Chapter 122, the mountain wind is fierce, and Qingfeng Han is nameless

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Qi Han opened his eyes in astonishment, and saw that three feet in front of him, there was a cold and iron arrow diagonally!

It turned out that the little red horse was alert and sensitive, and when he heard someone chasing after him and the sound of arrows, he immediately jumped to the left to avoid the danger of the master being pierced by arrows.

Qi Han's mind was groggy, he didn't have time to react for a while, and he heard a light and urgent snort from the wind behind him, Qi Han was in chaos, and subconsciously leaned to the left to avoid it, and a cold light immediately brushed his scalp and shot past, inserting into the snow in front of him, making a muffled sound of "bowl".

As the arrows flew by, Qi Han's headband was shot off in response to the sound, and it fell on the snow, and his long black hair was scattered, and together with his robe, he was blown by the wind to hunt and fly, reflecting his extraordinary appearance, like a mountain ghost in Maling Mountain.

This time, Qi Han was completely sober.

If it weren't for his stress reaction, and his body was extremely flexible, he could have avoided the arrows, and at that moment, there would be a risk of penetrating the skull!

Scold...... It was clearly to take his life and put him to death.

Realizing this, Qi Han, who was still letting the horse reins and wanting to die, suddenly aroused the fierceness hidden in his bones, he straightened up suddenly, stretched out his already frozen hand, and held the reins of the horse tightly!

You want me to die?

Even if he died, he wouldn't die here, from the ants and rats that sneaked up behind him!

Qi Han glanced back, and the chill in his eyes flashed. The lips were lightly hooked, and there was a stubborn coldness on the pale and ghostly face.

"Drive!"

said that it was too late, and the cold arrow came again in the blink of an eye, Qi Han's waist was strong, he gritted his teeth and dodged an arrow again, and his crotch was heavily clamped into the horse's belly, and he snorted.

The little red horse, which had been running in the wind and snow for nearly an hour, seemed to be infected by the owner's emotions, raised his head and hissed, and sprinkled his four hooves when he landed, and swept towards the depths of the gray snow vortex!

The little red horse had amazing speed, but its endurance was limited, and he quickly threw people out of the distance, but within a quarter of an hour, Qi Han heard the sound of drumming hooves behind him again. Listening closely, the horse's hooves were trampling, and the man seemed to have brought several horses with him. But in a moment, the other party had changed to a horse, like a maggot on a tarsal bone, and chased after him again.

Qi Han was so anxious that he couldn't be distracted to think about who was going to kill him. He crouched on the horse's back, rubbed the neck of the little red horse, stroked its fire-like mane one by one, and urged softly, "Horse, you run faster, run faster." ”

The little red horse is still young, it is already tired, its mouth is constantly spitting out white gas, although in this frozen and snowy weather, it is still so hot that its lips are foaming, and its body is gradually soaked in blood-red sweat, falling in the snow, like a red peach blossom.

The sound of hooves behind him was like the beat of a drum, but it was hurried and getting closer and closer.

Qi Han frowned and looked back, only to see that in the chaotic-colored wind and snow, a burly black shadow was like a charm, driving five horses, galloping.

Qi Han was stunned for a moment, only to feel that the tall figure of the man seemed to be inexplicably familiar.

In an instant, his heart seemed to be suddenly hit by something, and he thought of something extremely important, but what it was was vaguely unpredictable.

The man fired three arrows in a row, all of which were barely avoided by Qi Han. At this time, the wind and snow gradually decreased, the road was covered with snow and ice, and it was even more difficult to walk, and the little red horse kept slipping under his feet, running more and more hard, and his speed became slower. On the other hand, the man was driven by five horses, and his hooves were wrapped in kudzu hemp, and his speed did not decrease.

Qi Han sneered coldly in his heart, and secretly sighed that the other party really valued his life too much, and for this pursuit, he actually wrapped non-slip things on the horse's hooves early, which shows that he had been planning for a long time and came prepared.

Qi Han took advantage of the wind and snow to get smaller, his field of vision was broad, and he looked back at the person's appearance, not wanting to face a pair of cold eyes and a strange mask that was neither leather nor skin.

The two were only one hundred and fifty paces apart, and when the man saw him coming, he suddenly smiled coldly, deliberately suppressed his voice, and said in a hoarse voice: "Boy, why don't you tie your hands? ”

is like a cat and mouse, torturing and chasing, not only the horses are pitiful, but Qi Han himself also eats wind and snow, which is extremely painful. The man seemed to know the details of his cold illness, and after saying this, he actually chuckled, like a plaything, chasing Qi Han and the red horse into the depths of the snow, watching them run for their lives in pain.

Qi Han's eyes darkened, and when he heard the sound of hooves behind him getting closer and closer, he knew that he had no luck in escaping.

- He didn't have any weapons at the moment, even the small crossbow fell into the room, and his body was in pain, and he was powerless to resist the enemy with his fists and feet. What the man said was the truth, and the only way to stop his horse and kneel and beg was to run with the little red horse until he died of exhaustion, or he could catch up with the man and be slaughtered by him.

