Regarding Song Qian's statement, Song Xuan was silent for a moment.
What this says is true.
After pondering for a while, Song Xuandao said: "There is still a certain bottom line when doing things. Naturally, you can do anything to your enemies, but for ordinary people who have no grievances and no grudges, I prefer equal exchange."
"Oh!" Song Qian nodded clearly, "I understand. If I want something in the future, I will try to turn them into enemies first and then deal with them."
Song Xuan looked at the sky speechlessly, and Song Qian's way of thinking seemed to be getting more and more crooked.
It seems that he has succeeded in educating her since she was a child, but it seems that it has not been completely successful. Her extravagant thinking is a bit difficult for me, a time traveler, to keep up with.
In the distance, in the woodshed where Li Xunhuan was imprisoned, more and more martial arts people gathered.
Long Xiaoyun was not very skilled in martial arts, but he was very capable of making friends with masters. There were at least three or four innate warriors that Song Xuan perceived alone, and there might be other masters coming later.
Although these innate warriors are only the most ordinary kind, but even so, it can be seen that Long Xiaoyun is capable of winning people's hearts.
"Brother, why don't you take action? If you don't take action, Li Xunhuan will really go to the street!"
Song Qian held the watermelon rind in her hand and was eager to try it. She kept looking into the distance, and finally selected a bald man and prepared to give him a piece of watermelon rind.
"hold on!"
Song Xuan was not in a hurry at all, "Li Xunhuan has been around the world for so many years, but he still has a few true friends!"
Sure enough, after he finished speaking, a figure rushed into the yard where the firewood was placed, and then there was the sound of fighting.
"The fight has begun!" Song Qian became interested and stared at the courtyard without blinking.
But I saw a few muffled sounds coming from the yard, and several people fell to the ground after being suddenly attacked. A sword light flew into the sky in the yard, mixed with the cold and sharp aura, and struck everyone around with the sword. retreat.
Surrounded by the sword light, a figure moved and jumped, the sword coming out like the wind, trying to rush into the room where Li Xunhuan was being held.
But every time they approached the woodshed, they would be repelled by several masters, causing the situation to become stalemate.
"Ha ha!"
In the battlefield, a middle-aged man laughed and said: "Your sword skills are so superb, and you are not an ordinary person in the martial arts world. Why would you associate with Li Xunhuan, a plum blossom thief?"
The man who came to rescue Li Xunhuan didn't look very old, but his swordsmanship was already good. Seeing that he couldn't save Li Xunhuan, he stopped attacking. Instead, he pierced the chest of the man who was attacking in front of him with his sword, and then his body was like a sword. Liuguang is about to leave this place.
"Brother, do you know this person?"
Song Xuan nodded, "Li Xunhuan's good friend is named A Fei. He is very talented in swordsmanship and his future achievements should be high. It's a pity that he is a licker."
After thinking about it, Song Xuan added, "Not yet."
The current Ah Fei should not be charmed by Lin Xian'er yet, and he is not Lin Xian'er's licking dog yet.
In the future, A Fei, after experiencing a dog-licking career and finally achieving enlightenment, has reached a state of perfection in swordsmanship, and his reputation as a flying swordsman can make the entire world tremble.
He is still too young now, but even so, in Song Xuan's opinion, not many people in the entire Mingzhou world can beat him in a one-on-one duel.
But it's a pity that Jianghu has never been about hello, me, hello, everyone. Fighting alone is something only among the best masters. In most cases, people in Jianghu are shoulder to shoulder and directly besieged. Who is going to play with you? What a solo fight.
The middle-aged man who spoke first shouted, "If you want to leave, please stay!"
This man's name is Tian Qi, and he is also a well-known innate master in the martial arts world, and he is quite prestigious.
As his words fell, figures appeared from all over the yard, all wearing black costumes and holding repeating crossbows. They aimed at A Fei with a storm of arrows.
The crossbow is the most feared weapon for warriors. Its penetrating power is too strong. Even if an innate warrior has true energy to protect his body, he will not be able to sustain it for long if he is hit by an overwhelming rain of arrows.
Ah Fei's sword is very fast and his sword intention is extremely sharp. If it is a one-on-one duel, the average innate master will have a high probability of being killed in one move.
But his swordsmanship also has flaws. It is fast enough, but there are not many changes in the swordsmanship. This also means that he is very capable in single combat, but he will have a hard time facing group attacks.
If Song Xuan faced this wave of arrows, he only needed to use one sword, and the sword could evolve into hundreds of changes, and he could easily block all the incoming arrows.
But Ah Fei fired more than ten swords before he chopped off the crossbow arrows in front of him, which consumed a lot of energy.
"kill!"
When several innate warriors saw this, they rushed up and launched a siege. They took advantage of your illness to kill you. How long would it be before they took action now?
But in the face of the crowd, A Fei looked extremely calm and indifferent. The long sword in his hand turned into a bolt of lightning, and the dazzling cold light cut through the sky. He didn't care about the other people and stabbed directly at Tian Qi who had spoken before. .
This sword light came too suddenly and too sharply, like a thunderbolt, it came to his eyes in a flash. Tian Qi just felt that his eyes were blurred, and his throat had been pierced by the long sword.
"Uh...uh..."
He held his throat in disbelief, his eyes showing the fear of death, roared unwillingly, and then fell to the ground and died.
With his death, there was a gap in the original siege formation. Ah Fei seized the opportunity and flew up to leave.
But at this moment, something unexpected happened again, and the door of the woodshed suddenly shattered. Among the debris in the sky, an old monk appeared at the door.
"Amitabha, the donor killed someone and wants to leave like this?"
Ah Fei, who had always had an expressionless face, finally changed his expression when he saw the old monk, and he stared at him with some fear.
"I'm only here to save people. They want to kill me. Why can't I kill them?"
That old monk was Master Xinmei who led a team from Shaolin and prepared to take Li Xunhuan back to Shaolin Temple.
This person is extremely prestigious in the martial arts world, and his martial arts skills are extraordinary. Even a swordsman like A Fei, who is best at sealing throats with a sword, would not dare to slack off when facing this person.
"Amitabha, why should the donor be stubborn and insist on joining the plum blossom thief? Listen to the poor monk's advice and put down the butcher knife...ah...who hit the poor monk with the watermelon rind?!"
Ah Fei is very powerful, and Master Xinmei wants to persuade him to put down his butcher knife and convert to Buddhism, but before he can finish his words, a piece of watermelon rind hits him on the head.
This made Master Xinmei feel angry and at the same time, he felt even more horrified.
What kind of watermelon rind could hit him on the head without even reacting?
If the other party is a ruthless person and uses a hidden weapon instead of a watermelon rind, wouldn't he be in danger today?
