Chapter 8

Yànling ran away desperately.

The strong wind came from behind, and accompanied by a strong premonition of danger, his face changed. He almost rolled away without thinking.

A few whooshing sounds.

Several powerful arrows shot into the direction he had just rolled past.

Yàn Ling burst into a cold sweat.

If he had slowed down one or two points just now, these arrows would have penetrated his body without mercy.

He ran away desperately, but in the end he could not escape the group of Sand Wolf tribe members behind him before arriving at Yinxia Palace.

The enemy is only dozens of feet away from him now. The most terrifying thing is that the Sand Wolf tribe's people are good at shooting, and they can accurately hit their opponents from a hundred steps away.

As the distance between the two sides was narrowed to within range, Yànling's escape route had been greatly compressed.

If he had not traveled through the flat loess plain and entered the dense forest at the foot of the Black Mountain where Yin Xia Xing Palace was located, and the dense tree canopy blocked waves of arrow rain for Yàn's tomb, he would have been shot into a hedgehog long ago.

Endless fatigue came towards Yànling.

He gasped violently, and every time the air inhaled in his throat was as hot as a flame.

His chest was undulating rapidly, and his legs were as heavy as lead, almost unable to get up.

Yàn Ling knew that this was a sign that his physical fitness had reached its limit.

But he had no way to stop. Once he stopped, he would definitely end up being worse than death.

The people of the Sand Wolf tribe seemed to know that he had extraordinary sword skills. The other party could easily catch up with him, but he cunningly was not close to him at a distance of 10 or 20 feet away, and just fired a cold arrow from behind.

Yàn Ling knew that the other party wanted to use this method to exhaust his physical strength, but he had no way to break the deadlock except for running away desperately.

With a whoosh.

When Yàn Ling was once again dangerous and the last time he avoided an arrow shot, he accidentally tripped up by a stone buried in the dead leaves and mud.

He finally fell straight into the woodland covered with yellow and fallen leaves.

Yànling's whole body was sore and his throat was burning like a flame breathing, and he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

This fall finally made his condensed will completely disintegrate and he could never get up again.

Behind him, the group of Sand Wolf clan warriors shouted excitedly.

The sound of horse hooves became closer and closer.

Yàn Ling said in his heart, it’s over!

This time, my ambitions have not been fulfilled, so I am going to be here.

Yànling was unspeakable in his heart!

My father was unaware of his life and death and his whereabouts were unknown. The family behind him was also afraid that bad luck would come, but he was powerless.

The biggest unwillingness in his heart was that at the last moment of his death, he could not even meet his childhood sweetheart Qi Xiangjun, the most beloved fiancée since childhood.

He is really unwilling to give up.

Is all this really going to end?

The sharp sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the front.

Woo... A majestic horn sounded in Yànling's ears.

Yàn Ling, whose body was sore and soft, raised her head hard and looked forward to the front of the dense forest.

He saw seven or eight mighty black figures appear in front of him.

The group of Sand Wolf Warriors who were originally shouting excitedly suddenly had a loud hooves. Yànling heard them shouting something in horror.

Then there was a rumbling sound. The group of Sand Wolf people who were chasing for dozens of miles of Yiànling seemed to suddenly encounter something even more terrifying, retreating faster than before.

It takes almost a few breaths to retreat completely.

Yànling struggled to support his body.

A cavalry of seven or eight people, wearing heavy armor, rushed into the dense forest at a whirlwind speed.

This group of heavy armored cavalrymen were all wearing black armor and were as powerful as clouds.

When he saw Yànling, the leader put out a spear and immediately crossed the crowd and rushed straight to Yànling with murderous intent.

This group of black-armored cavalry suddenly appeared without any intention of giving anyone a chance to explain.

As soon as they met, they revealed their intention to kill the invader.

Yàn Ling's face immediately changed drastically, and his heart was terrified.

At this moment, he was even able to support his body, and he had no extra strength to fight against the group of heavy armored cavalry in front of him who seemed to be more experienced.

