Chapter 5 Horse Killing

Lou Shuitian didn't have time to think too much. He was about to step forward, but his wrist was hurriedly grabbed.

When she turned around, it was Jiang Yusheng.

"Don't go!" Jiang Yusheng said.

Crazy Horse's front hooves were raised high and were about to land on the apprentice of the medical center——

Lou Shuitian frowned, with a fierce look in his eyes. He gathered his strength and pushed Jiang Yusheng away. Jiang Yusheng coughed under the force - it must be that the injury he sustained last time was not good.

Lou Shuitian ignored him and grabbed the saber from his waist with his backhand. He ran forward and blocked the horse with the saber. He blocked the horse's hooves in mid-air and paused for a second.

With great strength and sufficient stamina, Lou Shuitian fell backwards and threw the frightened apprentice to the roadside in a flash of lightning. Due to this consideration, the horse's hoof fell heavily on Lou Shuitian again, causing Lou Shuitian to roll on the spot and narrowly avoid it.

Amid the noise was an uncontrollable exclamation: "Thirteen!"

Lou Shuitian didn't hear it and stood up quickly, only to see that the Crazy Horse was still running forward, and the whole long street was a mess wherever the horse's hooves passed.

She galloped to catch up, pointed her toes, soared into the air, and landed on the Crazy Horse's back with a leap. She tightened the reins with both hands, and the Crazy Horse raised its head and roared, but still couldn't control its momentum and jumped wildly on the spot. , Lou Shuitian was almost knocked down many times.

There's something wrong with this horse!

Lou Shuitian narrowed his eyes, his expression was stern, and he suddenly felt murderous intent. She quickly opened the scabbard and saw a flash of cold light. The sharp knife had been inserted straight into Crazy Horse's neck. Blood spurted out and splashed on Lou Shuitian's face, adding a touch of color to her cold brows.

Crazy horse neighed in pain and struggled several times. The huge strength before death threw Lou Shuitian off his back. Lou Shuitian jumped to the roadside and rolled a few times before stopping. She still stared closely. He held the crazy horse until it gradually lost its strength and fell down, dust rising up.

Everything is calm.

Although Jiang Jingtan's expression on Wangyue Tower was calm, her lips were extremely pale. He stared at Lou Shuitian, who was panting on the street, with a lingering anger and deep-hidden worry deep in his brows.

Jiang Yusheng stepped forward to help Lou Shuitian up, but she threw him away.

She glared at him: "Thanks to your young sect leader for fasting and chanting Buddha's name!"

That was an innocent human life. He just didn't save it, but he actually wanted to stop her.

Jiang Yusheng knew that he was in the wrong and silently accepted the sarcasm.

Lou Shuitian turned his attention to the crazy horse again.

The limbs are strong and strong, and there is a symbol on the body, which should be a war horse.

But a war horse appeared out of thin air in the busy city...

Lou Shuitian frowned slightly and subconsciously looked at Jiang Yusheng with inquiry in his eyes.

But Jiang Yusheng avoided her, lowered his eyes and said, "Thirteen, the young sect leader is here too, go and meet him."

Lou Shuitian didn't respond, but she suddenly felt the intense and eager gaze from the restaurant opposite. She raised her eyes and met Jiang Jingtan's gaze directly at the attic.

From a distance, the eyes cannot see clearly.

But Lou Shuitian still felt a sense of oppression at that moment.

She had just rolled on the ground a few times, her clothes were torn and covered with dust, and she was as embarrassed as a turtle in a urn. Jiang Jingtan, standing on the high pavilion, was free and proud, gentle, handsome, and neatly dressed, as if she could purify all darkness.

Some distant images flashed through Lou Shuitian's mind. She only captured a young man kneeling in front of the Buddha with his palms clasped, and an expression with some Buddhist compassion like the man in front of her.

After not seeing each other for five years, he was still used to being a strong man, used to standing on the high altar of heaven and looking down at all living beings, used to reaching out to her in a state of embarrassment, and receiving her grateful gratitude.

Lou Shuitian thought coldly.