Chapter 332 Night Attack

Xinxian clapped his hands as if nothing had happened and smiled at him: "Yes, Brother Qiu Yao soon realized my essence. However, if you come to ask for guilt, your weight is not enough..."

Fang Qiuyao's expression became more and more angry, and the distance of several steps came in an instant. The severe cold of the long sword in his palm condensed white frost on the surrounding petals.

"Brother Qiu Yao, it seems that you are not willing to give up. Well, what you just said has hinted at that person many times, which has completely annoyed me. Xinxian said angry words with a sweet smile, raised his bare hand, and there was a half-foot-long blue dagger in his left hand, facing Fang Qiuyao's long sword.

The two blades collided and made a crisp sound. The severe cold hit people, and the breath of Xinxian turned into a hot fog in the air. However, the smell of spring flowers exuding from the green dagger condensed in a very small area, but the momentum on the white frost sword began to diminish. The two blades were separated at a touch, and the blades and swords were sprinkled in an instant, stirring up the surrounding space in chaos. The fierce murderous atmosphere swept through the flowers, and countless delicate petals and green leaves were splashed into pieces, losing the luster of the past.

Fang Qiuyao's combat strength at this time is still above Qin Yan, who fought with Xin Xian the day before yesterday. But tonight's Xinxian has also recovered from his injury, which is by no means comparable to the past. The confrontation between the two was extremely fierce, and the petals around them were pulled by the power of Xinxian, and the sharp blade attacked Fang Qiu. Fang Qiuyao's sword was cold, and the petals condensed with a vast frost, and they lost their strength to fall one after another. The eyes of the two people in the flying flowers and leaves are extremely cold, and they are fighting a gorgeous battle under the wonderful *.

The shadow flashed, and the rapid sound of sword impact was like playing a fierce tune, accompanied by a soul-stirring bell and birds. Fang Qiuyao seemed to be in an extremely mysterious dream. His body became lighter and lighter, and the speed of swinging his sword exceeded the limits of the past. However, the other party's blue dagger also showed his strength. From various unpredictable and tricky angles, his speed and vicious judgment were unimaginable. A sweet girl's hand. In order to find a way out in the stagnant moves, Fang Qiuyao's heart entered the realm that he did not dare to try not long ago.

Ethematic and silent, the flying sword light not only shows the swordsmanship he has learned, but also reveals a heartfelt atmosphere and casualness. Qin Yan once said that Fang Qiuyao's sword style was more majestic than his own. Once he entered the realm, he would not allow himself to show a magnificent momentum, which in turn forced him to suppress the immortals. No matter how tricky his moves were, he could only be quick for a while.

The corners of Xinxian's mouth moved slightly, outlining a shallow arc. He laughed and said, "Sure enough, Brother Qiu Yao, it seems that you have grown well these days!"

Fang Qiuyao's heart is slightly awe-pressed. This girl still has the strength to speak. It seems that she is much higher than herself. Being suppressed is just a moment of the moment!

Just as his mind was slightly disturbed, the water in the air fluctuated, and a flying knife as thin as cicada wings quietly hit his eyes. At this time, the sword in his hand has been blocked and unstoppable. Staring closely at the sudden killing move, Fang Qiuyao almost burst his eyes, and his heart was about to stop beating at that moment. Seeing that the flying knife was about to nail into the middle of his eyebrows, his life was coming to an end, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

Fortunately, the flying knife stabbed into his eyebrows and stopped, and the handle was pinched by a slender hand, failing to take away his life.

Xin Xian looked at Fang Qiuyao with her timid eyes, slowly took back the flying knife, wiped off the blood beads on the tip of the knife, and suddenly brushed Fang Qiuyao's pale face and said with a sweet smile: "Most people had this expression before death, despair, sadness, and lost all their strength. You performed well and didn't scare you to pee in your pants. But maybe I didn't see it?" She said and deliberately glanced at him, and Fang Qiuyao's face suddenly turned red.

"Shame, annoyed, a little afraid, maybe a little grateful mixed with resentment, this is your current psychological portrayal, right?" Xin Xian came to Fang Qiuyao and was about to stick to his face and asked with a smile. The girl's fragrance penetrated into her nose, but Fang Qiuyao tried his best to avoid the beautiful face and said angrily, "Don't think you can tease me by force! You shameless and mean man!"

"Oh, I'm so ashamed! Hee!" Xinxian obediently stepped back, folded his hands and hung down, and lowered his head slightly to look shy. "But brother Qiuyao, I'm really sorry that I've teased you! I really shouldn't have done this..."

"Hit!" Fang Qiuyao's face turned red. He put his sword into the sheath and turned around and quickly disappeared behind the bushes.

Xinxian smiled sweetly and saw him leave, shook his head and turned around, and the smile on his face slowly faded away.

"Oh, innocent children will also slowly stain the worldly... Come on, let me watch you grow up..."

The moonlight is covered by clouds, and the boundless twilight covers the earth. The spring color of the mountains has no color, and they can only spend a long night in their own loneliness.

Big bowl of drinking, eating big pieces of meat, everyone in the village had a good time, and the laughter gradually calmed down. They still need a good night's rest to welcome the warm sun tomorrow.

The bonfire burned out, and the song finally dispersed, leaving only the ground in a mess. Several people who stayed to clean the site yawned and cleaned up the stains on the ground, and the accident happened at this time.

At midnight, when it was finally quiet, it was once again broken by the rumble of horses' hoofs. A team of murderous knights emerged from the night. They held sabres and steel forks, and there was a blazing fire everywhere they passed, and the sharp swords shook their eyes under the firelight. The fierce east wind fueled the fire, and the flames spread rapidly in the wind, swept large houses into it. Before long, the whole village will fall into a sea of fire and turn into an unknown ashes in this barren mountain.

A rapid sound suddenly sounded from the east, and the village that had just rested boiled again. Countless panicked figures rushed out of the house and rushed around. This scene made the horse thieves waving swords laugh. Before drinking the blood of the villagers, panic and fear were also an appetizing delicacy.

The shouts in front became louder and louder, and the rising fire reflected half of the sky. The horse thieves galloped through the roadway from under the eaves of the haystuff, and rushed to several panicked villagers with a ferocious smile. The good play of killing and bloodletting is finally staged here.

Everything is going well. When the blood comes out, the task will be successfully completed. Compared with the reward of 5,000 taels of silver promised by the man, there is nothing to look forward to in this remote country.

The villagers panicked and bumped like headless flies. They were soon caught up by the robbers on horseback. With the sad wind, the sharp blade kissed the neck of the man at the end. However, the man happened to stumble to the ground, rolled to the wall and crawled into the haystice, and was lucky to save his life.