Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The teacup was broken by a phoenix tree.

She was drinking tea with her head up, when suddenly a light and bright knife blade was slashed against her throat.

The blade was so thin, like a piece of soft paper, but when it bit the side of her neck, the bone-chilling cold made her tremble all over.

She dodged in a hurry, threw the tea bowl on the ground, overturned the table, and pushed it forward with all her strength.

The tabletop rolled over the ground like a stone, and the blade penetrated the wood more easily than a piece of tofu.

During the brief pause when the blade turned and the table was torn to shreds, she stood up quickly and took a step back.

Lu Zhengqiu was already standing beside her.

She didn't care about concealing her identity, the hairs all over her body stood up, and the two stood back to back, looking at the shadow approaching in the dark.

There are two shadows, gathering in front of and behind them, forming a surrounding situation.

The faces of these two people were covered with a layer of masks. The strange thing was that the masks were false and real, shrouded in light, and seemed to be constantly changing their shapes. Sometimes they looked like wolves, sometimes like eagles. She opened her eyes wide to try to distinguish, but Just staring at the mask for a moment, she would feel dizzy, as if being sucked into it by an invisible vortex.

She said in a low voice: "Master Zhengqiu, this place is weird."

Lu Zhengqiu quickly replied: "Be cautious and protect yourself."

In the face of sudden enemies, the elders are not calm.

The sight I felt on the river bank came again, but it was a hundred times stronger than before, as if countless sharp needles were flying, scrambling to pierce the pores.

The line of sight is not from the eyes of the enemy, but from the blade in the hand of the enemy.

The blade stared at his throat, like a jackal staring at a naked carcass, trembling with unbearable hunger and thirst, and humming.

Before he could make a move, the knife had already bitten up.

He dodged sideways, raised his sleeves, and pulled out two short thorns from the bottom of the sleeves.This is the Emei thorn he used in Yushan, hidden in this woman's clothes, it just fits well.

He was wearing a woman's clothes, but his posture and strength were unambiguous. The short thorn in his hand swam like a spirit snake, drawing a few arcs, calmly defusing the sharpness of the blade.

Then, the spirit snake suddenly spit out the letter, and stabbed at the base of the swordsman's palm.

It was an inevitable stab, it was supposed to pierce through the wrist and take away the strength in the hand, it was as quick and quick as a snake biting the neck, however, when the tongue of the poisonous beast touched the wrist, it was resisted by a brute force back.

Emei stabbed against the man's armor.

The sharp edge slid across the cold iron, bursting out several fierce silver flowers.

The two closed their moves at the same time, and then shot again at the same time.Lu Zhengqiu's short thorn is easier to retract than the long knife, and his movements are light and nimble, within the stroke, the spirit snake kissed the man's shoulder, pierced the clothes, cut open the flesh, and scraped off a string of blood beads.

The skirt of his lower body flipped open in the air, like a cluster of random flowers blooming in an instant, and after a brief flash, the sharp edge hidden in the stamens was revealed again.

The man was forced by him to lose his center of gravity, and took three steps back.

Lu Zhengqiu didn't catch up, not many people could get away from his hands, not to mention that at the moment when he closed the move, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, which was a symptom of cold poison attack, he gritted his teeth to force himself Hold back without showing defeat.

Wutong also retreated to his side, the young woman had just fought with another enemy, she lost a bell in her hand, and her wrist was bloodshot.

Drops of blood dripped on the ground, followed by a bloody smell.

What's even more strange is that the people around didn't seem to hear the sound of swords and swords at all, they were still laughing and laughing, and they didn't even turn their heads to look at it.

"What's going on?" Wutong's voice was unsteady, "Why is there no movement from the people here?"

She looked around again, and the smiles on the faces of the crowd suddenly became alienated and unfamiliar, as if they were drawn with a pen.

There was a chill behind her, and the bustling sounds in her ears suddenly turned into ghost cries and screams, which made her shudder.

On the stage not far away, there are still singing voices floating continuously, the melody is sad and desolate, and it is very sad.

Lu Zhengqiu raised his hand suddenly and threw out an Emei thorn.

The spikes screamed like feathered arrows, passed through the crowd, flew towards the stage, and aimed directly at the singer's eyebrows.

The singer stood up.

The spike missed its target and lodged itself in the stake, but it did at least one thing—it interrupted the song.

When the singing stopped abruptly, a gust of wind blew up from the soles of the feet, and suddenly, all the lights on the river bank were extinguished.

Darkness fell suddenly, the sky was covered with a layer of clouds, the stars were sparse, and only a touch of the moon hid behind the clouds, spying on the world with cold eyes.

In the pale moonlight, people's smiling faces fell off like tree bark, revealing their original appearance—thin paper figurines.

The paper figurine's smile was indeed painted on its face, and it kept shaking in the wind, changing into different shapes.

The old lady who sells candy holds a basket of pitted stones in her hand.

And the wonton cart is just a wooden stake, covered with moss, and the water in the depression has turned rotten green, with a chilly rotten smell.

It turned out that the lantern festival on the river beach was all an illusion, a crazy drama staged under the moonlight.

After the drama ended, only the gloomy sky, rotten soil, and freezing river water remained.

"This is Youmao?! I didn't realize it just now," Wutong said tremblingly, leaning towards the person beside him, "Master Zhengqiu..."

Lu Zhengqiu warned her: "Calm down, this is a barbarian voodoo technique, using the melody to confuse the mind, the evil is abnormal, don't be deceived."

As soon as his words fell, there was a sneer from the stage.

The sneer came from the singer just now, it was a woman's voice.At this moment, the woman's face was finally free of the unpredictable mask, revealing her originally pale face.

Her voice was colder than her singing, as if ice pierced her ears.

"Zhengqiu, this formation is prepared to trap you, and its name is - Changjue Formation."

Her tone was loose and flat, even somewhat cordial, as if she was reminiscing with an old friend she knew well.

Lu Zhengqiu frowned tightly, staring at her firmly.

The woman took another step forward and said, "Don't worry, since you've entered the battle, you will never be allowed to leave. As for Baling City, you don't have to go either."

She suddenly raised her hand, and what she was holding was a qin, which was clearly a bow.

She drew the three-foot longbow as easily and calmly as plucking the strings of a piano.

There were three feathered arrows on the bowstring, and following her flicking of her wrist, the three arrows were fired simultaneously, and they all rushed towards Lu Zhengqiu's direction like a broken bamboo.

Lu Zhengqiu raised his head, his lips were as white as paper.In the secluded swamp, the cold poison on his body exploded more violently, the blow just now had exhausted his strength, at this moment, his feet were numb, almost fell to the ground, he had no time to fight, let alone dodge.

The blow was aimed at his moment of weakness, precise and deadly.

The moment before the feather arrow passed through his chest, it was stopped by three stern sounds of "Dang Dang Dang".

The sound is sharp and low, which is the result of hitting the sword tip, hilt and sword tan respectively.

The sword is in the hand of the youth.

Lu Dongqing swung the short sword hidden in the bottom of her sleeve, pulled out the sword flower, and jumped forward from the darkness, blocking the master.

The woman was slightly taken aback, before she could speak in the future, the swordsman waiting nearby laughed first.

The swordsman raised his head under the moonlight, showing a hostile face, and said in a hoarse voice: "This time the action is faster than last time."

Lu Dongqing stared at him and said word by word: "It's you, Nan Yanqi!"