Jianghuke

"Zixi?!" The sharp indifference in Jiang Wuzhou's eyes disappeared in an instant, he subconsciously lowered his sword to his side, his eyes wandered around for a few turns, and fell on Cen Xi's injured eye, and suddenly became a little confused, "Your eyes? "

"Stop!" The right protector scrambled and scrambled away from the rockery, hid behind the man who was holding Cen Xi, and said in a trembling voice, "You, if you dare to take half a step closer, I will ask someone to kill this kid !"

Jiang Wuzhou's hand holding the sword was clenched tightly, his veins bulged, and the tip of the sword pointed to the Dharma protector to the right again, his voice was as cold as if he had been immersed in ice water: "Let him go."

"Put, put down the sword!" The right protector, whose body was soaked in blood, shaking like sieve chaff, face like golden paper, almost half-dead, roared frantically, "Otherwise I will Take off his arm! Did you hear me, put down the sword quickly!!"

Jiang Wuzhou's expression was slightly cold, and he stared at him for a while, Qing Lingling's eyes were like cedar flowing clouds, overlooking the black rotten soil at the foot of the mountain with contempt.

The atmosphere is getting stiff, like a string is tense, and the sword is on the verge of firing.

Suddenly, he let go of his fingertips, and the long sword fell to the ground with a "clang", and said softly: "Okay."

The right protector's eyes widened, a little unbelievable that it was so easy to turn the tables, he was dazed for a moment, and hurriedly said: "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up! Hurry up and arrest him!"

After receiving the order, all the people rushed forward, trying to restrain Jiang Wuzhou.

It was too late and then it was too fast, I saw a cold blade light up suddenly, like a silver leaf whirling, graceful steps and body skills are like flowing clouds and flowing water, where the light of the knife splashes, several gorgeous blood flowers are splashed, accompanied by one after another. The screams were like a hunting feast filled with the breath of death.

Cen Xi only felt a lightness on the back of his neck, and then he was gently received into his arms, and the rope on his body snapped and fell to the ground.

"Zixi, it's okay. Don't worry, I'll take you away right away."

He fell into the warm embrace, dazed for a long time, touched the blood-stained white clothes quite unrealistically, gently rubbed his head against it, and couldn't help his nose sore.

The numb wound seemed to wake up from a dream, the five senses came alive again, and the piercing pain pierced the brain.Cen Xi pursed his lips, and was about to whimper twice when he suddenly remembered something, and struggled hastily: "Brother, brother, go quickly, leave me alone, that right guard is just following orders, and there are people behind..."

As if in response to his words, at this moment, there was a sound of rustling footsteps deep in the stone path.

"It's okay, I'm here." Jiang Wuzhou carefully carried the man under the tree and settled him down. Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes and saw a pair of black boots soaked in dew, stepping on the precious flowers and plants on both sides of the stone path, taking it easy walked towards himself.

The owner of the black boots seemed to avoid the pool of blood left by the right guardian in disgust, stopped on the edge of the rockery, clapped his palms and said with a smile: "Wonderful, really wonderful. It is rumored that Baiyi Wumian is proficient in eighteen kinds of martial arts. The Emei thorn also makes it so superb, it is really admirable."

"It's you, Kang Yuanming." After seeing the person who came, Jiang Wuzhou looked solemn, and protected Cen Xi who was lying under the tree behind him. He was not particularly surprised by the appearance of this person, "It seems that the Baiyun faction has long since died. To the core, there are not many real Baiyunmen left, and almost all of them have become Xuanzong's hidden piles in skins. Or, did Master Yao do it on purpose?"

"Isn't it too late for Mr. Jiang to say this at this time? The killing order has been issued, Zang Qinghuan died, Lingde Lake fell, and it is only a matter of time before Xuanzong takes Feihua Pavilion as his own..."

"Lore order?" Jiang Wuzhou grasped the word keenly, "So, all the factions in the Jianghu suddenly decided to attack Chidie, and Fang Hongxuan was behind it?"

"The suzerain takes care of everything every day, so I don't have time to care about such trivial matters, but I just do it conveniently." Kang Yuanming smiled slightly, his eyes fell on Cen Xi, "The suzerain just ordered me to capture this kid alive and bring him back to Montenegro to refine it into a medicine man. As for Zhong Qinghuan...it was his bad luck, the rented fleet belonged to the Li Zi firm on the surface, but the Baiyun faction was the big boss behind the scenes. Since the fat meat was delivered to the door by himself, is there any reason to let it go? Besides, I have always remembered the great gift from Tianshui Town, and I don't know how to repay it. Is Mr. Jiang still satisfied with the current gift?"

"Qing Huan rented the fleet of the Baiyun Sect? How could it be?" Jiang Wuzhou was stunned, his thoughts turned a thousand times in an instant, and he faintly realized a little bit of enlightenment, the corners of his tense mouth immediately relaxed, and he leaned over at his feet Picking up a long knife from the dead body, he said casually, "How many black witches did you bring? If it's less than double ten, I'm afraid it's not enough."

