Xia Yun and his party consisted of seventeen people, and they were divided into two groups. The first group escorted Qin Ji, and the latter group transported the coffin. The coffin contained Qiu Baichuan's body, which was dug out from the ground in the backyard. It was full of pits and bites from insects and ants. , the belly is swollen into a drum and smells rancid. Yi Lian only slightly modified the tooth mark on the left neck, and no other manipulations were needed. No matter how clever he was, he couldn't find any clues.
The dead are not important, but the living are important. Xia Yun led Xia Qian, Yi Lian, He Yanzi, Yiqing Taoist and others to set off early and waited under the Pengguang Bridge on the Heiliu River. They saw Zhao Ying and his entourage galloping towards them, and greeted them from a distance. Go up.
Going to Youzhou, Zhao Ying took a light chariot and only ten followers. In addition to the two long followers who were always inseparable, there was also a military attache, a first-level officer and six guards with swords. The military attache was Zhao Ying's confidant and commanded Kangdingbian. He was tall and tall, used to marching and fighting, and his speech was quite heroic. The staff member's surname was Yang. He was in his thirties, with a face like a crown jewel and a slight beard under his chin. Zhao Ying called him Mr. Yang and his words were quite polite.
Zhao Ying only introduced Kang and Yang to Xia Yun. As for the six guards, he didn't even mention them.
Being able to serve as Zhao Ying's personal bodyguard was no simple figure. Yi Lian looked on with cold eyes. The six people were thick-boned and restrained. They seemed to be experts both internally and externally. Staff Yang took the initiative to slow down his horse, kept pace with Yi Lian, and greeted him politely: "Elder Yi seems to have a special regard for some of the guards?"
Yi Lian smiled and said, "Mr. Zhao has many talented people under his command. Those guards are hard to find even with a lantern!"
"Oh, where do you start with this?"
Yi Lian stroked his beard and said, "If Yi's old eyes are not dim..." Before he could finish his words, there was a sound of water in the Heiliu River, and the sword light rose into the sky and struck Zhao Ying directly.
The Pengguang Bridge was not wide and could only accommodate two riders walking side by side. Everyone walked slowly. Xia Xing and others had already crossed the bridge. Zhao Ying's horse was able to step onto the shore. No one expected that there were people on the border of Tanzhou. Dare to commit rebellion and assassinate Zhao Ying brazenly!
The commander of the capital, Kang Ding, was half a horse behind Zhao Ying. He had a thick waist and a strong body. The guards were blocked from view by him, and their reaction was half a beat slow. Two long followers were at the end of the battle, beyond the reach of their whips. In the midst of his busy schedule, Zhao Ying lifted the reins and the yellow gelding stood upright under his crotch. The sword happened to penetrate the horse's neck. The sword's power was blocked. Zhao Ying twisted his waist and rolled down under the saddle. A Qing Taoist took half a step to protect him. Stop, Qiu Ming's sword came out of its sheath, the sword light danced, piercing the opponent's eyes.
Zhao Ying escaped. After all, he was a military commander and had extraordinary courage. He raised his spirits and shouted: "Take this person down!"
Missing a hit, the assassin turned over and tried to jump into the Black Willow River. A strong wind suddenly rose behind his head, and six guards surrounded him. He stroked his sword and sighed, regretting: "What a pity! What a pity! It was that beast who saved your life!"
Xia Yun looked intently and saw that the assassin was a big man with a beard, dark complexion, and iron-like beard and hair. He was dressed in a coarse short shirt, dressed as a woodcutter in the mountains, holding a sharp sword in his hand. Not vulgar.
The yellow gelding lay on the ground, vomiting blood, and its legs kept twitching. Zhao Ying touched the horse's head, and a dark force came out from his palm, and said in a low voice: "You died because of me, I will give you a ride."
This move fell in the eyes of the assassin. He spat and said carelessly: "You are so hypocritical for a beast, but his grandma is really good at pretending!"
Staff Yang suddenly said: "Looking at your swordsmanship, you are from the Kunlun sect, right?"
The assassin was startled for a moment, couldn't help but raise his thumb, and praised: "Good eyesight!"
Staff Yang talked about his family treasures: "Taoist Huanglong, the leader of the Kunlun School, has accepted seven disciples in total, but only three of them have learned his true swordsmanship, the brothers Wu Yue and Wu Hao, the 'Kunlun Heroes', and Qiu Chuanhe, a close disciple. The Wu brothers have been famous for a long time. They cherish their feathers and would not do such shameless things. Could it be that you are Qiu Chuanhe, who is known as the 'Sword Qi Rushing into Bullfighting'?"
