Mu Hanzhong

The time has passed, the wind is strong, the sky is overcast and oppressive.

The guards standing neatly and orderly in the courtyard stretched their bows and set their arrows. Looking in through the open gate, there were two figures mixed together, rising and falling suddenly.

Another sword miss, Nan Xiaohuan retreated suddenly, narrowly dodging the attack that took advantage of the trend.He turned his head and shouted at the two people behind him: "Go!"

The two hidden guards were already furious. If it was just the guards in front of them, they would not pay attention to them at all, but...

"Come on!"

Nan Xiaohuan didn't even have the time to look back this time.Xin Shijing raised his eyebrows, and his subordinates became more aggressive, the long knife tightly held in his hand suddenly shot out pieces of ice, and shot straight at the two behind him.

The two of them knew that staying any longer would only drag Nan Xiaohuan down. One of them whistled, and the two jumped up. After hearing a few clicks, they broke through the window and flew straight towards the guards surrounding the courtyard.

The movements of the two were like ghosts, and before the leading guard could give an order, the two had disappeared into the night.

Xin Shijing's eyes sank, and he suddenly got up, wanting to chase after him.

When Nan Xiaohuan saw it, he suddenly launched an offensive.

Xin Shijing was forced to return to defense.

This time, Nan Xiaohuan's sword was as fast as the wind, and his styles changed endlessly, creating a gust of wind in the small room.

Xin Shijing had wandered around the rivers and lakes in his early years, and he had a lot of experience. At this time, he saw the moves in his hands, and his mind turned sharply. ...!"

Nan Xiaohuan seemed to have never heard of it, but he just used his swordsmanship and approached Xin Shijing one by one.

It's not impossible to escape, but it's impossible to escape!His mission is not yet completed!

Thinking of this, the object close to the skin became hot, and the warm coldness seemed to penetrate the flesh and blood of the skin and penetrate deep into the bone marrow.

Nan Xiaohuan's heart was filled with emptiness, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The sword manual that he obtained by chance in his early years demonstrated every move and every move in his mind as if it came alive. He relaxed his whole body, and driven by instinct, he performed every move and every move.

All of a sudden, Xin Shijing was at a disadvantage.

He was very close at this time, seeing Nan Xiaohuan closed his eyes, he couldn't help showing a smile.Immediately there was a long howl, and the man had retreated with the knife in his hand, his toes pointing on the wall, and his luck shot towards Nan Xiaohuan who was not far away, like a fierce tiger.

Nan Xiaohuan's ears penetrated into the slightest, and when he heard the gust of wind in front of him, he immediately dodged to the side.

However, Xin Shijing seemed to have expected it earlier, his speed did not slow down, his figure changed, he abandoned the knife and changed into a palm, and slapped Nan Xiaohuan with one palm.

Nan Xiaohuan's eyes suddenly opened, seeing Xin Shijing attacking, before he could react, he leaned back, stretched his long legs, raised the wooden chair on the ground, and kicked Xin Shijing viciously.

With a "click", sawdust splashed everywhere, but the wind of the palm didn't weaken at all, and came straight towards his face.

Between lightning and flint, Nan Xiaohuan retreated, and returned the blow abruptly.

Palm to palm, it has been hardened, and after that, it is the internal force.

The figures split apart suddenly, Nan Xiaohuan and Xin Shijing both staggered a few steps back.

Nan Xiaohuan raised his head abruptly, only to see Xin Shijing's mouth twitching into a smile, his eyes calm and sharp.

With a "plop", Nan Xiaohuan knelt heavily on the ground, coughing up a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

The qi and blood in the chest cavity were churning, unable to be suppressed, all rushing towards the throat.The blood-stained abdomen was hit from the inside out, and the wound was split a little more, and even the palm that was on the ground was bloody and bloody.

"I don't know how it tastes like this Burning Heart Palm?"

Xin Shijing walked in slowly step by step, holding the black iron long knife, and finally squatted in front of Nan Xiaohuan, asking with a smile.

Nan Xiaohuan tried his best to prop up his upper body, with cold sweat running down his forehead, his blue veins were twitching, his complexion was pale, his eyes... were still calm, and there was no trace of resentment or fear of failure, just like that. He looked at Xin Shijing in front of him.

Xin Shijing still smiled.

Gradually, the bottomless black eyes began to slacken.

He gritted his teeth and secretly exerted force with his hands on the ground. As soon as he got up staggeringly, countless blood overflowed from his body, instantly staining the black clothes.His chest seemed to be burning with a hot flame, his whole body was on fire, and the whole world in his field of vision seemed to be spinning.He straightened up, but only stumbled a few steps before falling down again.

"——He is a good young man who practiced martial arts, but it is a pity that he did not follow the right path... What a pity..."

Xin Shijing stretched out his hand to test Nan Xiaohuan's breath, and after a while, he sighed deeply.

After sighing, he got up and straightened his robe, turned around and made a gesture to walk out the door.

"Master Xin! Be careful!"

Outside the door, the face of the guard leader suddenly became extremely frightened, he screamed eagerly, and flew forward like an arrow.

