The old man still didn't try too hard, and didn't jump off the cliff with us. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But the guy slapped his palm in the air, and it was as if the whole sky was over.

In the countryside, there are many strange people.

I was in the air, and I couldn't move at all, only to fall rapidly. And at this time, the old ghost finally showed his strong advantages. The body twisted, but he grabbed my and Xiaomi'er's hands, and in mid-air, he had more strength out of thin air, and glided forward.

We didn't fall vertically into the lake, but cut in at a very small angle.

This cut greatly eased the splash as we entered the water, and after entering the black, icy water, I didn't stop for a moment, dragging everyone forward and diving away.

I still remember the other party's long arrow, which is condescending at the moment, and the power may be even greater.

Fortunately, it was night, and it was dark, and even if there was a flashlight, it was so far away that nothing could be seen, so although there were arrows falling from the cliff, it was not accurate. It doesn't threaten us at all.

I paid special attention as I swam and noticed that no one jumped down.

Obviously, after experiencing the fact that I killed two water battle masters during the day, the other party has been wary.

They finally understood that this guy who had come over ≡ chased and killed him, since he dared to do such a thing to provoke the Jingmen Huang family, he was simply a second bastard who did not enter the water, and no one was afraid.

We are not fat on the board, but hedgehogs covered in thorns.

Although the hedgehog is small, it can make countless beasts fear.

Because while killing us, the beast is estimated to be extremely damaged, and whether this damage can withstand it is really a big question.

Our escape went smoothly, as we climbed to the island closest to the cliff, and the man lay among the wet wetland reeds, constantly breathing in the cold air. The old ghost was also panting next to me, as if he was even more tired than me.

I heard something unusual and sat up. Ask him if he was injured.

The old ghost turned around and showed me, only then did I realize that the old man's palm in the air was huge, and the back of the old ghost was actually scorched.

I was taken aback and said what was going on?

The old ghost smiled bitterly, and said that the strength of that guy's hand was faintly thunderous, and he could automatically find people, and among the three of us, I had the most yin qi, so I was hurt the most - in the end, it was a person from the Jingmen Huang family, even the most unproductive brother, who had such powerful means.

I said, can you still hold on?

The old ghost said that if I were an ordinary blood clan, maybe I would really die in his palm, but Lao Tzu does not live on human blood, and he can walk freely in the sun.

I nodded, and said okay, if I confront this old guy again, I'll deal with him.

The old ghost said with some worry: "You are not his opponent! ”

I clenched my fists and said that if I don't experience wind and rain, how can I see a rainbow, but I am just an old man who has not fought with anyone in my life, and I have not been in vain for so long, and I will still work hard.

The old ghost reminded me, saying that when you have nothing to do, you should feel more about the swordsmanship of the South China Sea - although the swords are very different, but the principles are the same, if you can carry forward your Yixian sword, it may not be possible to find another way and find a way of your own.

I nodded, remembering the images that came to mind the moment I attacked and killed Mabaitin.

In the past, I always felt that the essence of the South China Sea inheritance given to me by Master was those methods and moves, but now that I think about it, what is really worth studying is precisely those artistic conceptions and pictures that are useless.

These inheritance from the experience and perception of the predecessors in the artistic conception, is the most expressive place, as long as you can integrate your own feelings into it, you can enter the Tao from the arts, become a real master.

What is a master?

It's not that with a sword or sword, being able to bully some ordinary people is already considered powerful, a real master, to put it simply, is to abuse a cultivator and abuse ordinary people.

This is the most simple truth, just like when I was in Xiaodaozhai, the time when I fought the great monk of Liangchen with a sword.

The great monk of Liangchen said that if you want me to stop, unless the knife in my hand is broken.

With a flick of the sword, the sword broke.

Things are so simple, how powerful the great monk of Liangchen is, holding us is like teasing cats and dogs, but in front of the word sword, the proud blade will be broken, if I can reach this realm, the world is so big, where can I go?

I quietly felt in my heart, and did not take the opportunity to transfer the tiger away from the mountain to go into the village to make another wave, but lay down in the muddy ground with the old ghost to rest.

