The night was dark and the wind was cold.
Inside the carriage, it was warm and quiet.
Cui Xiaoxin tried her best to listen, but she still couldn't hear anything happening outside.
She just heard Yan Xiangma shout "go to hell", but what happened next?
Did Yan Xiangma win or lose? Did he hurt the enemy if he won? Did he get hurt if he lost?
After all, Cui Xiaoxin was not a cultivator, and it was too quiet outside. It didn't seem like there was a fight going on. It was hard to guess the progress, and she was very worried.
Cui Xiaoxin looked at Li Muyang sitting opposite. Li Muyang's eyes were dark and his face was livid. He understood the meaning of Cui Xiaoxin's question, but he didn't hide it. He shook his head at Cui Xiaoxin.
Cui Xiaoxin's face instantly turned as white as paper. She knew that her cousin might have been injured in this fight. Whether he was alive or not was still unknown.
Her face was extremely ugly, and her hands held the hem of her skirt tightly.
Now it was hard to get off. It was a dilemma.
If she went out, then she wouldn't be able to stop Shadow Song Fuxiao from searching the carriage. Cui Xiaoxin wasn't in the carriage. What was wrong with lifting the curtain to take a look? But then, what about Li Muyang who was trapped in the carriage?
If she didn't go out, her cousin could only persist to the end, block to the end, and fight to the end. From the situation outside, her cousin's strength shouldn't be Song Fuxiao's match … Could she just watch her cousin die?
Also, Cui Xiaoxin was also puzzled. She had just met Li Muyang. Why did her cousin Yan Xiangma come to the rescue as if he knew in advance …
Cui Xiaoxin didn't believe what Yan Xiangma said just now that her aunt saw that she didn't return late at night and specially asked her to look for her. First of all, her mother knew that she was willing to take the initiative to visit Miss Song. She didn't know how happy she was in her heart. Even if she didn't return all night, she just needed to send someone back to inform her, and everything would be fine. Secondly, after returning from the Shen Palace, the relationship between Yan Xiangma and the Cui family, including the Yan family where he was from, had reached a freezing point. The elders of the two families had criticized and reprimanded him, and some had even proposed to expel him from the Cui family … It had been a long time since Yan Xiangma had been willing to go to the Cui family. How could he go there tonight, and how could he be entrusted with the responsibility by his mother?
In that case, cousin didn't come for her, but for Li Muyang …
He knew that Li Muyang had returned, and he also knew that Li Muyang was sitting in this carriage.
Apart from this, there was no other explanation.
"Is the friendship between men really stronger and deeper than the friendship between men and women?" Cui Xiaoxin looked at Li Muyang sitting opposite and thought to herself. When Li Muyang arrived in Tiandu, the first person he contacted was her cousin, but she accidentally discovered his existence and took the initiative to invite him …
Li Muyang knew that Cui Xiaoxin was extremely nervous, and also knew that she was worried about the safety of Yan Xiangma.
The unknown was the most frightening.
She had no way of knowing the situation outside, so she had all kinds of bad conjectures in her heart.
Although Li Muyang was also sitting in the carriage, he could clearly see the situation outside just by relying on the flow of zhenqi outside, the release of sword qi, and some small movements.
He knew that Yan Xiangma's first slash had failed, and also knew that the reason for that failure was because of the difference in speed.
"Shadow" Song Fuxiao practiced the Song family's "Great Daylight". The "Great Daylight" was not only a world-destroying killing move, but the movement technique "Wrong Shadow Doppelganger" it contained was also at the peak and could be said to be unparalleled in the world.
Perhaps only the dragon's "Art of Traveling through Clouds and Summoning Rain" and the Daoist's "Cloud Climbing Ladder" could compare.
Even Li Muyang secretly praised Yan Xiangma's second sword strike. This one sword strike had nine stars, and the nine stars contained nine different kinds of power, and then the tenth sword strike was used to destroy the tyrannical sword. It was somewhat similar to the Cui family's' Sword of Tribulation 'that Li Muyang knew of. Moreover, Yan Xiangma's slash was determined and decisive. Even Li Muyang thought that this time, Song Fuxiao would definitely fall under the sword, or at least tear off a piece of flesh from him.
