Sealing Knife

At this time, in the forest, the Badao people who were left behind were suddenly besieged, and there were even dark piles against each other. If there are not many talented people among them, I am afraid the situation will be even worse.

Most of the people who came to participate in the martial arts meeting this time, except for the predecessors in charge of the leadership of each family, were still young heroes. They were more enthusiastic than the sky, and there was no dilemma for the six gods without the master. Seeing the tragedy, the people around them suddenly looked completely different. The elders who had been caring for them were either absent or trapped in a killing machine. They did not even prepare, so they picked up the swordsmen to fight for your life and heartbeat. But no one dared to be a coward.

Many people will think about how to wait until the future, but how can there be so many people in the world that can make people figure it out in the future?

Earlier, I reminded everyone that the young man in the blue shirt danced like a butterfly in a hand, and it opened and closed quickly. Seeing that a teenager was unresponsive, he spread out the blade that was about to split on his face, then he turned his hand, and the folding fan gathered like a short eyebrow and hit the killer's wrist, shocking him with a hemp steel knife. .

Before it was too late to scold the teenager for distracting the enemy, he saw the other party's complexion changed. The young man in the shirt suddenly felt the wind behind his head, but he had no time to pull back. Hearing only a sonorous sound, the three-footed Qingfeng inserted diagonally, blocking the Emei thorn that fell to his back neck when there was no room for hair.

Xuan Tong twisted his eyebrows, his wrist shook, and his sword shook, which raised this Emei thorn, but also made his chest open. Fortunately, the young man in the blue shirt had reacted, and one came out of Xuantong's armpit. The focus was on the killer Fuzhong point. When the strength was shocked, it was bleeding from Qiqiao.

"Thank you." Before it was too late, Xuantong said while returning to the sword to fight the enemy, he took time to say to the young man in the blue shirt.

The young man in the blue shirt guarded the young man who had finally come back to his side, and the folding fan danced tightly, and said with a smile: "I want to thank the sword that Dao Chang has just made. In Luohua Pavilion in Xiahuayue Mountain Villa, I don't know how to grow call?"

"Tai Shang Gong, Xuan Tong."

The spine leaned against each other, both of them breathed a sigh of relief. The young boy who was guarded by them saw the sword light, and the hand holding the sword was loose and tight. He murmured: "Are we going to die?"

"Don't desperately, of course you will die." Xuantong glanced at Xuan Xiao who was not far away for the two young heroes. He had always been silent, at this time there was no aspiration to attach to, and the most heavy reality was plainly described. .

No matter where you come from, why you come, and whether you are well-prepared, the world always waits for no one, no matter what you choose, you have to rely on hard work.

Luo Ziting could see that this young man was probably spoiled at home. Even if he learned good martial arts, he was not really honed. At the moment, his head was smashed and his face was smashed with ten ambushing opportunities, and his brain could not turn for a moment.

He did n’t speak upright like Xuantong, but just grabbed the boy ’s hand and smiled: “The little brother should n’t be afraid, but it ’s just two-legged beasts with wolf-hearted lungs. Let me wait for them to work together to kill them. After this, I will never ask a question about Chan Mountain, you can do it with swords! "

The teenager looked at them blankly, tears almost rolling out, and the sword in his hand didn't know when the sheath had come out. The elders closer to them glanced sideways, the expression on their faces changed, and they didn't know what they thought of between these three words.

At this moment, a fire suddenly appeared in the direction of Wuxiang Temple, and a loud scream was heard from afar. Everyone was shocked. They were shocked by the movement of Du'e Cave, and almost all brought out their elite. The people who stayed in the temple did not say that they had no power to fight back, but they were not as strong as their martial arts. In case of an accident, those people are afraid that they will all become turtles in the urn, and there is no way to escape if they want to run.

Someone was anxious, and their men naturally lost their proportions, and in the blink of an eye they became corpses with bleeding under their covers. While worrying about the way back, while being stalemate, the killer in the hidden forest began to shoot arrows. From time to time, some people fell, and the scene was once in a dangerous situation.

Xuantong had an arrow in his thigh. Fortunately, he was held back by the boy. Luo Ziting didn't dare to leave beside them. Xuan Xiaoben had the intention to take the person out of the battle circle to solve the archer. But he couldn't withdraw, and his heart was burning.

At this moment, a loud noise came suddenly, and the ground shook slightly under my feet, as if the thunder fell flat, and it split in the jungle with the most archers. I saw the light of the fire, several figures or gurgled or broken to the ground, **** gas accompanied by a thick scorched smell straight into the nose wings, inhaled into the heart like swallowing a piece of coal.

The loud noise made people's tinnitus and dizziness. Both the killer and the white people were shocked by this accident. Fortunately, a swordswoman with sharp swordsmanship reacted first, and immediately said: "Good opportunity, don't be stunned!"

There were no heads of dragons at the scene. Now someone came out and everyone immediately reacted and took the opportunity to move to the killer around him. The original piece of loose sand was like water mixed into a thick and inseparable mud, which was rubbed into a wall to resist wind knife. Frost Sword.

Xuan Xiao was at the edge of the battle for breaking through. At this moment, he finally found an opportunity to escape, and brought five or six people out of the siege. He saw a "mud egg" rolling in the dark forest, crushing Mars, and fishing it out. When I got up, I realized that it was Xie Li.