But it's too late!

Behind Xin Shijing, the man in black who had collapsed there had disappeared, replaced by an extremely fast sword and extremely bright light!

Xin Shijing yelled, leaned away, and turned his head angrily: "You actually...!"

Before the words were finished, the black shadow in front of him suddenly disappeared out of thin air.Xin Shijing stared blankly at the open space in front of him.He has practiced excellent footwork since he was a child, and he thinks that his speed is already at the limit, but the seriously injured young man can escape his eyes...

Suddenly, the back of his neck felt cold, and Xin Shijing was stunned.

The next moment, a waterfall of blood gushed out from the broken neck, splashing the person who appeared there at some unknown time.

The small house was dilapidated and in a mess, and the guards who watched the whole fight were dead silent.

Nan Xiaohuan tore off the hem of the clothes on the body with a bang, wrapped the head that had fallen to the ground, and held it in his hand.

The guards in front of them all turned pale, and for a moment, no one dared to take a step forward.

Nan Xiaohuan glanced at them lightly, then jumped up suddenly, swept away a guard who was approaching with the long sword in his hand, and walked away with Xin Shijing's head in full view.

The perimeter is still heavily guarded.

Seeing the black shadow flying out, the soldiers who had been waiting for a long time waved their hands and ordered: "Shoot the arrow!"

Immediately, the arrows were densely packed like locusts, shooting towards the figure in mid-air.

After being hit by a few arrows in the back, the man who was already at the end of his strength paused and fell from the roof in an instant.

The guards like water immediately surrounded him.

Nan Xiaohuan tried his best to open his eyes, everything he saw was blood red.The guards around him kept opening their lips, as if they were shouting at him, but he couldn't hear anything, only the jade carving boy on his chest and the heavy head in his hand, reminding that what he saw was not an illusion.

The pain in the whole body has been numb, but the blood is still rushing out from the countless small wounds all over the body.He stood there staggeringly, as if he was about to fall down at any moment, his blood-stained face, reflected in the flames, was particularly ferocious.

"Master Xin...!" A guard's eyes fell on his hand, his eyes were wide open, and he cried out in horror.

In an instant, fear was driven away by anger, and the guards roared, raising their weapons and pressing towards him.

……

After a long while, layers of corpses were piled up in the original encirclement.

None of the guards behind dared to take a step.

It looked like he would fall if the wind blew, but he still used a long sword in one hand to kill an unknown number of people in an instant.

The guard at the front only felt a chill rushing into his body from the soles of his feet, and the hand holding the weapon began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Step aside!"

Shouting like thunder suddenly exploded, and I saw a burly man galloping on horseback not far away, it was Feng Qi, the lord of Wuhe City.

He rode on a horse, held his saber high, and ran towards Nan Xiaohuan along the divided road.

The overwhelming murderous aura hit with the strong wind, Nan Xiaohuan slowly turned to Feng Qi's original direction, and in an instant, a pair of black eyes that seemed to be blank shot out a strong light.

——Be sure to return safely... This poison is waiting for you to cure it...

In a trance, the man whispered softly in his ear.

Gold and iron symphony, blood splattered everywhere.

The saber in Feng Qi's hand fell to the ground far away, and the horse let out a long cry, and charged forward at the same speed as it came.The man on the horse fell straight down, lying on the ground, sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood, and couldn't speak anymore.

Where Nan Xiaohuan was originally standing, there were two long bloodstains extending to a distance of one zhang. There, he stood precariously, with the right arm holding the sword hanging limply by his side, which was clearly broken.

The fallen leaves rolled up by the strong wind swayed and fell to the ground slowly and gently.

"puff--!"

Nan Xiaohuan couldn't hold it any longer, spit out another mouthful of black blood, and knelt down on his knees.

In the blur, only a familiar voice sounded from afar, as if calling his name.

……

"Han Zhong? Han Zhong?!"

Quan Zixiao leaned in front of him, shouting again and again.

Wu Ye suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that the teacup in front of him was already full, and the teapot in his hand was still flowing out.

Subconsciously put down the teapot, but accidentally swept down the teacup.So the table is flooded with gold.

Quan Zixiao shook his head helplessly, picked up a rag beside him and began to wipe.After putting away the paper kites, he stayed at Wu Ye's place for another dinner. After the meal, he still refused to leave and insisted on squeezing into the same study room with him to read.As a result, I only watched it for a while, and then shouted for supper.

Wu Ye knew that he was a foodie, so he had to ask the kitchen to do it, but he just wasted the freshly brewed tea.

A muffled thunder exploded in his ears, and Wu Ye's body trembled suddenly.

The candlelight was flickering, and outside the house, the heavy rain began to fall all over the sky.

"What's the matter?" Quan Zixiao finished wiping the table, poured tea for the two of them again, and raised his eyes to ask.

Wu Ye was stunned for a long time, then he lowered his eyes and smiled lightly and shook his head: "It's nothing."

The heaviness in his chest was indescribable, vague, with a hint of bad premonition.

—I hope that person, everything goes well...