The cavalry had rushed to the front of Yànling, raised the spear in his hand high, and was about to stab at Yànling's head.

At this moment of life and death, a light suddenly flashed through Yànling's mind.

etc!

He shouted.

Suddenly, he quickly took out a bamboo slip from his arms and raised it high.

I ask to meet Lord Sword Saint!

The moment Yàn Ling raised the bamboo slips high, the cavalry with a deep face in the black helmet suddenly struggled to pull the reins.

The black war horse under his crotch neighed, and his strong front legs went high into the air, and they stopped the rushing momentum.

The other six or seven cavalry behind him quickly surrounded him.

The cavalry led by the leader immediately jumped off the horse and took over the bamboo slips from Yànling's hand.

He looked carefully for a while, then looked back and forth on Yàn Ling with a strange look, and finally he respectfully presented the bamboo slips to Yàn Ling with both hands.

plz follow me.

The cavalry said to Yànling in Chuyu, which was not pure.

Not only that, the cavalry saw that Yàn Ling was exhausted, and respectfully gave his horse to Yàn Ling, and rode with another companion.

From the murderous intent of these heavily armored cavalry to the respectful and polite invitation to the horse.

The change of things happened too quickly, and for a moment, it caught Yàn Ling off guard.

He hid the bamboo slip that his grandfather threw to him in his hand, and thousands of questions emerged in his heart.

Who is Grandpa?

Not only could he teach such extraordinary sword skills as coral, but even the bamboo slip thrown to him now can also make the black-armored cavalry that the brave and warlike people of the Sand Wolf tribe feared, his attitude became so respectful.

What is the relationship between grandpa and Yin Xiaxing Palace?

With countless questions, Yànling followed the heavy armored cavalry team in front of him through the dense forest.

There was a sudden cheerful moment ahead.

The black mountain peaks are stretched out from layer by layer, paved with at least a thousand stone steps.

On the top of the peak, a towering palace stands at the top.

Yànling looked at the Yinxia Palace, which is famous in the Central Plains countries.

Where is the sword saint Min Yu!

At the foot of the mountain, there was a heavy armored cavalry with a population of about two or three hundred, guarding the crowd.

They controlled the only passage to Yinxia Palace. Seeing this scene, Yànling thought that if he hadn't had the bamboo slips given to him by his grandfather, even if he had wings, it would be difficult for him to climb up from here.

The heavily armored cavalry should be the leader. After he arrived at the foot of the mountain with Yàn, he gave a few instructions to the team guarding the way, and the guard team immediately made way.

A team of six people immediately stepped forward, scattered in front and behind, leading the yàn to the steps.

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Xiuli put away her spear.

She was covered in armor, long boots, and her black hair was tied with a ponytail. She was so heroic that she seemed to be a powerful female leopard, but she had a unique charming temperament.

Her white snow forehead was slightly covered with fine beads of sweat, and she let out a gentle breath.

This wide unmanned square is the martial arts field in Yinxiaxing Palace and also the training place for the nine guards of Yinxia.

Now the other eight guards are going out with the Sword Saint, and the martial arts field has become a venue for Xiuli to practice guns alone.

A total of 1,760 guns.

A gentle voice came into my ears.

Xiuli turned around and a gentle man in a plain robe walked down the steps of the square step with a smile.

A trace of gentleness flashed through Xiuli's eyes.

Her cold face, like a gust of spring breeze, appeared a hint of thawing.

Why are you here?When Yàn Li heard this, he smiled and said, "I have read all the bamboo slips you have moved to me two hours ago. I feel a little bored. When I heard the sound of gun training here, I am curious to come and take a look."

Seeing that you were practicing attentively, I didn’t bother you.

Xiuli was a little surprised.

The square is hundreds of steps away from the side hall where it is located. However, due to injury and the heart pulse and the poisoning is too deep, although it has been carefully treated and will not become a waste, it is still inevitable that the possibility of fighting with others will be lost forever.

And this did not seem to affect his inspiration.

After a pause, Xiuli said apologetically: I will bring you some new ones later.

It's okay.When Yàn Li looked at the apology in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little silence.

