"Swoosh, swosh"

The flying needle swept rapidly in the night, with a fast speed, and a skillful hand of Gongshu adjusted the direction. In the moment of his move, the Northern Dynasties knights who were robbing horses around him turned over and fell down.

Two flying needles pierced into the neck and immediately killed their lives.

The frightened horses ran, dragging their bodies to run on the devastated streets. Some burned fires had been extinguished, and only faint flames were rushing.

This night adds a bit of desolation.

Qingqing, who had taken action to kill people, jumped out of her hiding place, and jumped onto the eaves as a monkey. Two crested eagles hovered above her head.

This night can't stop the crested eagle's sight.

Under the search of the wind and purple lightning and the early warning, Qingqing left Baima Temple and headed to Luoyang Wharf, and bypassed most of the chaotic battlefield along the way.

"Walk!"

She gestured backwards, and the iron cow covered in blood was driven out of the alley and rushed to the dock.

Qingqing used the Phantom Steps and swept on the eaves on both sides of the street to escort everyone in the carriage.

The Mustard Monk had just woken up and the Qi-Devouring Gu broke the true energy of the soul-destroying divine claw, but the Mustard Monk was sneak attacked by Zhang Chu's Yeluo Killing Knife, and his muscles and bones were damaged, so he was unable to fight again for a while.

He heard Lang Monk's advice from Xuanyu and Yaoqin, and knew Lang Monk's intentions.

But he didn't say anything more, pronounced the Buddha's name, and sat cross-legged in the carriage, and cultivated his luck and made himself better as quickly as possible.

At this time, the night was already falling.

After half a day of fighting on the city gate, no more Northern cavalry rushed into the city. I think Shen Qiu and the others should have blocked the damage to the city wall and pushed the battlefield outside the city wall.

The chaos in Luoyang city is still there.

The Northern Dynasties who rushed into the city robbed and set fire everywhere, and the demon sects who accompanied him fought openly and secretly with the decent knights in this lonely city, and the innocent people were displaced, which caused a disaster.

The people in the government who should have maintained order at this time disappeared.

But who can escape the disaster in this chaotic world?

"stop!"

Qingqing whistled to the carriage. Tieniu immediately stopped the carriage, grabbed the Zen stick at his hand, and saw Qingqing hiding beside an eaves.

After more than ten days, a group of guys wearing night clothes were carrying big bags and small bags, sneaking through the streets.

this...

This group of people are not from the Demon Cult, nor from the Heluo Gang or the Beggar Gang. They are decent people in the martial arts world!

At this time, in this desolate city, they took the opportunity to start a business without any money?

"hateful!"

Qingqing was so angry that her teeth were itchy. If she had seen such a person, her senior brother would have drawn his sword and chopped it up, but this would not work. The most important thing was to escort Shiyin and Sister Yaoqin out of danger.

Lang Seng and Mr. Lei sacrificed their lives to get this little time, and they cannot be wasted on these dog thieves.

When the thieves left the street, Qingqing whistled again and asked the carriage to continue moving forward. He just walked and stopped. After about a quarter of an hour, they finally left the main urban area of ​​Luoyang.

The road to the pier is right in front of you.

but...

"Hahaha! As the Lord Zhang Chu said, he came to the door on his own initiative!"

In front of the road leading to the dock, a group of people from Tongwu Cult were guarding there. The leader was a large-sleeved and round-waisted Liaodong man. He held his hands together and emitted a little cold air from his fingertips.

There was a white bone knife hanging around his waist, and around him were more than a dozen elite soldiers of the Tongwu Sect.

Seeing Tie Niu jumped out of the car, he picked up the Zen Staff, intending to fight to the death.

Seeing the mustard seed monk who was coughing repeatedly, he also walked out of the carriage.

Seeing Qingqing falling from a high place, he grabbed a long wooden box from his waist. The master of Tongwu Sect sneered, held the bone knife at his waist, waved it forward, and shouted:

"The remnant soldiers and defeated generals dare to stop me from getting things done! Go ahead, kill the man and arrest all the women!"

A group of elite soldiers rushed forward immediately afterwards.

As a result, when he rushed into five feet, he saw a porcelain bottle thrown out of the carriage and fell to the ground. After smashing it, mosquitoes screamed, flying towards the thugs at night, and biting them hard, making them scattered.

The cooperation between Qingqing and Xuanyu is almost seamless.

