Jiaohua

The iron chain rubbed against the ground, thick and heavy, and following Xia Zhaoyi's steps down and the firelight, the sound of the iron chain in the darkness rushed towards her quickly.

Not long after, the iron chain was pulled to the limit, and a man's roar sounded at her, furious and violent.

The steps were dilapidated, Xia Zhaoyi looked at the man as he walked.

In the dim light, the man was unkempt, with a hulking back, as huge as a black bear.

As he struggled and roared, the iron chain stirred the air, and the stench in the air became stronger.

As he got closer, the scope of the firelight became larger, and the silhouette of the man gradually became clearer.

Xia Zhaoyi had nowhere to stay and stopped ten steps away from him.

The clothes on the man's body were tattered and faded, with many holes. There was only one shoe left on his foot, and there were three big holes in the front end of the shoe.

The skin exposed outside the tattered clothes was pale and bloodless, but it was covered with dirt, and there were a lot of small flying insects buzzing around him.

The man couldn't make up a complete sentence, he just roared and roared, the sound of iron chains being swung by him, jingling bells and palms.

Because of the greasy and caked hair, Xia Zhaoyi couldn't see his eyebrows and eyes clearly, but he felt that the outline was slightly deeper, the nasal bone was straight and straight, and the facial lines were smooth, and his appearance should be good.

"You, can you still understand other people's expressions?" Xia Zhaoyi asked, the calm and pleasant voice sounded like a stream in the empty basement, clear and ethereal.

The struggle in the man's hand slowly stopped, and he looked at her.

"Understand?" Xia Zhaoyi said.

The man didn't respond, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes stopped on her without blinking.

His calm also allowed Xia Zhaoyi to take a good look at him.

A face that is not young and extremely pale, just looking at its appearance, it must be at least fifty.

As for being pale, he has not seen the sun all year round, so it is inevitable to be pale. It is difficult to calculate how long he has been locked up here.

"What's your name?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.

If the man had never heard of it, he kept looking at her.

At this time, Xia Zhaoyi noticed a tattoo on the back of his arm.

She walked slowly to the side, and found that there were a lot of dense blue-green patterns on his back, but because the clothes were hanging like rags, she couldn't see the whole picture clearly.

The man suddenly went crazy again, he excitedly struggled with the iron chain, made a loud noise on the ground, and wanted to rush towards Xia Zhaoyi.

Xia Zhaoyi stayed away from him, walked around and walked deep into the basement.

It was empty, with nothing but pillars, and the floor was untiled, and there were a large number of animal bones in the pitted and firm earth.

After reaching the end, a stone step appeared, and Xia Zhaoyi stepped up it, and shot a volley of arrows from behind. Fortunately, she was vigilant all the way, and quickly avoided it, and the long arrows did not hurt her in the slightest.

There were seven arrows in total, and Xia Zhaoyi picked one up from the ground. The pattern on the arrow seemed to be used by "those people" she often used.

She stepped up the steps, avoiding several waves of stabbing arrows in the middle. There was a slightly open wooden door on the steps. Pushing the wooden door open, a neat and clean hut appeared.

And the wooden door she just opened has a bookshelf on the back.

The house is spotless, as if it is often occupied, but at this point, the bedding is still neatly folded, and there are no wrinkles on the sheets.

Xia Zhaoyi came out of the house, and Jiang Feng swept over in an instant, dancing her clothes wildly.

The peach trees on all sides are blooming just in time, fluctuating with the wind of the river, those petals are falling, like a pink snow.

She stepped on the peach petals all over the ground to the courtyard, and looked back to the southeast.

The small hill in the distance should be the long grassland that she stepped on first after passing through the Qianren Wall, and there should be a [-]-foot-wide hole in the middle of the hill like a crater.

At this moment, a sword shadow suddenly struck from behind her.

Xia Zhaoyi shuddered, and turned around to avoid it.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of people rushed out, without saying a word, they killed her as soon as they met.

Xia Zhaoyi went up to him with a whip, and after a few tricks, she confirmed that these people's skills were not as good as the swordsman and those Jiang Hu people who met in Zhai Shuiling and those Jianghu people named Brother Zeng Lin Sandi, so she didn't run away.

These people felt like they were facing a formidable enemy, and they knew who was coming almost instantly.

The river wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the petals are like broken snow, flying all over the sky.

During the flower dance, the sword light was like lightning. Their individual sword skills were not perfect, but there were countless sword arrays, constantly changing positions, surrounding the girl, and they were sure to put her to death.

Unfortunately, in terms of speed, the girl has never met an opponent.

Qian Sibi's spit barbs are like dancing silver cores, under the light figure of the girl, she looks like a consonant rhinoceros, shining brightly.

The long whip is soft and solid, flexible and tough, sometimes it can be as strong as breaking a mountain, and sometimes it is as tricky and slippery as a loach.

It was aimed very clearly, at their sword-hands and at their fragile eyes and throats.

Suddenly, Qian Sibi entangled a young man's neck in a sea of ​​scattered flowers.

"Stop!" The girl shouted crisply.

Everyone stopped for a while, but only for a moment, followed closely, and the sword light raised again, stabbing away.

Xia Zhaoyi's brows were closed together, and his right wrist suddenly exerted force.

The clouds in the sky have just left, the white light shines on the world, the moon is bright and the wind is cold, and the shadows of flowers are flying.

In the bright world, the severed head of Qian Sibi flew up, splashed hot blood on the ground, and rolled down on the pile of flowers.

The crowd stopped again, frightened by the cruelty of the opponent and the tragic death of their companions, but as before, they quickly attacked again.

"You asked for it yourself." Xia Zhaoyi said in a deep voice, his voice was unusually cold, and then he burst into murderous rage.

The waves of the Qingjiang River and the craggy rocks on the shore create a wave of waves. Before the old waves dissipate, they will renew their songs, which will last forever.

Tigers howled and wolves howled in the distance, night birds in the forest were startled, and there was a bloody field in the peach forest, with a strong smell.

The girl started to kill, people blocked the killing, the Buddha blocked the Buddha, the long whip slammed in the air repeatedly, the sound was like the king of Hades demanding his life, Shura's soul, all the way to the end of the peach forest where the swordsmen came out first.

After exhausting her strength, she finally stopped, holding the whip to slow down her pace.

Seeing her approaching step by step, six men with long swords glared at her angrily, not daring to act rashly.

Xia Zhaoyi stopped and said coldly, "Where is your leader?"

"Who the hell are you!" said a man.

"You keep insisting on giving me the surname 'Joe', but now ask me who am I?"

"Are you really Qiao Yanchi?!"

Xia Zhaoyi raised his eyebrows: "Looking at your situation, you don't believe it?"

Several people look at me, I look at you, and look back at the girl.

"...Then," one person asked suspiciously, "Where did you come from?"

"Want to know? Take me to meet your leader, what he asks, and what I answer."

"You came out of that wooden house?!" Another person said.

"You think so," Xia Zhaoyi said.

"Impossible!" The man frowned. "Then there is only one way down. Did you come down from the Taolin Bamboo Garden? What about the Jin brothers? Are they dead too?"

"I didn't kill them." Xia Zhaoyi said.

"Then where are they now?"

Xia Zhaoyi regained his strength, took half a step forward, and said coldly: "Don't you understand what I said? I'll emphasize it again and again, take me to meet your leader."

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