At first, Xiuli was very cold to him. When she saw that he wanted to force herself to find love, she even mocked him whether she wanted to become a useless person faster.

But after more than ten days of getting along, her attitude towards herself has changed a lot.

This woman who looks like a frosty looks is actually a cold outside and hot inside, with a kind heart.

The two of them walked back together.

Before going too far, a heavy armored guard came to report.

Lord Xiuli, someone came to meet Lord Sword Saint with this bamboo slip in his hand.

The two stopped.

Xiuli took the bamboo slips presented by the guards and took a look. Her narrow phoenix eyes immediately ignited a flame.

Where are the others?

Lord Xiuli was waiting at the palace gate.

Take him here.

yes!

The guards hurriedly returned.

Yàn Li on the side was a little surprised. This was the first time he had seen such a special reaction on her face during the period when he was in contact with Xiuli.

However, this is a matter of Yinxia Palace, and it is not qualified to interfere with an outsider.

Therefore, although he was curious, he did not ask inquire.

But he didn't speak, but Xiuli suddenly looked at him and spoke out.

Didn’t you ask me last time, did the Lord discover your son when he ordered people to save you?Yàn Li Wei was stunned and didn't understand why Xiuli took the initiative to mention the topic that she avoided answering in the last trip.

Then he suddenly woke up and asked in disbelief: You mean...

Xiuli's cold and frosty cheeks suddenly smiled.

He is here.

Under the guidance of a heavy armored cavalry, led by neat and heavy steps, the Mausoleum came to a very spacious square.

In the center of the square, a beautiful young woman wearing thin armor, with a slender and graceful figure, but with a cold eyebrows, stood there with a silver spear in her hand.

Her beautiful eyes stared at Yànling for a moment, with a very strange look in her eyes.

Lord Xiuli, this person is brought here.

Xiuli said with a slight head, and said lightly, "You retreat."

A group of black-armored cavalry then retreated to both sides.

Yànling only heard the beautiful woman say to him in a pure and honest manner, "Your name is reported to you, the purpose of coming here."

Hearing her words, the stunning look in Yànling's eyes gradually faded.

He took a step forward, looked at the beautiful woman named Xiuli, and said with a tribute: I was in Yin by chance. I came here to ask for a visit to the Sword Saint, and asked the girl to give me a message.

The beautiful woman looked at him without a moment, and said lightly: From the beginning of the establishment of the Yinxia Palace, Lord Sword Saint set rules.Those who hold the pass bamboo slips in their hands can receive a notice if they are in the hands of any of our Yinxia Nine Guards.

As for whether Lord Sword Saint meets him or not, it depends on his mood.

Is she one of the nine guards in Yinxia?

Yànling was shocked when he heard this.

He still remembered that before he left, his grandfather told him that the nine guards in the lower lower palaces were personally trained by the sword saint, and each of them had the strength no less than that of his grandfather.

He didn't know whether there was any moisture in Grandpa's words, but as long as the Nine Guards were trained by the Sword Saint himself, their martial arts would be amazing and they would not be able to win.

The beautiful woman in front of him who made him stunning was actually one of the Nine Guards?

This really made Yàn Ling a little unbelievable.

In addition to being shocked, he also ignited his fighting spirit.

No matter how difficult the road ahead is, he must meet the sword saint Min Yu.

I accept this condition!

Xiuli glanced at a certain direction in the square without any trace, then quickly withdrew her gaze and said lightly.

Don’t say I didn’t remind you, I will never hold back during the challenge. I have no eyes on the gun and sword. If you are not as skilled as others, you may die on the spot at any time.Yàn Ling took a deep breath.

His current physical strength has only recovered a little, and it is still far from complete recovery. With his current physical strength, he may not be able to support a cup of tea.

But he had already let go of his words and retreated in the face of the battle. What face does he have to ask for the Sword Saint?

Moreover, his opponent is such a cold and beautiful woman. As a man's self-esteem, Yàn Ling cannot be allowed to retreat at such a critical moment.

