beg for chivalry

Killing intent, this is the most uncontaminated thing in Yubai's sword technique.

Yubai Knife is a knife that does not kill, and it upholds the way of resolving conflicts and resolving disputes, so it does not show the slightest edge.But now Yu Qiuxia saw the tragic death of Elder Dongqing, and felt grief and indignation in his heart. The sword moves were like clear water flowing calmly, but now they seem to be mixed into turbid sand and gradually become chaotic.

The assassins flew forward, forming a group of three or five, scratching the iron handle of the hook and poking at the jade to seek flaws, setting off layers of snow waves.At this time several figures descended from the plum tree, slashing at his face with iron swords and steel knives, all of a sudden, the sky seemed to be shone with a cold light like a crescent moon.

Yu Qiuxia seemed to be hit by a chop, suddenly staggered and tilted, and rolled in the snow.The assassins wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but they saw him stand up suddenly from the snow, the jade white sword came out through the snow like white drills, flying chaotically, and the light of the sword swept across everyone in an instant.

An assassin let out a scream, and was thrown away by the knife for two feet.The remaining assassins looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to act rashly.Someone was panting frequently, but still pressed his voice and asked, "Who is this?"

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this person has made extraordinary moves.The assassins thought it was a baby bird of Tianshan Gate attracted by the elder's corpse, but they didn't want to bump into the most difficult bird of prey.

The blade was stained with crimson blood, bit by bit, like glaring scars.The corners of Yu Qiuxia's mouth are usually slightly curved in an amiable way, and the shallow dimples are full of smiles, but now his brows are tightly furrowed, and there is unresolved sadness and hatred between his brows.Although his eyes were bad, his ears could still distinguish clearly, and he shook his head slowly and said:

"Next? Just a sad person."

Yu Qiuxia felt pain in her body, but the pain in her heart was even worse.He would be moved by the joys and sorrows of people he met by chance, let alone the death of Elder Dongqing who raised him for seven years.

"Take his life, leave no one behind!" The assassin shouted from a distance, rushing towards his face through the sound of snow.Yu Qiuxia thought it was the evil spirit coming towards him, but she vaguely caught a glimpse of several black-crowded assassins suddenly separated from the frozen snow, rushing away with a figure walking alone in the wind and snow.

The figure was caged in the snow and mist, vague and indistinct, but the crisp sound of jade beads swaying and colliding could be heard in his ears, it must be a disciple of Tianshan Sect.The man seemed to be wounded, he staggered and moved with difficulty, moving forward in the snow field little by little.

Before the swords of the assassins arrived, they suddenly saw a person flying towards him like a gust of wind and thunder, blocking in front of the mountain gate disciples that day.Yu Qiuxia raised his hand, and the Yubai knife drew a bright silver arc from bottom to top. It was like a gust of wind suddenly blowing up thousands of points of snow and dust, forcing the assassins back.

Yu Qiuxia turned his face slightly, and his peripheral vision swept across the disciples of the mountain gate that day.The disciple had a handsome appearance, with a face carved from ice and jade, his robe sleeve was torn, exposing his bloody left hand.There was also a bone-deep gash on his leg, and blood trickled on the ice.

Seeing Yu Qiuxia's rescue, the disciple trembled all over, and then said intermittently: "Thank you very much."

"Run away, the farther you go, the better." Yu Qiuxia smiled gently, pushed him, and turned to face the fierce ghosts.

The disciple looked calm, and when his eyes fell on Yubai Dao, his pupils like a deep pool suddenly rippled.He pursed his lips, shook his head, and barely pulled out the sword at his waist. "No, I will fight against the enemy with you. You have a jade pendant on your sword, so you are a disciple of Tianshanmen? The elder told us that we should share adversity and help each other."

Yu Qiuxia said, "How can we share adversity? Where did the adversity come from?"

Before he finished his sentence, he held the blade in both hands and slammed towards the attacking sword, as if dazzling flames were splashed.But he bowed his knees slightly, and after pushing back, he flew up with a knife like flowing water and clouds. The blade was like a whip, slashing at the chests and abdomen of the assassins, but it smashed the protective heart hidden under the night clothes exquisitely. mirror.The assassins fell backward like weeds in the wind, clutching their hearts and wailing endlessly.

This technique is just like Changkang's splashing ink, it can be swayed freely, it is better than the sword skills of the elders.When Yubai Dao was soft, it was like wind and snow, but when it was just like frost and ice, the disciple was stunned and dazed when he saw it.Any kind of adversity is not worth mentioning in front of this exquisite sword technique, and it can be resolved in an instant.

"You... I don't know you. How can such a saber technique be unknown in the sect?" the disciple asked in a daze. "Have I ever had the honor of seeing you?"

Yu Qiuxia let out a long breath, tried to smile and said, "You should have beaten me before, Junior Brother. Follow me, and I will lead you out of here."

It's not just a face-to-face meeting, he used to be a thorn in the side of the Tianshan Gate. Yu Dongqing and Yu Xie set up a thousand-man golden gang formation twice, all to catch him who sneaked out of the gate.But now the two of them have no more words to talk about the old days, the assassins are pouring in like dark clouds, fighting with swords and shimmering coldly.Coupled with the fact that the poison of blindness was churning and attacking in the abdomen, Yu Qiuxia's face was pale in a short while, and a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead.

The disciple was injured in one hand and one foot, but he gritted his teeth and swung the cloud sword a few times to block the fierce blade left and right.The swordsmanship he uses looks solid, but in fact, it can be mastered. Yu Qiuxia can see that he has the strength of Shaolin.While distracted, he suddenly heard the disciple's voice tinged with anxiety. "Brother, are you hurt?"

