Chapter Forty-Three: The Yellow Sparrow Follows

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The people of Xiqin who were quietly hiding in the distance, breathing along the rhythm of the wind blowing the grass, at this time, it was like being on a high platform in the Colosseum, watching with great interest the sword light flying in the distance, flying sand and stones.

Seven against one, difficult to solve. In this battle, Uncle Shangman touched his bare head, and he had the urge to rush up to help the weak guy.

The enchanting woman saw the funny look of the bald head on the side licking her lips and rubbing her shoulders and hands, and couldn't help but say: "I don't need your help, the head of the world is not in vain." I think that seven fights and one may not be able to defeat him, and if it is not good, there will be some wonderful changes later. ”

"Hmph, if he can retreat under the hands of the seven mortal monks, I will not drink the sorghum wine for three days. ”

Uncle Shangman disagreed with the woman's opinion at all, in his opinion, unless this human leader was already invincible in the same realm, it was impossible to do it to one enemy and seven.

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A sword slashed through the wrist of the last man standing, and his weapon flew away, kicking him down.

Panting and sweating, he covered his arm that had been cut to reveal his bones and was dripping with blood.

"The result is a foregone conclusion, is it okay not to fight?" said Yan Wanyu, looking at the man with the broken arm who had his legs broken but was still struggling to get up.

The grassland was in ruins, and the grassland had become a stir-fried mud and rock, with sword marks everywhere and blood spilled all over the ground.

"My Yin family's children, unless they die in battle, they will definitely take their last breath. ”

The person who looked at the smoke and rain and felt that his face was the weakest, but at this time he said the hardest words.

"Do you have to fight for me?" Smoke and rain found that the man whose hands and feet had been cut off by him was still struggling, accumulating strength, trying to deliver a fatal blow.

"Otherwise, are you waiting for you to come to our Yin family and fight hard? ”

After a thousand difficulties, the person who finally gained the strength to strike a blow deliberately picked the most tricky angle and attacked the vital place with a sword.

However, the children of the Yin family are all at the end of the crossbow at this time, and they have more than enough heart but not enough strength.

As soon as the long sword flew to the side of Yan Duanyu, it was picked up by Yanduyu before it could get close to the vital point.

Seeing with his own eyes that the blow that exhausted his whole body strength was easily dissolved, the man who drew the sword showed despair, and finally under the extreme warning of his body, he couldn't resist the fatigue and fainted.

In fact, the smoke and rain mean that you can go desperately with the people who have been watching the play.

"There is still a place here..."Before the smoke and rain could finish this sentence, the fire behind him had already risen into the sky.

When the fire formed a circle and formed a tall wall, a rapid sword light accurately swept over the necks of people who were lying on the ground, lying down, falling or propping.

As soon as the sword light passed, more than a dozen heads were rushed into the air with blood.

Fang Cai was still struggling, racking his brains to calculate how to defeat the smoke and rain and save the defeat, and the people of the Yin family had already fallen to the ground at this time.

Of course, where there are great things, the soul of God lives, and people live.

The body is only a container, and the death of a short body does not mean that the person has actually died.

As a result, the people of the Yin family, who had a premonition of the death crisis, left their bodies in advance.

The five dark blue souls dodged the sword light attack that cut off their heads.

Those dark blue spirits didn't need any communication, as if they had planned early, they each picked a direction and fled out.

However, how could the people who shot it let them escape so easily, what they wanted was that these people were really dead.

A long whip was drawn towards the scattered and fleeing spirits, and the speed of the three spirits was not as fast as the whip, and they were scattered with a single blow.

The two spirits were engulfed in flames as they fled, and with a terrible whine, they turned into green smoke.

The people of the Yin family, who originally took advantage of the situation, were wiped out before they took their lives.

Moreover, some people die without knowing whose hands they are dying.

The people who came were all people they had never seen before, and the timing of the shot was extremely accurate, and the ruthlessness was self-evident, obviously not good stubble.

The hand that was smoky and rainy gently held the sword, and it was still impossible to tell whether it was an enemy or a friend, how could he not be on guard?

Looking at the bodies scattered on the ground by destroying the Yin family's children one by one, the smoke and rain gradually became heavy.

These four people: one is good at fire, can attack or trap.

One person holds the whip and is good at long-range attacks.

One person bites the grass stem, and is younger than himself, but his swordsmanship is extraordinary.

There is also a silent floating high above his head, and he has not yet made a move.

These four people put him under much more pressure than the previous seven, which means that if their goal is themselves, then they are really dangerous.

The person who wiped the traces on the ground finally had time to turn around and deal with the outsider who had been standing quietly on the side from beginning to end.

The bald man stole a glance at the young man who was chewing grass stalks for a while, as if waiting for him to come up with an idea.

Sensing Uncle Shangman's inquiring gaze, Qin Dong's heart was empty.

He knew what the uncle meant, but let him go first, how dare he.

