However, he was a ninth-grade expert after all. In a critical moment, he flicked his wrist and lifted up his previously drooping long hair from bottom to top, blocking the opponent's path. If he didn't dodge, there would be a risk of being disembowelled.
At this time, he had already seen the other person's appearance clearly. He had an extremely ordinary face. Normally, he wouldn't attract the slightest attention when he saw it. This was also the reason why he had not noticed it before.
He noticed that even though the other party was moving at such a high speed, his face still didn't change at all. He immediately realized that this was probably not the other party's true appearance, but a mask or something, a mask so thin that no one could find any flaws. It's really an ingenious work. It's definitely not an ordinary person who can have such a mask.
Sure enough, the man didn't dodge, and directly reached out to grab the barrel of his gun.
Yang Sheng thought to himself, is the other party crazy? He actually wants to strike with bare hands? As long as he stirs it up casually, won't his hand become useless?
He snorted coldly, moved his long spear slightly to the side, and stabbed it directly into the opponent's palm.
However, after seeing the opponent's clever timing before, he didn't dare to have any contempt, and secretly kept his strength.
I saw the opponent's hands intertwined, and the two hands were like eagle claws clasping the long spear tightly. At the same time, like a water snake, they swam directly along the barrel of the gun, and were in front of him almost in the blink of an eye.
Yang Sheng was so shocked that he couldn't care about anything else at this time. He just gave up the long spear in his hand and used his strength to retreat violently back.
Fortunately, he didn't underestimate the other party just now, and secretly reserved some strength, otherwise the other party's hand might have been inserted into his chest by now.
Even though he dodged quickly, because of the surge of energy and blood just now, he was unable to exert his full peak strength, so he still had several deep blood marks on his body.
Zu An, who was on the top of the mountain, saw all this and thought to himself that the skill in the claws of the seventh gold medalist was really impressive.
And he also saw that the seventh gold medalist was actually merciful. Otherwise, how could such a great opportunity to sneak attack only leave a few blood marks on Yang Sheng?
The main purpose of Gold Medal No. 7 this time was to rob someone to verify something, not to rebel, so it was naturally impossible to kill him.
At this time, Yang Sheng was frightened and angry. After distancing himself from the opponent, he began to command his soldiers to form a formation. With the help of his men, he was able to barely block the attack of the seventh gold medal, but the entire valley was already in chaos.
Zu An looked at the hiding place of the men in black and frowned when he saw that they still had no intention of taking action.
The time to discuss with Gold Medal No. 7 was coming soon, and he didn't want to be benefited by those men in black after taking action.
Suddenly something moved in his mind, and he looked at the old man in black robe who was thrown aside, wondering how he had planned to give the signal to his men at the beginning.
After groping for a while on him, I found something like a loud arrow.
So he took it out and released it downwards. The sharp and shrill sound of the sounding arrows pierced the valley. The men in black who were hiding got the signal and rushed out one after another.
Gold Medal No. 7 was also shocked. He thought they were helpers brought in by Gold Medal Eleven, but judging from the attire of those people and their merciless attacks, they were obviously not from the official family.
As they joined in, the formation of the escort team was completely disrupted. There were bloody fights everywhere, but the carriage was quiet.
Soon, more than a dozen men in black rushed toward the carriage. The guards near the carriage tried to stop them, but they were quickly outnumbered and felled to the ground.
The men in black knocked open the carriage door, and just as they were about to say something, a sharp sword energy suddenly shot out, and the men in black at the front were instantly torn apart.
"Sword Qi!" Gold Medal No. 7 secretly paid attention to this side, and he immediately recognized that it was Liao Ling, the Lord of Yi County, who had taken action.
"Previous information revealed that he was at the peak of the seventh level, but I didn't expect that he had broken through recently." He was worried in his heart. Although Gold Medal Eleven was quite clever, his cultivation seemed a bit weak, so how could he possibly steal someone from him.
He wanted to go over and help, but unfortunately Yang Sheng was not easy to deal with, so he led many of his men to surround him tightly.
At this time, a middle-aged man slowly walked out of the carriage. His eyebrows were square and his whole body seemed to have an aura of awe.
Feed the sword with the righteousness of heaven and earth!
The seventh gold medalist became more and more worried. This kind of sword is a gentleman's sword, a sword of righteousness. It is much more powerful than the masters of the same level. I'm afraid it will take a lot of tricks to deal with him. What does the gold medal eleventh have? Method.
At this time, the remaining men in black near the carriage held their knives in front of them, formed a simple combined attack formation, and rushed toward the opponent.
"The Demon Cult's Five Elements Formation!" Gold Medal Seventh's heart sank, as some of his conjectures seemed to have been confirmed.
