Dream Broken You Pavilion

"You dare!"

At this critical moment, there was a loud sound like a thunderbolt, and a silver light flew towards Miao He's back heart. At the same time, a long black shadow galloped towards him... …

Seeing that he was about to succeed, and reinforcements came again, Miao He was unwilling to lose the opportunity, and instead of withdrawing his outstretched left hand and turning around to save himself, he grabbed Jing'er by the front and pulled off the large black cloak with his right arm, secretly channeling his internal strength , the soft cloak turned into a shield-like barrier around him, and like a tumbling tide, it immediately wrapped up the fast-moving, shining silver sword, and threw it out with force in a rapid rotation. With a "swish" sound, he shot at the person who was flying towards him, but the person did not stop his running pace, and kicked the long sword with his leg in the air, and the long sword shot straight into the sky with a whistling sound. As a silver light beam fell rapidly in the night sky and drew a dazzling silver line, Shang Wuyang stretched out his long arm and held the sword in his palm.

Miao He took advantage of the situation and grabbed Jing'er's skirt, lifted her up and pulled her to his side, all in the blink of an eye.

Jing'er suddenly felt herself soaring from the ground, and she was almost stunned by this dragging and pulling. Now her body has no strength, and she is so anxious that she beats Miao He's arm with a pair of pink fists desperately, but every punch It was like being hit on a hard iron block, Miao He ignored it, and her struggle at the moment was almost useless except for the severe pain in her hands and wrists.

Jing'er felt that she was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, being held firmly in his palm without any power to fight back.

"Boy, you really dare to come."

Miao He's eerie deep voice pierced through the noise of the waterfall, and the sound was ear-piercing.

The young master of Xiao Yuntian, Shang Wuyang, stood ten steps away, his face was cold, the hem of his green clothes swayed wildly in the wind, just like his mood at the moment, manic and eager.

Looking at Jing'er who was held by Miao He, Shang Wuyang shot bloodthirsty anger in his eyes, and loudly reprimanded:

"If you have any grievances with me, just come to me, why make things difficult for a weak woman!"

As soon as Shang Wuyang's words fell, Miao He suddenly got luck in his palm and slapped him suddenly. Suddenly, the sharp palm wind brought up a piece of flying sand and stones, and rushed towards Shang Wuyang. The palms came out together, the two palms collided, and there was a loud "bang" immediately. Both Shang Wuyang and Miao He were shaken back two or three steps before standing still. In the hands of people, I am afraid it has been blown out long ago.

At this moment, a group of men with long swords came galloping from the forest, they were Shang Wuyang's twelve personal guards, rushed to the front of the formation and surrounded Miao He.Two of them rushed to the guard sitting on the ground and lifted him aside.

Xu Shicai used too much force just now, Miao He's injured shoulder was in severe pain, and because he was wearing black clothes in the dark night, the blood flowing out was not easy to be noticed, his red eyes narrowed slightly behind the mask, and said in a deep voice :

"Do you think you can defeat me with a large number of people?"

Shang Wuyang's face was as cold as frost, and he shouted in a deep voice: "If you let her go, this young master will let you go."

Hearing Shang Wuyang's words, Miao He laughed wildly "hahahahaha", and tilted his head towards Jing'er:

"Are you talking about her? It seems that I am not mistaken. This woman is very important to you. "

Speaking of this, a sinister and cunning light flashed from his red eyes, I don't know if he wanted to tease Shang Wuyang deliberately, or to warn him, he suddenly tightened his hands, and Jing'er was immediately strangled white The little face turned purple.

Shang Wuyang was shocked when he saw this, "No!"

Just as he was about to rush forward, he stopped abruptly, his brows were furrowed, and his Ruju eyes were fixed on Miao He and his left hand, which could end Jing'er's life at any time. He suppressed his anger and shouted in a deep voice :

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"Hey." Miao He let out a series of sinister and self-satisfied smiles, "Boy, you are sensible, it seems that you really value this woman."

When she said this, she loosened her hands slightly, and Jing'er, whose lips were purple from the suffocation, immediately dropped her feet to the ground, and suddenly coughed violently, but the front skirt was still tightly held in Miao He's hands.

Shang Wuyang frowned, he forced himself to maintain the last trace of calm, and said in a deep voice:

"She is my young master's captive. Only this young master has the right to decide her life or death. You release her first, and you come to listen to your request. This young master will consider whether it can satisfy you."

