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Chapter 1003: Qiu Lao shot

Chapter 1003: Qiu Lao shot

Chapter 1003 Qiu Lao makes a move

When the two disciples heard that they were the master of Qianji Pavilion, they were so frightened that they almost threw the rope out of their hands.

Whether their master is afraid of the Pavilion Master of Qianji Pavilion, they don't know.

After all, these young disciples are afraid.

Hanging on this precipitous cliff is already very dangerous, how dare you play tricks with the owner of Qianji Pavilion?

The two of them were shaking so vigorously that they couldn't even fart.

"Turn around."

A certain boss said.

The two obediently hung on the rope and turned around.

A certain boss tied the two of them up and hung them on a thuja tree not far to the east.

Then he looked at Wei Liulang, Saintess, and Jing Yi in the cave, revealing expressions of bitterness and hatred.

It's almost time to get an apprentice who I don't recognize.

Otherwise, the three Huozhangzi will not come back.

He didn't bring a hook knife, so he just went out.

Wei Liulang wanted to see how he climbed the cliff, but he was almost blown away by the strong wind blowing up from the bottom of the cliff.

He hurriedly retreated into the hole, his eyes beckoning to Jing Yi.

Unlock the dumb point for me.

Jing Yi raised his hand and tapped his acupoints.

"Can't solve it."

Baby Jing said in frustration.

Wei Liulang looked at the saint again, but the saint was already so weak that she passed out.

Can't speak, I'm about to suffocate!

Wei Ting intercepted many disciples of the Killer League with his own strength, and his physical strength was seriously exhausted, and he finally couldn't hold on.

He slipped his hand and was caught by a certain boss.

He turned his head to look, and asked in a daze, "Master?"

The old man: "Don't bark, I didn't admit it."

Wei Ting: "..."

The old man tied Wei Ting to his body, and stepped on the shoulders of two trembling Assassin League disciples.

As for the remaining Assassin League disciples, come and tie one, tie one and hang one on the cliff.

In less than half a cup of tea, more than 20 human-shaped sacks were hung on the cliff.

When he looked up, a disciple of the Assassin League happened to be looking at him.

The two stared with wide eyes.

The disciple of the Assassin League swallowed his saliva, obediently crawled over with a hook knife, and hung himself among his senior brothers.

-

On the thuja tree below.

Eldest brother lay down with a face of unwillingness, slightly supporting his upper body with his elbows, but he couldn't sit up completely.

Because Su Mo's long sword was touching his forehead.

Eldest brother didn't say "you dare to kill me, my master will never let you go", and he didn't say "I never tortured the ninth brother, but I was ordered to arrest him".

Winner and loser.

Too much distraction today, not because his martial arts are not as good as the opponent, but because the opponent's fighting spirit is more like a killer than him, which frightened him.

Lost, he admitted.

In fact, from the very first day he became a killer, he knew that one day he would die under the butcher's knife of others.

Nothing to regret.

He closed his eyes.

Su Mo said lightly: "My brother said that you once helped him, and he owed you a favor. From now on, you two are clear."

Brother suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Su Mo in disbelief.

Su Mo retracted his sword, shot a row of sleeve arrows on the cliff, and went up with lightness kung fu.

On the top of the mountain, Wei Xu and Jiang Guanchao used hundreds of moves.

The two fought back and forth.

Wei Xu punched Jiang Guanchao, and Jiang Guanchao slapped Wei Xu back.

This mountain was almost leveled by the two of them.

Wei Xu glanced at the fully blooming sky, and estimated that it was almost time.

If you don't leave, you won't be able to catch up with them.

The disciples of the Killer League didnt just go there for one wave, they must have gone down the mountain from the east to encircle them.

Su Xuan's injury cannot be delayed, so he has to get on the carriage and leave before then.

Wei Xu no longer loves to fight, and finally meets Jiang Guanchao, snatches the hook knife from a disciple, and flies down the cliff.

"Master!"

The fourth senior brother brought Liu Zhen'er up.

Liu Zhen'er was so tired that she vomited.

The fourth senior brother held back the pain from exhaustion, and came to Jiang Guanchao out of breath: "Master, was that person Wei Xu just now? Did you knock him off the cliff?"

Jiang Guanchao's right arm was aching.

He hoped that he was the one who beat Wei Xu down.

Wei Xu is stronger than he imagined.

It's a pity that we couldn't decide the winner today.

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Foot of the mountain.

A carriage was parked on the path paved with gravel, facing the majestic mountains, as small as gravel.

However, the people in the carriage had no fear.

Ling Yun dressed in red, and gently wiped the piano on the table.

The coachman is a disciple of Baihua Palace and does not know martial arts.

It was precisely because of this that he was arranged by his side.

The coachman sat outside, persuading worriedly: "Young Palace Mistress, let's... why don't we stop in the forest? How eye-catching is this avenue? After a while, the disciples of the Assassin League will come, and we can't hide even if we want to. "

Ling Yun wiped the piano slowly: "Who said I'm going to hide?"

The coachman said: "Don't hide, is it possible that you want to fight against the entire Killer League alone? Your zither killing technique is very exhausting. The Killer League has more disciples than Baihua Palace. You will be exhausted..."

Ling Yun put down the veil nonchalantly, and stroked the beautiful strings.

The coachman suddenly pointed to the mountain in front of him and said: "Young Palace Master! Young Palace Master, look! Halfway up the mountain... the disciples of the Killer League have come down the mountain! They are almost here! What should we do? Second Young Master and the others haven't come yet..."

"You go first."

"Never! Even die in peace and protect the Young Palace Master!"

After the words fell, a loud and clear eagle whistle passed over his head.

The coachman looked up and saw that it was the falcon of the second young lady and the second son!

They're coming down!

Ling Yun hugged Qin: "Let's go."

"Eh!"

The coachman raised his whip excitedly, and drove the carriage towards the foot of the mountain to the west.

Wei Liulang and Jing Yilei collapsed on the ground.

Wei Ting and Su Mo were also panting hard.

Wei Xu and Qiu Lao were drenched in sweat.

Wei Liulang's acupoints were unlocked, and he said out of breath, "It's so exciting, I finally came down... My little life..."

Suddenly, when they saw Ling Yun's carriage, they couldn't help showing expressions of surprise.

Because of the original plan, Ling Yun only sent them here, and there was no need to meet them here.

After all, no one can guarantee that their actions will be successful.

The risks of staying here are simply too great.

I also saw that Ling Yun came from the east.

Wei Xu understood everything.

Ling Yun planned that in case they came down late, he would hold back the disciples of the Killer League with the technique of zither killing, buying time for them to escape.

Wei Xu said seriously: "It's too dangerous for you to do this."

Ling Yun said indifferently: "I am the Young Palace Master of Baihua Palace, Jiang Guanchao will not kill me."

But I won't let you off easily...

After seeing how Su Xuan was tortured, Wei Xu could already foresee what would happen to Ling Yun when he was caught by the Killer League.

Wei Xu secretly wrote down another favor of Ling Yun.

The situation of Su Xuan and the saint is very bad.

Luckily, a certain boss came over, and he used acupuncture to protect the hearts of the two.

Everyone didn't dare to delay for a moment, and returned to Baihua Palace without stopping.

Su Xiaoxiao had already asked Xing'er to tidy up a room, disinfect it, and set up a small bamboo bed for rescue.

Su Mo carried Su Xuan into his arms.

Jing Yi also carried the saint inside.

It happened to be two small bamboo beds.

Both of them needed to be rescued, and Mr. Qiu also stayed behind.

Su Xiaoxiao closed the door and solemnly said to Mr. Qiu:

"Senior, let's start."