Dragon Vein Martial God

After returning to Jiuhe Town, the escaped people did not enjoy themselves as usual, but ran back to thunderbolt hall with fear.

He's close to the stronghold.

The guard at the gate of the stronghold saluted in a hurry: "Lord Wukang."

The man didn't respond at all. He ran into the stronghold with more and more fear, and then kept walking through the stronghold. After a while, he ran to the most prosperous attic in the stronghold.

In the attic, singing and dancing.

Dozens of singers are dancing, and deep inside is a big man half sleeping on a hot Kang, while two transparent women are serving.

It's just that.

The burly man noticed that Wu Kang was approaching, and his face was suddenly cold: "Wu Kang, what's the point of being bold?"

Wu Kang finally recovered his mind: "Hall... Hall master."

The hall leader suddenly thought of something and suddenly stood up: "aren't you responsible for the collection of grain? Calculate the time, there will be three days to come back, how suddenly run back? Can you afford to delay the collection of grain and deliver it to Jiange on time? "

"Lord, I saw... Saw... In Dafeng Village." speaking of this, Wu Kang's face was full of fear.

The hall leader noticed something wrong: "who did you see?"

"Meng... Meng... Meng Qiu!"

As the two words came out, Wu Kang's mind finally recovered a little: "I saw Meng Qiu, he was with the Dalits in Dafeng Village!"

"Meng Qiu?" The hall leader's body suddenly softened. I don't know if he was scared or something.

After a while, the master's eyes narrowed slightly: "isn't he dead?"

"It must be him... It must be him!"

At the end, Wu Kang's body began to tremble: "the leader of the sword Pavilion is in charge of the dragon soul sword. It is said that he can't find an opponent in the whole seven Spirits world, so how can he die suddenly..."

the hall leader calmed down a little bit: "even he, what are you afraid of? My thunderbolt hall is a subordinate of the sword Pavilion. For no reason, he can kill you! "

"No..." Wu Kang suddenly shook his head and began to explain.

"What?" Knowing what happened, the whole leader of the Hall fell on the hot Kang without dignity... Did the people of thunderbolt hall attack Meng Qiu?

He didn't know why Meng Qiu didn't fight back, or why he was with the Dalits in Dafeng Village, but he knew that if it was Meng Qiu... Thunderbolt hall would die from top to bottom.

No one can survive, innocent or not.

After a while, the hall leader suddenly got up: "go, immediately send a message to Fengxuan village! There must be something fishy about the news of Meng Qiu's death from the sword Pavilion. No matter whether he is Meng Qiu or not, Jiang Hanyi must be clear. If he is really Meng Qiu, as long as we get rid of those people, our thunderbolt hall can still live! "

Wu Kang's pupil dilated: "master, are you crazy? With the relationship between Jiang Hanyi and Meng Qiu, she's here. We don't die faster! "

"What do you know! If we're the first to tell her the news, she'll protect us! "

...

Dafeng Village.

The days go on.

About three months have passed since Wu Kang fled Dafeng Village with people.

After that, nothing happened. The people of thunderbolt hall didn't come to Dafeng Village to collect grain, as if they really wanted to get rid of this year's grain in Dafeng Village.

Although people in the village don't know why, they don't study deeply, but continue to live their life,

it's Dusk again.

After a day's hard work, Jiangting and the villagers began to return to the village... Nothing happened on the way, it seemed like an ordinary day.

Today, however, Jiang Ting feels a little depressed. Maybe something will happen today. Is it related to Meng Qiu?

Jiang Ting did not show the same, but as usual, went to the village head's house to eat, and then went back to the stone room.

The lights began to go out, about midnight.

Jiang Ting, who is sleeping in the stone room, suddenly opens his eyes... Someone is coming.

He sensed that a person with a lower body strength than Meng Qiu was approaching Dafeng Village with a lot of people. He could reach Dafeng Village at 20 at most.

"This time, we may know the cause and effect." With a whisper, Jiang Ting converged all his thoughts.

Sure enough, after 20 breath.

"Everyone out of the room, not out, dead." A cold voice reverberates in the sky. Even if there is a stone room, Jiang Ting can still see it. It's a man who makes the sound.

as for the strength, it's lower than the woman who is the leader. As for the specific realm, Jiang Ting doesn't know. Anyway, it's no threat to him.

Then, Jiang Ting, like other villagers, left the room with a little loss. When he saw the surrounding area, he was shocked and frightened like the rest of the villagers.

It's midnight now, but the village is like day. There is a ball of light shining in the sky, dispersing all the darkness around.The leader is a woman, a woman of great national strength.

She has a white duck's egg face, wears a dark blue rose embroidered Ru skirt, a folded peony brocade face, a beautiful black shawl hair, a chic bun, and a green jade bracelet between her wrists.

Compared with the people in the village, the women in the village have no comparability.

Of course, only Jiang Ting can see the woman's face, because the woman is sitting in a sedan chair, and the sedan chair is four men standing in the air. At the same time, Jiang Ting can see that the woman's face is full of hesitation, joy, uneasiness and many other expressions, and I don't know how those expressions appear at the same time.

In addition, the rest of the people are all like a green robe, which is obviously the uniform clothing of a certain force. Some of them stand at high altitude to surround the village, while a small number of them enter the village and stand on the roofs of many houses.

Without exception, these people all carry swords with them, and their faces are cold.

There is no concept of immortals in this world. Otherwise, people in the village will kneel on the ground and pray for the protection of immortals.

Because there is no concept of immortals, the people in the village look at the people who suddenly come. They are afraid and puzzled. They don't know what these people are doing when they suddenly come.

The villagers did not wait much.

Soon, Fugui, Chuncao and their mother, as well as the stone in their eyes, left the house and went to the pitted street.

After half a breath.

The woman in the sedan chair disappeared. When she reappeared, she was standing on the ground, quietly looking at the stone... Or, Meng Qiu.

There is nothing to say here.

After a while, the village head quickly approached: "this adult, I don't know..."

"click..." the sound of the long sword coming out of the sheath sounded. Before the village head could get close, more than ten sword fronts suddenly appeared in front of him, and a touch of sword awn was constantly spitting on the sword front.

The village head stopped in horror. He felt that if he continued to approach, those weapons would not hesitate to dismember him.

At first, the man whispered, "be quiet, do you understand?"