Knight line GL

The strong speak and the weak obey.

This is the way of the rivers and lakes.

The mysterious storyteller arrived suddenly, and none of the masters could detect where he came from.It can be seen that this person's martial arts is so high that no one present can match it.What's more, this person's words and deeds are weird, and it's hard to tell whether he looks like an enemy or a friend.All of a sudden, the Jun Han Mansion and the Fang family were tacitly silent.

Qin Gutong was silent while holding the horizontal knife, she was afraid that she would lose her momentum if she opened her mouth.

She had already guessed that the storyteller in front of her was Shan in Japheth's mouth.

The storyteller saw that she was silent and did not respond, and the smile on his face did not diminish. He turned around and said to the people in the Junhan Mansion and the Fang family: "Xiaosheng wants to have a story with his old friend, and I'm afraid we won't be able to see him off. Go slowly, gentlemen." .” Saying this, he made a bow.The smile on his face was somewhat apologetic, as if he was really a poor host.

The young marshal of the Jun Han Mansion carefully inspected the storyteller.After dusting off the dust, Sri said slowly: "Let's go." He walked down the mountain without looking back.The incident happened so suddenly that even Vice General Pei beside him didn't expect it. Everyone in the Jun Han Mansion was stunned before they realized it, and quickly caught up with their young commander.

The situation on the field took a turn for the worse, Fang Xing was anxious and flustered, not knowing what to do.This is the territory of the Fang family, so he naturally couldn't just leave like the people in Jun Han's mansion.Besides, the Shuanghua sword behind Qin Gutong's waist felt like a stab in his heart.

In the howling autumn wind, the storyteller gently shook his folding fan and asked, "Why didn't Master Fang leave?"

Fang Xing put away his soft sword, and bowed to the storyteller: "Dare to ask brother Gao's name?"

"Don't dare." The storyteller put away the folding fan, slapped his palms once and for all, and said with a smile, "Xiaosheng is only a white man, and he talks about old stories in the welcoming restaurant. Even death is afraid of staining the eyes of Young Master Fang. "

As soon as this remark came out, Fang Xing's face turned stern, and he drew out his soft sword with a clang.That soft sword is from the hands of famous masters, as flexible and as thin as a cicada's clothes.Under the infusion of internal force, the sword pointed straight at the storyteller: "Who the hell are you? You have repeatedly troubled our Fang family!"

"Since Young Master Fang asked, how dare you not answer." The storyteller waved his fan with a happy expression. "Xiaosheng is just an idler in the world, good at storytelling."

Before dawn, the sun has not risen, the moon has set, and the world is dark.However, the storyteller's eyes seemed to be everywhere, Qin Gutong wanted to leave but didn't dare to leave, so he could only stay with Fang's family and listen to him open his eyes and talk nonsense.

After the storyteller finished reading the confession, Fang Xing couldn't bear it anymore, but he still didn't dare to act rashly, he gritted his teeth and said, "Since Xiongtai is an idler in the world, why bother to get dirty here."

After hearing this, Qin Gutong couldn't help feeling Fang Xing moaning.This storyteller is clearly not a good person, he is talking about old things at the foot of the mountain, and you failed to silence his subordinates.Now he came here to chat with you?

The current situation is either fighting or retreating.Except for the troops taken away by Master Fang, almost all the forces of the Fang family are here, and they can't wait for reinforcements.Sure enough, the storyteller shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it won't work. Xiaosheng's mouth is so dry, how can he just walk away? I just hope that all the gentlemen and ladies who have money will give you money, and some people will give you some money."

Fang Xing hurriedly said, "Just ask how much gold and silver you want."

The storyteller smiled in satisfaction, put away the folding fan in his hand, pointed at Qin Gutong and said, "I want the sword on this young lady's waist."

Fang Xing was stunned suddenly, then shouted angrily: "Go!"

Holding the sword flower in his hand, he took the lead in rushing forward.The soft sword swipes a few times, and it is harmful to stab the storyteller.The storyteller took his time and waited until the edge of the sword was almost touching his clothes.His figure flickered, and like a ghost, he came behind Fang Xing silently.

Fang Xing's reaction was also quick, the soft sword bent abruptly, and stabbed backwards.The storyteller dodged sideways, Fang Xingbu turned half a circle, and the soft sword slashed at the storyteller.However, it was a slap in the face, and the storyteller was already three feet away.