What he didn't expect was that Song Fuxiao's cultivation base was so amazing. For a moment, Li Muyang unexpectedly lost track of Song Fuxiao's aura. In other words, he could not feel his presence in the carriage. Song Fuxiao had completely disappeared.
Then, Yan Xiangma was injured and retreated in defeat — —
Yan Xiangma's skills had improved greatly in the past two years, which proved that he was indeed working hard. But in Jiangnan city, he was still too slack, and failed to lay a solid foundation. Besides, he was still young, and compared to Song Fuxiao, who was originally Song Gudu's' shadow ', and then charged into the army to kill the enemy and hunt the heads of enemy generals, he was indeed too immature and weak.
Li Muyang knew that Yan Xiangma was no match for Song Fuxiao, but even if he was burning with anxiety, it was difficult for him to immediately make a decision.
His difficulty was the same as that of Cui Xiaoxin. If he went out to help, then his identity would immediately be exposed. Even if he exposed a trace of dragon qi, Song Gudu, who was living in seclusion in the Song family's old mansion not far away, would come over.
At that time, the strong people of West Wind would swarm over, and the West Wind army would also be eyeing him. How could he contend against the power of a country?
If he didn't go out to help, would he watch his friend die for him?
Li Muyang clenched his fists, his eyes sharp, and although the expression on his face was calm, his heart was in turmoil.
"In such a dilemma, how should I choose?"
As though understanding Li Muyang's mind, Cui Xiaoxin stretched out her hand, grasped his fist, and gently shook her head at him.
If Li Muyang went out at this time, Li Muyang's life would most likely be in danger, and Cousin Xiangma's injury would lose any meaning.
Moreover, Li Muyang's appearance, did it not confirm Cousin Xiangma's crime of colluding with the enemy?
Just then, the six black-robed men who followed Song Fuxiao also came over in the direction of the carriage at the same time.
One of the black-robed men gave a cupped fist salute, looked at Ning Xinhai in front of him and said: "Butler Ning, we have admired the name of the stone Buddha for a long time, but we have official business to attend to, please excuse us Butler Ning — —"
The black-robed man pointed to Yan Xiangma who was bleeding. "Butler Ning has also seen that Gongzi Xiangma is seriously injured. If he continues to fight, his life will be in danger. What's the big deal? We just need to ask Miss Xiaoxin to lift the curtain and let us have a look — — If the traitor is in the carriage, we will naturally help Butler Ning to capture that person and protect Miss Xiaoxin's safety. If that person is not in the carriage, we will turn around and leave, and have to apologise to Miss Xiaoxin — — "
Ning Xinhai sneered. "It's easy to say. If I let you disturb Miss's carriage today, how would I have the face to stand in Tiandu? You have gone too far, running over in the middle of the night to lift the curtain of Miss's carriage — — If this matter were to spread, how would our Miss have the face to see others? How would the Cui family have the face to see others? Today, as long as I am still breathing, you can forget about lifting the curtain of the carriage. "
The black-robed man sighed softly. "Then please forgive us."
The black-robed man waved his hand, and the other five people immediately surrounded the carriage. They were so densely packed that it was impossible to escape from any angle.
"Uncle Ning, Uncle Xiaoxin, although a woman, also knows the importance of the family's glory. Today they bullied a weak woman like me. Xiaoxin is weak, but she also has a bit of backbone — — Uncle Ning, you don't have to worry about me, just kill the enemy. I think that even if Grandfather knows what happened tonight, he will certainly seek justice for Xiaoxin. My Cui family is not to be trampled on. "
"Yes, Miss." Ning Xinhai replied in a low voice.
The black-robed man's face stiffened. Cui Xiaoxin's attitude was so resolute, and she regarded them as' enemies', and ordered Ning Xinhai to kill them. Although they were angry, they could not help but worry.
