back with me obediently and apologize."

"Hehe, go back and plead guilty, what a fool's dream." Han Qing chased after him, but Gao Sheng didn't dare to face him directly, for fear of hurting him.

Han Qing is so smart, he quickly figured out the reason, and his heart was pounding.