Seeing him dodging the knife and axe, the two masters of the Fang family shouted at the same time and rushed forward.Fang Xing got a gap, and fixed his eyes to see that the storyteller was still relaxed under the attack of the four people.Can't help being horrified.However, he was so angry that he rushed straight to the top door, and the sword light in his hand stabbed towards the storyteller's throat like lightning.

Seeing them fighting together, Qin Gutong breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly picked up the yellow dog on the ground.The yellow dog also knew that it was a matter of life and death, and his gums were bleeding from biting, but he didn't grunt.Qin Gutong took him to the bushes where Xiao Qingqian was, and when he was about to approach, there were a few exclamations behind him, and then there was no more movement.

Huang Quan noticed that her body froze, and just as doubts arose in her heart, she heard the storyteller behind her sigh.

Qin Gutong turned around slowly, and saw Fang Xing and the other five fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive, only the storyteller stood facing the wind.

The storyteller tilted his head and said with a smile: "It must be there." The folding fan in his hand pointed at the bushes where Xiao Qingqian was. "I will not forget the kindness of a meal. The young lady rewarded Xiaosheng with money, how can Xiaosheng know that he will not repay the favor."

Qin Gutong's expression became serious: "Let us go."

There were dead and wounded all over the place, only him in a half-worn green robe, which was clean.The smile is gentle and elegant, without any trace of murderous intent: "Miss can only take one person away."

Qin Gutong withdrew his gaze and helped the yellow dog under the tree.

Qin Gutong slowly pulled out the horizontal knife, and slowly walked towards the storyteller.Behind her, in the unreachable distance, a ray of light broke through the darkness of the sky.

The sun rises in the sky and the earth is right, and the brilliance opens up the morning light.

The world is solemn, everything is silent, insects and birds do not sing, and the morning wind stops tiredly.Only the sound of Qin Gutong's footsteps as steady as Mount Tai, one step, one step... The sun is rising behind her, and she has nothing to fear in her heart.

"Young man." The storyteller raised his head and sighed, and the mountains trembled, "How many chivalrous bones do you have that can't be rubbed?"

In this sad and desolate voice of questioning, Qin Gutong raised his hand, held the knife, and unsheathed it, the movement was like a flash of lightning, and the lightning speed was too fast to cover his ears!

Leaping forward, like a falcon volleying in the air, the horizontal knife slashed down from top to bottom with a cold light.The storyteller waved a paper fan, and his clothes fluttered into the sky, and the two of them were separated when they touched each other in the air.

With one blow, you will know the height.Qin Gutong's blood was surging, not only was he not afraid, but his fighting spirit was even stronger!Turn over and land, lift the knife and go up again.Chopping, piercing, chopping, slashing... the knife is like flowing clouds and flowing water, continuously.

The moves of the 捭叶刀技技 were originally open and closed, and in this open place, Qin Gutong was determined to die.The momentum is like a tiger descending the mountain, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger.The shape of the body changes, and it is vertical and horizontal.The storyteller couldn't hold her down for a while, and his heart became more interesting.The two of you come and go, making hundreds of moves in an instant.

The storyteller's light work is so fast, it's unimaginable.Qin Gutong's moves were quick and fast, only afterimages remained, but he was able to dodge both sides of the knife net, avoiding more than ten moves in a row, and he was still distracted and praised Qin Gutong: "The iron sheath is golden and the three-foot blade, It is as sharp as a sound. A good knife is a good knife."

Qin Gutong saw that he was taking a good rest, his heart sank, and the moves in his hands continued.Using a move of 'vertical', holding the knife in front of his chest with both hands, he suddenly rushed out with the knife.This move is menacing, with the potential of breaking the boat.The storyteller raised his footsteps and slid three feet back, no more, no less, which happened to be avoided.

He tried his best and failed, but Qin Gutong was as calm as water, neither frightened nor panicked.Immediately afterwards, a move called Thousand Miles to Hear the Drum of War—the true energy from all over his body leaked out, stirring up the air around him, and he instantly approached the storyteller like an arrow flying from the string!

The storyteller didn't panic when he saw the knife's edge approaching his throat.It's just that this move is so majestic, Qin Gutong's true energy leaked out, and even his steps were slightly halted by it.That being the case, he stopped dodging and raised his folding fan to turn defense into offense.

The folding fan, especially the Shengli Blade, was wrapped in pure internal force, piercing through Qin Gutong's clothes in an instant.In the next moment, the flesh and blood will be torn apart. If he does not retreat, he will be seriously injured.

Thousands of miles to hear the drums of war, just because they are willing to go to the country!

