This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 899
The world is surrounded by red light.

The soft moonlight flowing under the night, the tinkling stream, the quiet bridge, the streets and the carriages are all burning.

The howls and shouts of the knights running around were mixed with the sound of swords and swords killing, and the bright red that broke into the sky dyed the night sky an ominous blood color.

The young man wielding the sword was not confused, and his closed-loop thinking always made him believe that he was on the right path, but the more and more blood on the sword was like rust, making the sharp sword in his hand dull.

The torch that fell on the ground was mixed with blood and other things, and it was dazzlingly red. With the reflection of the stream, he could see that he was also stained with the same color.

The injured arm made him unable to draw the sword again, and the bleeding legs seemed to no longer be able to continue running. He raised his head, and the moonlight above his head was still cold, and that distant alienation seemed to be mocking his self-consciousness. within our means.

The young man's refocused eyes could already see the second group of people rushing up. The faces of these people seemed to be distorted beasts. In the expressions of anger and hatred, the ferocious fangs were full of killing intent.

He stopped resisting. In fact, he didn't have the strength to resist anymore. In the backlight of flames and blood, he found a figure approaching him quickly.

It was a young woman who was too young. Her worry-filled eyes were so clear that there was no impurity in them. Only herself was reflected in her eyes.

The boy smiled wryly: "Little girl."

That night, the saintess of the Xuantian Sect and Tianquan, an inner disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, slaughtered all the knights who came from all corners of the country here. For a moment, the world was shaken.

Tianquan faintly woke up from his sleep, and in front of him was an unfamiliar wooden house, and he was lying on a small bed that was still very simple even though it had been carefully arranged.

The pain from the white cloth wrapped around his arm made Tianquan realize that everything in the dream was not just his delusion.

Hearing the few insects chirping in his ears, and the smell of soil after the rain seemed to be on the tip of his nose, Tianquan finally remembered where he was after a brief absence.

After the battle in Dongdu, Qian Xiaoxiao crossed the Yellow River all the way with his injured self, and headed north. They kept their names incognito along the way, and finally stopped in this village.

The reason for stopping was not that it was safe at this time, but that Qian Xiaoxiao, who was no better than Tianquan in martial arts, was close to the top of the rivers and lakes. The brutal chaotic battle and the continuous follow-up pursuit had almost pushed the young young man's body to the limit. The limit is reached.

This village has no name, and there are cones of chrysanthemums blooming everywhere in the village. As far as the eye can see, it seems to be in a sea of ​​golden clouds.

Qian Xiaoxiao took Tianquan to take refuge here, or in other words, the two people's current state is more like living in seclusion. They seem to have forgotten the ups and downs in the rivers and lakes, and they are just greedily enjoying the beautiful peace of this moment.

It's just that occasionally Tianquan would have such uneasy dreams, and after waking up, this worry lingered again, and there was always a haze shrouded in blood in his heart, which made him unable to enjoy everything in front of him with peace of mind.

For Qian Xiaoxiao, life here can be described as a paradise. On the second day after arriving in the village, she quietly hid the black robe stained with blood and hatred, and put on a brand new pair. attitude to face life.

But the beauty in front of them is fragile after all, the inextricable Tiandu crying heart on Tianquan is like a sharp sword hanging above their heads, Qian Xiaoxiao can't hide here for a lifetime.

And outside of this village, Jianghu has been completely fried because of what the two of them have done.

Ever since he joined the Xuantian Sect, no matter whether it was to save Tianquan's life or because he practiced Zhaoying Kungfu so he didn't care about it, Qian Xiaoxiao killed many people after all.

Her hands were stained with the blood of righteousness, and there were more than one family. It can be said that in just over a year, from south to north, from east to west, all the famous forces in the rivers and lakes had a little bit of trouble with her.

Some of them are even blood feuds, not to mention the Five Mountains, such as Kunlun, Emei, Wudang, Shaolin, etc., almost all of the disciples of these first-class schools died at the hands of Qian Xiaoxiao.

The siege in Dongdu was just the beginning, it was a foreshadowing. Tianquan, a disciple of the Qingcheng sect, and the saint of the Xuantian sect were unclear. For a time under the dead hands.

But their forbearance was exchanged for the unscrupulous humiliation of these two people. None of the knights who participated in the battle of Dongdu were spared and all died at the hands of the two, which slapped all the factions in the world.

When someone dies, it is natural who is responsible for it. Tianquan from the Qingcheng faction is the best candidate, and he said in the door, the attitude of condemning the real Yushu is very fierce at this moment.

Wudang Fengshan did not participate in the affairs of the rivers and lakes. Kunlun was concerned about the friendship between the two factions and did not speak out immediately, but Emei did not have those scruples. Su Xiuxiu immediately notified the Qingcheng faction to hand over Tianquan, otherwise they would do it themselves .

Master Yushu is in a dilemma. He knows that although his disciples value love and righteousness, they are by no means indiscriminate between right and wrong. He cannot teach them to kill innocent disciples indiscriminately.

It has to be said that real Yushu's accuracy in judging people is worthy of the name, and Tianquan has never made a fatal move. Even in the battle of Dongdu, he even comprehended the strongest fractal sword of Yujian Jue by chance.

Although holding a sharp weapon in his hand, Tianquan kept in mind the teachings of his master, he didn't kill anyone indiscriminately, at most he just beat them so that they lost the power to fight back.

It is precisely because of this pity that Tianquan, whose martial arts have obviously improved a bit, is still defeated in the siege of the crowd. If Qian Xiaoxiao hadn't saved the scene, probably this matter would have been out of trouble for the Qingcheng faction long ago up.

And although Qian Xiaoxiao had no scruples in attacking, she was all about Tianquan, and she only cared about saving the other party, so she didn't have the extra thought to kill a few more people.

Since Tianquan didn't kill anyone and Qian Xiaoxiao didn't kill them all, the only one who could do it was the third person outside the battle.

Huangfu Xiaoyuan led people unceremoniously, and harvested all these knights who had fought a fierce battle. They were killed by Jin Yiwei. They thanked Tianquan and Qian Xiaoxiao for the infamy.

It stands to reason that there is actually a fourth party in the Eastern Capital, and that is Shangguan's wife, Le Zhili, who led many masters to rescue people not long ago.

But long before the start of the Battle of the Eastern Capital, Ying Wushang visited the Shangguan family to discuss the matter.

"My cousin and Wen Daxia are not here. Mr. Shangguan's generosity really opened my eyes." Ying Wushang came up with the first sentence, and made Shangguan's master Lin who was in charge of receiving him speechless.

"My lord is joking." The family ugliness spread, and they couldn't hold back their face, but considering the identity of the other party, let's bear it.

After Ying Wushang laughed, he immediately went straight to the point: "Realist Yushu is coming. In fact, this old boy is quite boring. If the young man didn't hit his head badly, how could he grow up? He thought he would be able to keep him alive for the rest of his life." Is your precious disciple under your wings?"

A bit of surprise flashed in the eyes of Shangguan's master surnamed Lin, and then he said in a low voice: "The chicks have to learn how to fly by themselves. The real Yushu protects too much, which is also a kind of harm. The Shangguan family can't bear a generation of young talents. Ruined by the kindness of such a woman."

The smile on Ying Wushang's face deepened: "Sure enough, it's convenient to talk to smart people, but, can you make the decision for my cousin?"

The master surnamed Lin was silent for a moment, and said: "Your Majesty is quite trusted by the head of the family. This time I came to the Eastern Capital, and it is my duty to assist you. I just need to explain clearly, and I think Madam will not object."

(End of this chapter)