This disciple, senior brother, yelled quite smoothly.Yu Qiuxia was taken aback for a moment, but when she lowered her head, she saw blood on her front skirt, and when she was astonished, blood dripped from her mouth.The assassins didn't hurt him at all, but every look and taste were like blunt knives in his stomach, bursting out with severe pain in an instant.In this distraction, swords came one after another, Yu Qiuxia managed to dodge it, but was scratched by the sword blade on the neck, and rolled in the snow, the pain was so severe that it was difficult to get up now.

"...Escape!" He exhausted all his strength, and just now he propped himself up on his elbows, trembling, and managed to squeeze out a voice from his throat.Yu Qiuxia originally thought that he could support him enough to lead this disciple out of the snow field, but he didn't want the poison to come so quickly.But the disciple shook his head, hugged him violently and flashed in the snow, the cold shiny blades of the assassins were nailed deep into the ground, and then pulled out very quickly, threatening to come forward.

I don't know how much snow was buried on the ground. The two rolled over in embarrassment, their backs creaked, and they were thrown into the snow.Ice scum rolled in the sleeves of the robe, making my whole body ache.The two of them seemed to have fallen deeply into a dirt ditch, and they fell to pieces.When I opened my eyes, I saw pitch blackness in front of me, and I couldn't see my fingers or the zenith when I stretched out my hands.Maybe there was a dark hole in the ground, they accidentally missed and fell into it.

In front of the mountain wall and on the snow field, the assassins were running towards the two with swords in hand, but the two figures were suddenly lost in front of their eyes, only the thick white snow covered their eyes, and there was no trace anywhere.So everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, momentarily at a loss.

Someone asked: "Are you still searching?"

Among the assassins was a man wearing a ghoul mask, his eyes were hollow and deep, his veins were exposed, and his fangs were exposed.Huo Yi patted Can Xue on Ghost's face, his eyes were cold.

"Sou, make sure to teach those two people that there is no way to live and no dead body to die."

Yu Qiuxia and the disciple fell into a snow cave.The moment they fell in, the snow on the top fell down again, covering the entrance of the cave.Yu Qiuxia was so painful that she couldn't straighten up, she was dazed thinking how shameful she was, one moment she was showing off in front of her junior, and the next moment she fell into the mud.

The disciple nervously dragged his back to crawl in the cave, and after a while he pushed through the snow and found a broken wooden manhole cover.After peeling it off, the inside was also pitch black, with an earthy and muddy smell.Yu Qiuxia was dragged and dragged into the well hole, and a big bamboo ladder was built underneath.

After climbing down, a light suddenly lit up in the darkness.Someone had covered the oil lamp with the palm of his hand before, and now when he released it, the well was illuminated.Yu Qiuxia struggled to open his eyes, only to see a few iron buckets scattered in front of him, the pottery wine jar was broken to the ground, and there was a strong smell of rice wine everywhere.There were many people sitting shoulder to shoulder in front of him, their dark eyes fixed on him intently, but their eyes were frightened and frightened.Everyone was wearing white robes and snow scarves, and they seemed to be disciples of Tianshanmen.

Yu Qiuxia remembered that this was the cellar where the wine was stored.To be honest, although alcohol is prohibited at Tianshan Gate, Elder Xi Xun is an out-and-out alcoholic, and secretly dug a cave to bury the best things he had collected.He also sneaked in a few times, but every time he couldn't drink enough, he would get drunk after drinking a cup, and finally he was carried out by the furious Elder Xi Xun, into the execution room and beaten severely.

As soon as the two of them went down, they were confronted by dozens of cold and bright swords.Yu Qiuxia was stunned, and when she wanted to speak, she felt a sharp pain in her chest, and coughed for a while, the white gauze of the bamboo hat was stained red with blood.The disciple didn't panic, and said in a low voice to the dark place: "Jiachen, it's me."

A man came out from the darkness, his handsome face was illuminated by the firelight, and there was even a bit of femininity in his delicate face, but his brows were straight.When Yu Jiachen saw the disciple, he was startled suddenly, and immediately waved his hands to ask all the disciples to put down their swords, and hurriedly asked, "You...you are fine! I just checked the number of people here, and I haven't seen you back for a long time, and I am very anxious .”

It turned out that since the invasion of Houtian Tower, all the disciples hid in the cave of Elder Xi Xun.Fortunately, Yu Xixun was digging holes to hide wine like a gopher, but there were places everywhere to hide.

The disciple went to get some fine cloth and safflower powder, but he didn't rush to bandage himself first, but squatted beside Yu Qiuxia, and asked softly: "Brother, where are you hurt? I'll apply some medicine for you. "

There was a sword wound on Yu Qiuxia's neck, but it wasn't the place that hurt the most, but the inside of the viscera that had been eroded one by one.At this moment, he felt pain so badly that he was sweating like a torrent, wriggling and curling up in one place.At this time, listening to the disciple's question, he could barely squeeze a few words, and asked suddenly.

"What's your name?"

The disciple paused for a moment before answering: "Zhi Xu. Yu Zhi Xu."

Yu Qiuxia breathed heavily for a few times, and smiled with difficulty: "Zhi Xu, I will show you the wound, and you can wipe it on for me."

Yu Zhi nodded slowly, rubbed some safflower powder on his hands, and then rubbed some fine slip ointment on his hands.At this time, Yu Qiuxia suddenly pointed to the cuts on his hands and legs, and said, "This is it."

Yu Zhixu was speechless, and his expression was a bit worried in the astonishment.

"I'm fine." Yu Qiuxia raised his head and panted intermittently, his eyes could no longer see clearly, and there was even a trace of blood red in the dim vision.After thinking for a while, he tried his best. "Keep the medicine to yourself."