At this moment, Liao Ling moved, and saw a flash of cold light, leaving countless afterimages in a radius of one foot, and then the next second those afterimages all returned to one, and finally returned to his body, as if from beginning to end He stood still and didn't move.
But those men in black covered their necks one by one, and the blood could not stop flowing out, and they fell to the ground helplessly.
He didn't even look at these people. Instead, he looked in the direction of the seventh gold medal and frowned slightly.
The men in black nearby had just been frightened by the force of his sword, and they all hesitated and did not dare to step forward.
"Miss Qiu, your sect sent these people to rescue you, but I'm afraid they will have to return in vain." He did not go to help Yang Sheng, but stayed in front of the carriage.
A soft and touching sigh came from the carriage: "City Lord Liao, since you are being attacked here, you must know in your heart that it will never be that simple."
Liao Ling fell into silence, and after a long time he said bitterly: "Yes, I guess we can't guard you anymore, but Miss Qiu is too happy too early. I will kill you first before you are rescued."
"You dare to kill me?" There was a hint of sarcasm in Qiu Honglei's voice.
"Yes, King Yan and the others are concerned about your master and do not dare to kill you, but I am different. I practice a breath of awe-inspiring aura. As long as I feel that I have no shame in the world, I will not care about anything else."
After saying that, he stabbed directly into the carriage with his sword. Apparently, he understood that since the people of the Demon Sect were ambushing here, it proved that their plan to hide the truth had completely failed. The masters of the Demon Sect were all out, so how could they stop them? live?
It would be better to kill this demon sect witch directly. After all, it is rumored that she is a close disciple of the witch Yun Jianyue, and she may inherit the position of leader in the future. Killing her at this time can also be regarded as getting rid of a future enemy for the court.
Qiu Hong's face changed slightly with tears in her eyes. How could this guy take action just as he said without any moral ethics?
At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed in front of her, so fast that even Gold Medal Seventh, Yang Sheng and others who were fighting in the distance turned their heads.
"Could it be that Yun Jianyue is here?" This was what everyone was thinking.
Only Liao Ling knew it was not the case, because he had already seen the other person clearly, and suddenly there was a man in the carriage. Although his face was covered, he could tell that he was quite young.
"As long as it's not Yun Jianyue, this sword can't stop it!" This is the swordsman's confidence in his sword. Within three feet, life or death is up to him.
Although he didn't understand why the other party suddenly appeared in the carriage, he struck out with his sword and never looked back.
Since the other party was standing in front of Qiu Honglei, it proved that he was probably a member of the Demon Cult, and this sword was enough to nail the two of them together.
"Hiss~" The horses in front struggled uneasily. Although the sword was not aimed at them, the animal instinct made them feel danger and killing intent.
The entire carriage could no longer resist the sword energy and was cut into pieces in an instant, revealing the two people in the carriage.
The sword energy of this sword was so dazzling that the people fighting in the distance covered their eyes.
The seventh gold medal made his heart sink. Liao Ling's Haoran sword energy was so powerful. If the opponent was one foot away, he had eighteen ways to counter the opponent's sword.
If it is within one foot, there are only three methods left.
If it was within three feet, even he could only avoid its sharp edge. Although he could save his life, he would probably be injured.
Gold Medal Eleven, it’s over!
He regretted that he should not have involved the other party, causing him to lose his life in vain.
Judging from previous contacts, Gold Medal Eleven is obviously a more resourceful colleague. Cultivation is not what he is good at. If he can be among the gold medals just with his brains, you can imagine how bright the future will be.
"Why do you have to use your own shortcomings to compare with other people's strengths?" At this distance, it would be too late for him to save him.
The next moment, the sword energy dissipated.
"I'm afraid Gold Medal Eleven has been torn into pieces by the sword energy." Gold Medal Seventh thought.
"It's over. Qiu Honglei died here. In Yun Jianyue's rage, none of us here could survive. How can a scholar like Liao Ling be better than a martial artist like me!" Yang Sheng thought.
"What a pity for such a charming and beautiful woman." Ordinary soldiers thought.
But soon everyone's eyes widened, and the originally brutal fighting stopped in unison. There was a strange tranquility in the noisy valley, and everyone looked in the direction of the carriage.
What they imagined did not happen. The young man sat casually next to Qiu Honglei, and Liao Ling's gleaming sword tip stopped three inches in front of the two of them, and was gently pinched by the young man's two jade-like fingers. Stay, but still can't move any further.
The dilapidated carriage, the beauty in black dress, and the masked young man in green shirt, which I felt pity for, formed a beautiful picture.
And the swordsman in white as snow is the best embellishment of this picture.
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Two chapters have been updated today. By the way, I suddenly remembered whether I mentioned changing my pen name before. Now it may really be put on the agenda. Can anyone help me think of any good pen names that are more fairy-like?
