Chapter 6

Month, still bright.

The sky washed after a heavy rain.

There were still merchants who missed the trip and the post station on the road, and pedestrians hurried on under the moonlight.

Traceless is also one of them.

He is a newcomer to the Jianghu and has no experience. He wanted to send Mei wanting to Lingnan as soon as possible, so that she might be safe.

So he also missed the lodging.

The road, winding in the moonlight, never ends.

There were unknown insects chirping, night birds flapping their wings, and frogs in the distant lotus pond.

Moonlit night is beautiful and lonely.

The night was getting darker and the pedestrians were disappearing. On the road, there was only no trace holding the little donkey. Mei wanting sat on the donkey's back and walked slowly.

Suddenly, traceless stopped and looked back.

At night, not far away, there was a faint shadow.

Wuji slowly holds the sword handle and gently pulls out the iron sword behind him.

Mei wanting looked around. She knew that traceless felt the danger.

"Move your hands later. You ride my little donkey first. I'll send them after you!"

No trace said softly, very calmly.

"I won't go. You're in trouble because of me. I can't go!"

Mei wanting shook her head gently.

You work hard for me, how can I abandon you?

"OK, don't go! I don't know how many people they came. Maybe there was an ambush in front of them. If you can't go, fight to death! "

The traceless tone is always so calm, like whispering with the person you love deeply.

Mei wanting's nervous heart suddenly calmed down.

She believed him, believed that the boy saved her for no reason, and wanted to escort her for no reason.

The boy's iron sword was dull and dull under the moonlight, but the cold light of the sword tip loomed.

"Good! OK! Good! "

Suddenly, there were three cheers in a row, accompanied by three applause.

The voice is cold, like the water in the cold pool under the moon, like the cry of the dead at the bottom of the earth.

With the sound, three feet ahead, a man dressed in a long white shirt and covered with long hair came out slowly.

Under the moonlight, he gathered his hands with long sleeves, and could hardly see any skin all over his body, just like an empty dress floating under the moonlight.

Behind him was a man in a dark blue robe.

The man is very tall, a head taller than the man in white.

He held his hands on his chest and looked at traceless and Mei wanting coldly.

"You have great courage. You dare to rob people in our blood moon sect and kill four disciples of our sect. Yes, that's good! "

The man in white talks very hard, as if he would die at any time after finishing a word. It's scary to hear.

"What is the blood moon sect? Not a little girl? "

Traceless did not scold, but said calmly.

"What is the blood moon sect? Haven't you heard of the blood moon sect? If not, you drop your sword and Qu will spare your life! "

At this time, the lame man who had been following behind no longer hid and showed two short knives in his hand!

Traceless suddenly looked back at Mei wanting and smiled brightly.

"If you can't fight, run away and leave me alone!"

She was suddenly worried about the thin boy.

"Don't worry, they can't even beat my donkey. Do they still want to fight me?"

The little donkey barked at the right time and was very proud.

Mei wanting stared.

"Can it understand you?"

Traceless smile, no answer.

Suddenly, he ran back like a monkey. The long sword in his hand flashed a cold light under the moonlight, and stabbed the lame tea waiter with a sword.

With a "Ding", the long sword was held by the short knife. The other short knife lacked cold light and stabbed him in the throat like lightning!

Wuji was surprised. This man's fast technique was not the same level as those men in black last time.

He turned his wrist, turned his long sword in a circle, swung the short knife stabbing at his throat, then suddenly jumped up, pressed his left hand on the head and jumped over his head.

The lame waiter was surprised by his sword. He didn't understand why the long sword without trace could turn a circle in front of his chest.

But he'll never get a chance to understand!

Just as he turned quickly, the iron sword stabbed him in the back with a cold light.

The long sword was pulled out and brought a bloody rain. Under the moonlight, it was sad and beautiful, like peach blossoms in full bloom.

Traceless makes perfect use of his inherent advantage of flexible wrist and makes a move that any swordsman can't even think of.

People in white and blue were also surprised.

The arms of the man in blue slowly loosened and hung down gently.

"Did you see his sword move clearly?"

The man in White asked, his voice still cold.

The man in blue nodded and shook his head again.

"I see, but I haven't seen it!"

The voice of the man in blue is not so cold and unpleasant.

But he spoke simply and seemed very stingy about the effort he had to spend on saying one more word.

"How many moves do you want to kill him?"

"Three moves!"

The man in white seemed a little surprised and stroked his long hair, which almost completely covered his face.

At night, the cold light in his eyes stabbed people.

The man in blue slowly moved his steps and walked to no trace step by step.

Traceless stood a foot in front of Mei wanting and looked at the blue man walking step by step.

He suddenly felt a kind of pressure, a kind of pressure he had never had before!

The man in blue stopped slowly in front of him and looked at him coldly.

Traceless gently raised the iron sword in his hand, and a drop of blood trickled slowly on the tip of the sword!

"Good!"

The man in blue spit out two words.

Traceless doesn't understand what he said. It's good. Is it his sword or his killing sword.

"What a pity!"

The man in the blue shirt squeezed out two words, and at the same time, he suddenly pulled it up on the ground, and the man was like a goshawk, rushing towards no trace.

As soon as the traceless wrist was shocked, the iron sword made a dragon sing.

He knows that he met a real master this time!

The iron sword, like electricity, stabbed the man in blue.

People in the air, the blue man's left hand stretched out, and a ray of golden cold light suddenly appeared!

With a "Ding" sound, the iron sword was swung open, and the golden light was like electricity, rowing to the traceless throat.

As soon as he leaned back, he felt the chill across his neck.

When his left hand was on the ground, he slipped back like a loach. Before he stood up, he had stabbed three swords in succession.

Three light sounds, accompanied by a few sparks.

Traceless, he saw clearly that there was a gold knife on the left hand of the man in blue. A curved golden knife like a knife and a sickle.

Once the three swords passed, the golden knife came again like electricity.

No trace exclaimed in his heart: what a fast knife!

His body was like a top, rotating to one side, and his long sword and gold knife kept fighting.

"Three moves!"

Suddenly, the man in white who has been watching the war said coldly.

The man in blue suddenly took back his knife, walked back three feet away and stood beside the man in white.

Leave no trace, stunned on the spot!

"Yes, that's good! Can walk three moves under the left golden knife! "

Traceless knows that if he plays again, he may not be able to support three moves!

"What is your sword technique? With whom? "

The smile was restored on the traceless face, brilliant smile.

He looked at the man in white and said with a smile, "I learned the donkey sword from the old monkey!"

The man in white seemed to hum.

How could there be such an ugly sword technique in the world? Who would call his master monkey?

But what he met was traceless, which was impossible. On traceless, it was possible!

Mei wanting smiled softly, for the sake of training donkey sword and old monkey.

Because in her eyes, traceless is a little monkey.

She forgot the life and death fight of traceless just now. She also forgot that traceless didn't win. Their danger is still there!

But she just wanted to laugh, because she was very calm and at ease.

Traceless turned to look at her and he heard her smile.

Under the moonlight, two young people who seemed not afraid of life and death showed a brilliant smile.

"You, how many moves?"

The man in blue suddenly asked in a deep voice.

"One move!"

The two words "man in white" are very clear, coherent and resolute!

With the sound, he was like a ghost and flew to no trace.

If you see such a person floating towards yourself at night, you don't need to do it, you'll be scared to death.

Traceless feels an invisible pressure again, a huge invisible pressure.

He shouted and rushed to the man in white with a sword.

People in white sneered. In the cold laughter, a frightening white palm was photographed silently, like a ghost hand under the moonlight!