No wonder she was gone when I woke up before dawn. When I thought of this, my heart was relieved, and I felt a throbbing pain everywhere in my body. He doesn't remember exactly how many wounds he had received. There were a few arrow wounds where he broke the shaft of the arrow, and the arrow was still in the flesh, and he didn't feel pain when he tensed his nerves to fight, and when he relaxed, he felt pain everywhere in his body.

"How are you?" Lin Mei'er saw that his face was wrong, and asked with concern.

"It's okay, I can't die yet." Yang Muyun gritted his teeth, and the double-edged knife was thrown, stabbing through the chest of a Tartar who was secretly aiming at Lin Mei'er and was about to bend his bow and arrow.

Yang Muyun limped forward and pulled the double-edged knife from the Tartar corpse. As soon as her elbow tightened, she was held by Lin Meier's hand.

"You've been hurt so much?" Lin Mei'er frowned, "Go and rest, don't move anymore." ”

"I don't care," Yang Muyun gasped, his eyes staring at the opposite mountain, "Brother Leng and Master Yu are over there, I don't know what's going on now, get rid of the Tartars here, we have to hurry over." ”

"I know," Lin Meier comforted him, "Leave everything to me, you still ......"

Yang Muyun waved his hand to stop her words, and limped down the mountain, two Tartars rushed towards him one left and one right, the knife flashed, blood sprayed in the cavity of his chest and neck, and he fell to the ground.

Lin Meier was stunned for a moment and followed closely.

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"Qiang-" The two figures flashed by like lightning, and a golden light fell to the ground in two, which was a golden cymbal cut in half.

Leng Yifei drew a long bloody wound on his back, and the blood soaked the clothes behind him.

Zheroba turned his face sideways and smiled darkly, "Leng Yifei, this seat wants to see how much blood you still have to flow." ”

"Before my blood runs dry," Leng Yifei stared at him coldly, "my blade has slashed your throat." ”

The cold breath in his voice made Zheroba shudder, making him have to re-examine this opponent who was cold to the bone. He had been wounded in two places, not fatal, but not light, but his face showed no pain, as if the body was not his. He was like a wolf, a lonely, wounded steppe wolf, no matter how injured he was, this wolf would not wail.

The muscles on Zheroba's face trembled, and he clutched his cuffs, and there was a sharp blade hidden inside, and it was this sharp blade that cut a scar on Leng Yifei's back.

"It's a pity," he sighed to himself, "if it were half a minute faster, it would penetrate his heart and turn him into a cold corpse." Thinking of this, his eyebrows raised, if he could avoid this time, he must not let him avoid the next time. The hand holding the blade tightened, and was about to deliver another fatal blow......

"Master Jeroba......" A hurried shout rang out in his ears, forcing him to turn his face sideways and follow the sound from which it had come from.

Several of his men rushed up from the bottom of the mountain in a panic.

"Lord Jeroba," the first one shouted, "they ...... They have killed, and almost all of our people have been killed by them. ”

"Who is it?" Jeroba was taken aback, "Could it be that girl from Zizik?" No, don't say she doesn't know her arrangement, even if she does, they don't dare to openly tear their faces with themselves, so who could it be? ”

"Huh-" A sharp arrow flew like a meteor and stabbed into the vest of a man, who fell to the ground without snorting, and after a few twitches, he remained motionless.

"Run, Lord Jeropa," the other hurriedly shouted, "there are so many of them that it will be too late if they don't run." Before the words fell, several sharp arrows flew in, and the remaining people fell to the ground screaming.

"It's not good, it's the Ming army." Zheroba opened his eyes, and from the sound of the bowstring and the shape of the sharp arrow, he could see that this was the standard weapon of the Ming army. "Strange, why did the Ming army come here?"

While he was thinking, a group of people rushed to him, although they were all dressed as steppe men, Jeroba could still see the difference, they lacked a kind of fierce air of a steppe warrior.

"Lord Yu......," shouted a young man who was lying on the back of a man like a mountain, and rushed to Yu Qian, who was leaning on the rock. That young man was Yang Muyun, when he rushed up the hill, he couldn't hold it anymore, Mo Buyu and Alexei rushed to carry him, but he still gave Mo Buyu this opportunity.

Yu Qian glanced at him, and he had no strength to speak.