They had provoked the young lady of the Cui family for no reason, and most likely the old man of the Cui family would also hate them. Moreover, the young lady of the Cui family would soon marry into the Song family. At that time, the Cui and Song family would become one family, and women are the most vengeful. What good fruit would they have to eat at that time?
Ning Xinhai could kill them, but they could not do anything to the young lady of the Cui family.
"Kill." The black-robed man ordered, and several people attacked Ning Xinhai at the same time.
Ning Xinhai roared, slamming his palm towards the leader.
At the same time, his body rotated rapidly, his palm shot out like the wind, and countless palm shadows shot towards the black-robed man.
Pitter-patter — —
Ning Xinhai was fighting one against six, and was caught in a bitter battle.
Yan Xiangma looked at the life-reaping hook sticking out of his chest, a wry smile on his lips.
"I still failed — — I was defeated in such an embarrassing way."
He originally thought that he could block for him, or at least help him drive away these guys who were intercepting him. He thought that with his two years of hard work, he would be able to bring some trouble to the opponent.
"I overestimated myself." Yan Xiangma said aloud.
Screech — —
Song Fuxiao pulled back the life-reaping hook in his hand, blood splattering everywhere, and a hole was left on Yan Xiangma's chest.
"Senior Official Yan is of high status, why should he get involved in such a dangerous thing?" Song Fuxiao sighed. "This person's identity is secretive, even if the Cui and Yan families knew what Senior Official Yan did today, they would not tolerate you — — why make things so difficult for yourself?"
Yan Xiangma took out a pill from his bosom, pinched the outside of the pill, and swallowed it in one gulp.
A fragrant aroma assailed his nostrils, and a stream of heat flowed through his body. The hole in his chest that was clawed out by the life-reaping hook healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the blood that was gushing out quickly stopped. The pills of the Dragon Clan were indeed magical.
Could it be that Li Muyang had already guessed that he would be in danger today, so he gave him that bottle of Dragon Clan pills in advance?
Song Fuxiao saw the pill used by Yan Xiangma and the speed at which his body was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. His pupils widened, and he said in a cold voice, "This is not a pill of the Human Clan?"
"It's a secret pill of my Yan family, what about it? Do we have to report to you, Song Fuxiao, what pill our Yan family has refined? "
"Of course not." Although Song Fuxiao had guessed the origin of this pill, there was no evidence and it was not appropriate to accuse him without any basis. "Official Yan is no match for me, if you continue to fight, I'm afraid you will die... So, let's call it a day?"
"We can call a truce, but you have to first apologize to my sister Xiaoxin." Yan Xiangma sneered.
Of course he wanted to call a truce. Who would be willing to die if they knew they couldn't win?
Besides, even if he had the protection of the Dragon Clan's pills, the blow just now had still seriously injured him. A plume of blood had accumulated in his chest, and the flow of essential qi in his body was not smooth. He would most likely need to rest for a period of time.
But if he gave up now, Song Fuxiao would go and attack his Master Ning Xinhai. Ning Xinhai was fighting one against six, and was barely in an invincible position. If coupled with Song Fuxiao's strange movements and unfathomable strength, then there was only a dead end for him.
When Song Fuxiao attacked him, he was still holding back, but when he attacked his Master, he could be unscrupulous. In that case, they could still lift the curtain and board the carriage...
He could only pester endlessly, he could only fight with his life on the line.
"Is Senior Official Yan making things difficult for me?"
"General Song harassed little sister in the middle of the night and forced her to meet you, that is really making things difficult for me — —"
Song Fuxiao's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "Does Senior Official Yan really think I don't dare to kill you?"
"I've never thought of it that way." Yan Xiangma said. "There are countless experts who have died in the hands of General Song. I, Yan Xiangma, am just an insignificant person, what qualifications do I have for General Song to show mercy? However, after General Song kills Xiangma, someone will eventually avenge me — — I won't let General Song have an easy time. "
"Senior Official Yan, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Song Fuxiao's expression was cold and murderous as he said.
Before the word 'ruthless' could be said, his body had already disappeared from where he was standing.
Yan Xiangma knew the danger, and the sword in his hand immediately turned and slashed horizontally.
