[Sword Three] [Hua Yang] Qian Jixue

The umbrella was opened a bit out of season, and a conspicuous white flower bloomed on the bridge deck, attracting attention high and high.

"What are you?" Han Qingyun asked.

Mo Zhiqi, who was always talkative and noisy, pursed his lips for some reason and remained silent at this moment. Hearing this, he put away his pen and still held his umbrella stubbornly.Han Qingyun didn't say much until he had an explanation, raised his sleeve to wipe off the rainwater on the sword, and let his aura fall in front of him with a single thought.

Compared with head-on fortifications, it is very convenient to chase and kill from the blasted gap.The more Spikes are attracted, the safer Tangying and the evacuated refugees will be. Correspondingly, the more dangerous this place will be.

The ambush just now was going to be useless soon, several knights rushed over quickly, dragged their weapons on the ground and wiped out a trail of sparks, and turned around to defend against the enemy when they reached their sides.

Han Qingyun rubbed shoulders with them, and with a light slap, knocked the nearest pursuer to the ground.

Chasing after him with a vigorous wolf tooth, wielding a meteor hammer, riding a huge jackal, dripping blood while running, the fierce eyes of the two are exactly the same.

Fortunately, a companion had set up a trip before, and the movement of the enemy's weapon swinging towards him was much slower.Han Qingyun bent down to avoid the thick iron chains on his wrists, turned around and used his sword to block the thick wolf teeth that were biting when he turned his head.The stench of biting a dead person breathed on his face in an instant, making him have to jump away and take precautions again.

"These elite soldiers are hard to deal with. Do you want to retreat first..." He was so dizzy while parrying, and asked Mo Zhiqi's opinion with a frown.

Wan Hua stood close to him, squinting at him with a stern face, which was equivalent to a resolute rejection.

Mo Zhiqi was clearly holding the paper umbrella, and almost perfectly dodged the incoming weapon attack, acting as if no one else was around, as if he was walking.

Han Qingyun picked one out of the slanting thorns and fell into the river, and then said: "Then you should be careful?"

Mo Zhiqi's face, which had been tensed for a long time, relaxed, and smiled softly, "I heard that."

When Han Qingyun heard his promise, he immediately felt relieved, but the Spike soldiers who rushed to the bridge were really difficult to deal with, and they had to avoid arrows to fight, making rounds while fighting, but they still couldn't shoot them down.The dozen or so companions on the side couldn't gain the upper hand, and those who were physically exhausted looked into the distance from time to time, waiting for orders from behind.

The bridge is not too high, relying on the river below to withstand it for a while, in the face of the black and white attacks from time to time, several stone bricks have been broken.

"I can't hold on." Mo Zhi looked away, and suddenly reminded, "Even if the ambush is not ready, it's time to go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the stone bridge shook violently under the bombardment, and the road was slippery in rainy days, and the people on the edge fell down when they couldn't stand firmly.The rumbling thunder was also mixed in, and the muffled sound of the landing made people tremble with fear.

"It's not safe here." Mozhi glanced at the sky expectantly, and said again.

Han Qingyun nodded, let go of a few rolling logs, and retreated to the end of the bridge with others, and only then took the time to replenish his aura, and then he heard the human say:

"Can't the bridge be blown up?"

"...No, rainy days, the buried mines are all dumb."

"...What should I do? There is a town behind me."

"What? Didn't withdraw?"

"...There are always people who refuse to leave."

A few people exchanged briefly while playing, explaining the situation in various ways.It's no wonder that for refugees in troubled times, it doesn't matter where they go to die on the road or at home, and many people choose to stay.

But people who come and go in the rivers and lakes have to take these lives seriously.

Han Qingyun's complexion was very bad, partly because of the current situation, partly because of the injury on his shoulder, now he was able to rely on a few rows of rolling logs to catch his breath, and he was already pale and exhausted.

Mo Zhiqi was still holding his umbrella, and suddenly asked, "Is Zhenshanhe ready?"

He didn't even mention his name, causing the rest of Chunyang in this group to look over instantly.

"Always there." Han Qingyun replied.

He didn't hear Mo Zhiqi's answer, the thunder slammed into the ground, and the roar of hungry wolves accompanied the chariots driving on the bridge, roaring and occupying the top of the bridge.