The insect entangled the Tongwu Cultist, and Qingqing's mechanical crossbow machine, which was obtained from the Ai Dacha, made a noise. At this distance, twelve small crossbow arrows shot out, almost perfectly shot, shooting more than half of the dozen people rushing forward.

The other party also threw out the hidden weapons, but Qingqing blocked the carriage, and the Dragon Binding Master was running with all his strength. The expanded Flow Feng Qi Shield captured the hidden weapons, and was accelerating and spinning, throwing them back towards the group of people.

"ah!"

Seeing that he underestimated this group of people and caused heavy casualties to his subordinates, the Tongwu master roared and indignantly, he pulled out the bone knife, and the cold air was so cold that he forced the worm to retreat, and then slashed towards Qingqing.

The Iron Niu and Mustard Monk wanted to stop it, but the one in front of him was also a master on the ground. Although his martial arts were a little worse, the threat was real.

Both of them were not in a state at all and could not stop them.

Seeing the fierce Liaodong man rushing towards Qingqing and two short swords fell into the hands of the junior sister, Qingqing's eyes were fearless and ready to fight to the death.

But just as the two were about to fight...

"Swish"

The strange red light lit up from the dark alley on the left. In this dark night covered by dark clouds, this red light shone so evilly and dazzlingly. A dozen feet away, a bloody aura enveloped the streets.

Everyone in the entire carriage, including Qingqing, mustard monk, iron cow, and the Liaodong man, were pulled into this tumultuous illusion of the sea of ​​blood.

The illusion invaded the Liaodong man's mind and his movements were slower, and his mind was shocked to a loss.

Then...

Then there was nothing.

The strange red light flew over like a hidden weapon, landing lightly on the shaft of the carriage. You Wuming waved his hand casually. The witch master in front of him was cut off like a wooden man.

No trace of blood was spurted out in the wound. The moment the head and body separated, the blood in the man's body was absorbed by the demon sword.

A product like Shen Qiu who ignores the illusion of the sea of ​​blood is an alien.

It is normal that the Tongwu master in front of him died without any resistance but was under the evil sword.

If everyone can ignore the illusion of the blood sea of ​​demon sword like Shen Qiu, then this evil demon sword will be a bit too expensive.

The magic sword's own illusion of blood sea ignoring the gap in force between the two sides, and it is directly projected on the spiritual level. In other words, even if You Wuming faces Ren Hao, the illusion of blood sea can still take effect.

Of course, the leader also has twelve weapons in his hand. What is the effect of the mysterious black boxing gloves and the Impermanence of Heaven? I am still a mystery in the world.

Yinlou is vague about this.

"bass"

The magic knife returned to the sheath, and the red light disappeared. The blood red in You Wuming's left eye quickly turned back to its original light blue color. He stood on the shaft of the car, turned his head to look at Qingqing, his face full of embarrassment and shyness.

"Ah! Little mute."

Qingqing, who had just woken up from the illusion of the sea of ​​blood, also widened her eyes.

The previous few times I saw her and gave her steamed buns, I didn’t bring them with me but followed her.

But now, after seeing the evil in You Wuming's hands with her own eyes, if she didn't know who she was a little mute, she would be really bad at all,

"You are, but the master of the evil sword, are you worried?"

Qingqing was surprised, alert, and angry, and a sense of alienation. She opened her hands and protected her in front of the carriage and said to You Wuming:

"Why did you lie to me? You also told me that your name is 'Wuyou'."

"I don't."

You Wuming also looked aggrieved. He was not good at talking, so he could only wave his hand and stammered in explanation:

"I am really called 'Wuyou'. My mother, I called me Wuyou, and I wish me no worries for the rest of my life. Would you live, is named by Brother Zhang Chu."

"Zhang Chu?"

The panting mustard monk pulled Qingqing back behind him. He sat cross-legged on the shaft of the car, looking vigilantly at the strange boy in front of him, ready to fight at any time.

But just now, the momentum of the evil sword was so serious that he was seriously injured that he was not necessarily the opponent of this ruthless boy.

The mustard monk glanced at the side of the carriage, and the Tongwu Cult who died of blood drainage, said:

"Zhang Chu asked you to come, what are you doing?"

You Wuming glanced at Qingqing, then looked at the Mustard Monk, and he said honestly:

"Brother Zhang Chu, let me take the saint and go back!"

“Which one should I bring?”

The Mustard Monk asked a question.

You Wuming was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, blinked his blue eyes, and said:

"I don't know, just bring one."

“Take only one?”
To be continued...