Swoosh — —
The long sword missed.
Bang — —
Yan Xiangma's body was once again sent flying.
Kacha — —
Yan Xiangma's body fell to the ground, his back slamming heavily into the frozen ground.
This time, the fall was solid, and one could almost hear the sound of bones breaking.
Yan Xiangma lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and then struggled to get up. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he once again stood in front of Song Fuxiao.
"General Song is really good — — again, this time I will definitely be able to withstand General Song's brilliant move." Yan Xiangma raised his sword and said fiercely to Song Fuxiao.
"You overestimate yourself."
Song Fuxiao snorted coldly, his body once again disappearing from where he was, pouncing in the direction of Yan Xiangma.
Yan Xiangma turned 180 degrees, swinging his sword behind him.
He felt a chill on his back. Song Fuxiao should be attacking from behind.
Bang — —
When he turned around, his chest was suddenly hit by a palm. Song Fuxiao placed his murderous intent on Yan Xiangma's back, luring him to turn around and swing his sword, but he casually attacked from the front.
Kacha — —
Yan Xiangma's body flew away like a paper duck with a broken string.
His body flew extremely high and extremely fast, then crashed into a tree in the distance with a bang.
After Yan Xiangma's body hit the tree, he slid down the trunk and fell to the ground.
He grimaced in pain. Before he could move, he felt a heart-wrenching pain all over his body.
Kacha, kacha — —
The thick tree trunk made a loud noise, then split in the middle.
Bang — —
The upper half of the tree collapsed, smashing next to Yan Xiangma.
Yan Xiangma lay there, not even having the strength to dodge.
"Damn it." Li Muyang's eyes were bloodshot, filled with murderous intent.
He knew he had to go out.
If he didn't, Yan Xiangma would really be killed by Song Fuxiao.
He knew the situation outside, and he also knew that Yan Xiangma could no longer fight. With his current physical condition, he most likely could not even stand up.
Yes, after he went out, his body would immediately be exposed, and would attract the powerful forces of the entire West Wind Kingdom to slaughter and assassinate him.
However, this was not a reason for others to sacrifice for him.
He would rather die than to see Yan Xiangma beaten to death by others.
His life was a life, but was Yan Xiangma's life not a life?
Li Muyang cast a glance at Cui Xiaoxin, preparing to lift the curtain and step out of the carriage.
Pa — —
Cui Xiaoxin understood what Yan Xiangma wanted to do. She suddenly reached out and grabbed Li Muyang's arm.
Cui Xiaoxin was aware of her cousin's current condition, and knew that his life was in danger.
Her eyes were red, and her face had long been smeared with tears. She clung to Li Muyang's arm, not letting Li Muyang go out to die.
Song Gudu's old residence was not far away. As long as Li Muyang went out to fight, or even release his murderous intent, Song Gudu would most likely rush over in an instant. At that time, Li Muyang would only have one end, and it would be impossible to leave.
Cui Xiaoxin's face was streaming with tears, but she dared not make the slightest sound. She could only shake her head desperately at Li Muyang.
Can't go out!
Must not go out!
Pfff — —
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
Yan Xiangma wanted to get up from the ground again, but because his internal organs were seriously injured, and several of the bones in his chest were broken, it was difficult for him to get up immediately.
As though he knew what was going on inside the carriage, Yan Xiangma, regardless of his injuries, was spurting out large mouthfuls of blood, shouting, "Little sister Xiaoxin, your cousin is fine, I'm fine — — you just sit inside, don't give face to these dog slaves. My little sister Xiaoxin is an outstanding beauty, like the bright moon in the sky, how can these dog slaves — — see her as they please? "
Pfft — —
Yan Xiangma spurted out another mouthful of blood, which flowed down his cheeks and poured into his ears.
He felt his ears were buzzing, like there were ten thousand insects flying in them, and even the sounds around him could not be heard clearly.
