"elder sister?"

In the flash of lightning, Wang Qiongying, who saw Nie Xiaoqian being penetrated by the cold light, shouted loudly in the bottom of the sky.

In the air, the sound of wind was rushing, and Nie Xiaoqian, who was lit up in her body, shook back and forth, and appeared and disappeared, covering her figure.

"Misty Technique?"

When Nie Xiaoqian disappeared from his ghost, the black shadow that emitted a sharp cold light croaked in a loud voice and shouted loudly.

Nie Xiaoqian could not hear it at this time. The rapid sword that had just been slashed from the shadows upstairs, as if the god of death's soul-catching sickle was passing by her, she really thought she had died again, and was so nervous that she was almost suffocating.

Before the horror, I looked down at the sight of the slightest moment, and found that there was only a very thin line on the belt around my waist. Although I had cut it in the middle, the one that hit me was actually the iron, just like a sudden blow of wind, wrinkling a pool of spring water, causing some ripples, without causing any actual damage.

Her mind calmed down, and she stretched out her hand and the ghost moved, the thin lines disappeared, and the shape suddenly reorganized.

Nie Xiaoqian recovered and floated to Wanghu Tower again.

Upstairs, facing the blood-stricken limbs on the ground, Wang Qiongying was very frightened and looked dissatisfied. However, she had always been tough, her teeth were tightly biting, and stubbornness flashed in fear, and she tried her best to support the fence to prevent her legs from falling down.

She was being protected by a sedan chairman holding a nine-section whip in the corner, facing a dark shadow.

Looking closely, the black shadow was short, wearing a black suit, wearing a black mask, holding a cold-tongued sword in his right hand, and two sinister eyes under the bamboo hat, with murderous intent swelling.

A strand of blood slid down from the cold and fierce sword. Under the black shadow's feet, he was lying in a pool of blood and was motionless. Another sedan chairman of the Wang family was lying.

"ha!"

The killer of Taidao suddenly shouted loudly, and he kicked his iron clogs, and the floor shattered. He jumped up like a big bird and rushed out in the air. The knife in his hand was raised high above the top, turning into a sharp light, and slashed at the sedan chair protecting Wang Qiongying like a cut off water.

The man with a sudden shout was scattered, and the man in the sedan chair was slightly shocked. He came to his senses. The murderous sword had already brought Han Zhiren's sharp kill.

Clang, the sedan chairman raised the 100-refined nine-section whip that was blocking in front of him and was cut off in an instant, but the blade continued to cut him into two halves.

The blade cuts the bone into the flesh, but the sedan chairman gave up the nine-section whip at the critical moment. He clamped the body of the Taidao with a pair of flesh palms, but it still couldn't stop it. His shoulders had been cut into several inches, and blood was gushing out like a stream, and half of his body was red.

The sedan chairwoman's face was pale, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. He struggled with his arms and struggled to support him, and he was about to end his life.

Wang Qiongying was trembling and wanted to help, but in the battle between the sedan chair bearer and the Taidao Killer, she, a weak woman, could not get a needle in the needle at all.

Seeing that the sedan chair was about to be opened, Nie Xiaoqian, who was floating into the building, made a quick decision. Her delicate and beautiful ghost body turned around. The little family's jade skirt immediately flew into white silk, floating like a fairy. Then she grabbed her left and right, and there were two more simple exercises.

Huh, Su Jian is as graceful as a stunning geese, as sharp as a dragon, and shoots out through the air.

When Wang Qiongying was so frightened and surprised that she couldn't speak when she saw Nie Xiaoqian, her eyes were blurred and her waist tightened. A simple practice seemed like a silver dragon penetrated through the sky, swaying and entangled herself.

"come over!"

Nie Xiaoqian's cloud bun and her hair danced in the wind, and she pulled her arms with force.

Wang Qiongying, who was entangled by Su Lianyao Jiao Fei, screamed and was dragged backwards.

