One or two branches of plum outside the bamboo

Chapter 257 Deja Vu
There was nothing wrong with her hunch.

The opponent's strength is really not good. Yan Qingzhi is worried about some of his inferior methods, and he doesn't do his best at all, but still in a very short time, the opponent who has already beaten has no power to fight back.

The man's face changed slightly, and his expression was not as agile as when he first appeared, and the blood stains all over his body had a broken beauty.

But it feels weird again.

Jun Tongyue couldn't tell what was weird, as the other party was gradually blocked by Yan Qingzhi, the bad premonition in her heart became stronger.

Not only her, but even Lu Jian, who was not very sensitive, seemed to have some instinctive panic.

Just as they looked around and tried to find the source of the pressure, the helpless person who was beaten by Yan Qingzhi suddenly shouted.

"Are you still waiting for me to die?"

His tone was suppressed and urgent, with a hint of uncontrollable anger.

However, the panic in Yan Qingzhu's heart suddenly calmed down.

That was the peace that finally came.

It was the sound of the second boot hitting the ground.

They all clearly understand in their hearts that it is naturally impossible to have such an arrangement only for a person with such unbearable strength.

As the man's voice fell, the sound of a wire rope catapulting suddenly came to mind on the surrounding roofs.

Surrounded by wooden buildings, the gatehouse and the wooden buildings are scattered at different heights, and these lines are connected by steel cables as a whole.

A harmonious and neat 'hula la' sound of robe sleeves sounded, and fifteen people dressed as the man just now suddenly appeared on the roof.

They were either holding their hands behind their backs, or holding various musical instruments, their toes pointed at the ropes, and similar robes fluttered lightly as they moved.

At the same time, a row of kongming lanterns floated above the roof, illuminating the night sky so brightly that the people below could clearly see the appearance of the people above.

Jun Tongyue's expression was a little stiff, and even Yan Qingzhu, who had been prepared, was surprised.

Only Yan Qingzhi, who had been playing against the first person just now, found out some clues in advance.

Yan Qingzhi kicked the man who was about to be destroyed with one kick, and held the soft sword in front of his chest in a blocking posture.

She looked around, not much appreciation for the inexplicable beauty with many formalisms, but a lot of puzzlement.

A dozen people staggered down with the distance and stood in the exquisite courtyard.

The yard used to be exquisite and beautiful, but now that there are more people, it becomes very crowded.

Although these people look different, their appearance is exactly the same.

There is not the slightest deviation in the eyebrows or lips.

Beauty is beautiful, but it makes people have no memory at all.

This feeling made Yan Qingzhi think of the many face-lifting faces she and her brother had seen many years ago before they crossed.

Although the times are different, the situation is not entirely the same.

But the falsehood of these people is stronger than the feeling of later generations.

Because the enemies were all around, Yan Qingzhi simply put away his lunges, and his defensive posture changed from one-sided to many-sided.

Yan Qingzhujun stood on his back in an instant in the same month, and handed over the direction that he could not take care of to someone he trusted.

Only Lu Jian, for a while, did not have the ability to fight alone, nor did he have the trust of his teammates. He shrank back and waved his bow and arrow, trying to scare off the surrounding enemies in this way.

The man who was kicked by Yan Qingzhi had already stood up with the help of his companions.

The clothes that I thought were very textured just now seemed a little cheap when they were worn by so many people at the same time.

Looking at these people, Yan Qingzhi already understood.

This formalism is the foreshadowing, and the main event tonight is not on these people.

She was impatient to waste time with these people.

This way of meeting gave her a feeling of deja vu.

Although the time and place are different, no matter it is the way to remind them to meet in advance, the preset fragrance, or those who block their footsteps, but are not ready to kill them with one shot, and then arrange them layer by layer, like a cat and mouse The general method is exactly the same as when Song Boqing led them to the back mountain.

Either this person knew how Song Boqing died.

Otherwise, Song Boqing told him about his arrangement.

Otherwise, it can only be a close friend and a heart-to-heart connection!

Yan Qingzhi's eyebrows drooped slightly, whether it was Song Boqing or this person, it made her feel irritable.

"Since the jade flute can't beat you, let's learn the girl's tricks together!"

Those people seem to think that [-] to [-], the chances of winning are still relatively large, and they are very confident when they speak.

Yan Qingzhi didn't want to waste time with them. If she could, she naturally hoped to leave here before that Liu Huaixiang arrived.

Her footwork did not stop, her attention was full, and she was in control of everything around her.

Even the wind was in her calculations.

"That's not enough, what are you waiting for!"

Seeing that there were so many people on the other side, she needed a fan to start, so she became very impatient and directly provoked her.

There was a burst of laughter all around.

Some people raised their heads and smiled, while others were holding the pipa guqin, covering their faces and chuckling.

Seeing this, Yan Qingzhi felt very uncomfortable.

Before waiting for the opponent to make a move, he took the lead in attacking, staring at the person who had been disabled just now, and made a move directly.

It is better to break one of his fingers than to injure his ten fingers. When fighting, he is most afraid of this kind of war of attrition in which many people are besieged.

Even the most powerful people can easily be dragged down.

Yan Qingzhi had no idea of ​​the strength of these people later, but she had full confidence in killing the person who had done it before.

Whether Liu Huaixiang was Song Boqing's close friend or oppressed Yan Qingzhi in the same way, she clearly understood that the other party was an enemy rather than a friend.

Because of Song Boqing's death, there is absolutely no possibility of reconciliation between the two parties.

Yan Qingzhi clearly understands the irreconcilability of this contradiction.

What's more, this is the door to open the city, no one will be innocent...

In this way, there is absolutely no need to hold back!

The other party obviously had the same plan. The man who said he wanted to teach Yan Qingzhi's tricks had already spoken when Yan Qingzhi's voice had settled down.

"Combine!"

There was a sound of neat responses all around.

"Yes!"

In an instant, the footsteps of a dozen people were messy and moving with a certain rhythm.

In twos and threes, they stood together in an instant and became some kind of battle formation.

There was no change in the eyes, and the goal was very clear.

She had already arrived in front of the person at the beginning, but just as she approached, the companion beside the person was already standing in front of the other person.

In his hand is a guqin, the strings glowing with a sharp light.

As Yan Qingzhi made his move, he quickly rounded the guqin wheel, and at the same time the strings suddenly bounced in Yan Qingzhi's direction.

Fast and fast.

(End of this chapter)