Qin Gutong not only refused to evade, but instead went forward, letting the folding fan penetrate his shoulder blades!And the sharp edge of the horizontal knife in her hand has already pierced through the surgeon's green robe, and it only needs to go a few minutes deeper to cut open his flesh, tendons and bones.

"Tut." The storyteller uttered a tsk tsk, and his body unexpectedly turned back from his waist inconceivably.

With a sound of tearing, the horizontal knife cut through the green robe.

The storyteller raised his palm, and Qin Gutong fell heavily to the ground with a folding fan on his shoulder, blood staining his clothes instantly.

The storyteller straightened the green robe, seeing that the hole was too big to cover up, so he simply ignored it.Walking towards Qin Gutong, squatting beside her.Seeing the blood stained his half body, he said regretfully: "Young man, how much blood do you have, and you can withstand the heat?"

Qin Gutong broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, and forced a grin as an answer.

The storyteller saw that she looked very interesting, so he stretched out his hand and pushed the folding fan.Two-thirds of the folding fan with a bamboo handle was inserted into Qin Gutong's shoulder. This movement made Qin Gutong tremble in pain, and his beautiful face wrinkled into a ball.

The storyteller also frowned when he saw this, and sighed: "Oh, do you know why there are so many knights in the world? It's because——young knights don't live long."

While talking, he went to push the folding fan again.

Qin Gutong jumped up suddenly, like a wounded tiger fighting back, and hugged the storyteller!

The storyteller reacted quickly, but it took him a while to get up from squatting, and Qin Gutong hugged his legs.Seeing her like this, the storyteller felt dumbfounded.Just as he was about to open his mouth to make a joke, he felt a murderous aura behind him!

Life and death depend on a moment. Regardless of Qin Gutong, he turned around with a twist of his waist, and then slapped out with all his strength.Qin Rui endured it for a long time, seeing his daughter was injured but didn't make a move, only for this blow with all his might!

Mountains and rocks roll, and heaven and earth jump and destroy.

The storyteller knew that if the knife fell, he would have no chance of life.Raise the qi in the dantian, push it out flat, and there is a "bang".This palm exhausted his internal energy, and the wind from the palm roared, shaking the branches and leaves of trees one mile away.

- Bang!

The palm of the knife did not touch, but there was a real metal impact sound.Qin Rui snorted and was blown away by his palm strength!

The storyteller was also swaying with qi and blood, and suddenly felt a huge pain in his abdominal cavity.Looking down, he saw a sword point protruding from his stomach.Qin Gutong twisted his wrist vigorously, and the Shuanghua sword circled half a circle in the storyteller's stomach, cutting off several sections of liver and intestines.

- Swish!

Shuanghua sword was pulled out, and blood gushed out.

The storyteller fell to the ground.

The sword is as dark as water, reddish and wet with remaining blood.Qin Gutong staggered to stand up leaning on his sword, looked up and saw corpses lying all over the field in front of him, Qin Rui was lying motionless on the ground, suddenly there was a rumble in her head, and a hoarse voice trembled and tentatively called out: "Father?"

Qin Gutong stumbled towards him, and heard a sound from behind——

"stop."

Fang Xing slowly sat up from the ground, his body was covered in blood like Qin Gutong's, but his expression was much better: "Leave the sword."

"In this world, you, Fang Xing, are the most unqualified to say such words!" Qin Gutong looked at him, a burst of resentment welled up from the bottom of his heart, and smiled disdainfully, "You didn't die, how many times did you eat?" A Nine-Turn Dragon Pill? Drinking Xiao Qingqian's blood, Young Master Fang, are you comfortable?"

Fang Xing stood up abruptly and rushed over quickly.Before Qin Gutong could react, he kicked her to the ground!The soft sword in his hand pressed against her throat.

Qin Gutong spat out a mouthful of blood. Not only was he not afraid, but he was furious. Looking directly into Fang Xing's cold eyes, he sneered and said, "Why, the young master is planning to kill someone to silence him?"

With a flick of the soft sword, a wound was cut open.Qin Gutong gritted his teeth and remained silent.With a blank face, Fang Xing slapped her wrist again: "How much do you know?"

Qin Gutong's eyes turned black from the pain, and after a while he had the strength to speak: "I know... more... the hearts of robbers and bullies are dark, so you have no heart!"

Fang Xing suddenly withdrew his sword, and smiled coldly at her, full of sarcasm.

