The Strongest Sect of All Times

Night is coming.

Qiao Qiao sat under the roof and dazed.

“Girl. ”

Uncle Guo walked over and said, “What are you thinking? ”

“No, nothing. ”

“You've been in Little Cold Village for several years. Uncle can tell, you're always pretending. ”

“I…”

“Girl, do you know Wanguzong's second disciple? Ask your uncle for information every time you go out.” Uncle Guo took it seriously.

Qiao Qiao lowered her head and said: "I knew her once. ”

This answer was no surprise to Uncle Guo. “This is something that ordinary people can't climb up to. Just forget about it and don't make it hard on yourself. ”

Qiaoqiao's sister lost her temper: “I came from Southwest Yangzhou to Northeast Luzhou just to forget him, but even though the weather is cold here, it's hard to cool off the thought. ”

“Goo doo. ”

Uncle Guo drank a sip of spirits and said darkly: “Uncle can understand you, because he also had a girl who he admired when he was younger. He has better talent than me. He is in a higher situation than me, and can only look as far away as a fool. ”

Qiao Qiao was stunned.

"'It's been a long time,' said Uncle Guo. ”

“Forgot after a long time?” Qiao Qiao muttered, "Uncle Guo, I understand. ”

Uncle Guo got up and left.

Qiao Qiao sat under the roof thinking for a long time, and then took out a yellow crane of paper. "Brother Qingyang, may you become the strong man of the heavens and the earth. ”

“Whoo!”

A gust of wind.

Thousand paper cranes flew out of hand to the sky.

Qiaoqiao looked up and watched as it gradually disappeared into the night. Her heart ached: "From today on, all thoughts will be cut off. ”

……

Outside the village.

Thousand paper cranes drifted down.

Li Qingyang caught it with his palm and lost it. “Did she just want to rip it off? ”

“Mmm.”

Grand Sun Ho Haido.

Li Qingyang put a thousand paper cranes into the space ring and turned around and said: “Let's go. ”

“Go?”

Sun Hao's face was stunned.

He could see that Li Qingyang had always noticed the girl named Qiao Qiao in the dark. The two must have an extraordinary relationship.

I rushed here from Southwestern Yangzhou. If I don't go out to meet you, I'm in a hurry to leave?

“Are you really leaving? ”

“Mmm.”

“Okay.”

“Brush! Brush! ”

The two disappeared outside the village.

Qiao Qiao, who has returned to the room, seems to have noticed something. She subconsciously looked out of the village at where Li Qingyang had previously stood. "Is something leaving, a wildcat? ”

……

“Step! Step! Step”

Suddenly, the horseshoe sounded in the night, breaking the calm of Xiao Cold Village, alarming Uncle Guo and others who were already asleep.

“Bad!”

“Here comes the bandit! ”

The messy sound sounds are completely empty.

The village suddenly killed a bunch of disgraced men in black riding the tall horses.

They are perennial bandits from Northeastern Luzhou, because recently the prestigious sect shrank in the sect and dare not come out easily, beginning to commit unscrupulous acts.

Uncle Guo rushed out of the house with a long gun.

As the only military repair in Little Cold Village, he is also the chief of the security force responsible for the entire village.

“Fuck you! ”

The bandit's leader kicked Uncle Guo out as soon as he got off his horse and ordered his men to start scraping property and food.

“Uncle Guo! ”

Qiao Qiao saw Uncle Guo spitting blood on the floor and rushed over from the room.

“Huh?”

The bandit leader was surprised: “This poor countryside, there are also good looking girls, someone to arrest me and take me back to the mountains to be Lady Zizhai. ”

“Yes!”

Several fierce bandits rushed in with swords.

“Girl...” Uncle Guo tried to stand up and pushed Qiao Qiao behind her. "Go! ”

“I can't walk! ”

A bandit chased after him.

“Whoo!”

Uncle Guo put a thin spirit into the long gun and swept it across. However, he was easily evaded by the other party and stabbed with a sword.

“Pfft! ”

Cold swords pass through the chest and blood splashes on the snow.

“Uncle Guo! ”

Qiao Qiao, who stabilized herself, saw Uncle Guo penetrated by the sword and lost his face and yelled.

Occasionally, the villagers were also thrown out and saw the only martial arts in the village severely damaged, rising in despair.

“The guy in the way! ”

The bandit drew his sword, kicked Uncle Guo out and walked towards Qiaoqiao.

“Boom!”

The stone flew over and hit him in the head.

The 10-year-old picked up another little rock and held it in his hand, staring into his eyes: "Don't hurt Qiao! ”

The bandit turned around, walked over with a bloody sword, grabbed the little guy, lifted him up high, and murdered him. “You're looking for death, you little brat! ”

Even though the child is tied up, he shouted, “Qiaoqiao, run! ”

“Run?”

The leader of the bandit shouted coldly, “It's no use running to the corner of the sky for a woman I've seen! ”

By then, several other bandits had approached Qiao Qiao.

“You... stay back! ”

Qiaoqiao stepped back in panic until she reached the corner of the wall and there was no way back.

“Boss. ”

The second leader of the bandit took someone out of the villagers' room and shouted, “This village is so fucking poor, don't talk about silver bills, it doesn't even have anything of value. ”

“The old rules. ”

The bandit leader ordered: "Burn a fire. ”

“Where are these people? ”

“Women and children took away, the others all killed. ”

“Okay. ”

Second Master waved hastily.

The bandits threw the torch out of their hands and walked with their swords to the villagers who were trembling in Gunther.

“Whoo!”

A strong wind is blowing.

The torch that was about to come into contact with the house was extinguished.

“Hmm?”

The bandit who was preparing to commit the crime blew the wind in the direction, suddenly the sword flashed in front of him.

“Pfft! Boom!”

Blood splashes, heads flying.

The leader of the bandit and the second head of the family are about to stare!

The bandits who were about to capture Qiaoqiao were set in place at this moment, and an invisible pressure made it difficult for them to move.

People can't move, but they think.

Strong breath of death, instant diffusion of mind.

These bandits are cultivated, but their instincts are accurate, because a sword god has never been able to scratch his neck before, directly harvesting his life mercilessly.

Soon after this scene, as Cesar's trembling villagers calmed down, they discovered that more than a dozen bandits around them had lost their heads and the blood stained the snow!

The images are scary.

Scared the children to look.

Sister Qiao tried to raise her head and saw a man standing in front of her with a red cape. The sword in his hand was stained with blood and dropped down along the tip of the sword.

Although she turned her back on herself, she could not see the front, but made her more familiar, so she couldn't help but say: "Brother Qingyang! ”

The sudden appearance of a silent man walked one step to the head of the bandit bound by the power, and then put his sword around his neck, Cold Morn said: "Forgive the sins of heaven, but do not live by your own sins. ”

This sound…

It's him. It's really him!

Qiao Qiao covered her mouth, tears suddenly came down.

“Good man, don't... don't...”

“Pfft! ”

The sword flashed, the head of the bandit flew out and fell into the snow, and that face was forever set in terror.

The tied second head saw the boss die like this, his eye-catching fear grew stronger, and then after the sword paddled, his neck elsewhere went to dinner.

Bandits were all killed.

The crisis in Little Cold Village is over.

The man in the robe washes the blood of his sword and spills his sword into the sheath.

He was going to leave, but Qiaoqiao tried to get up and said, "Qingyang, is that you? ”