"Quick, let me down." Yang Muyun patted Mo Buyu's thick back. When he was a little shorter, he jumped down and limped towards Yu Qian.

"Yang Muyun?" Jeroba's heart was shocked, "He's not dead yet?" ”

A handsome young man dressed as a man rushed out of the crowd and shouted at Leng Yifei, "Senior brother, you, you are injured!" She wore a thick velvet hat and a long robe, but she could not hide her graceful figure.

"Don't come here!" Leng Yifei stopped him, and slowly added, "I'm fine!" ”

The young man's clear eyes moistened a little, and his voice became a little choked, "Senior brother, I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

Leng Yifei's cold face rarely showed a faint smile, "You are very good, it's not too late." ”

The boy glanced at Jeropa, his body suddenly rose, his wrist flipped over, and two cold rays stabbed at him.

"Ding-" Leng Yifei's figure fell in front of her at some point, forcing her back a few steps.

"Senior brother, ...... you" The young man's eyes widened in astonishment.

"This is a matter between me and him," Leng Yifei said coldly, "You stand aside for me." ”

"Mei'er," Yang Muyun beckoned someone to take care of Yu Qian, walked towards her, and persuaded: "Brother Leng doesn't like to let others interfere in his own affairs, so you better step down with me!" ”

Lin Mei'er saw that he was struggling to walk, and hurriedly went over to support him, "Look at you, you are so seriously injured, and you are still walking around, ......" Seeing that many people were aiming their bows and arrows at Zheluopa, they shouted: "Put down the bow and arrow!" ”

Everyone was stunned.

"Didn't you hear what Mr. Lin said?" Mo Buyu shouted loudly: "Don't put it down quickly!" ”

......

Seeing that he had been surrounded, Jeropa's face changed, and the trend of advantages and disadvantages immediately changed, which caught him a little off guard.

"Scared?" The corners of Leng Yifei's mouth turned up slightly when he looked at him, as if with a hint of mockery, "Don't worry, you are mine, and no one will touch you." Seeing that his eyes were uncertain, he added, "If you defeat me, you can leave, and no one can stop you." ”

"What if I kill you?" Jeroba sneered.

"You can still leave," Leng Yifei looked solemn, "no one will stop you." ”

"Really?" Zheluoba's eyes looked towards Yang Muyun, Lin Meier and the others.

"Of course." Leng Yifei's voice was quite weighty, and he glanced at his junior sister and Yang Muyun.

"Brother Leng's words, Mei'er and I will definitely do it." Yang Muyun said loudly.

Leng Yifei nodded, and turned to Zheroba again.

"Who told you to promise for me?" Lin Mei'er glared at Yang Muyun with some anger.

"You don't know Brother Leng's temper," Yang Muyun smiled, "I can't help but agree." ”

"I don't care," Lin Mei'er slapped Yang Muyun, "If something happens to my senior brother, I will never let go of that monk." ”

"Shhhh ”

......

"Do you know you've done something stupid?" Zheroba laughed and said, "Originally, you didn't need to do it, you could have taken the life of this seat." ”

"I can kill you if I do it," Leng Yifei said lightly: "I don't want to fake it." ”

"Don't regret it." Jerobah sneered.

"I won't let you die in my hands, I'll regret it even more," Leng Yifei said: "You lost in my hands twice, and this time will not be an exception." ”

"Really?" Jeroba's triangular eyes narrowed.

Leng Yifei's face was cold, and he didn't say anything when he looked at him.

The two looked at each other quietly, and neither of them moved. The people around them also held their breath, and the whole mountain was silent for a while.

The time of a stick of incense passed, and the two still did not move. The blood from Leng Yifei's wound continued to seep out, flowing from his arm to his wrist, lying down along the blade of the scimitar, and finally dripping onto the turf under his feet.

Lin Meier couldn't bear to look at it, and just wanted to speak, but was stopped by Yang Muyun.

"Brother Leng is concentrating on his weakness, and you will hurt him as soon as you speak out." Yang Muyun whispered in her ear.

Lin Meier bit her red lip and stopped talking.

"Tick-" A bead of blood slid down the tip of the knife and fell to the ground with a strange sound

Sound. Leng Yifei's arm holding the knife trembled.

Jeroba's pupils shrank, his body swelled, and a golden light slashed towards Leng Yifei like lightning.

