Chapter 71 Beili Wolf King x Central Plains Prince 7
Xiao Jintian stood on a high place and quickly locked onto the white shadow running in the moonlight.
The long sword was sharp as snow, and Xiao Jintian chased after him with the sword in hand.
The strength of his leg muscles was so exaggerated that he could jump several meters and easily cross the distance between houses.
The rows of bricks and tiles did not move at all, and even his footsteps could not be heard.
There was only the slight sound of wind blowing his robe, and Xiao Jintian had already caught up to within ten meters of Qian Zhou.
The blade broke through the air, blocking Qianzhou's path.
It pierced straight into the solid wooden pillar, and the flying wood chips scattered in the air.
Qian Zhou suddenly stopped and Xiao Jintian squatted on the roof, looking at him leisurely.
"I gave you five seconds, but you didn't even get out the main gate."
Xiao Jintian's smile had a bandit-like air, arrogant and wanton, "Too slow."
He jumped down from the roof and just as he was about to get closer, Qianzhou pulled out his long sword with force.
The tip of the knife pointed at Xiao Jintian, "You dare to give me a knife, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
Xiao Jintian said slowly, "You don't have that ability."
The person in front of me was like a slippery rabbit, and I couldn't even touch him in the narrow space.
But once you reach the open space, it becomes a test of endurance and persistence in running.
Qian Zhou's speed is not as fast as Xiao Jintian's.
Qian Zhou was no match for him before, and now he is injured.
Xiao Jintian gave him five seconds so that he would accept his defeat sincerely.
But now, Qianzhou's reaction told him.
This is far from enough.
"Come!" Xiao Jintian rushed towards Qianzhou.
He was not afraid of the sharp cold light at all, as if the blade would only sharpen his toughness, and the pain would make him stronger.
Qianzhou dodged his grab and attacked his throat with a long knife.
Xiao Jintian used his iron wrist guard to deflect the force of his sword, this familiar recoil force.
This reminded Qianzhou of the arrow Xiao Jintian shot on the battlefield.
The force was so great that it made his palm numb, but now, Xiao Jintian blocked his sword without his arm trembling at all.
So Qian Zhou stopped fighting him head-on and kept a distance from him, focusing more on dodging.
Look for the opportunity to strike.
But Qian Zhou soon discovered that there would be basically no such opportunity, as Xiao Jintian was extremely tight in both offense and defense.
It looks fierce and powerful, but in fact it does not leave any room for counterattack.
Xiao Jintian stared at Qian Zhou's movements and reached out to grab his neck.
Qian Zhou suddenly closed the distance and exposed his vitals.
Xiao Jintian felt that something was wrong, so he suddenly withdrew his hand and retreated.
"You think too much."
A cool and pleasant voice penetrated the eardrum and struck the heart.
Qianzhou's slender, white fingers pressed on Xiao Jintian's shoulder, and he took advantage of the momentum to jump into the air.
This movement is extremely difficult and requires extremely high strength in the waist and abdomen.
Xiao Jintian narrowed his eyes, and Qian Zhou's movements slowed down countless times in his eyes.
He had seen this move on the battlefield, and the kick that followed was incredibly powerful.
Aim at the vital point of the lower back.
Xiao Jintian was prepared and instantly wrapped his arms around Qianzhou's waist, pulling him into the abyss with him, all to perish together.
The two of them fell backwards together, Qian Zhou was below and Xiao Jintian was above.
But Xiao Jintian noticed something strange the moment he touched Qian Zhou's body.
It's too hot.
The back of the neck and waist seemed to be warmed up, much higher than the normal body temperature.
Xiao Jintian realized that this person had a high fever, and it was generally considered good if he could stay awake at this level.
The thought flashed through Xiao Jintian's mind for just a moment, and he immediately turned the angle and placed himself underneath.
Because Qianzhou was injured, Xiao Jintian only gave him five seconds.
But if the person has a fever, then the competition will be completely unfair.
Xiao Jintian doesn't like to take advantage of others when they are in trouble.
And he was not hurt at all after the fall, as the Qianzhou was not very heavy for him.
But it would be different if it were someone else. This pampered prince would be smashed to death by him.
"Uh..." Qianzhou groaned.
He fell on the burning and heaving chest, his head felt dizzy and he felt severe pain in the wound on his shoulder.
There were also two heavy iron hoops fastened around his waist, preventing him from moving at all.
Qian Zhou pressed on Xiao Jintian, his head resting on his shoulder, with Xiao Jintian's neck right in front of him.
The anger that had been accumulating for a long time grew more and more intense, and Qianzhou moved forward and wanted to bite him hard.
But he forgot that he was still wearing a mask and hit Xiao Jintian's chin with a bang.
My nose bridge aches.
Qianzhou's tears burst out almost instantly.
Xiao Jintian frowned and hissed, "Why are you knocking on me?"
He sat up and pushed Qian Zhou aside, brushing off the dust on his body. "You are a man, how come you still smell so good?"
As he said this, he sniffed his own robe, but smelled nothing.
Only the smell of my own sweat.
Two guards with swords rushed over and saw that Xiao Jintian had subdued the prince. They praised:
"Your Majesty, you are very skilled!"
Xiao Jintian waved his hand, refusing to accept his flattery, and asked someone to help Qian Zhou up.
"Take him back and keep an eye on him. Don't let anyone die."
The guard nodded in agreement, then paused and his eyes fell on Xiao Jintian's chin.
"Hey, my king, why is your chin blue?"
Xiao Jintian raised his hand to touch it, and it was indeed a little painful. He glanced at Qian Zhou.
I added another comment in my mind: "I like to repay kindness with enmity."
So now it is: ugly, low self-esteem, terrible cooking, and ungrateful.
How can people have so many problems?
If this person was a woman, Xiao Jintian would never marry her.
This is just asking for trouble.
"Shut up." Xiao Jintian said.
The guard shut his mouth and exchanged a quiet glance with the brother next to him.
No one dared to ask him how the bruise on his chin came about.
There is always a cool breeze in the north at night.
Qianzhou felt cold in the house, and after coming out, he sneezed several times in a row.
The night wind blew up his robe, and several guards holding swords were stunned for a moment.
Xiao Jintian didn't wear armor at home. He took off the iron wrist guard on his arm and threw it to the guard, "Send it back."
He raised his eyes and looked at Qianzhou.
I always feel that this person's body is so delicate that he will cough if there is a cold breeze.
He was clearly a prince who fought in the battlefield, how did he become like this now?
Xiao Jintian remembered what the doctor said: if the foundation is damaged, it will be difficult to restore the vitality.
Then he snorted coldly, "Send a pot of charcoal fire."
If the person is dead, how can he negotiate terms with the Central Plains?
After saying this, Xiao Jintian left without looking at Qian Zhou again.
After Qianzhou returned to the side courtyard, the guards called a doctor to examine him.
The doctor looked serious.
"Sir, why is your injury getting worse again?"
He didn't know Qian Zhou's identity and thought he was Xiao Jintian's man, so he gave him many warnings and instructions.
Tell him not to fight with anyone for a week. People who practice martial arts pay the most attention to strengthening their foundation.
It's a big deal if your vitality is damaged.
In the future, if your body becomes weak, you will easily get sick if the wind blows.
"Okay, thank you." Qian Zhou nodded.
He watched the doctor go out, took a small wooden stool and sat by the stove.
Put your hand over it and feel the heat.
Closed his eyes peacefully.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to raise it, but Xiao Jintian doesn’t allow him to raise it. Three days later at the Beilin training ground.
There will inevitably be another round of trouble.
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