It's not that he didn't see the first fool of the Yin family to make a move before, and that end is still shocking in retrospect.

The poor guy was broken by a sword, not to mention the dantian, and the meridians of his limbs were broken.

He was not able to get back up until the end of the battle, when he had been restored for so long.

He lost his ability to fight in just one face, and God knows how many swords that guy took to become like that.

The same is mortal, but the gap is very different.

Time passed minute by minute, and while the smoke and rain were recuperating the injuries on his body, he quickly controlled the operation of Zhou Tian in his body, recovering as much spiritual power as possible, while looking at the bald head in front of him calmly, the boy and the beauty, as for the place where the tip of the sword was guarded against, it was heaven.

The two groups of people are just consuming, it doesn't matter if the smoke and rain run out, in the end, when they are injured and their spiritual power is fully recovered, they pat their butts and leave, with a few of them, they feel that it is unlikely that they will forcibly keep themselves.

Not to mention anything else, the sword that cut off the head, if he was allowed to wield it, the sword light would be thinner and the sword speed would be faster.

Swordsmen and swordsmen, they are not as fast as they are, and they can't imagine what they can rely on to keep themselves.

"The head of the world, don't be nervous, we don't do it. ”

Qin Dong raised his hands and motioned for the bald uncle to disperse the wall of fire, "We also want to thank you for helping us beat them to death, but it saved us a lot of effort." ”

The wall of fire gradually dispersed, and it was clear that the smoke and rain had gone down to their passers-by, and at this moment the young man spoke like an old friend.

"Why did you kill them?"

"The world will be the first to forget, the bones of the son are not cold, your Excellency doesn't remember?"

Qin Dong didn't expect that he still needed to explain this kind of thing to the person in front of him.

At this moment, the Western Qin people don't need to ask anyone to kill.

When the smoke and rain were gone, it suddenly became clear that it was someone from Xiqin.

"Since it was done by Xi Qin, I hope that another day I will have the opportunity to ask you to tell the world that the life and death of the Yin family has nothing to do with me. ”

Yan Yu didn't plan to kill anyone in the Yin family, let alone be pestered by others.

"The head of the human world, is this afraid that the Mohai royal family will settle this account on your head?"

Qin Dong smelled a very beautiful breath, and with this as a guide, he might be able to catch the first big fish in the world.

"I'm afraid of trouble, things that have nothing to do with me, it's too difficult to explain. ”

When it comes to this, the smoke and rain know that the fight can't be fought, at most they put it together, telling outsiders that he did it.

Putting away his sword, he didn't want to say more, turned around and swept towards the north, his unsuspecting back exposed in front of the four of them, until the figure of the smoke and rain disappeared into the distant sky.

"Uncle Tashi, you can see far away, is he really gone?" Qin Dong asked the people in the sky.

"Well, gone, never looked back. The deep voice of the person above sounded slowly, as if relieved.

"I said, boy, are we too cautious this time, and let him go like this?" The bald man seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and he didn't even fight a single battle.

"Hmph, I'm the weakest, if I fight, it's probably my life that he left behind, so I won't fight. Qin Dong chewed on the grass stalks and muttered.

"Four against one, and it's not for you to face the enemy alone. "Uncle Shangman can't see the Western Qin people committing crimes.

"It's not a matter of a few people, just now seven hit one, and those seven won? Except for the first one, the other six people still shot together. ”

Qin Dong thought to himself, it's not that you haven't seen them fighting, this smoke and rain are outrageously strong, even if the four of us go together, I am still the weakest of the four, and I am the one who died.

"Don't compare us to those seven pampered goods, I don't have much trouble beating two or three of those. The corners of Uncle Shangman's mouth overflowed with flames, as if the internal fire could not be suppressed.

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, the bewitching woman couldn't help but interject, "What are you arguing about, everyone is gone." ”

"Qin Dong is right not to fight, I just took advantage of the gap between us to make a divination, if my flying needle stabs him, we can only get out of the two of us alive. ”

The people in the heavens were silent for a long time, and they extinguished the arrogance of the bald man when they opened their mouths.

There's not much to say here, and the four of them all understand that even if they only let the smoke and rain replace one of them, their attack will outweigh the losses.

Everyone has something to do, big things are about to start, and no one can afford to lose them in advance.

The four of them checked the surrounding land again, and after making sure that there were no traces, they flew towards the east.

The next time they make a move, even if they die, they have to fight without hesitation.

In fact, if the bald man hadn't been hit and lost three days of fine wine, he wouldn't have left a blind eye to the moisture all over the ground.

But people who are in a bad mood are prone to not feeling anything.

Seven hours after Qin Dong and the four of them left, a person dressed in royal official uniforms flew here, and the traces of the battlefield were too dazzling.

He bent down and grabbed the dirt, crushing it one after another, and in the dim starlight, the huge word 'prison' on his back shone faintly......

"The water vapor has lasted for a long time, and his quiet moment of water has actually been practiced so superbly......."