Han Qingyun clenched the hilt of the sword, and after a while, he walked forward, but saw the person beside him move, blocking the thick smoke and the approaching weapon, and pulled him into his arms under the light of the daylight. Buckle tightly.

"Zhenshanhe." Mo Zhiqi's voice sounded forcefully in his ears.

This was the first time they were so close, Han Qingyun was enveloped in the strong smell of the medicine, even though he was dizzy, he instinctively swung his sword to stimulate his mind, and the profound sword metamorphosed into a hood with yang energy.

Immediately afterwards, there were screams, and those companions who had experienced many battles and remained calm seemed to be shouting, as well as the howling of hungry wolves and the roar of the enemy army. In the thunderous thunder, the ground under their feet was tearing apart.

Han Qingyun couldn't see anything, his head was pressed tightly and hugged tightly, only Wanhua's flat black front was open in his eyes.

What happened at that moment, no one saw clearly.

The too dazzling electric light blinded those who opened their eyes, and the terrifying loud noise was as terrifying as heaven and earth shattering. Even the most heroic people instinctively fled at that moment.

The loud noise stopped for a long time, and the survivors dared to lean over slowly.From the end of the bridge to the end of the bridge, there is nothing left, and the elite Spikes who were on the bridge are gone.Half of the wooden towers on the bridge abutments at both ends were gone, and they were burning fiercely. From time to time, stones on the bank were broken and rolled down into the rushing water.

The four-foot land covered by the Zhenshan River was intact, and hanging on the collapsed bridge abutment stood the terrified Mo Zhiqi and the dazed Han Qingyun.

Some people said that it was Wanhua who was so lucky to hold an umbrella on a rainy day, which accidentally attracted a lightning strike. If it wasn't for the fear that Langya would make Han Daochang fall down the town, it would have been wiped out by now.

Some people also said that it was the lightning that hit the flagpole first, and then jumped onto the top of the umbrella. If it wasn't for the quick throw of the paper umbrella, even Zhenshanhe might not be able to stop the sky's wrath.

In any case, a lightning strike replaced the wet fire thunder, and the entire bridge collapsed, stopping the wolf tooth's crazy attack.The chariots and trains behind were studded with iron and loaded with guns. They were burned and exploded, and the aggressive pursuit of the rebels was instantly disintegrated.

And the suspected instigator——Wanhua Mozhiqi survived the catastrophe, but his face was pale with fright, and he sat on the crumbling abutment, speechless for a long time.

There was no threat for a while, and the knights were able to rest for a while, and then joined the brothers who came to meet them, avoided the dilapidated villages, and walked around the high slopes.

This section of road connects with Hukou, it is flat and open, and it is not too long. Even because of the rain in spring, a large area of ​​flowers and plants appeared.

A few young knights were still talking about what happened just now, talking loudly and happily with relish and embellishment.If it hadn't just been through the flames of war, it would be no different from an outing.

Han Qingyun was always lacking energy.The arrow wound on the shoulder was still aching after simple treatment, the fighting consumed most of his strength, the sea of ​​energy had not yet adjusted his breath in place, and walking among the fragrant flowers was even more uncomfortable.

Mo Zhiqi accompanied him to procrastinate and walk behind, regained some energy and started chattering again.Said that he closed his eyes and missed the unparalleled spectacle just now, and wondered if the war wolf had been roasted, but it was a pity that he lost a piece of wild game.

Han Qingyun turned to look at him, the feeling of being hugged tightly by Wan Hua still made people blush.He saw that his face was pale but cheerful, his smoky eyebrows were understated, a little red was hidden at the end of his gorgeous eyes, and everything else was hidden.

The "Zhen Shanhe" just now was decisive and resolute, the person who fell did not hesitate, just because the person who said it had a plan in mind.

The senior brother may not know it, and others have not noticed it. Similar luck happened more than once. The last time was a landslide in the canyon...

But how is this possible?

Han Qingyun thought for a while, his head was numb, then he shook his head, and Mo Zhiqi, who turned his face to smile at him, turned into four double images in his sight, and he praised him that his sound of township and rivers was like a sky from outside.

The fragrance of the flowers was strong, Mo Zhiqi realized it, and hurriedly stretched out his sleeve to cover his mouth and nose, Han Qingyun was gasping for breath and fell to the ground.