v6 Chapter 12： Painted face

Many things in the world are accidental, but many things that seem to be accidental are inevitable.

Changling countryside.

As the carriage on the road progressed, a quietly standing beside the roadside cabin, a swordsman wearing a yellow robe became more excited and his breathing gradually increased.

His attention and perception were not in the carriage, but the driver who drove in the carriage.

He knew that the coachman was wearing the yellow robe like him, and if there was no such thing as a sudden departure, he would not be able to wear such a yellow robe and walk in the palace of Changling.

After the Queen came to Changling from Jiaodong County, the man had been following the Queen. He did not understand why the other party suddenly betrayed the Queen and left. He only knew that the other side was far more experienced than himself and knew more.

So much has been traced a lot, but there is always no news, can not trace the whereabouts of the other.

To this day, this talent has revealed some flaws and was finally determined to go.

Knowing too many secrets that should not be known, the end result is only death.

The yellow robes, who also came from Jiaodong County, did not have any sympathy for the predecessor. He did not want to have any dialogue with the other party. He only wanted to confirm the identity of the other party and then kill the other party with the quickest and cleanest means.

To confirm the identity of the other party, it is not necessary to confirm when the other party is alive.

So when it was determined that the person on the carriage could not escape, he breathed freely, and a small sword hidden in his sleeve became a bright flame, from above. Wear through the holes in the roof.

This bright Jianguang did not directly hit the driver on the carriage, just a signal.

In the winter forest on both sides of the road, the frost is great, and the two flying swords, which are obviously stronger than the sword of the yellow robe, are red and white, and they fall to the coachman on the carriage.

The two running horses in front of the carriage felt the threat of death, the screaming of the madness, the four hooves fluttering, but they were stunned by the tremendous strength from the front of the car. They stopped at the local area, and the four hooves were as plain as they were. Spray-like dirt.

In the space around the coachman on the front of the car, the time seemed to be stagnant. The speed of the flying sword with the killing of the air raid made the driver's action on the carriage look like slow motion.

In the face of this red and white two small swords, the driver only made a very simple movement.

He took out a small brass mirror from his arms and then invigorated the real element, pouring it into the mysterious runes on the brass mirror.

In the next moment, the brass mirrors made countless tiny sounds like small fish diving. Numerous red-yellow light like a crescent moon bloomed from the small brass mirror, gently supporting the two small swords. Then the two small swords that were murdered were completely banned.

The two small swords were suspended outside the driver, and they could not enter if they were trembled.

The yellow robe swordsman in the hut walked up the road and looked at the two flying swords that were trapped, but there was no shocking look on the face.

It’s not surprising that the other party has followed the empress for a long time. It’s not surprising that these two little swords are only tied to each other’s footsteps. The only way to kill each other is to have a stronger practitioner. He just has to be present. See for yourself the process of killing each other.

His gaze naturally looked to the winter forest on the left.

A swordsman there is fighting hard, trying to recapture the flying sword that he is tied to. The whole winter forest is constantly shaking, and countless dead branches are broken. Even the dead leaves on the ground are shaken up, like a stock. Like a fountain, it is sprayed from among the trees in the forest.

The figure of a woman suddenly appeared with countless dead leaves.

Walking among the top practitioners in Changling, there are very few women. However, as long as they are women, they are often terrible.

The woman who appeared at this time was Pan Ruoyi, the owner of Weiyang Palace in the Changling Hougong.

Pan Ruoye saw the coach on the carriage and saw dozens of dead leaves flying up, suddenly accelerating to burn directly in the air, turning into a line of fire.

These fire lines did not fall directly to the coach on the carriage, but sprinkled to the surrounding world, directly cutting off the contact between the small mirror and the surrounding heaven and earth.

The brass mirror is suddenly dim.

The two small swords began to move forward.

Within such a short distance, no practitioner can afford to dodge the sword of the flying sword.

The life of this driver is the end of his life.

However, at this time, a sigh of breath suddenly fell on this road.

Pan Ruoye's breathing suddenly, his eyes suddenly widened, his face was an incredible look.

Those fire lines suddenly went out.

The brass mirror reappeared and the two swords that began to accelerate again hovered in the air.

What a swordsman sensed, fluttering forward.

However, a palm is not many times faster than his figure, and it seems to be softly pressed on him.

The bang banged.

The swordsman burst into tears without feeling pain.

A piece of broken bones flew out.

On the opposite side of the winter forest, the swordsman just felt the sigh of breath close, and the broken bones had already penetrated from the middle of his double eyebrows, and flew out with a blood from the back of the skull.

The body of the yellow robes on the road trembled fiercely.

In his subconscious mind, even the Hengshan Xuhou, which is known as the Patriarch of Daqin, is not likely to have such a strong atmosphere. The most crucial thing is that... it is impossible to be so powerful!

His pupil contracted fiercely, and with the gust of wind, it was still a woman reflected in his pupil!

This is a middle-aged woman wearing an ordinary robe. The two scars on her face are shocking, making her feel like wearing a mask.

"who are you!"

He screamed.

"Master?"

Pan Ruoye turned and watched the name suddenly appear. In one fell swoop, he killed two middle-aged women with powerful swordsmen, an incomprehensible look.

"Master?"

The yellow robe practitioner opened his mouth and he couldn't help but say something more, but at the moment he had just opened his mouth, a violent breath had already fallen into his mouth.

His head was like a ripe watermelon that was knocked out and burst directly.

"Master, why is this?"

Pan Ruoyi couldn't understand why the master who had been retiring suddenly appeared here, and couldn't understand why she would use this violent means to directly kill the practitioners present.

The woman with a scar on her face did not answer her question first, but looked at the two horses who were still irritated.

The two horses suddenly became stiff, and then they broke into countless pieces of flesh and blood.

"You said that you want to tell me what happened in the past, about the person who spent the night on me."

The middle-aged woman still didn't answer her question. She just turned to the driver on the front of the car. She said slowly and violently: "What do you want to say?"

Pan Ruoye’s breathing was once again.

Many people in Changling have forgotten this middle-aged woman and have forgotten a very famous thing at Changling.

But of course she knows the identity of this middle-aged woman and knows who she used to spend on her face.

The coachman wrapped in violent breath raised his head and put away the small mirror.

He knew that the middle-aged woman had been retreating for many years, but the mood at the moment was probably more arrogant than that of the year, so he did not have any nonsense, saying: "The man who spent your face in that year was because Zheng sleeves provoked."