Being entertained by Mei Xiangwu's boss Lian Hongmei, the uncle Shui was unruly and walked into the middle of the journey.

At this moment, a cold arrow burst out from the corner!

"ah!"

Lian Hongmei was shocked and screamed.

In front of her, Uncle Shui, wearing a red robe, suddenly turned sideways, and sharp arrows passed by his head. The cloak shattered, revealing a frightened face.

Before there was enough time to roar, another sharp arrow broke through the wind and pointed directly at the throat.

Uncle Shui's pupils shrank, and the true energy around him surged. The powerful qigong made the surrounding space almost solidify. He asked for his life to stay one foot in front of him. The black color seemed chilling in the darkness of the dusk.

Just as he was relieved, three sharp arrows shot at him from three different angles.

"What a great archer!" Uncle Shui was shocked. From his eyes, he could naturally see that these arrows were shot out in an instant by the same person.

Such an arrow art is rare in the world!

Who takes his own life?

Without time to think, he turned over and lifted up the red robe on his body, threw it into the air, and his body flashed to the other side.

Three sharp arrows fell on the robe at the same time, like a slump in a quagmire, no longer powerful, and fell to the ground at the same time as the red robe.

"Ha, in front of my soft red robe that is scattered all over the world, no matter how great your archery skills are, you will still be sad!" Mr. Shui, who avoided the killer move, laughing, searching everywhere with eagle-like eyes.

This sudden change caused chaos in Meixiangwu. Many guests ran out in horror. The singing girls led by the boss's wife hid in the backyard, and the scene was very mixed.

Just as he began to search for his opponent, a figure flashed in front of him and six sharp arrows shot out.

The arrow attacked, and Mr. Shui was not in a hurry. His body emitted a magnificent energy, condensed in the void, like a solid wall of air, intercepting sharp arrows.

But at that time, two figures came to him.

Under the blurred light, two sharp daggers stabbed at the throat at the same time.

The true energy condensed in front of him and had no strength to resist the sneak attack. Mr. Shui immediately made a decision and shook his body back.

The two young killers seemed to have expected that the other party would change his tricks like this.

The dagger with a flashing cold light pierced obliquely and pierced into the Shui's shoulders.

But the moment they pierced, the two were surprised to find that the dagger with their own characteristics only broke through the flesh and blood, and could not penetrate the bones.

This person not only has a strong qigong, but also has top-notch horizontal practice skills!

The two young killers made a judgment in an instant, but it was too late.

Mr. Shui shouted wildly, and his powerful energy thrust into the void. The two daggers that pierced his flesh and blood were shaken away. The two killers couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Those who can't kill Shui with such a method! Say, who sent you here?" Pu Ming, among the ten tribes, had a cold expression, and his body exuded a terrifying and oppressive look, staring at the two young killers.

The answer to him was two sharp fists.

"The struggle of ignorance." He sneered.

He has been in the world for many years and is experienced. After just a few fights, he has already figured out the details of the two killers in front of him.

Although these two people are not bad, they are too shallow and have weak foundations and are not considered rivals.

As for the archer in the secret, although his strength is amazing, his strongest one is body protection Qigong and horizontal training, and he is least afraid of archers and hidden weapons.

Sending these killers to deal with their own is too wrong!

When you take these people, you must ask which bastard is plotting against your own family!

Just as he made up his mind, a huge sound came from the periphery of Meixiangwu. Dozens of black figures broke in with swords and hidden weapons, and dozens of sharp arrows shot out from all directions to cover the attacks of these people.

What, there are so many killers who ambushed them, who killed Qiandao?

Mr. Puming was extremely frightened and furious.

Seeing the black clothes surrounding him, he no longer had the desire to fight. He threw away the two killers around him and headed towards the back door of Meixiangwu.

On this road, many men in black attacked swords and swords. He relied on his hard work to stand out.

Although his qigong is profound, he has consumed a lot of his true energy when dealing with those hidden arrows just now. He dared not waste it anymore, but just practiced hard skills against swords.

Soon, dozens of scars appeared on his body.

But he didn't care at all. These wounds looked terrifying, but they were actually just skin trauma.

He quickly broke through!

Just as he approached Meixiangwu's backyard, a tall and thin figure blocked him.

The man was wearing a luxurious silk gown, with a slightly vicissitudes of appearance and an extraordinary figure.

It seems that he had expected that he would go here and stand up to stop him.