The assassin snorted coldly and said, "I am Qiu Chuanhe!"
Xia Yun had thoughts swirling in her stomach and thought to herself: "The two heroes of Kunlun, their sword energy is charging at the bullfighting, so powerful, I wonder how it compares to the Huashan Sect!" He had learned An Lianhua's Yuntai Sword Technique, and he felt inferior. A mere third-generation disciple is so impressive. The leader of Huashan Mountain and the masters of various peaks are even more unfathomable when you think about it.
Assistant Yang said: "Your Excellency assassinated Mr. Zhao, who was the instigator?"
Qiu Chuanhe laughed and said impassionedly: "Zhao Xing has done many unjust things and done many evil things. Killing him is a way of doing justice to heaven!"
Staff Yang looked back at Zhao Ying, who said calmly: "Zhao Hongtu sent you here, right?"
Qiu Chuanhe's heart trembled, and he subconsciously said: "Zhao Hongtu? Who is Zhao Hongtu?"
Zhao Ying waved his hand and said: "Such a brainless fool is not suitable to be an assassin at all. Is there anyone in Fanyang Town who doesn't know about Zhao Hongtu? Kill him, move quickly, and don't delay the trip!"
The six guards immediately took the order, their swords flashed and the cold air hit them, and they trapped the opponent in the sword array with their hands. "Could it be the long-lost Bahuang Liuhe Formation?" Qiu Chuanhe murmured in his heart. Using his left foot as a fulcrum, he spun around in a circle and saw the positions of the six people one by one.
Bahuang refers to the eight directions, east Li Zhen, west Kan Dui, south Qian Li, north Kun Kan, southeast Dui Xun, northwest Gen Qian, northeast Zhen Gen, southwest Xun Kun, Liu He refers to the internal and external three combinations, the essence, Qi and Shen combine to form The inner three unions, the hands, eyes, and body combine to form the outer three unions. Therefore, according to old legend, once the Eight Desolations and Six Unions Formation is activated, life and death will be snatched away, the changes are endless, and there will be no burial place for death.
Qiu Chuanhe made the first impression and felt timid in his heart. He waved his long sword to protect his vitals and decided to see clearly the opponent's formation first.
The swords and lights intertwined vertically and horizontally, and the six people cooperated flawlessly, but it was just a joint attack method in the army. The Eight Wastelands and Six Combined Formation, the eight poles could not hit the side. Qiu Chuanhe lost the opportunity and was trapped in the sword formation. He was exhausted and could only rely on a breath of true energy to support himself. The swords collided, sparks flew everywhere, and in the fierce fight, three knives were chopped down head-on. Qiu Chuanhe couldn't dodge, so he was forced to raise his sword to parry. With the strength of one hand, how could he withstand the combined strength of three people? His wrist felt sore and weak, and the sword edge had already deflected. When he reached the side, his body movements immediately stagnated, and his thigh had already been struck by a knife.
Blood gushed out like a spring. Under the severe pain, Qiu Chuanhe screamed and broke out desperately. His lower back and left armpit were severely injured again. Two knives penetrated deeply into his internal organs. He twisted and stirred and died immediately. Taoist Master Huanglong A closed disciple died in a daze under the knife of a guard.
Qiu Chuanhe's body was looted and thrown into the Heiliu River. The group continued on their way as if nothing had happened. Staff Yang was not interrupted by the sudden assassination and continued the previous topic, "Elder Yi, what do you think of the sword skills of these guards?"
Is it a casual chat, or is it a test of your own vision? Yi Lian suddenly became vigilant and said cautiously: "Well, they are all real skills, killing methods."
"Oh, I'd like to hear the details." Yi Lian's answer was unexpected. Staff Yang thought he would compliment the exquisiteness of the sword array.
"You don't stick to fighting alone, don't pursue fancy moves, and aim to kill your opponent. This is a combined attack technique in the military, which is rare in the martial arts."
Staff Yang raised his palm and praised: "Elder Yi really has a unique vision. These guards are all good soldiers in the army. They have been on the battlefield for many years and have a tacit understanding of cooperation. Qiu Chuanhe thought that he was trapped in the formation and missed the opportunity from the beginning. He could never get over it again. Pan. Well, if the place changes, how will Elder Yi deal with it?"
Yi Lian avoided the truth and pretended to be weak, and said with a smile: "Yi is not an opponent, so I can only capture him without mercy."
