Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Ghost Standing on the Bridge
As the boat passed through a turbulent river, it suddenly calmed down and gradually widened, and the water rippled and the fog was thick.
The whole river became a small lake, and a long bridge hidden in the thick fog crossed the small lake, like a scimitar on the grassland.
Li Yuanhao's hand holding the boat stiffened slightly, and there was a trace of inexplicable danger in his heart, and a rustling sound suddenly sounded in the dense fog.
Three pairs of six eyes on the left side of the river, two pairs of four eyes on the right, accompanied by a low roar, seemed to be able to see the fangs exposed.
White wolf, it's here.
As if he was afraid of the river water, the white wolf swam around the river, but he didn't dare to approach.
The danger in Li Yuanhao's heart has not diminished at all, because this dangerous aura does not come from the white wolves on both sides of the river, but from the long bridge opposite, the empty long bridge lies on the small lake, there is no abnormality, but Li Yuanhao feels inexplicably dangerous, looks back at Li Xiuce, nods slightly, and then turns back, a big black flower suddenly falls on the long bridge, black hair shawl, arms drooping, weak and boneless, a breeze blows, the mist flows, and the black flower also sways with the breeze.
The Hun wolves are in a group of five, which is a well-known thing, but among the wolves, there is a rumor that there is a person who acts alone, alone, named Ghost Wolf, codenamed Ghost, erratic, killing invisible, and Nanliang Duan Hongsleeve in a big red robe is the same name, and is the two people who have the most assassination skills in the world.
The ghost wolf and Duan Hongsleeve had a famous thousand-mile strangulation, the reason was that Duan Hongsleeve entered the grassland alone, and the assassination was not yet a great sweat at that time, Duan Hongsleeve's sleeve knife was only three inches away from the throat of the porridge, but it was blocked by the ghost wolf. After that, the two launched a thousand-mile pursuit from the grassland to the Central Plains, the two sides had frequent tricks, mutual gains and losses, and finally under the flying sword of Zhao Dunhuang, the suzerain of the Southern Liang Sword Sect, the ghost wolf chose to avoid and turned back to the grassland.
The Hun wolf pack is handled by the Bank of China from top to bottom, but the ghost wolf is joined by the Great Khan himself, so the ghost wolf has become a very special existence among the wolves.
Li Yuanhao plunged the oar into the water, and with a hard push, the boat was like an arrow off the string, heading towards the bridge hole of the long bridge, but his eyes were staring at the ghost wolf on the bridge deck, not daring to be careless at all, like a master of the heavenly and human realm who was born as a killer, he had a special understanding of heaven and earth, and his shot was often only in an instant.
When the ship approached the bridge hole, it seemed to be greatly hindered, and the ship crashed into a wall of qi, Li Yuanhao's body paused slightly, and he gently shook his feet, and the sea of qi moved lightly, and the ghost wolf on the bridge seized the opportunity, spread his arms, and flew down like a black bird, just grasping the gap when Li Yuanhao's breath trembled slightly.
Li Yuanhao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he hurriedly vented a wisp of breath in his chest, and the second breath came out vigorously, the moment she saw the ghost wolf appear, she had already conceived two breaths in the sea of snow mountain qi, after the first breath was broken, the second breath was immediately continued, and the oar waved an arc around the body, stabbing straight up and down towards the oncoming ghost wolf.
The ghost wolf didn't expect Li Yuanhao to have a back hand, he was stunned by the sudden oars, and immediately came up with a countermeasure, and the black hair hanging down his waist was like a human hand, instantly divided into two strands, wrapped around the oars, and his body fell violently.
Li Yuanhao secretly shouted "up" in his heart, and the ghost wolf drooped for a moment, like a hanged ghost and was picked in the air, but she didn't dare to be careless at all, because a force passed through the oar into his hand, Li Yuanhao held the oar with one hand and turned into a two-handed oar, and the two opposite forces collided inside the oar, and the entire oar body was twisted into a twist, making a crackling sound.
The oars were made of bamboo, hollow inside, completely twisted and exploded, shattered into pieces, and fell into the water.
The ghost wolf rotated in the direction of the bamboo, more like a big black flower in the night mist, and at the same time did not forget to hand out his palms, and the palm wind struck Li Yuanhao like a knife.
Li Yuanhao was not afraid, his fist exploded, and the two palms were confronted, and there were two explosions like firecrackers in the air.
With a muffled snort, Li Yuanhao couldn't help but take two steps back, each step stepped on the boat, the entire hull shook for a while, the strength spread, and a wave stirred up on the lake, swinging towards both sides of the river, overflowing the riverbank, wetting both sides of the river, causing the five white wolves on the bank to be restless.
The body of the ghost wolf rotating in the air paused slightly, and gently landed on the end of the boat, which seemed to be a soft fall, but the strength was full, the whole hull of the ship was tilted towards the foothold of the ghost wolf, Li Yuanhao's body was bounced up, and the person was still in the air and had already drawn out the knife on his waist, and two knife lights crossed and slashed towards the ghost wolf at the end of the boat.
In the face of Li Yuanhao's sword light, the ghost wolf took an extremely special way to deal with it, and his body twisted into a strange angle in the mist, seemingly dangerous but perfectly dodged the two sword lights.
"Who are you?" the ghost wolf's voice sounded, not gloomy and terrifying, not even more ruthless, but a very neutral and peaceful baritone, but his appearance was hidden behind his black hair, and his body was erratic, making it more and more weird.
Li Yuanhao pursed his lips and didn't speak, but his body rushed forward, raised a kick, and kicked the ghost wolf's chest fiercely. The ghost wolf didn't dodge or dodge, and let Li Yuanhao's foot fall on his chest, the ghost wolf was neither kicked away, nor did he have the sound of his sternum shattering, but his chest was pushed back, and Li Yuanhao's energy fell into the mud and disappeared.
A hint of laughter suddenly climbed up the corner of Li Yuanhao's mouth, the ghost wolf was slightly stunned, but the kick that should have been exhausted suddenly became bright, and the willow tree was shady with one hand, and the end of the energy was reborn and mysterious, and three qi shots out and fell into the chest of the ghost wolf.
In the north of the Holy City, Duan Hongsleeve made a sudden killing move, and Li Yuanhao also used the method of gasifying Sanqing, injuring the first killer of Nanliang, since the ghost wolf and Duan Hongsleeve are equally famous, then Duan Hongsleeve can't dodge, and he has no reason to dodge.
Not surprisingly, under the treacherous three qi, even if the ghost wolf had a secret method to leak one or two, his body still received a hard blow, flew upside down, stepped on a few splashes on the water with his feet, and his body suddenly rose high, and flew back to the long bridge: "Careless, I was yin by your little girl, interesting, interesting!"
Li Yuanhao didn't have such leisure, the knife in his hand slashed into the water, and the hull of the boat suddenly rushed forward, passing through the hole in the long bridge, and appeared on the other side of the long bridge.
And the ghost wolf had been waiting on one side for a long time, he chose a way that was most inconsistent with the identity of the killer, and the wind with both palms continued to smash down, falling around the boat, blowing up countless splashes, and he was ready to use the most brutal and simple method to force this woman who had learned to have nowhere to escape.