"K-" Leng Yifei struggled to split the golden cymbal, and Jeroba had already deceived him into front of him, and a cold light pierced his chest. "Poof—" Jerobah had even heard the sound of flesh penetrating.

"Leng Yifei, it's over." He smirked. Suddenly, the smile on his face seemed to be frozen, and his pupils instantly opened wide.

Leng Yifei quickly took a step back, a little farther away from him, blood gushing out of his chest.

"Senior brother-" Lin Mei'er exclaimed, wanting to step forward, but was stopped by Yang Muyun.

"Look at that monk." Lin Mei'er looked at his fingers, "Dang Chang-" The sharp blade in Zheluoba's hand fell to the ground, his hands covered his throat, blood continued to flow out of his fingers, and his eyes stared at Leng Yifei's left arm as if he had seen a ghost.

"You, you ......" he couldn't say the following words.

Leng Yifei's scimitar was held in his left hand at some point, and the blade was dripping with blood, but the blood was not his.

"You probably don't know yet," Leng Yifei met his gaze and said slowly, "My left hand makes the knife faster than my right hand, you shouldn't keep staring at my right hand." ”

Before the blade in Jeroba's hand stabbed into Leng Yifei's heart, the blade in Leng Yifei's hand had already cut through his throat.

The moment his throat was cut, the strength of Jeropa's whole body had disappeared, and his consciousness began to blur. As soon as the blade pierced the opponent's chest, it could not score a single point. His feet began to become vain, his mouth swayed like a drunk, he forced himself to stabilize his body, looked at Leng Yifei's eyes bulging blood red, withdrew his hands covering his neck, and grabbed Leng Yifei fiercely, the blood at the mouth of the cavity splashed out like a fountain, he only took one step, and then fell at Leng Yifei's feet, convulsed for a moment and then remained motionless.

"I said," Leng Yifei glanced at the corpse on the ground, "You have been defeated by me twice, and this time will be no exception." When the knife was returned to the sheath, his body shook a little.

"Senior brother-" Lin Mei'er ran forward and held him, "Quick, come on, bandage my senior brother's wounds......"

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Several tents were temporarily erected on the mountain, one of which was inside.

"Dangchang—" Another arrow was ripped out of Yang Muyun's flesh and thrown into an iron plate.

"......" The muscles of Yang Muyun's whole body tensed, and he bit a thick cloth in his mouth, and the roots of his teeth seemed to be bitten off. Now he is wearing only a pair of shorts, and his upper body and thighs are naked. Lin Meier, who took out the arrow for him with a knife in her hand, was also covered with cold sweat on her forehead, and after taking out this arrow, she exhaled a breath, this was the last arrow taken out of Yang Muyun's body, and there were five arrows in the iron plate.

"I didn't expect you to have so many injuries on your body." Lin Meier sighed with tears in her eyes.

Yang Muyun's mouth loosened, he couldn't help panting, and the thick cloth fell down. He grabbed his shirt and was about to put it on his body, but was stopped by Lin Mei'er, "What's the hurry?" I haven't bandaged it yet! ”

"This ...... I'll do it myself! Yang Muyun pursed his lips, his eyes flickering a little.

"Why did you come by yourself like this? And the wound on your back, how do you get to it? Lin Mei'er glanced at him with disgust, "I've seen it all, what's the use of covering it up at this time?" Pretty blushed.

"If you don't say anything, they can also help......" Yang Muyun was glared at before he finished speaking.

"I don't feel at ease with their clumsy appearance," Lin Mei'er sighed, "My senior brother went to treat Lord Yu regardless of his injuries, I don't know what's wrong?" ”

"Lord Yu was hit by two arrows, and it's not a vital point, so it shouldn't be a big problem." Yang Muyun comforted her.

"I hope so," Lin Mei'er's eyes moved slightly, "Lord Yu is a literati and doesn't know martial arts, and besides, he is old, I don't know if I can afford these two arrow wounds?" My brother's injuries ......"

"My injury is fine," the curtain was lifted, Leng Yifei walked in, looked at Yang Muyun and said, "If your injury is not serious, now prepare to go on the road together!" ”

"So fast?" Lin Mei'er was surprised: "Isn't it okay to rest for a night and go tomorrow morning?" Mu Yun's injuries are so serious......"

"The Tartars won't give us time to rest." Leng Yifei said coldly.