Dongfang Shiming looked at him with calm eyes.
"Yes, we are familiar with each other once and twice. The third time we meet, we can be regarded as half-blood and half-blood." Dongfang Shiming raised the corner of his mouth, "Brother, long time no see."
Leng Wushuang's cheeks twitched slightly. He was clearly slapping himself in the face in front of a group of leaders. The implication was that he failed twice in a row and was simply incompetent.
Just as he was about to answer, he suddenly saw several leaders around him with mocking expressions on their faces, and his heart became even more angry.
"Hmph..." Leng Wushuang suppressed her anger, raised her chin with a sarcastic smile, and said, "When a person is about to die, his words are kind, and when a bird is about to die, its song is also mournful. It's true that you still speak harshly when you are about to die. I’m a little impressed.”
Dongfang Shiming did not flinch and continued to reply with a smile: "Then wait a moment, I want to listen to your whine."
"Don't talk nonsense to him." The man holding the eagle shouted impatiently.
"Brother Leng, is this the evil-killing scholar who even you can't subdue?"
The woman also put her finger to her lips, and giggled seductively, "Is it because she has something else to hide, or is it, Brother Leng, that your strength has declined?"
Listening to his companions scorning him one after another, Leng Wushuang could no longer suppress it, and the weapons in his sleeves screamed. He said loudly: "You don't need to take action, let me kill them alone!"
"Giggle, that's not possible." The thin man let out a strange owl laugh from his throat, "We're here now. The victory of killing the evil scholar is just around the corner, and we're not willing to come here in vain."
The woman shifted her gaze to Dongfang Shiming, sizing it up and nodding with satisfaction: "This little brother, after a closer look, has made the slave family tempted. The slave family can't help it, and will take him away now for treatment~ ~~"
"Let's do it!" The man holding the eagle lost his patience and shouted, and the sword on his back suddenly unsheathed.
Seeing that he was about to take action, the other people were not willing to be outdone. As if they wanted to snatch some treasure, they rushed to draw their weapons and killed the two people who were close at hand——
"It's really over now!" Jia Qian screamed, glaring at the thin man who was coming towards him and killing him.
Dongfang Shiming clenched his fists, his eyes greeted the flying blade, and a sly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth!
it's time! He bets that both of them are safe!
Instantly! The edge of the sword shines, killing from all directions!
At the moment when the four leaders moved at the same time, Xuan Mo's sword energy and pale sword shadow came across, like the sound of wind blowing across the ground, like the thunder that traveled across the ground, finally, help arrived!
With the cold and wonderful sword intent, the surrounding area was like a white scroll of rice paper. Only the sword energy and the blooming blood quietly turned into the color of ink, dripping freely!
"Ah!" Jia Qian was frightened by the aura he had never seen before.
Black ink splashed, the wind roared and the sand danced, everything in front of him seemed to be psychedelic. It took him a while to realize that the ink splashed on his body was actually the thin man's blood, but under this strange move, there was no bright red, only the color of Xuan Su's double points, Pingchuan Dinghai.
"Wu Ming·Splashing Ink Flowing Clouds."
There was a bit of arrogance in the idleness, and the words came after killing. Soon, the cold sword moves came to an end one after another, and the fantastic sword intent faded away. Looking at the scene again, the four people who were arrogant and domineering just now had turned into four corpses. Dark blood flowed all over the ground, staining the roadside. loess.
The strong wind blew up and rolled up the yellow sand on the ground, burying all the sinful blood of the four people.
"Ah, this, this, this..." Jia Qian trembled with his lips, still not recovering from the sudden change. Although he realized that he had been saved, the turn of events was so sudden that he could not believe it.
Dongfang Shiming couldn't help but admire the outstanding ability of this person behind the scenes, who was not inferior to Zui Chenxiang and others. With such a superb cultivation level, he can definitely become the first aid in the subsequent counterattack plan.
At this time, the wind and smoke cleared, and a figure walked slowly toward them from a short distance away.
I saw the person coming with fluttering clothes and an extraordinary aura. Especially the simple sword in black and white on his back adds to his extraordinary heroic spirit.
This man has a handsome face, and looks like a crown jewel, but he doesn't look like a young man. However, judging from his previous skills, Dongfang Shiming guessed that he was also the holder of the Xuan Hui, and his real age should definitely not be as young as he looked.
"Oh, I knew I would have kept that beautiful woman, but I did it without seeing it clearly. It's a pity."
The visitor did not say hello to them first, but sighed as he walked past the body of the female leader.
He slowly clasped his hands together and muttered a few prayers for a safe journey to the female leader, then breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to walk towards them.
Jia Qian had been stunned for a long time, but now he finally recovered, as if he had just woken up from a big dream.
When he saw the person coming, he immediately knew that he had just come to the rescue, so he ran over quickly, grabbed the person's hand, and burst into tears: "Thank you, thank you hero! The life-saving grace will be unforgettable in this life!"
Suddenly seeing such an unfolding, facing the extremely enthusiastic Jia Qian, the man was stunned for a moment. But then he laughed and took away his hand, scratched his head modestly and said: "No, no, it's just a trivial matter, it takes a little effort, it's not worth mentioning!"
Dongfang Shiming stood aside with his arms folded as if watching a show, but did not immediately greet him.
But Jia Qian was out of control, crying with joy and thanking him profusely, which made the man look embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
He quickly saw Dongfang Shiming standing aside, and quickly winked at him, asking him to help him out. A strange smile appeared on Dongfang Shiming's face. He looked at the man, then at Jia Qian who seemed to be out of control, and finally shrugged at the man, indicating that it was okay.
He coughed slightly, then said to Jia Qian with a faint smile:
"This hero is right, trivial matters don't matter. After all, the hardships you suffered along the way were all created by him."
The man suddenly showed a distorted expression, and his face was full of "Shut up!" But the words that were spoken were like water being poured out. When the words were finished, Jia Qian had already heard them clearly.
Obviously, the effect of this sentence is immediate. Jia Qian instantly froze on the spot, and his hands that were holding the man's clothes tightly just now didn't feel like they were loosening.
"Ah, no, no, actually..." The man waved his hands awkwardly, trying to come up with a better explanation.
Dongfang Shiming raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "If you want others to know, you have to do it yourself. Right, the real 'evil-eliminating scholar'?"
