[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

Since Wu Qun has learned the ruthless sword, she must kill people.

Only when a sword is stained with blood can it go further.This is also the reason why Lu Xiaofeng deliberately avoided it.He never wanted to see a girl like her go down this road.

It was dark.

Two fine horses galloped along the official road.Two shadows, one white and one red, passed by like ghosts.

Wu Qun was going to kill someone.

This person lived in a small town in Saibei, and he was also one of Ximen Chuuxue's designated killers.

They walked for a long time, and finally saw the light.

Wu Qun handed the horse to Xiao Er and walked slowly into the inn.

It was the bustling time at this time, but when she entered, it suddenly became quiet.

No one speaks.

Because they couldn't move their eyes away, the red dress flickered by the candlelight was as breathtaking as the sunset.

I can't even move my eyes, so how can I talk.

They could only watch her come slowly in the autumn wind.

"Who is Sha Laosan?"

The cold female voice asked.

Her voice was cold, but it was firmly hooked on the man's heart like a hook.Everyone in this inn wanted to be Sha Laosan, because if he could be called by this voice, he would die without regret.

Of course there is Sha Laosan in this inn.

But he didn't look at the beauty because he saw a sword.

An ancient sword with a black sheath, and a pair of hands holding the sword.

"Ximen Chuixue!"

He lost his voice.

The man outside the door walked in slowly, his clothes were very white, even if he came not far away, he would not be stained with any dust.His face was also very cold, as if the person in front of him was just a clown.

There is only one person in this world who can kill so devoutly.

Only one person will come to kill him.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't look at others.

He didn't even look at Sha Laosan.

He just said: "If you kill her, you can go out from here."

Who is he talking about?

Of course it was the beauty in red.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help showing regret, but they didn't dare to come forward and say a word. In this world, fate is always more important than beauty.

Third Sha also looked at the beauty.

His expression was a little dazed, and he soon came back to his senses, gritted his teeth and said, "As long as I...you will never stop me?"

But he still couldn't utter the killing words.

Ximen Chuuxue nodded: "I always keep my word."

He didn't look into the inn.

Instead, look at the moon in the sky.

What's so good about this moon?Nobody knows.

Sha Laosan struggled a few times, and slowly picked up the sword in his hand.

Because he knew he had only one way to live.

The complexion of the beauty in red remained unchanged.

She has always had a sword in her hand, but everyone thinks that sword is just a plaything, the hilt is too gorgeous, and the blade is too clean.

Holding the sword, Wu Qun slightly lowered her eyes.

Sha Laosan's eyes moved slightly, but his subordinates showed no mercy.

Each swordsmanship in the Central Plains has its own strengths. He once went to Wudang to study under Wudang, but was expelled from the school because of his bad intentions.Instead, he merged the elders of hundreds of schools outside the Great Wall to create his own unique swordsmanship.

This sword is as tricky as a snake, and it is the Sand Snake Sword that Sha Laosan is famous for.

The water-red skirt fluttered slightly, and the silhouette of the screen seemed to be dancing.

Everyone couldn't help holding their breath.

I just hope that this beauty can survive under Sha Lao's three swords a few more times.

The sword wind became denser and denser, enveloping Wu Qun tightly.

She has been forced to the window bier.

The cold light brushed across his cheeks, and cut off a strand of black hair.

Her eyes are so touching.

But he never asked for help from the man in white outside the door.

Everyone couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Sha Laosan's final move has come, and the beauty may also die.

The window was slammed by the sword.

The water-red flying sleeves seemed to be floating in the clouds, and Wu Qun finally moved.

She only learned one sword, so she only used that sword.

That was a beautiful sword.

It's just a simple stab but it seems inevitable.

Everyone saw the brilliant blood on the sword light first, and then saw the pair of jade-like hands holding the sword.

This is Ximen Chuuxue's sword.

But now it was brought out by a woman.

Wu Qun withdrew her sword.

She seemed to finally understand his loneliness a little bit.

What could be more beautiful in this world than life blooming on the sword light?

But this loneliness was overwhelmed by another deeper sorrow, and she couldn't help but feel a little bleak.

"Do you understand?"

The swordsman in white asked suddenly.

He looked at her, his eyes were as deep as a cold pool, reflecting the beauty's appearance at the moment.

"All kinds of life and death in this world can't jump out of this sword."

Wu Qun sighed slightly.

There is a sword intent in her eyebrows, as if the soft narcissus blooms more and more colorfully from the branches.

The white-clothed swordsman paused for a moment, somehow remembering the stunning beauty of plum blossoms falling from the blade of his sword.

It was late at night.

The two figures in the inn floated away.

Lu Xiaofeng just solved a problem.

At the moment, he is eating a big piece in Yihong Courtyard.

To his left sat the most beautiful girl in the whole brothel, but he didn't look at her.