He had a strange mentality in his heart that he was unwilling to look down on the beautiful woman he had met for the first time.

Yànling said in a deep voice: Come on.

Xiuli's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of praise, and her cherry lips spit out a word.

good.

The words had just fallen, and the next moment, Xiuli's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

A strong sense of crisis suddenly came.

Yàn Ling's hair stood up all over his body.

A little cold light bloomed in front of his eyes.

He almost subconsciously waved the iron sword in his hand to block the grid.

There was a trembling sound when.

Yàn Ling's wrist was numb, and he staggered and took five or six steps back, almost falling to the ground, feeling embarrassed.

He was so sorry!

Before he could even be shocked by the terrifying force of this beautiful woman's shot, the other party seemed to have no intention of giving Yàn Ling any chance to breathe.

The silver spear in her hand turned into a white stunning rainbow.

With an extremely fierce momentum, the spear stabbed more than ten guns straight into the door of Yàn Ling.

Dangdangdang!Yàn Ling almost used all his strength to block the opponent's spear tip in danger.

When the eleventh shot arrived, he finally couldn't hold on. The iron sword was broken in two pieces and threw it straight behind him.

While the sword was broken, the whole person turned into a rolling gourd and fell on the hard ground, without even the strength to stand up.

The tip of the gun, which was emitting coldly, hit his throat.

All I could hear was the beautiful woman saying in my ears.

Eleven shots.Yàn Ling gasped and raised her head with difficulty.

His back was soaked with sweat, and his whole arm was so shocked by the force of her spear that it lost consciousness, but it was trembling constantly.

What I thought in my mind was that it was over.

Not to mention the time of a cup of tea, he tried his best and did not even have enough time to drink a sip of tea.

This cool and beautiful woman's gun skills are superb, which is far beyond Yàn Ling's imagination.

He suspected that the other party's martial arts might not even be inferior to his parents.

As worthy of being the sword saint Min Yu, Yin Xia Jiuwei, picked a woman out, and his gun skills were so fierce.

Not to mention that he is overdrawing his physical strength at the moment, even if he returns to his peak state, I am afraid that Yàn Ling will not have the confidence to hold up half a cup of tea in her hand.

It was not until this moment that he realized that grandpa did not exaggerate.

After all the hardships and even reluctantly saying goodbye to the coral he liked, he worked hard to arrive at Yinxia Palace. Is it destined that he had to return without success?

Yànling was really unwilling to accept it.

But he had no choice.

He is not as good as others in his own skills and cannot meet the rules set by the Sword Saint. Who else can he blame besides blaming himself?

But he is really... very unwilling to accept it!

At this time, a heavily armored cavalry came forward, as if he had said something to the beautiful woman.

The cavalry was the cavalry leader who had previously led the team to rescue Yàn Lingyi's life from the Sand Wolf clan.

After the other party said a few words of Yin language that Yiàn Ling still couldn't understand, Na Xiumei unexpectedly took back the spear and said lightly to Yiàn Ling.

Before coming here, you were chased by the people of the Sand Wolf clan to the foot of the mountain?Yàn Ling nodded with difficulty.

The beautiful woman thought for a moment, then said lightly: I will give you a day to rest, return to the peak state, and give you another chance to challenge, don't say that I won't win.

After saying that, she ordered the cavalry beside her to take him to the side hall to rest.

yes.Yànling was stunned.

Then he understood and couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

Thank you girl.

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Xiuli moved her long boots and walked beautifully to the end of the square.

Behind a huge round stone pillar, I saw Yàn Li who had been watching the battle from afar in secret.

Is he your son?Xiuli asked.

Yànli nodded, looking very relieved on his face.

It was him, he was thinner than before, but he was also more energetic.

Xiuli saw his gratitude and shook her head and said: His strength is too poor. I only used six or seven points of force, and he could only barely receive eleven shots.

After a pause, she said in a little disappointed manner.

I don't understand why the Lord chose him.