The sedan chairwoman also received Nie Xiaoqian's help. When the shoulders were loosened and blood splashed in the sky, Taidao finally escaped.

However, the killer who was too knife saw the opportunity was very fast, and immediately followed the knife and raised it and rubbed it to kill him.

Suddenly, a pole hit the wind.

The killer of Taidao rushed forward and the knife edge in his hand was straight. The pole that was flying over was immediately divided into two by the blade and fell to the ground.

Nie Xiaoqian stretched out her foot and lifted her seat pole out, and the killer stopped her, so she found an opportunity to pull Wang Qiongying and the sedan chairman out of the fence.

“Go down.”

Wangyue Tower is dead. When you cannot defeat the Taidao Killer, jumping off the building is the only way to survive.

Life is so ups and downs that it is so exciting that Wang Qiongying's heart seems to be stormy and tides. He was rescued by Nie Xiaoqian with Su Lian. Before he could scream, he found that he had been thrown out of the fence.

The sound of the wind roared in my ears, and I fell to the ground without any force.

Perhaps it was because I believed that Nie Xiaoqian would not harm her, and that I forgot to see Nie Xiaoqian again. She did not scream half a scream, but just waited for the landing with peace of mind.

Although the sedan chair owner was seriously injured and could not use force, he saw Wang Qiongying falling to the ground like himself, and in a hurry, he wanted to reach out to grab her and protect her.

As soon as my hand was stretched out, I heard the sound of the clothes hunting wind. Two simple hurricanes rolled up quickly, wrapping myself and my lady, spinning and touching the ground.

"elder sister?"

Wang Qiongying's feet became weak, but as soon as she landed, she immediately got up and called Nie Xiaoqian and wanted to run to Wangyue Tower.

The sedan chairwoman who was staggering next to him quickly stopped him and said, "Miss, don't go up. If you go up now, it will only drag everyone Nie."

Wang Qiongying had always been aware of the general knowledge of advancing and retreating. When he heard the sedan chairman's words, he could no longer lift his legs. He was extremely worried about Nie Xiaoqian's comfort. Tears suddenly burst out helplessly. He secretly hated himself for uselessness. At the same time, he begged the sedan chairman: "Uncle Chen, can you help Sister Xiaoqian, okay?"

When did Uncle Chen, the sedan chairwoman, see his lady as weak as a pitiful and weak, and immediately wanted to regain his energy and help, but as soon as he was lucky, he spurted out blood and then sat down on the ground.

But on the Wanghu Tower, Nie Xiaoqian sent Wang Qiongying and the sedan chair to the ground safely. The killer of Taidao waved his sword and killed him. She quickly rolled out Su Lian.

However, the sword light flashed rapidly, and the sword energy crisscrossed with a few hissing sounds. Su Lian broke and turned into a butterfly all over the sky, falling.

The Taidao Killer cut Su Lian into pieces. Unexpectedly, he did not continue to kill him. Instead, he stood with his sword in his hands, with an unsightly cautious look in his murderous eyes: "あなたはなにもの?"

Nie Xiaoqian frowned slightly, not understanding what this killer was saying, but he could tell that he was speaking in Japanese.

The Ming Dynasty in history had dealt with Fusang. Although the Ming Dynasty where she was located was exposed, it was not surprising that the Japanese people appeared. But she didn't understand why this Japanese man made a big fuss in Wangyue Tower and killed several unarmed scholars.

The Japanese man's qi and blood were extremely strong, almost as good as the eight Wang Lin, the old Wang family she had seen before. Moreover, his sword skills were fierce and terrifying. Not to mention that she didn't understand martial arts at all, even if she knew martial arts, her ghost could not get close to her due to the pressure of qi and blood.

There is no love for no reason or hatred for no reason in the world. She can't tell the purpose of this Japanese man for a while, and she is thinking about delaying time and allowing Wang Qiongying and the sedan chairwoman to escape.

"Where did the Japanese swordsman come from? How dare I come to my Ming Dynasty to play wild?"
Chapter completed!