Qi Han glanced at the shadow of the ridge across the snowfield in front of him, and his eyes flashed a few times.

He urged the horse to circle around the foot of the mountain for more than ten kilometers, and then bowed his head, lay on the neck of the little red horse, and whispered affectionately, as if coaxing: "Small, good." You don't have to run far, you just have to go faster. ”

Although the little red horse could not understand human words, he seemed to understand the meaning of his master, hissed, lifted his hooves and ran towards the cliff.

The mountain road is narrow and difficult to pass, only allowing one horse to pass, and the road is even more rugged and difficult to identify. The little red horse changed his usual gentle and cowardly temperament, and seemed to know that this move was related to the life and death of his master, so he suddenly became brave and resolute, regardless of the continuous slipping under his hooves, hissing non-stop, climbing the rocks of the mountain road, and carrying the master all the way up.

As a result, the speed was immediately more than twice as slow as it was in the snowfield. The man behind him had to pause for a moment, abandon the other four horses, choose the most divine horse, and chase after him.

The man's horse seemed to step on the protruding gravel and jolted, causing the man to curse fiercely. He seemed to have lost his patience, raised his hand and shot a series of arrows, Qi Han dodged two, but one of them, with a muffled "poof", shot on the buttocks of the little red horse! The little red horse raised his head and hissed, hit a stumble under his feet, and almost fell to his knees and fell off the cliff.

Qi Han's heart trembled for a while. At this moment, this little red horse was like his only relative to him, he choked in his throat, turned his head angrily, and looked at the masked man who was chasing after him, a pair of handsome upturned phoenix eyes, crawling bloodshot and red.

The little red horse endured his injuries, carried his master up the mountain road, hid around and around, and arrived at a cliff after a while.

There is no way ahead.

The clouds and mist under the cliff are shrouded, and the distance from the ground is dozens of zhang, and the shadows of the pines and cypresses and the ground can be faintly seen.

The little red horse was running in the direction guided by Qi Han, and suddenly there was no way to run at this moment, so it had to stop suddenly.

At this stop, the little red horse neighed and fell to his knees in the snow. A conspicuous red bubbling down the right buttocks, with an iron arrow stuck in it.

Qi Han rolled down from it, rolled to the ground, poked his head out, and looked under the misty cliff.

This mountain is called Geyi Mountain, located in the north of Jiangsu and southern Lunan, the mountain is not high, but it is very steep. This cliff is not the main peak, but it is always about 100 meters. The mountain wind was fierce, Qi Han froze on the ground, lying softly on the white slush, watching the masked man catch up with the snow and dismount. The masked man hung the quiver on his horse, smiled coldly, drew his sword at his waist, and walked towards him step by step.

The little red horse's hooves moved, his nose snorted twice, and he stood up again, chewing Qi Han's shoulder with his mouth, his movements were very anxious, trying to pull him up, and then run away.

Seeing this, the masked man snorted, and actually slapped his hands and praised "good horse".

Qi Han lay motionless on the snow, stretched out his hand to touch the little red horse's bridle as if soothing, and patted it gently. A pair of black and white eyes, staring directly at the pair of gray-brown cloud shoes under the mask man's robe, squinting slightly.

"Master Qi, have you accepted your fate?"

The masked man smiled, and the iron sword in his hand was faintly cold, with a dark luster on it, showing that it was a sharp weapon that drank blood and killed people.

Qi Han endured the pain, and with great willpower, he propped up his body diagonally and looked at the man.

He pulled it up and said with a light smile: "Sir, Qi Han has never done anything to be sorry for you in his life, why did he come to kill me?"

The masked man was stunned, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and at that moment, he almost thought that Qi Han recognized him and was exposed.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch the disguise on his face, but he reacted halfway, his fingertips paused on his cheeks, and he squinted at Qi Han, a dangerous light flashed in his eyes.

"Tsk, Qi Gongzi is young, why is he so treacherous? He is really as cunning as a fox, and he actually came to trick me?" the masked man laughed, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't hear his own voice at all.

Qi Han's eyes widened and he stubbornly asked, "Who are you and why did you kill me?"

The masked man seemed to have heard some incredible joke: "Why did you kill you? In this world, killing people kills people, how many times do you need to trace back to the roots?"

Qi Han coughed heavily, causing severe pain in his lungs, and his expression was still faint: "...... Murder does not need a reason, but there is still a reason. You and I have no grievances or hatreds, and if you tell me the reason, you can teach people to die blindly. ”

The man smiled dumbly, "No grievances, no hatred, Qi Gongzi, how do you know that you have no grievances with me?" The muscles on his face trembled, his mask trembled, his emotions seemed to be a little excited, but his eyes were still dark and dull, and there were no waves, "I want to kill you, there are too many reasons...... You don't have to know everything!"

As the words fell, he stepped forward, and the upside-down sword blade was aimed at Qi Han's neck, only a few inches away. As soon as he raised his hand, he headed towards the Qi Han artery, 166 reading network