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Xie Qingrong's brows flashed with dense killing intent, she interrupted their discussion with a cold voice, "Insects have arrived, you all still have the mood to discuss about this."

Zhangsun Wenxuan raised his eyebrow, and laughed: "A few small worms, are they even worth mentioning?"

The corner of Xie Qingrong's mouth hooked up into an extremely cold smile, like the frost that had yet to melt on a snowy mountain. "Since that's the case, I'll leave it to you."

Zhangsun Wenxuan's eyebrows instantly stiffened, and quickly relaxed, revealing a gentle smile: Don't worry, against these few bugs, it's more than enough.

"Phew –" Xie Qingrong instantly reined the horse, and it stopped after a few steps.

Seeing that, Xuanyuan Chen could only look at Xie Qingrong with a pampered and tolerant gaze, and also stood at the same place as Xie Qingrong.

Zhangsun Wenxuan pulled out his sword from the horse's back and lightly tiptoed around on the horse's back, flying towards the four black-clothed men not far away.

The longsword was sent flying against the wind.

Zhangsun Wenxuan was dressed in white, and the wind was blowing his sleeves, making his clothes flutter and flutter. The two strands of black hair around his ears flew in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, the sharp blade pierced the neck of one of the men in black. The bright red blood on his neck splattered in the air.

The remaining three men in black surrounded him. For a moment, the fight was too intense to bear.

And Xie Qingrong, Xuanyuan Chen, and Lin Mu were riding their horses to admire Zhangsun Wenxuan's heroic bearing.

"Cousin Zhangsun's martial arts are quite good." Xie Qingrong praised her generously, as if she was not the one who gave the task of killing the black-clothed man to Zhangsun Wenxuan.

Lin Mu glanced at Xie Qingrong and retracted her gaze, continuing to observe the fight between Zhangsun Wenxuan and the black clothed man.

Xuanyuan Chen explained with a faint smile, "Zhangsun Wenxuan Master is Feng Juechen. Feng Juechen is the number one swordsman in the world. Feng Juechen only took in one disciple in his entire life. I don't know what kind of great luck he got to be able to make that first swordsman take him in as a disciple. "

Hearing that, Xie Qingrong was a little surprised, she placed her gaze on Zhangsun Wenxuan's sword technique.

Indeed, Zhangsun Wenxuan's sword techniques were rarely seen as sharp, and with every turn of his movement, he could feel the sharp Sword Qi, if he was touched by the Sword Qi, there would definitely be a cut.

One could tell just by looking at the black clothed people covered in bloodstains.

These men in black could only last ten breaths at most.

As expected, before the ten breaths had even passed, the black-clothed men had already fallen.

Zhangsun Wenxuan held his sword and stood at his original position, the sword blade was covered in blood, dripping down from the sword tip one by one and entering the grass, disappearing without a trace.

He took out a piece of kernels that he felt, wiped off the blood on the sword, and then threw it at the kernels.

Xie Qingrong clapped her hands, and clapped for Zhangsun Wenxuan. She had always held a respectful attitude towards experts.

"This sword-art of yours has truly reached the acme of perfection." Xie Qingrong praised.

Hearing this, Zhangsun Wenxuan was not satisfied, he only smiled, and like a clear rain, he stood out from the masses. "Princess, you flatter me. I only know a little of the sword arts. It's not worth mentioning."

Xie Qingrong curled her lips, and did not say another word.

Xuanyuan Chen laughed indifferently: "Wen Xuan's sword arts has improved greatly compared to before. I wonder if This King's sword techniques have regressed. "

Zhangsun Wenxuan replied: "The prince's sword arts are the best in the world, I am just an insignificant skill."

Lin Mu was just about to say something when he was interrupted by Xie Qingrong, "The second batch is here."

Xie Qingrong untied the violet-gold whip from her waist and revealed an ice-cold smile. Her deep eyes contained a dense killing intent.

About forty to fifty men in black rushed over.

The four men in black in front were only here to scout, the real battlefield was the man in black behind them.

Xie Qingrong, Xuanyuan Chen, Lin Mu and the rest of Zhangsun Wenxuan's backs was facing a group of black-clothed people surrounding them.

The imposing crossbow was unsheathed and the scene was about to happen.

The surroundings were completely silent, leaving an invisible undercurrent surging forth.

The black-clothed man opposite Xuanyuan Chen threw a copper coin into the air, and it silently fell to the ground.

The moment they touched the ground, all the black-clothed men moved.

The violet-gold whip in Xie Qingrong's hand was also forcefully swung out, the whip wrapped around the black clothed man's waist and flung him into the air. When she landed on the ground, Xuanyuan Chen's sword had pierced into the black clothed man's throat.

Xie Qingrong pursed her lips, looked at Xuanyuan Chen, and continued to rush towards the battlefield.

In a short period of time, Xuanyuan Chen and the rest were surrounded by the black clothed men, unable to find an opening to break through.

Xie Qingrong shook the violet-gold whip, as if she felt that the violet-gold whip was too cumbersome, and immediately retrieved it. Holding the whip in her left hand, the right wrist lightly shook, and three long blades instantly extended out of the sleeve arrow's body.

The instant his wrist turned, he took the life of one of the men in black.

Everywhere Xie Qingrong went, there were corpses and blood everywhere.

The dense stench of blood permeated the air. Xie Qingrong's blade slashed the last one, the man in black who was fighting with her, entered Xuanyuan Chen's encirclement without even catching his breath.

His cold and deep eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that he was about to kill.

Xie Qingrong and Xuanyuan Chen had a tacit understanding in the base of cliff, and killed all of the killing intent that had been laid in ambush at the bottom of the cliff.

The two's teamwork was very tacit and seamless.

After a while, as Zhangsun Wenxuan's sword tip pierced towards the throat of the last black-clothed man, the unilateral massacre finally came to an end.

"It's over." The killing intent in Xie Qingrong's eyes gradually dissipated, the sword edge of the sleeve arrow on her right wrist was also withdrawn, she tied the violet-gold whip around her waist and climbed onto her horse.

"Do we need to clean this place up?" Zhangsun Wenxuan placed the sword back into the sword sheath and asked.

Xuanyuan Chen curled his lips, and faintly smiled, "There's no need, someone else will handle this. Black Turtle and the others are probably too impatient.

Hearing that, Zhangsun Wenxuan did not care about the corpses on the ground anymore, and nodded his head.

"Giddy--" The four of them set off again.

As expected, not long after, a middle-aged man in casual clothes, along with some muscular men who looked like regular humans, carried the corpses on the ground to another place.

The clumps of grass that were stained with blood were all cleaned up. It was as if nothing had happened here; it was exactly the same as before.

Along the way, Zhangsun Wenxuan couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "How did Your Highness know that someone would clean up the area? In that case, does Your Highness know who was cleaning up the place? "

Xuanyuan Chen explained with a smile, "Wen Xuan, do you remember what Lu Shouyi had said at the entrance of Nanping City City?"

Hearing that, Zhangsun Wenxuan nodded, and said: "Of course I remember. But what does this have to do with Master Lu? " After pausing for a moment, he seemed to have thought of something and quickly asked, "Could it be that you mean …?"