Lin Xi also sensed that the lonely sword master was facing the masked qin master, and reacted that one of the two cultivators was here to help him.
However, he did not pause in his steps, because he knew that all these practitioners who had appeared to help him had only one purpose, and that was to enable him to break through the open net.
His figure quickly disappeared into the bamboo forest.
The lonely swordsman in the bamboo forest with a long robe of moon white and a sword scabbard in his hand is also moon white and a woman with a peony embroidered on a red shirt are thirty steps apart.
The swordmaster's sword-like two long eyebrows flew up slightly, and he looked at the approaching red-shirted woman calmly and said, "Your Qingluan Academy has broken the rules. ” The woman in the red shirt shook her head, and her voice was like a silver bell: "Not because I am not from Qingluan Academy. ” The swordsman frowned slightly, as if he didn't want to believe the red-shirted woman's words.
"Traceable."
The red-shirted woman chuckled and said, "If you want to stop Ye Wangqing, who can cut off the water with a sword, no one can hide his true cultivation and combat skills, and neither can the people of Qingluan Academy, so you yourself are the proof of the next investigation, and you and those who investigate will be sure that I am not any of those powerhouses in Qingluan Academy." ” The lonely swordsman looked at the woman and said, "It's not from Qingluan Academy, so who are you?"
The woman in the red shirt shook her head: "Don't say. ” The lonely swordmaster also shook his head, but he didn't speak, his right hand stroked the moon-white long sword he was holding in his left hand.
The sword wind is masterful.
The moon-white scabbard detached from the blade and flew through the air with an unimaginably powerful force, shattering all the green bamboos between the swordsman and the red-shirted woman.
The shattered pieces of bamboo, also driven by the sword wind, turned into countless small cyan bamboo swords, shooting at the red-shirted woman holding the piano box all over the sky.
Each of these small bamboo swords has the power to easily cut through flesh and blood, especially the moon-white scabbard flying in the middle, which is enough to pierce through heavy armor.
However, the woman in the red shirt took a step forward calmly, and just when the moon-white scabbard that had driven countless small cyan bamboo swords flying in the sky was only five feet away from her chest, the paulownia wood piano box in her hand cracked, cracked into powder, and became a snow that fell in front of her.
When the snow and the small cyan sword flying all over the sky collided, the small cyan sword also cracked, turning into bamboo threads and flying in the air.
What emerged from the case was a crimson guqin, with no strings on it, but a few string-like runes that sank deep into the stone-like body.
The slender fingers of the woman in the red shirt hung above the guqin, but the guqin was suspended in front of her, erected.
The moon-white scabbard suddenly stopped in the air, paused in front of this guqin, like a living thing, desperately moving forward, but finally couldn't advance an inch, and finally collapsed, completely overwhelmed by the power diffused on this guqin, and flew backwards.
However, this is only a scabbard.
The real sword body is white, white crystal clear jade, without a trace of variegation, only a relief rune is wrapped around the sword body, forming a lifelike real dragon pattern.
The dragon pattern jade is the sword body, the delicate ivory is the hilt, and the dazzling gold is the sword spike, this sword is in the hands of the lonely swordsman, and the lonely swordsman has passed through the bamboo silk and snow dust that have been sprinkled one after another, and a sword stabbed at the throat of the red-shirted woman.
There was a sudden mournful cry in the bamboo forest, like a child's night cry.
A barb-strewn blue steel arrow shot out of nowhere, shooting at the back of the lonely swordmaster's head.
The expression on the face of the lonely swordsman was still silent, without half a minute of change, and his sword momentum did not pause at all.
The long sleeve of his left hand rolled slightly, wrapped up the moon-white scabbard that flew back upside down, and pulled it back.
The scabbard hissed with a whining sound, and it struck the blue arrow like a child's cry with unmistakable accuracy, and both fell to the ground, and by this pull, his forward figure was even faster.
Astonishing sword qi poured out from the long sword in his hand, and the air in front of him was cut apart, forming two waves of qi visible to the naked eye, rolling to both sides.
The woman in the red shirt began to play her hands on the crimson stone lyre.
A majestic breath floated out from the stone piano with a string-like red glow, and the whole bamboo forest sounded like a beautiful sound.
The lonely swordsman frowned slightly, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, but everything that stood in front of him was still cut by his sword.
All the powerful energy, the glow, and the beautiful sound of the piano were all cut in half by his sword.
The sword slashed down on the crimson stone lyre.
The crimson stone lyre erected in front of the woman in the red shirt instantly crawled with spiderweb-like cracks, and then began to crack piece by piece.
The black scarf on the face of the red-shirted woman was attacked by the sword qi, and it also cracked apart, revealing a beautiful face, and a small black mole on the left side of her face, like a tiny teardrop.
The lonely swordsman's sword momentum paused.
At this moment, his sword couldn't be cut down, and his entire body began to tremble incessantly.
