windy cold

Chapter 73

Xiao Wuhen glanced at him with black eyes, and said nothing, but it meant please let him go.

The children of the Xiao family expressed their dissatisfaction, the patriarch's body was still alive here, how could he allow the murderer to leave?

However, their young master didn't even draw out the knife from the beginning to the end, let alone pay attention to their noise, and even turned sideways to give way.

Lu Jianglin nodded his thanks, took over the dejected Lu Wanfeng from the Xiao family, and led him out of the ancestral hall.

But as soon as he took two steps, he heard a sonorous cry from the side.

"I want to take my brother away, but have you ever asked me if I agree?"

When the moon was in the sky, a slender figure stood tall on the courtyard wall, overlooking the noisy crowd at his feet. With the moonlight behind his back, he couldn't see his face clearly, and the hazy moonlight formed a vain light and shadow around him.

Lu Wanfeng's spirit was shaken, and then he felt a little disappointed.

It's Chi Xiaohan...

Xiao Wuhen changed his expressionless expression just now, his expression became colder, and he said: "Get out."

Chi Xiaohan trembled almost invisibly, pretending he didn't hear him, he shook his Floating Clouds and Treading Waves in a handsome pose.

Fortunately, his mask has not been removed, and he seldom shows off his three-legged cat kung fu in Xuanmen gatherings. Everyone knows that it is the weapon of the young master of the Chi family, but most people will only sigh when it is really in front of them. Where did this fan come from, it's so flamboyant.

But now he is facing a group of people from the Xiao family, as well as his sister Chi Zhen. If others don't recognize him, how can his sister not see it?

Busy to see Chi Zhen, she didn't know if she was seriously injured or what, she had closed her eyes and passed out.

Lu Wanfeng lifted it and let it go, let it go and raised it again, and shouted at him, "Why are you here, go away!"

Chi Xiaohan ignored it, but said dissatisfiedly: "You haven't told me many things, I'm too lazy to ask and I know there's no need to ask, but if I didn't find you sneaking out tonight, I wouldn't know that you hid such a big thing !"

Lu Wanfeng had a terrible headache. He really didn't want to involve him in this matter at all, so he was able to hide it from time to time, but his good brother was stunned, and he didn't know whether to be touched or scold him.

Someone who had seen them enter the mansion together recognized him and pointed at him and shouted, "That man is Lu Wanfeng's accomplice!"

There was another commotion among the crowd, Chi Xiaohan held the fan head and waved it, the golden fan surface just brushed lightly, a gust of wind was blown up, flying sand and rocks quickly fascinated people's eyes, and hit people's faces sharply and painfully.

Lu Wanfeng couldn't open his eyes at all, his hands were pinched to death by his brother, and he couldn't even cover his eyes.

Feeling a sudden movement on his wrist, a sharp air knife brushed against his back-sheared hands, and Lu Jianglin had no choice but to let go of the shackles on him to escape.

"Run!" Chi Xiaohan's eager voice came from the whistling wind.

There was no chance, Lu Wanfeng didn't hesitate for a moment, he kicked the ground with all his strength, and a palm pierced through the air from behind, he vomited blood, felt the cold air invaded his body and rushed straight to the sky, it was very difficult to drag his heavy body Holding back, against the gust of wind, he swept towards the direction of leaving the mansion in his impression.

Xiaohan, thank you.

Then... be careful!

Chi Xiaohan reluctantly stopped his hand.

Because Lu Wanfeng fled just now, Lu Jianglin saw helplessly that he was powerless to stop him, so he turned and stabbed in anger.

So a large slit was cut on the sleeve of the good material, and a slit was opened on the forearm. Fortunately, he was wearing dark clothes today, so he couldn't see the clue in the night.

Everyone was relieved from the strong wind, but Lu Wanfeng could not be found, so they all looked angrily at the guy shaking the golden fan on the wall, and cursed: "Fan! It's from the Chi family! Your patriarch was beaten like this. It turns out there is an inner ghost!"

It was only then that Chi Xiaohan saw his sister lying unconscious on the ground, and he denied it for a moment, "It can't be that Wanfeng did it."

"You guys, speak for him!"

Chi Xiaohan became angry, he slapped his fan, and retorted: "Aren't you also in the same group! Don't listen to explanations!"

The person who was attacked easily dodged, and continued: "What Patriarch Chi said himself, can there be a lie!?"

Isn't that what my sister said?

After a brief moment of surprise, he still had some doubts. On the one hand, he looked at his biological sister who had grown up, and on the other hand, his brother who had worn pants for more than ten years. When two hard rocks that had stood in his heart for many years collided, a short No one can tell the winner in time.

"My sister, she..."

"enough!"

A loud thunder on the ground interrupted all the commotion, Xiao Wuhen's complexion was as frosty as winter, and he raised his knife like a god of death in the night.

Dozens of people had already gathered under the wall, and they all gave way to Xiao Wuhen at this time, their eyes followed their young master's movement, only waiting for the young master's order to kill the enemy with their hands.

Until he stopped at Chi Xiaohan's feet.

The coldness grew, and at that moment, Chi Xiaohan felt that the other party might really want to kill him.

They leaned up and looked at each other, Chi Xiaohan tried his best not to be defeated in the match, and soon his temples were covered with sweat.

What should I do, is there still time to run now?

Xiao Wuhen tiptoed and flew to stand with him.

Chi Xiaohan worked hard for a long time, and then he lost all energy. He had no alcohol, and he was courageous for only two seconds. He was so scared that he forgot to run away.