Kang Yuanming narrowed his eyes, and said coldly, "What a big tone."

Jiang Wuzhou waved the long knife absently twice, looked around from the corner of his eyes, the gloom between his brows was swept away, but he didn't have much joy, he just said: "Kang Yuanming, you treat me as a turtle in the urn, escape No. Don’t you know that the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows behind——Long Qinghuan, have you seen enough? If you’ve seen enough, get the hell out!”

Kang Yuanming was taken aback, and immediately said with a smile: "Young Master Jiang, could it be that the donkey is so poor that he can even play tricks like this..."

Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed.

The surrounding flowers, trees and dwarf trees gathered together, and with a few rustling sounds, dozens of people emerged, all dressed in Feihua Pavilion costumes, like divine soldiers descending from heaven, enclosing all the flowers, trees and the rockery here.

The so-called "whereabouts are unknown and life and death are unknown" Zhong Qinghuan came out more and more, and for some reason his face was strange.

"How do you..."

Zhong Qinghuan was in a bad mood, and when he caught someone scolding whomever he caught, he immediately said mockingly, "What's wrong with me? Why didn't I lie in the San'ao River to feed the fish? Fang Huaiyuan's bastard tortoise isn't dead yet. Why go down to see the King of Hades first? Kang Yuanming, how many people did you bring to Lingde Lake to talk so arrogantly? I remember that when I first entered the door, there were indeed a few annoying flies buzzing and screaming. ...Hey, those eighty or ninety trash dim sums lying outside are not yours, are they? Now that they are gone, what is Mr. Kang planning to do? Dig a hole and bury himself? "

Feihong, who followed closely behind him, said, "Pfft."

"What are you laughing at? Didn't you see someone lying on the ground? Don't worry, hurry up and find the doctor."

"Yes, Pavilion Master."

"You, you, and you, you guys go to the dungeon and release everyone. The wounded are temporarily placed in the martial arts arena. If there are not enough, move some to the meeting hall. The doctor will arrive in a while."

"Yes, my subordinates will do it immediately."

"As for Mr. Kang—are you going to the dungeon honestly, or should I break your arms and legs and drag you there?"

Kang Yuan was obviously caught off guard by this unexpected turn of events, his expression was gloomy, he was silent for a long time, and suddenly smiled and said: "Chang Qinghuan, this time I admit defeat. But you may not be able to hold on to this precarious flying flower full of holes. Pavilion, I am waiting for the day when Xuanzong takes it into his pocket."

"In the bag? Wait for the next life, I'll see you off when I have time, don't accidentally fall into the beast's way, I'll see you in the pigsty someday. Hold on!"

After cursing and cleaning up the situation, Zong Qinghuan turned his gaze to Jiang Wuzhou, and before he could speak, a long knife was laid across his neck.

"Explain." Jiang Wuzhou didn't seem to be joking at all, and said coldly, "Before I left, I asked you to take good care of Cen Xi. Is this how you took care of him?"

Noon Qinghuan glanced at the long knife on his neck, then looked at the poor little doctor Cen, who still had the aura of resoluteness before, and said cautiously: "Wu Zhou, listen to me, something happened..."

"Accident? What accident? Didn't you take the initiative to use that fleet after discovering the clue?"

"Uh, yes, but..."

"At the cost of the entire Lingde Lake, put all your eggs in one basket to catch Fang Hongxuan's real confidant in the Baiyun Sect?"

"You can say that, but..."

"And it so happened that Cen Xi injured Fang Huaiyuan, and he was especially hated by Xuanzong, so he became the bait in the trap you set." Jiang Wuzhou didn't give him a chance to talk, the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, almost I couldn't contain my anger, "If you just want to say that Zixi was saved in time in the original plan and that he wouldn't suffer such a serious injury, then there's no need to say it!"

"..." Unexpectedly, Zong Qinghuan calmed down, and she really didn't say anything. She looked at him calmly, with a little paleness that was not obvious on her fair face.

It just so happened that someone came to report at this time: "Pavilion Master, Zuo Hufa has been tortured in prison, I'm afraid... he will lose some disabilities."

Zhong Qinghuan was startled for a while, then took another look at Jiang Wuzhou, frowned immediately, and said, "Isn't Zuo Hufa following you?"

Jiang Wuzhou was in a fit of anger, and he laughed back with anger when he heard the words: "It turns out that the master of the Shang Pavilion had such a clever plan to transfer all his cronies away, leaving Zixi alone in this wolf's den. I really mistrusted you!"

"Then what are you going to do?" Zong Qinghuan sighed helplessly, seeing that he didn't have any regrets, he just said lightly, "Do you want my life to pay for his eye?"

"You!" Jiang Wuzhou was so angry that his face turned pale. If he didn't do anything else, he might hold back something, so he simply threw the knife and punched him in the face.

The bright red nosebleed meanders down.

No one expected that Pavilion Master Chu, who was still alive and kicking and cursing just now, seemed to be a piece of paper in an instant. He fell to the ground after being hit by this punch, shook his body twice, and passed out.

"Pavilion Lord!!!"

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