The crimson stone piano in front of him completely shattered like his memory, like countless tiny meteorites, hitting his body.
The moon-white robe on his body was instantly full of holes, and blood flowed out of his mouth, flying backwards.
The sound of the wind, the sound of sword qi, the cracking of bamboo branches, and the sound of the piano all stopped.
The lonely swordsman landed on the ground and coughed softly, spitting out a small mouthful of red blood with each cough.
"You are indeed not from Qingluan Academy, because the people of Qingluan Academy are prouder than you, and they will not use such shameless means."
The lonely swordsman lowered his head and looked at the crimson ground beneath his feet.
"It's not that we're shameless, it's that you can't break through your state of mind."
The red-shirted woman looked at him quietly and said softly: "Just like at this moment, you don't dare to see me, just because I have changed my appearance into a face like her, Ye Wangqing, you should have hoped to break through to the cultivation of the Holy Master three years ago, even if you maintain the cultivation of three years ago, no matter what means we use today, even if I can disturb your mind, it is absolutely impossible to resist your sword, let alone hit you hard."
However, in the past three years, your cultivation has not advanced but retreated, and if you continue like this, I am afraid that as long as another year passes, Gao Gongyue, who saw you going to take a detour back then, will be able to defeat you. ” "What's the use of forgetting love, true love, and how can it be forgotten If you change it, it's you who died, and she is here, do you want to watch her fall silent for a lifetime, since everyone has a death in a painful life, since there is no way to prevent this life from parting, why can it be that sweet thoughts can become such a painful thing" The red-shirted woman looked at the swordsman who lowered her head, looking at this one who had cut the river with one sword, so that all the cultivators in Donglin Province did not dare to be an enemy at all, but it was a strong man who was devastated by the death of his wife, and said softly.
After saying this, a sincere smile appeared on her face, she looked at Ye Wangqing with kindness and pity, waved her hand, and said, "Goodbye." ” Ye Wangqing Huo Ran raised his head, saw her smiling, and slowly retreated, disappearing in the bamboo forest, disappearing in his sight.
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The real ambush of the other party is not the powerful archer who is hidden, but the face hidden under the black scarf, exactly the same face as his beloved wife.
However, it was this deep in his mind, which could not be erased, making it difficult for him to even enter the meditation practice, and the words of this woman when she left, but it made him not have much hatred in his heart when he was defeated by such means, only tears.
With a "click", the long sword in his hand suddenly broke.
The green bamboos around him shook violently, and they also broke one after another, and countless bamboo leaves fluttered and fell.
He didn't leave, sat down, closed his eyes.
Bamboo leaves fluttered on his body, and he seemed to be hidden.
He remembered many happy things, the blockage in his heart loosened, he saw her smiling face, she seemed to be by his side, and he never left, but all these years, he never noticed.
Ye Wangqing is the founding general Ye Ning, although he does not enter the court, but he is also taken care of by the emperor, so that he can have no worries about food and clothing, and hide between the mountains and rivers of Donglin.
So today, he must also take action to stop Lin Xi's departure.
Only Gao Gongyue and a few other people knew about his arrival, so no one knew about the sword qi in this bamboo forest for a while.
However, Gao Gongyue soared into the sky, flying to a height he had never flown to, and a white leaf blooming in the sky above the mansion, and countless silver snakes rising into the sky, fell into the eyes of many people and shocked the hearts of many people.
Xiao Tie, who was standing in front of the window of a high pavilion, was even colder.
He would endure Lin Xi's judgment, but he didn't expect that his judgment was still wrong.
Lin Xi walked out of the bamboo forest, and in front of him was a dark village.
This village seems to be inhabited by poor families, all of which are mud-walled bungalows.
He was about to run into the village first, but just then, he heard the sound of horses' hooves like thunder.
The calm of the silent village was also shattered, and some of the houses were lit up by the light of oil lamps.
On the road from the direction of the provincial capital in the distance, columns of black cavalry appeared in Lin Xi's sight.
Lin Xi sighed.
Even the garrison has been dispatched on a large scale, and it seems that all the return routes from Mu Shenyun's mansion to the provincial capital will be completely blocked by the army.
With this posture, I'm afraid that the carpet search will start next.
This game has completely become whether you can catch or can't catch Lin Xi.
Lin Xi looked around, his gaze resting on the mountains on the east side.
The city of Donglin Province is surrounded by plains, only there are a few mountains in the southeast corner outside the city, named Sanmao Peak.
There is a fortune-telling and divination in the mountain, and the incense is still quite vigorous, called Baiyun Temple.
Lin Xi bowed down slightly, swept into a barren forest, and quickly ran towards the mountain.
"Whoosh" In the night sky, several rockets wrapped in fire cloth suddenly shot out, pointing out his position from afar.
The sound of horses' hooves thundered, and suddenly a light cavalry pursued him in the direction where he was
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