"Hahahahaha," the man in black laughed wildly: "I finally got a person who is proficient in Qimen Dunjia, can I return it to you? However, it is also possible to return it, and I will not treat you badly if I exchange it with your Xiaoyuntian You, as long as you bring your little Yuntian to submit to me and give up this Fulong Mountain, I promise you that when the time comes, I will make you a great success, what do you think of this deal?"

Miao He called himself "I" in front of them, thinking that Shang Wuyang didn't know his real identity at all, but he didn't expect that Shang Wuyang and Xiao Han had already checked out the generations of his ancestors.

Jing'er shouted loudly: "Don't trust him, don't promise him."

"shut up!"

Miao He roared ferociously, shaking Jing'er's eardrums with sharp pain, and her head buzzing.

Shang Wuyang gritted his teeth secretly, stared at Miao He coldly, and shouted loudly:

"Let go of her first. We men will fight one-on-one. If you win against me, Xiao Yuntian will naturally be slaughtered by you. What kind of hero is he who catches a woman and threatens me?"

"Hahahaha, hero? To me, a hero is nothing more than a false name. Why did I care? Only you idiots can praise those so-called 'heroes' to the sky. Even the names of these 'heroes' are probably worthless." They are all self-proclaimed by some nameless rats who think they are noble, right? It’s really a big joke in the world without knowing it, hahahahaha..."

Because of laughing too hard, Miao He suffered a painful sword wound on his shoulder. He twitched unconsciously, and his huge body swayed slightly, but he controlled himself and stood still.

But no matter how hard he tried to hide it, Shang Wuyang's keen eyes caught this moment, "Are you injured?"

Miao He glared at Shang Wuyang viciously, "So what? I'll take care of you like I do."

Shang Wuyang turned his eyes to Jing'er, seeing her anxiously winking at him, shaking her head, signaling that he must not agree, Shang Wuyang turned to stare at the gloomy eyes on Miao He's ghostly and terrifying mask, Slowly said:

"Okay, I promise... to think about it."

"Okay, but hurry up, I don't have time to waste with you!"

"But," Shang Wuyang pointed at Jing'er, "let her go first."

"No!" Miao He was obviously a little impatient, and roared without hesitation, the wound was bleeding continuously, and he clearly realized that this injury had already made him unable to expend energy here with Shang Wuyang.

The hand that Miao He was holding onto Jing'er's front quickly clasped her throat with his backhand. With his hand tightened, Jing'er suddenly felt short of breath, and unconsciously stuck out her tongue. Both hands struggled to open his hand, but He couldn't move at all, his face was flushed red and his lips were purple...

"Quickly tell me, do you want to change or not?" Miao He stared at Shang Wuyang with red eyes, pressing hard every step of the way.

Seeing that Jing'er was in danger, Shang Wuyang couldn't help himself anymore, and flew into a rage:

"Let go of her, if you hurt her even half a point, I, Xiaoyun, will definitely be at odds with you!"

Seeing that Shang Wuyang was in a hurry, Miao He let go of his hand suddenly, and Jing'er suddenly seemed to have walked through the gate of hell, breathing in the air greedily, but Miao He's ghost claw was still pinching Jing'er's slender on the neck.

Seeing him let go of Jing'er, Shang Wuyang heaved a sigh of relief, and said in a deep voice:

"Then you first say, why do you insist on asking this young master to submit to you? You must let this young master know why? Otherwise, even if this young master submits to you, he will go against you by cultivating plank roads in the dark and secretly running in the opposite direction. It's not what you want."

Hearing this, Miao He nodded: "Your words are not unreasonable, but I won't tell you anything now, if I want you to agree to me, it means unconditionally, and I will let you know in the future."

Seeing Shang Wuyang's silence, Miao He became impatient and growled:

"Don't delay the time, I don't have time to waste time with you, answer quickly, otherwise..." With a tightening of the hand, the fingernails of five fingers dug deeply into the skin of Jing'er's neck, and Jing'er's face suddenly disappeared. It turned into reddish purple.

At this moment, behind Miao He, a silver light shot straight towards his back like lightning. Due to the sound of the mountain waterfall, the man in black's attention was completely attracted by Shang Wuyang, completely unaware of the danger behind him, When he realized that the wind behind his head was too late, he suddenly grabbed Jing'er in his hand and threw it behind him. Before Jing'er had time to exclaim, a long sword shining with silver light in her eyes had already touched the tip of her nose...