"I'm the supervising censor, a direct descendant of the Yan family, Song Fuxiao doesn't dare to kill me. If he wanted to kill me, he would have taken my life with the life-reaping hook long ago … Now he keeps slapping me, proving that he doesn't dare to kill me … Song Fuxiao, come, your grandpa Xiangma is lying here waiting for you, come and kill me if you can … "
"… Cousin." Cui Xiaoxin's voice was choked with sobs, but she desperately suppressed her sadness and responded to Yan Xiangma in a cold voice, "Cousin, don't worry, for the family's reputation, for cousin's blood did not flow in vain. Xiaoxin will not go out, she will not let these villains succeed. If Xiaoxin can escape today, the Cui and Yan families will definitely take the lives of these dog slaves … "
Cui Xiaoxin knew what her cousin was worried about. He was afraid that Li Muyang would rush out because of his injuries outside.
Cui Xiaoxin grabbed Li Muyang's arm tightly, not letting him ruin the plan in a moment of agitation.
"Song Fuxiao." Li Muyang's eyes were red as he said through gritted teeth, "I must kill him."
"Hahaha …" Yan Xiangma laughed wildly. As he laughed, he spat out blood, which splashed onto his face again, causing his handsome face to look hideous and terrifying. "Sister Xiaoxin is indeed a good person, this is how it should be … Song Fuxiao, come, grandpa is lying here waiting for you … Hahaha, come and kill grandpa Yan if you can …"
"Hahaha, you coward, didn't you kill countless people? Why don't you dare to do it now? "
"A dog slave is a dog slave, no matter how obedient a dog is, it's still a dog slave … Song Fuxiao, you don't dare to kill your master, do you?"
Song Fuxiao stood motionless, his eyes vicious and filled with killing intent as he stared at Yan Xiangma lying on the ground.
He really wanted to slap him to death and twist his head off with the Life Running Hook.
But he knew in his heart that he couldn't do that.
Not only was Yan Xiangma an official official of the Yan family, but he was also a direct descendant of the Yan family, the son of Yan Bolai, and the nephew of the Cui family — — His mother, Cui Xinci, was very much loved by the old man of the Cui family. Yan Bolai now held a high position and was a military figure that the Cui family deeply relied on.
If he killed Yan Xiangma, then the marriage between the Cui and Song families would most likely be ruined.
Although the Song family was not afraid of the Cui family, but if the Song family wanted to manage the vast West Wind Kingdom, the Cui family, the Yan family, and some other family forces must be put in important positions. Otherwise, how could the Song Clan alone be able to wield the power of a nation?
However, Song Fuxiao was really unwilling to let Yan Xiangma go like this.
Yan Xiangma calling him a dog slave had touched Song Fuxiao's taboo.
Although his surname was' Song ', he was not a real member of the Song family. He was originally an orphan, but because he was deeply trusted by Old immortal Song, he was given the surname Song. No matter how capable he was, or how much he had contributed to the Song family, he was still a slave of the Song family, and could not become the master of the Song family like Song Tao and the others.
"Yan Xiangma — —"
Song Fuxiao shouted viciously. The Life Running Hook in his hand was as red as blood, dripping with crimson blood.
That was Yan Xiangma's blood.
"Grandfather is here — — Song Fuxiao, do you want to kill me? Come on, come kill Grandfather — — "Yan Xiangma was lying there, all his bones were about to fall apart, and he could not even move his fingers. However, his mouth still refused to stop, shouting like a madman, constantly provoking Song Fuxiao, so that he could not support his companions who were besieging Master Ning Xinhai. "Are you afraid?"
Song Fuxiao was so angry that he burst into laughter, the corners of his mouth curved in a mocking smile, and even his pupils had turned blood-red.
"Since you have this request, I will fulfill your wish — —"
He leaped up, raising the Life Running Hook in his hand, and was about to rip out Yan Xiangma's heart.
Swoosh — —
An arrow darted over, aiming at Song Fuxiao who was flying in mid-air.
Song Fuxiao was shocked, when he used the Life Running Hook to smash away the arrow, there were three more arrows that enveloped his body.
Song Fuxiao knew that the time to kill had passed, and had no choice but to fly away.
"Who released the arrow, come out if you have the ability." Song Fuxiao retreated to his original place and bellowed.
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