Chapter 167: Danger
Yan Yuan, who was fighting with the man in black, didn't have the strength to think about anything else at this time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
As the man in black on the bank of the Lishui River said, "There is a long way back to Beijing." ”
He can't remember the first time he's fought someone.
The number of opponents encountered is more and more every time, and the martial arts are stronger and stronger every time.
The so-called two fists are hard to beat with four hands, no matter how high his martial arts skills are and how good his energy is, he can't withstand the open guns and hidden arrows again and again.
The wounds on his body were accumulating more and more, and the blood stained the long shirt red, and the long shirt was already torn, hanging on the body like strips of cloth, and the flesh and blood that were turned up and the sword marks could always be seen in the gaps.
Strands of sweat-soaked hair snuggled down the back of her head. Fortunately, it was only skin trauma, and it didn't hurt the vital point.
Seeing that the capital is about to arrive, he must not fall in this Beile Mountain, and his mother is still waiting for him to save him.
Yan Yuan silently took a breath, and threw out the long whip with all his strength.
The man in black in front of him poured a large amount of "uproar", but he didn't do anything. This group of people fell, and immediately another group came up, blocking the gap that had just been torn open.
If it is repeated.
I don't know how many times they have repelled and how many people have been killed, but those men in black are still attacking one after another, as if they can never be killed.
Yan Yuan only felt that there were figures everywhere behind him, and they surrounded themselves in groups, slashing the ground with long swords in their hands, and forced them up step by step.
The long whip in his hand was still dripping blood, and the stars fell on the green grass, like blooming red flowers, bright and dazzling.
Yan Yuan shook his head vigorously, wanting to force himself to be more sober.
But he was obviously a little powerless, not only was his mind even more dizzy, but even his right hand holding the long whip could not stop trembling, and his legs were even more numb and unable to walk.
At this time, not to mention that he is facing a group of well-trained black-clad killers, even an unarmed child may knock him down with one blow.
Am I just dead?
Yan Yuan suddenly laughed, his eyes revealing despair and mockery.
If God let him be reborn to die like this, wouldn't even God be joking with him?
But this kind of joke is not funny at all, who loves to have fun!
The long whip in his hand finally fell to the ground, and his body fell backwards like a fallen leaf in the wind......
At this moment, there was a sudden thunderstorm on the flat ground, followed by a fierce wind, and a torrential rain with the momentum of thunder suddenly descended from the sky.
The men in black who were about to step forward to mend their swords couldn't help but stop in unison and looked up at the sky.
The sky was terribly overcast, and the rain cut off the peaks, blurred the trees, and suddenly narrowed the heavens and the earth.
As far as the black-clothed killers could see, in addition to the handsome young man who fell to the ground, there was one more person beside him at some point.
It was a handsome young man, dressed in pear-white cloth shoes, and his bald head was branded with obvious ring scars.
At the moment, he was single, looking at the group of black-clothed people three feet away from him with a solemn face.
"Master Huijue!"
I don't know who exclaimed among the men in black.
Since the tragedy of Jinglong Temple, Master Huijue, as the abbot, has disappeared.
There are many folk rumors, some say that Master Huijue will kill the monks of the temple when he is crazy.
Some said that Master Huijue's enemies came to the door, and if he couldn't find him, he directly slaughtered the temple as a warning.
Others say that Master Huijue stole the holy relics of the master when he was young, so that he was chased and killed by his peers to retaliate......
In short, there is everything to say.
No one thought that Master Huijue, who had been missing for more than three months, would actually appear here.
But what if he's here? He was just an enlightened monk at best, and he was powerless, how could he fight against his well-trained black-clad killers?
The killers were stunned for a moment, but now they had come to their senses, and immediately returned to normal, carrying their long swords and continuing to move forward.
Their goal is right in front of them, and no one wants to miss this opportunity to make meritorious contributions. Even if you can't take the credit alone, at least you have to get a piece of the pie.
But soon, their wishful thinking came to naught.
The target, who was lying upright on the ground and waiting to die, disappeared in the blink of an eye.
disappeared with him, as well as the inexplicable monk Huijue.
Dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at the same time, and the two of them disappeared in front of everyone, but they didn't see anything.
Such an unbelievable thing, even I won't believe it when I say it! It is even more impossible to report such results directly to the above.
But these two men did disappear under their noses.
The eagle-like eyes of the man in black who led the way out seemed to be about to erupt fire. He yelled angrily at his companions, "What are you doing in a daze? Find out! Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find it! ”
The killers responded in unison, and each scattered in all directions, searching inch by inch into the depths of the forest.
After spending so much energy and dying so many people, he was about to succeed, but he didn't expect it to fail, how could he be willing?
The more the man in black in the lead thought about it, the more angry he felt in his heart, and he couldn't help but slap his palm on the trunk of the tree beside him.
The trunk of the tree snapped in response.
The rain was still pouring like pillars, the fog in the forest was thicker, clouds of white smoke were scattering everywhere, and the trees were even more hazy with only a shadow left.
The black-clothed people who searched for targets in the woods couldn't help but beat drums in their hearts.
Previously, they had besieged Yan Yuan in the open field of the forest, forcing him to be unable to hide in the forest, but now he had to search deep into the woods.
This Beile Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, the mountains are dangerous, the strange rocks are dense, the fog is heavy, there are often hunters into the mountain, ten days and a half months can not come out of the strange thing happens, but also heard that there are often fierce beasts infested.
In case of bad luck......
For the sake of this operation, the casualties of the companions were very large, and it was already a fluke to be able to survive, and now knowing that there is an unknown danger ahead, who is willing to take this risk?
After all, money and fame can only be enjoyed if you have a life.
With such a mentality, where can you find people?
An hour passed, two hours passed, and the heavy rain showed no sign of stopping.
The black-clothed men who returned one after another were soaked and drenched, and stood in front of the leader with embarrassed and dejected expressions, reporting that no one had been found.
The leader of the men in black leaning under a big tree to hide from the rain had a very ugly face, and his eagle eyes shone with bloodthirsty light.
I couldn't help but kick my nearest companion with indignation, and cursed in my mouth: "What a bunch of waste! Useless stuff! ”
The man in black who was kicked was unsteady on his feet, and fell directly to the ground, and when he landed, he was scratched by the branches that grew horizontally, and several blood marks immediately appeared on his face.
The rest of the men in black all looked at him sympathetically, and quickly bowed their heads, for fear that such a bad luck would befall them.