He reclined on the chair and drank the wine with his stomach, looking very happy.

"You seem very upset."

He looked at the beauty next to her and asked.

She may not be the most beautiful, but she is the most comfortable one.

Ouyang Qing sighed: "The two bullies in Yihong Yard don't spend money anymore, how can I be happy?"

Lu Xiaofeng stroked the beard on the corner of his mouth and laughed, he naturally knew that he was the one who was taken advantage of first.

In the past, he always called a few girls in Yihong Courtyard.

But he didn't follow her wishes, Lu Xiaofeng took a sip of wine: "Who is this second bully?"

He seemed to be just asking casually, but he didn't expect that Ouyang Qing actually said it.

"You also know this second bully."

She sighed again as she spoke: "Originally every time he came, he would find the four most beautiful girls to serve him. Although he didn't do anything, bathing and burning incense is also good, but now he doesn't come."

Lu Xiaofeng's face suddenly became a little strange: "Could it be Ximen Chuuxue you're talking about?"

Ouyang Qing nodded with a smile: "Could it be that Daxia Lu also knows?"

"Know what?" Lu Xiaofeng asked.

Ouyang Qing poured another glass of wine and handed it to him: "Of course it's about Ximen Hero accepting apprentices."

"It is said that the female apprentice is not only extremely beautiful, but also has excellent swordsmanship."

"There are 22 people on the Saibeitong roster, all of whom were beheaded by the sword. I think he won't have to go out in the future."

Lu Xiaofeng took the strong wine and drank it down.

He had known for a long time that there would be such a day, Ximen Chuuxue's sword, only looking at her...

He is a little drunk.

Wrapped in a red cloak, he jumped down from the window and quickly disappeared into the night.

Wu Qun killed 22 people one after another this month, all of them were evildoers.

The cold light on the Jishou sword never stopped.

But she still hasn't entered the Tao.

Ximen Chuuxue frowned slightly: "You have something in your heart."

He had a cold expression on his face, just stating a fact.

Wu Qun looked up at him.

"Have you ever been truly ruthless?"

she asked again.

The wound on the shoulder slowly oozes blood.She was pale, but kept looking at him.

There was also a sword on this shoulder before, which was stabbed by the person in front of him.

"You are hurt."

The swordsman in white said lightly.

The beauty in red didn't care about the wound on her shoulder, she walked forward step by step.

Blood was still dripping from her sword, falling down the autumn leaves.

She is really a stubborn person.

The white-clothed swordsman's eyes darkened slightly, and he caught her when the red shirt fell down.

This is his first hug.

The person in Huai Li is both his apprentice and a woman.

And is a beautiful woman.

Wu Qun leaned her head slightly on his shoulder, frowning slowly.

She was in so much pain that she subconsciously avoided the wound in her sleep.

The cold lips gently rubbed against the neck.

Ximen Fuxue narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The owner?"

Seeing this, the housekeeper who was waiting outside the Meilin motioned for the maid to help Wu Qun down.But the white-clothed swordsman who had always been happy and clean said indifferently: "Go and prepare the medicine."

The man has gone deep.

Red and white are intertwined in the night, and the coldness is frightening.

The courtyard door was slowly pushed open.

The beauty was lying on the couch with her hair loose, curled up tightly, her face pale.

Ximen Chuuxue took the golden sore medicine, hesitating for a moment.

He stretched out his hand and waved away the servants.

The thin clothes stick to the snow-colored skin.

The swordsman didn't look sideways, and sprinkled the golden sore medicine on the wound.

His fingers were slightly callused. This was a pair of hands holding a sword, and they were a little more charming under the candlelight.

Ximen Chuuxue is a man.

But he is a man almost like a god, because no one can hold back under such a temptation.

Neither can monks.

He covered the brocade and was ready to leave.

It was when the wind was blowing, perhaps the window was not closed.

Flickering in the night wind.

The footsteps that came to the door paused, and when he reached out to close the window, he saw the green manuscripts falling down from the side of the case.

What should you do if you admire your master?

In Baihualou:

Hua Manlou frowned slightly when he received the letter.

Because not only did he feel that today's stroke was stronger than before, but he also smelled a bloody smell from this letter.

That taste is very mild.

But if a person cannot see, his sense of smell will be more acute than others.

Hua Manlou followed the handwriting and fell silent for a while.

She said she killed someone.

These words were written in a mess, showing that the girl who wrote the letter was not at peace.

The flowers are all over the floor, and the surface is astringent.

People like him are always reluctant to see others die, but he also knows that this girl who can only write letters in the middle of the night must have some difficulties.

He can't represent anyone, so he can only be silent.

There was no answer to that letter either.

Huamanlou sighed, feeling a little melancholy in his heart.

The word love does not hurt people.