At this moment, Qin Gutong only felt that life and death were nothing to be afraid of.Suddenly he thought of his father, Xiao Qingqian, and the yellow dog under the tree.But unexpectedly, Fang Xing walked away.Just when Qin Gutong was surprised, he saw Fang Xing slowly walking towards Huang Quan.

Qin Gutong was startled, secretly feeling something was wrong, and hurriedly shouted:

"—Fang Xing!"

Fang Xing turned his head and smiled at Qin Gutong, the slender smile lines spread from the corners of his mouth, as if his jaw had been torn open.

Qin Gutong trembled all over, his eyes widened, and he shouted loudly: "Fang Xing, are you still human! Fang Xing, stop! Stop!"

The unconscious yellow dog snorted softly.

Qin Gutong's eyes darkened and he almost passed out.She stared blankly at the yellow dog not far away, thinking of his hearty smile, her vision gradually became blurred.Just like the white sugar cake that teenagers love to eat, the moment the steamer lid is lifted, the white smoke surrounds and blurs Qin Gutong's eyes.

With a sullen face, Fang Xing raised his sword and killed the few who were about to run away first.When you see someone lying on the ground, regardless of whether they are alive or dead, go up and poke a hole.One sword at a time, without mercy.

Howling everywhere, it's like hell.

"Fang Xing! Stop! I'll tell you where Xiao Qingqian is!" Hearing Qin Gutong cry, Fang Xing stopped.He looked at Qin Gutong with no waves in his eyes, like a dead person.

He looked at Qin Gutong, waiting for her to speak.

Qin Gutong couldn't speak.

Xiao Qingqian, who can't hear or see, doesn't know anything.I don't know what happened, and I don't know how dangerous it is now.She could only wait quietly for Qin Gutong, just like waiting for someone to save her for so many years.

She has all the beauty of being a human being, but has experienced all the cruelest ugliness in this world.As an immature and ignorant child, he was built as a thing and soaked in the sea of ​​soup and medicine corpses day and night.When he grew up to the year of Zhaohua, he had just escaped from the sea of ​​suffering, and was sent to hell by his lover.Iron-locked Ghost Valley, imprisoned for ten years, skinned and blood-sucked, until today.

Qin Gutong opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

She rescued her just now, so she is going to be sent back to hell again!

Fang Xing lowered his head impatiently, ignoring the begging of his cronies, he raised his sword and dropped it.He raised his foot and kicked the corpse away, then walked in the direction of Qin Rui, with the soft sword hanging on his chest.

Qin Gutong hurriedly struggled to get up and fell to the ground, he could only beg bitterly: "Fang Xing! Master Fang! Don't kill him!"

Qin Rui was struck by the storyteller's palm, his internal organs were shattered, and he could only breathe a sigh of relief.Fang Xing glanced at him, reached out and took out a small bottle from his bosom, shook it at Qin Gutong, and asked, "Give it to your father?"

Nine-turn dragon pill, healing bone, living dead... Qin Gutong's face was pale, and he didn't know how to answer.

Fang Xing's expression was still numb, but his eyes were crazy like crazy: "Tell me, where is she?"

Qin Gutong took a deep breath and decided to stabilize him first: "Okay, I'll tell you."

"Really?"

"Yes!"

The corners of Fang Xing's mouth slowly curled up when he heard the words, showing a hint of a smile. He smiled at Qin Gutong, sneakily like a gossiping woman gossiping in the corner: "Then, I'll tell you a secret too."

Qin Gutong was taken aback.

Fang Xing grinned silently, his whole body trembled, and tears rolled down his face: "Once upon a time, there was a child of a hero who was seriously injured and was about to die. There was a beautiful fairy who couldn't bear it, so she took her Feed her the heart's blood."

Dang clang!

Fang Xing's words were like a bolt from the blue, and Qin Gutong's mind went blank.

"You think you saved her? Hahaha, you killed her! If it wasn't for saving you, she...father, father, how would she know... how would she know!" Fang Xing looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, two lines of tears flowed from his eyes .

Suddenly the soft sword moved.

Qin Rui's eyes widened, and he hit the soft sword with his last breath!The soft sword sank into his chest, and he grinned, falling heavily back into the dust.

Hot blood gushed out, splashing Fang Xing's face scarlet.

"Why! Why! You all look righteous! I seem to be the only one who did something wrong! I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything! It's you, it's you!" Qin Rui's body was poked dozens of times in a row, and pieces of flesh flew everywhere, like hell.

"Qingqian, Qingqian...we are Hemingyandang, why...why don't you like me! Why!!!"

Prologue · End