Of course, Zhao Qingchan is not a bloodthirsty person either.

But that is, those three people met themselves, what if they were other ordinary people, such as the scholar?

Some people may say that it is a good idea to destroy their martial arts.

Then how do you know that after their internal strength is abolished, they will not become more cunning and cruel and harm more ordinary people?

Then the best way is to eliminate it and quickly kill it and relieve worries.

Manager Song was shocked to speak, so he hurriedly called the guards to bury the body, warned the others not to say anything more, and explained a little.

For example, the three of them were wanted criminals of the Yuan Dynasty, but they came here all the way to escape the pursuit of the government.

Don't worry whether it's true or not.

In addition, Zhao Qingchan still drank and ate without saying a word. The other passengers in the convoy calmed down and entered the tent to rest.

"Young hero, I just..."

Zhao Qingchan waved his hand and rejected Manager Song's apology. He said in a deep voice: "You didn't expect those three people to cause trouble for me. Those people are third-grade warriors, and the strongest guards under your command are only the top-grade third-grade!"

"So you want me to solve this problem and test my skills to see if I am a true Wudang disciple. There is no need for much explanation, and there is no need for a tent. I like to meditate at night."

"Oh, that's OK. Young man should stay in the carriage at night to avoid catching a cold." Manager Song sighed, but he didn't say much.

He was really as Zhao Qingchan said, temptation, and the guards were not strong enough, so he was too lazy to cause trouble.

But I didn’t expect that this young master Zhao would really show mercy and would be dead without any injury!

But the end of this matter ended up like this, which was ultimately his problem.

Zhao Qingchan finally arrived at Wudang Mountain, and obviously wouldn't help Kuaitong with a few words.

…………

Three days later.

The convoy changed horses at some of the Kuaitong Gang's strongholds, but the people were rushing on their way for days.

Places where you rest at night are often not towns, which consumes too much money from the Kuaitong Gang, so most of them camp in the wild.

There were some passengers in the convoy who were more terrifying, but now they are quiet.

The three female disciples of the Emei Sect were also quite afraid of Zhao Qingchan at first, but they could not avoid some negative contact and conversation when riding in the same carriage.

Over time, they found that in addition to jealous of evil, their handsome face made people feel quite good~

Especially for his methods, he is simply innocent compared to his own leader, Master Mie Jue.

And chatting with such a handsome young man seems to be a very interesting thing.

Well, he speaks nicely, looks good, it's really interesting.

pity.

The time for parting is here.

Because this is located at the border where the Express Bulletin is responsible.

In theory.

At this junction, there will be carriages from other gangs to pick them up.

But after waiting for an hour, there was still no convoy coming.

Manager Song secretly scolded the bastards for being unpunctual, so he planned to take out the pigeon and communicate with him.

result.

Right in front of the official road, a man and a horse galloped, gradually getting closer as the distance between the two was.

Everyone vaguely heard the messy roars such as "Run quickly" and "There are enemies".

Because at the corner of the official road, dozens of warriors in black rushed out on fast horses. As the distance got closer, a slight tremor occurred on the surface.

Manager Song's face changed drastically, and he immediately asked someone to put the carriage in the middle of the road, allowing the guard to take the passengers away from here.

The loss of the carriage is small, and the loss of credibility is the big problem.

pity.

The enemy rushed in too fast.

The escaped man at the front was about to turn over and get off the horse, but he was hit by an arrow, but he still never escaped.

The man in black, who led the lead, lit up his sword and pulled out his long sword until one of the people in the convoy: "It's her, snatch the child protected by the woman, and kill the other person without any other personality."

"Yes." Many men in black either turned over and got off the horse or jumped up, flew directly to the carriage above the official road, and instantly broke into the crowd.

"Caughter." Zhao Qingchan's expression changed slightly. He was addicted to "Little Liuli Body" recently and was too lazy to get a secondary professional level. He did not realize that the blessings of the people around him were so bad.

It was too late to say it, then it was soon.

A second-grade warrior had already drawn his sword and attacked him. The true energy attached to the blade body also brought a faint light, which was so dazzling under the direct sunset.

Zhao Qingchan originally wanted to retreat, but remembered that someone here knew that he was a Wudang disciple. Even if he didn't know what he was called, he would still stay.

Next second.

The sword light has already bullied himself.

The man in black had his eyes lit up and thought to himself that the guy in front of him was indeed a fledgling man, so scared that he could not draw his sword.

Zhao Qingchan held the sword sheath slightly tightly in his left hand. He took a deep breath and the Tai Chi true qi flowed into the eight extraordinary meridians.

Draw the sword?

It's really bullying.

Because the moment he drew his sword...

Swish.

Well, it was just an ordinary sword shadow that did not make the whole world tremble.

However, the man in black, who was second-grade, felt a chill in his throat, and he couldn't help but let go of the long knife in his hand, and wanted to reach out to cover the bleeding position.

But he felt his body become more and more powerful. He opened his mouth and blood kept pouring out of his mouth.

Soon, his eyes gradually turned black and he slowly fell in front of Zhao Qingchan.

Then.

There were several men in black in second and third grade looking at him and besieged him one after another.

For a moment.

Sword and sword shadow.

No one would have thought that Zhao Qingchan, who is the top third, could survive such an offensive, especially under the siege of many masters.

But.

Zhao Qingchan's breath of true energy was in the Dantian, and the long sword in his hand was like a dragon coming out of water, with full sword intent.

Flashing and moving.

The Qinglong goes out to the sea.

The clouds are shining and the sun is seen.

Zhongpan Cloud Sword.

Tiangang guides the way!

...

The seventy-two deathly serial swords are mostly killer moves.

Within five breaths, several men in black quickly fell to the ground and died.

Because they all have swords in their throats and eyebrows.

All are fatal to one blow!

There is no chance for them to survive, and there are two of the best second-grade warriors.

"Damn it, this man's swordsmanship has reached its peak. Although he is a top third-grade warrior, it is very difficult. Be careful." A man in black just finished speaking.

Zhao Qingchan bullied himself and stabbed him again.

The latter had a long sword, but he never thought that Zhao Qingchan played a sword flower and still hit him straight.

"This call is called 'Flying Body and Punching'!"

And at this moment.

A man in black who was dressed in a beautiful woman in the palace besieged, broke away from the battle circle like lightning, his body was as fast as a ghost, and two double swords stabbed out at a tricky and vicious angle!

The second grade.

Zhao Qingchan's expression changed slightly, and the visitor was three levels higher than him.

only.
To be continued...