"Master Xie Shaozhuang?" Xuan Xiao was stunned and his brain turned fast. "Why are you here? Did you just fire the thunder bomb?"

This bold and attentive child quietly touched the periphery of the battle while they were fighting and persevering, and turned himself into a sneaky gecko with the “Zhan Yibu” taught by Ye Fusheng, hiding in a tree and observing the situation silently. When everyone was attracted to the Wuxiang Temple, he changed his sword to "turn the tide" to open the way for the thunderbolt to the archer's place.

To do this, light skills, moves, eyesight, and heart are indispensable. Xuan Xiao said that even if he changed himself, he could not do better than him. However, this gray-faced owner, Xie Shao Zhuang, was still a child.

Xuan Xiao came up with an idea at this moment-after years, this child will become a great weapon.

He didn't know that Master Xie Shao, who would become a great weapon, was actually very afraid. On the way he came, he was afraid that he would be discovered by secret piles. When he was close to the battle circle, he was afraid of being detected by the archer. When he saw the scene of **** fighting, he was afraid to cry out. He even worried that he would be thrown away by a half before the thunderbolt. Little life.

But he remembered that the disciple of Taishang Palace ran to him in desperation, and remembered the people still in the temple, how much worries and fears finally fell on the words that Xie Min said to him under the Wanghai tide that day-

"Before I die, you only need to learn how to grow up, and after I die ... these things that I bear are all yours. Don't escape at that time, and you can't avoid it."

At that time, he put his misgivings and grievances under the pretense of mature obedience, but did not know that this poor disguise was still a self-deception, just like a hedgehog no matter how hard it is, it is still soft and fragile after peeling off. inside of.

Only after being polished by the world, he finally realized that growth is never a prerequisite for indulgence, but a foundation for carrying the future.

Grinding is the beginning of growing up, frustration is the cornerstone of success, the glory of the elders is a thing of the past, and the future of the youth begins with the present.

Thinking of this, Xie Li slapped the scorched earth on his forehead, pulled out the knife on his back, inserted it into Xuan Xiao's team, and quickly said what he knew: "There is a killer invasion in Wuxiang Temple. It's a mess. I didn't see any enemies wandering along the way. I might have entered the temple gate or ambushed everywhere. "

Xuan Xiao was shocked: "Apart from you, is there anyone running out of the temple?"

Xie Li shook his head: "I walked around the dangerous road and saw no other people."

Xuan Xiao took a deep breath and turned back to see that Xuantong everyone had stabilized the battle, his eyes chilled, and said to the people around him: "You guys follow me to cook the remaining archers, so that they can't get out of this forest!" "

As soon as his voice fell, he jumped up the tree first, and he never forgot to take the most vulnerable Xie Li. The little boy was very sensible, knowing that his skill was not as good, so he condensed his strength on his feet, and started to "spread the clothes", which was not inferior to Xuan Xiao's body method, and did not make it cumbersome.

A total of eighteen archers in Lin Zhong were killed and injured by a thunderfire bomb by Xie Li, and the rest were divided by their heads to fight on their own. Xie Shaozhuang had cut the wood pile the most from childhood. It was only a short time before he used blood to open the front. At that time, he started decisively and decisively, and there was no time for lingering aftermath. Now he is faced with the fight, but he is no longer afraid, only cold hands and feet Warm blood flowing back to warm.

This life-and-death struggle lasted nearly an hour before it ended. When Xuantong's long sword wiped the last killer's throat, he was unable to stand firm because of his strength. He almost dropped his body directly to the dead body. Fortunately, the teenager who had been guarding him left and right supported him again, only to make him barely stand still.

Luo Ziting sweated his clothes, he shook his foot twice, and asked, "Now, give back?"

A middle-aged beautiful woman in the crowd wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said, "Everyone who still has the strength and the minor injuries will return to the temple with me, and I will leave the injured to take care of the injured. Find a safe place to hide first. Killed. "

This arrangement is reasonable. Xuan Xiao cut the arrow inserted on Xuantong's leg with a sword, and then took out the gold sore medicine from his arms, ripped the cloth and wrapped it up, and then gave him all the drugs on his body, saying: "You stay Next, I went back to find the young palace master. "

Xuantong nodded, holding Xie Li, who wanted to follow Xuan Xiao and others, and said, "Young Master, you follow us all the way."

Xie Li just raised his feet and paused. He remembered hanging Xue Chanyi and deliberately went back to the temple to see what happened, but he knew that the situation there was bound to be more dangerous than here.

He took a deep breath and responded: "Okay."

Xuantong wanted to touch his head, reached his hand halfway, and remembered the things just now. He felt that this child, who was not as tall as his waist, was actually inferior to Fenghua Junior Lang. Patted his shoulder.

"You are good at light work and good at swordsmanship, and will wait for a few clever breaks." A glance at the handicapped side, Xuan Tong was worried, but he still smiled at Xie Li, "Master Zhuang, our It's yours behind you. "

A palm fell on the shoulder, as if Taishan lost to the strength of strength, this inheritance is already very important.

Xie Li clenched his knife, stretched a small face, and responded to him with the same solemn tone, still the word: "Okay."