Now I am on the side of the opponent who kills the father and the enemy, and it is comparable to killing the father and the enemy himself. I am dead and dead...

He shrank his head and closed his eyes, waiting for the cold-blooded knife that was about to be chopped off in the next second.

But when he raised the knife and fell, it wasn't him who hit him, but the children of the Xiao family surrounded by the wall.

Chi Xiaohan opened his eyes in a daze, looked at the people lying down together, and then at Xiao Wuhen, who was close at hand, familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar.

"Little Lord!?"

The few who were close were cut open by the knife, and the rest were forced to take a few steps back, looking in disbelief at the young master who had turned against him.

However, their young master didn't even look at it, he pulled the guy who was huddled into a ball, and was about to leave with the touch of his hand.

"and many more!"

The sword energy pierced the night sky, and there was a groaning sound. Lu Jianglin took two steps forward, and Runyu pointed at Chi Xiaohan's shoulder blade, and was blocked by a knife.

The courtyard reverberated for a long time, and the cold-blooded long knife met the edge of the Runyu long sword, rubbing off a bright white light.

Lu Jianglin did not back down, and shouted loudly: "Are you going to stand with them and be a traitor to the entire Xuan clan?"

Xiao Wuhen blocked the person behind him, the frost between his brows almost condensed into a cold ridge, and there was a looming chill floating under his expressionless face, "I have never been a disciple of any sect."

Startled, Lu Jianglin immediately turned his wrist and cut against the knife, cutting towards his arm.

But his plan failed, Xiao Wuhen's tyrannical brute force pushed Runyu to the side with the blade of the knife, and pushed him back with the sword.

Xiao Wuhen stood holding the knife indifferently, the cold-blooded blade on the hazy surface could not even give half a bright color to the moonlight, it was as dark as a helmet shell formed by coagulating countless blood, exuding a strong coolness and killing intent.

Lu Jianglin stabilized his body only after reaching the ground with his sword tip, and his sullen expression grew stronger. The peace and friendship that had been maintained for many years burst into cracks. Catch them! The sinner Lu Er has escaped, and no one can be let go!"

All the people present were shocked by what happened tonight. Patriarch Xiao died, Patriarch Chi was sentenced to death, Patriarch Chi was seriously injured, and all the dragons had no leader. The only one who has status and can command the overall situation is Lu Patriarch's son!

Under his roar, the disciples of the Xiao family rose up angrily, regardless of whether they were seriously injured or not, they all fought again.

"Seize Lu Er's accomplice! Seize the condemned criminal!"

Everyone shouted in unison, the shock was towering, and they became a terrifying and deterrent force for a while.

There was no fluctuation on Xiao Wuhen's face, the long knife took up a fighting posture, and he turned his head to Chi Xiaohan and said, "Can you still fight?"

"No problem!" Chi Xiaohan hurriedly agreed, and in desperation, he had already opened Floating Clouds and Treading Waves, but he trembled slightly due to the pain in his forearm and forearm because of the wide range.

Xiao Wuhen caught a glimpse, grabbed his hand, and touched a large piece of wet and hot cloth, his eyes gradually darkened, "What's going on?"

Chi Xiaohan was not as calm as he was, and had no time to think too much, so he hurriedly replied: "I was slashed by Brother Lu just now."

Now that the situation was pressing, he was too busy trying to figure out a way to deal with it, and habitually did not change his words. He had no time to remember that Big Brother Lu was going to kill him twice.

The temperature in the desert at night dropped sharply, and the cold air condensed on the cold-blooded long knife, and also condensed on the knife-like face of the long knife's owner.

Xiao Wuhen embraced him, pressed him tightly to his side, and used the stance of one enemy against one hundred, concentrating on dealing with the scrambling swords.

Chi Xiaohan was protected by him, he didn't react for a while, he forgot to fear and forgot to struggle, and saw that he was dealing with the enemy with one hand, not clever enough but more than brute force, taking advantage of the narrow wall and ground to force back wave after wave of people.

what happened?Not only did he not kill me for revenge, but he saved me?

Even against the Xiao family, no, the entire Xuan family?

What the hell is this guy thinking...

It would be no problem for Xiao Wuhen to fight ten with one, but now he not only can only use one hand, but also protects the guy in his arms at all times, and Lu Jianglin joins the battle, even if he can handle it now, he can support it. How long is unknown.

He knew it in his heart, but he still resisted without changing his face.

The Xiao family was in turmoil tonight, the Patriarch of the Xiao family died, the young master rebelled, countless bewildered children of the Xiao family mixed hatred and anger, and fought back heavily against their previous beliefs.

Be sure to catch them all!Don't let it go, even if it's maimed or killed!

A few strokes came and went, and the sky was darkened, but it took only a moment, and a thick piano sound was added in the melee, interrupting the chaotic battlefield.

Qin Chuhan was standing floatingly on the eaves of the roof of the main house, his snow-white robe was like the whistling snow on a winter night, cool and thin, no one noticed when he came, but he was suppressed by the hammer-like sound To see him.

I saw him holding Li Mengqin with his left arm, pressing the strings with his slender fingers, suppressing the long end note, Mo Wangjian was sheathed on his back, Shen Ran looked at Chi Xiaohan who was hiding in a mess, with a cloudy expression on his face Can't tell.

The people in the courtyard didn't seem to exist in his eyes, and he only opened his thin lips lightly, like a ghost in the empty valley, and asked in a cool voice: "Where is he?"