The person holding the sword is Geng Yu, who originally wanted to take advantage of Shang Wuyang's dealings with Miao He, and take advantage of his unpreparedness to launch a sneak attack, but in an emergency, Miao He actually used Jing'er, a weak woman, as his shield to replace him. Blocking the sword, he suddenly turned pale with shock. It was too late to withdraw the sword at this time. In a critical moment, he suddenly took a breath, and twisted his body that was leaning forward with his waist. Rubbing Jing'er's arm and swipe past, Jing'er let out a muffled groan, blood flowed profusely from her arm, Geng Yu held a sword in one hand, and quickly hugged Jing'er's delicate body with the other, the two of them landed steadily, and then gently moved She put it on the ground, seeing blood on Jing'er's shoulder, felt guilty, and apologized again and again:

"Girl, I'm sorry."

Jing'er gritted her teeth and shouted loudly: "Geng Yu, don't let him go..."

Before the words fell, there was another scream of "Ah", and the delicate body was thrown into the air again and was dragged into the air.

It turned out that the moment Miao He threw Jing'er, she wrapped a black gold rope around Jing'er's slender waist, and now she pulled Jing'er back with a slight effort.

Seeing the man in black holding Jing'er to block the sword, Shang Wuyang was so startled that his heart almost burst, he couldn't help feeling evil, and scolded:

"Shameless thief." With a sudden stomp of his feet, he jumped up, turned over and leaped forward, with both palms out, he attacked Miao He, and the twelve guards behind him stabbed with long swords.

Jing'er was tied up by the black gold rope wrapped around her waist and couldn't get rid of it, and was dragged back and forth by the man in black, stumbling, stumbling, and suffering terribly...

Under Miao He's serious injury, he couldn't take care of a dozen people with his bare hands, and Jing'er, who was being dragged, suddenly became a burden. He couldn't use his martial arts, and he had to be restrained everywhere, so he couldn't help but feel annoyed.Out of the corner of his eye, he touched the long sword that the injured guard had planted on the grass, and when he rolled his eyes, he saw that the long sword in Shang Wuyang's hand was about to hit his chest, and he flicked the black gold rope with his wrist, Jing'er's petite body was thrown towards the point of the stabbing sword. Taking advantage of Shang Wuyang's panic withdrew his sword and reached out to save Jing'er, he turned around and leaped "flying" for more than ten feet, and rolled on the ground. Under the coercion of it, it looked like a rolling black ball, and then turned around and drew out the long sword.

With the long sword in his hand, Miao He suddenly became arrogance. With a move of autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, a circle of silver cold light danced around his body, and immediately pushed back the swords that the guards attacked. Throwing the sword out of his hand, a gloomy and cold light shot out in the air and shot straight towards Jing'er's back heart...

Besides, Shang Wuyang saw that the long sword was about to pierce Miao He's chest. At the critical moment when he was about to succeed, Miao He threw Jing'er over to block the sword for him. About to pounce on the tip of his sword, Shang Wuyang turned pale with fright and withdrew his sword abruptly in a panic. He stretched out his arms and hugged Jing'er's body. The momentum of rushing forward caused Jing'er's body to collide with Shang Wuyang, and Shang Wuyang stepped back a few steps, hugging Jing'er tightly to stabilize his figure.

Jing'er was thrown by Miao He's infusion of internal energy, and then collided with Shang Wuyang heavily, and passed out in Shang Wuyang's arms.At this moment of lightning and flint, the long sword that suddenly came from behind was only a few inches away from the back of Jing'er's heart. Before Shang Wuyang had time to retreat, he twisted his body abruptly, and abruptly met her with his back. go up...

"careful!"

Geng Yu exclaimed, it was too late to save him, he was quick to use his wits, and threw the long sword in his hand towards the sword, but it was too late, with a sound of "poof", the tip of the sword still penetrated into Shang Wuyang's back back......

The guards exclaimed, "Young master, young master..."

This is what Miao He wanted. When everyone panicked, he swung his palm towards the guards in front of him, broke through the encirclement, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At this time, Geng Yu had already rushed forward and hugged the crumbling Shang Wuyang tightly, several guards were going to chase Miao He, Geng Yu shouted:

"The poor don't chase after you, the young master is important."

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