None of us are iron-clad, and although we are all cultivators, it does not mean that we are perpetual motion machines.

We've been on the run for two days and one night before, and now we're attacking more non-stop and luring snakes out of their holes, and we're so tired that we're dogs, and if we force our attacks, we'll easily catch those who are waiting for work.

So instead of forcing yourself, it's better to recharge your energy and wait for the opportunity.

In fact, the moment the throat of the most important tracker, Mabaitin, was cut by the old ghost, we had already turned the situation around and turned the passive into the active.

Without that annoying fly to follow, we can fight and go, and our mobility is greatly enhanced.

In fact, if we find a way to fly away at this moment, these people may not be able to catch up, and they will definitely not be able to keep up, but at this moment, both me and the old ghost are a little bored.

If we leave at this moment, we may get some peace, but soon, there will definitely be new people to join, especially the reward order issued by the Huang family in Jingmen, and it will also allow many innocent Jianghu organizations and individual guests like Lijiang Thirteen Darts to join this pursuit team.

So we have to stand up, beat the other party all at once, and show those guys who are about to move, this money is not easy to earn.

If you're not careful, it's going to kill you!

Since we want to fight, we have to fight to the end, I rested with the old ghost for more than an hour, and finally turned around a little, and at this time, Xiao'er also took advantage of our rest to catch seven or eight fish and came over to us.

This little guy knew that he had caused trouble, but he was very well-behaved along the way, and served carefully, like a girl in the landlord's house in the old society.

I don't really know why the Japanese are so good at it, but in order to recover my strength, I had to cut it with a dagger, chew the fishy and tender fish repeatedly, and swallow it, feeling that the food was turning into energy little by little.

In the second half of the night, the old ghost and I set off again, this time, our target had become the Huang family's chasers in the village.

These guys who specialize in doing dirty work for the Huang family in Jingmen are all outlaws, although we have killed and injured some of them, but there are still a lot of combat power, especially the old man Huang and the middle-aged man who led the team, they are all very powerful masters.

At least now I and the old ghost can't go head-to-head with him and win.

If we foolishly attack us, we are afraid that we will eventually lie down on the ground.

However, I think that after these battles, although the enemy has increased their vigilance, their morale should have fallen to the bottom.

The most critical point is that the other party may not have expected that the prey they have been chasing has turned into a hideous hunter.

They may have thought about it, but they're not sure we'll come back.

According to our previous habits, maybe they have already embarked on the road of escape, and what they need to do next may be to find two people to send the wounded and corpses back, and then report to regather the men and horses to start another round of pursuit.

These should be the things that the middle-aged leader and a few backbones should have considered, but they may not be able to guess that we are back, and we are murderous.

We cautiously approached the small drop-water village of the Mosuo people, and saw two people on the side of the water looking warily at the lake.

We had to land at a great distance, wring out our wet clothes, and slowly approaching the village.

Outside the village, we observed for more than half an hour, and determined that because of the number of people, the other party could only make two whistles, and at most one secret whistle.

As for the rest, either rest or take care of the wounded, and there is no other manpower.

This is undoubtedly good news for us. Tuhuan Yacai.

We approached slowly from the west, then sneaked into the village, and cautiously navigated the shadows of the house and the walls, and soon discovered the men's station.

Not only because there was a light there, but also because there was a faint call.

The one who was screaming in pain should be the guy who was bitten by the old ghost.

At this moment, he has become a blood slave, his body has begun to mutate, the blood temperature is gradually rising, the high temperature makes his brain fall into a daze, and his whole body is extremely painful, and all of this is manipulated by the old ghost, hoping to drag down the spirit of this group of people.

We approached slowly following the cries, and kept an eye out for possible outposts at all times.

For this, the old ghost is the most familiar, and the millet is the lightest.

She was sent by us to keep an eye on the two sentinels, jumped onto the roof, and disappeared in a few moments.

The old ghost and I continued to walk, and when we were about to reach the great courtyard, we suddenly heard the low cry abruptly stop, and we hurriedly shrank ourselves and hid in a corner.

After a few minutes, the old ghost whispered in the darkness, "They slaughtered their own people!" ”

What a ruthless heart!