"You can't stop me!" Mr. Shui roared loudly and rushed over.

At this moment, three sharp hidden arrows attacked from behind him.

It's that archer!

Uncle Shui felt awe-inspiring in his heart, and without reservation he condensed his remaining true energy behind him to form a wall of energy to resist the hidden arrow.

His horizontal and hard skills can match swords, but he will never dare to use his flesh and blood to fight the archer's arrow.

At the same time, a surging palm force was accumulated and the fire appeared.

Uncle Shui hit the palm of his hand.

Puffy!

The dull sound echoed like thunder.

Wuyi's palm was white and pressed against Uncle Shui's chest. The violent energy made Uncle Shui's clothes turn into flying catkins and float like feathers.

But Mr. Shui's body was still moving.

Looking at Wuyi, he laughed wildly: "Your palm technique can only break your clothes, and you can't hurt a single hair of my hair!"

His horizontal and hard skills are indeed quite unique. He cannot be damaged by swords and swords, and his fists and palms cannot be broken.

But after saying this, he fell to the ground and died.

This surprised everyone present.

The cold killer girl named Mei Ruoxin squatted down and checked for a complicated look, and said with a complicated expression: "His internal organs are broken, so he has a domineering palm force. He can fight the cows across the mountain, and completely restrain his hard skills."

Wu Yi smiled, looked at the flying catkins that were transformed from clothes because of his palm strength, and said calmly: "This is called the feather flow ascending immortal palm. Feather flow means that the clothes will break, the feather flow will become feathered, and the ascending immortal is like him."

"It's so easy to die under my palm. It seems that he is not the person Dongyue is looking for." Wuyi asked someone to lift the corpse on the ground and was about to leave Meixiangwu.

Suddenly, a cold sword energy surged.

Wu Yi's eyes sterned, his palms slashed out from his sleeves, and slapped into Meixiangwu's backyard.

Pang!

The energy of energy mingles in the air, and the overflowing force made the nearby tables and chairs explode, fortunately there were few guests at this moment.

Liuyin Shenwang and others looked at him, but saw a chill sweeping in. A thin young man walked into the backyard of Meixiangwu, carrying a wide and long sword, with a cold and indifferent look on his face.

"Mei Xiangwu is not a place for you to kill people." He spoke coldly and looked at Wuyi with sharp eyes.

"I didn't expect Mei Xiangwu to have a young master like you." Wu Yi was a little surprised.

Although he easily took the knife just now, the temperature contained is actually rare. Judging from the appearance of the young man in front of him, he is less than the age of double 10. In the future, his success will probably not be inferior to the one-eyed dragon in the wilderness.

After feeling a little emotion in his heart, he took out a silver note: "It is a must to do something here, this is the compensation for your losses."

The boy's eyes did not move at all, and he said coldly: "This is not something that money can solve."

A murderous intent like a cold winter condensed in an instant, and snowflakes in the entire Meixiangwu flew.

"What a powerful Bing Jin." Mei Ruoxin, who was standing next to Wuyi, frowned, and there was a sense of fighting in her eyes.

She could see that the boy with a big sword in front of her was actually a girl about the same age as hers.

"Why can't money solve it?" A gorgeous figure walked out from some corner and quickly walked to Wuyi, grabbed the silver note, with a smile on his face, "Five hundred taels of silver, even if you kill here dozens of times, we don't mind."

The boss of Mei Xiangwu, Lian Hongmei, was not at all like she had witnessed the cruel revenge in the world. She calmly put away the silver notes, and at the same time gave a look at the chilling boy with a knife in his back not far away.

The latter gradually restrained the coldness of the body.

Wu Yi looked at Lian Hongmei with a smile on his face and said, "Since the boss's wife doesn't blame her, Xiao will not disturb her now and come to Mei Xiangwu to have a drink someday."

"Mr. Xiao, please walk slowly." Lian Hongmei gave this familiar guest.

Just as Wuyi and others left Meixiangwu with their bodies, a blood-colored figure appeared in the sunset and then disappeared.

...

Tianqing Gorge is an important pass in the Central Plains.

Today, a team of carriages are driving here.

A young figure sat at the front of the convoy, looking 20 or 30 years old, with a handsome appearance, wearing a zipper dress, with hands on her head, leisurely enjoying the surrounding scenery.

Suddenly, a sharp sword energy suddenly came, and it was as angry as Lingxiao, pointing straight at his throat.
To be continued...