Upon hearing this, Yànli smiled slightly and said: If you knew him three months ago, let alone eleven shots, he might not be able to catch a single shot in your hand. I wonder what you would think of him?Yànli stared at Ai's figure who was leaving, comforting her.

He has really made a lot of progress, and it can be imagined that he must have suffered a lot during this period.

A hint of surprise finally emerged in Xiuli's eyes.

It is definitely different from receiving a shot in her hand and receiving eleven shots.

I can't even stop a shot, I can only be in a state of incompetence.

But even though the guns were not doing their best, it means that this person is enough to be included in the category of good players.

Judging from the situation just now, Yàn Ling's physical strength seems to have been greatly overdrawn. Being able to hold on for so long will definitely be another sign after her physical strength is fully recovered.

In two or three months, a noble young man who was not good at martial arts since childhood had made great progress in martial arts skills to such an extent, and even Xiuli, who was the nine guards of Yinxia, ​​was unheard of.

She seemed to understand why Lord Sword Saint chose him.

No words all night.

The next morning.

After a night of rest, the stamina, whose physical strength has been fully restored, reappeared in the square with a refreshing spirit.

Xiuli changed into a dark green light armor, which was still so cool and cool.

She held a spear in her hand and faced her with her eyes.

Yàn Ling, who had a long sword on her, slightly suppressed the stunning feeling of Xiuli in her eyes and said calmly.

Miss Xiuli, please give me advice.

After the words came to an end, Yànling flashed, walked sideways, and picked the long sword in his hand slanted.

It was actually an active attack.

The beautiful eyes of Xiuli were slightly condensed.

Yàn Ling, whose physical strength has completely recovered, her body movements and reactions are much faster than yesterday.

The spear in his hand stabbed out, and with a tingling sound, the tip of the spear accurately and accurately picked the sword.

At the foot of Yàn Ling, he stepped back three or four steps in a row, but he quickly stood firm.

Xiuli felt a little nervous.

Not only did Yànling's body movements become faster, but his strength was much greater than yesterday.

This is his original strength.

A flame ignited in her beautiful eyes, and the spear turned into cold lights, and the spear exerted seven or eight points of its strength.

Yàn Ling tightly held his slightly numb wrist, gritted his teeth, and blocked with all his strength.

The sound of the handover of weapons is endless.

Xiuli's spear in her hand was like a silver snake.

Yàn Ling was sweating profusely by her killing. At first, she was able to block it slightly, but soon she was in a desperate situation and was defeated by her fierce offensive.

With a tingling sound, when he struggled to hold on to the 29th shot, Yàn Ling's wrist was numb and lost consciousness, and he could no longer hold it.

The sword was shot away by a gun, and the tip of the gun once again hit his throat as coldly as yesterday.

I... lost... Yànling's tone was bitter.

He was a little depressed.

Yànling tried his best, hoping to recover the miserable situation yesterday today, but the result was still useless.

He couldn't hold on for even thirty rounds, and he was almost a little discouraged.

Xiuli saw the frustration in his eyes, put away the spear and said lightly.

Not bad, at least it looks like a little today.If you can make more progress tomorrow than today, I don’t mind accepting your challenge again.Yàn Ling was stunned for a moment, almost unable to believe his ears.

After reacting, he gritted his teeth and said: I can, I can.

Xiuli said lightly, I will wait for you here at this time tomorrow. In addition, except for the side hall where you are, don’t walk around in other places, do you understand?

clear.Yàn Ling nodded quickly, please rest assured Miss Xiuli.

Xiuli nodded and then stepped away.

When he came to the stone pillar where Yàn Li was hiding, the latter smiled and said: His performance today was really beyond my expectations.

He has a good foundation, but his sword skills are not good.Xiuli shook her head, there was no rules and too many flaws.Yàn Li smiled and said: He has never loved practicing swords since he was a child. When I practiced swords with his mother, he never had any interest in taking a look. He could not even know how to use swords.

If I had guided him, with his comprehension, his sword skills would have improved rapidly.

After a pause, Yànli took a deep breath

But... Since the Sword Saint has personally asked him for his name, you can only worry about it and try to sharpen him.