Sneer-" Several sharp arrows flew past Leng Yifei's body, "poof-" A slight sound of flesh scurrying into his ears swept into the corner of his eye, and an arrow hit Yu Qian's right shoulder, causing him to shake.

Leng Yifei's eyes narrowed, a handful of Yu Qian pulled behind him, the scimitar in his hand was thrown out, and the cyan knife light drew a cold arc of light in the air, and returned to his hand, and the blood on the necks of several archers in front of him spurted wildly, and they fell to the ground and rolled down the slope. He carried Yu Qian's swaying body on his back, gritted his teeth and ran down the slope to the top of the mountain, the wound on his body was not healed, he ran quickly, the wound burst, the blood faintly soaked his clothes, and the stinging sensation penetrated from the surface of his body into the inside, but he couldn't care about it anymore. He carried Yu Qian on his back and quickly crossed the defense line arranged by the archers on the mountain, and quickly ran upward.

"Xiu Xiu-" There were arrows passing behind him, Leng Yifei's heartstrings tightened, and his steps were faster, and when he saw a boulder not far ahead, he was overjoyed, and his body jumped up in the air, wanting to jump behind the boulder to avoid the arrows. Who knew that before the toes hit the ground, they saw "brush-" a few cold lights slashing towards him, and he was shocked, twisted his body to dodge, and could fall to the ground, and a few more knife lights swept his waist. He dodged, and with a movement of his wrist, the Sen Han knife flashed, and only a few screams were heard. Several people were immediately stabbed and fell.

"Poof-" Leng Yifei didn't look back, and the scimitar in his hand stabbed into the chest of a person behind him. The man held his long knife aloft, the blade was only an inch from the back of Leng Yifei's head, but his heart had been pierced, and he looked at Leng Yifei for a moment with a look of disbelief, and then fell on his back.

Before the blood on the blade dripped down, three people were lying down in front of Leng Yifei. In the end, the man was not afraid, and flew towards Leng Yifei with a knife, the blade in his hand was straight, the blood groove was regular, and the rainbow texture on the knife body was revealed under the sun.

Leng Yifei's eyes narrowed, and the scimitar cut a dazzling cold light.

"Qiang—" The man's forward figure instantly took a few steps back.

Leng Yifei's face moved slightly, as if he was surprised that the other party had dodged his knife.

The man gasped, his eyes staring at Leng Yifei for a moment. The hand holding the knife trembled slightly. He used all his strength for that knife just now, but he didn't expect Leng Yifei's knife to come first, the blade was still half a foot away from him, and the tip of the opponent's knife had almost touched his eyebrows. Frightened, the knife spun immediately, slammed on his knife, and his body quickly retreated.

"You can actually see my knife path clearly," Leng Yifei looked at him and said, "Who are you from Zheroba?" ”

The man didn't speak, his eyes were fixed on him, and cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

"Is Jeroba here?" Leng Yifei continued: "He sent you to kill me? ”

The man still did not speak.

"You're not my opponent," Leng Yifei said, "If you don't want to die, get out!" ”

The man stared at him for a moment, and suddenly there was a violent roar, and the whole person galloped towards Leng Yi like an arrow from the string, and the knife in his hand turned into a circle of knife shadows and slashed past.

Leng Yifei's eyes flashed coldly, and the knife was out. With a "clang-" sound, the man and Leng Yifei staggered by, and ran far behind him before stopping.

"Plop—", the man fell to his knees, then fell straight to the ground, blood gushing from his throat, and the expression on his face was frozen, something indescribably weird.

"Bang-" Leng Yifei's arm holding the knife hurt, and a long bloody mouth appeared. A golden light swept in front of him, throwing out a dazzling arc of light, and a red figure flew out of the air, manipulating the golden light in his hand.

Leng Yifei's eyes narrowed, "Sure enough, it's you!" ”

With a strange laugh, the extremely strange face of Jeroba appeared in front of him.

"How?" Zheroba smiled strangely: "This feng shui treasure land prepared for you by this seat is not bad, right?" ”

"You're trading his life for an arm for me, aren't you?" Leng Yifei said coldly.

"Isn't his life worth it?" Jeropa glanced at the man who had fallen to the ground motionless, "Dorangi is the most proud disciple in this seat, and I wanted to exchange his life for your life." ”

"It's a pity that you didn't get what you wanted." Leng Yifei said: "I hope his death is worthwhile." ”

"He won't die in vain," Jeropa's face turned cold

, "With you to bury him, he should be blinded." ”

"Really? Are you so confident? Leng Yifei hooked the corners of his lips, and his voice was mocking.

"Are you scared?" Jeroba took a step forward and said with compassion. A long scar on his neck looked unusually hideous.

"Please wait a minute."

"What, what do you want to leave behind?" Jeroba sneered.

Leng Yifei ignored him, and asked sideways, "Lord Yu, how are you?" ”

As if due to excessive blood loss, Yu Qian's face was unusually pale, and his spirit was also a little sluggish. ”

"Lord Yu, I'm offended." Leng Yifei said that Yu Qian put it down, and saw that the arrow on his shoulder trembled slightly, and there was an arrow stuck in his back, and he was shocked, he should have been shot when he was running towards the mountain, and he didn't know if it hurt the point. But I don't have time to take a good look at it right now.

Yu Qian seemed to see what he was thinking, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, "I'm really fine," glancing at Zheroba opposite, "If you don't get rid of him, I'm afraid you and I won't be able to live." ”

Leng Yifei nodded and helped him sit down next to the boulder. Then he said to Jeropa: "Don't you want to kill me, then let the horse come!" ”

"This is the third time you've fought with me," the muscles on Jeroba's face tugged, "I hope there won't be a fourth." ”

"You're so preoccupied, do you look forward to another time?" Leng Yifei stared at him, "If you want to kill me, why do you want to involve others?" ”

"You're wrong," Jeroba said lightly, "I brought you here because all three of you deserve to die!" ”

"Oh?" Leng Yifei's face twitched.

"Your life, I want," Zheluoba looked at him and his gaze seemed to turn into a sharp arrow, "Yang Muyun's life, Second Highness He wants." After a pause, "I'm happy that you're dead; Yang Muyun is dead, and he is relieved. In this way, there will be no one to compete with the Second Highness for the Lord of Qi Qike. ”

"What about him?" Leng Yifei's eyes glanced at Yu Qian, who was sitting against the boulder.

"He?" Zheroba smiled, his cheekbones were high, his cheeks were deep, and he smiled, which made people look creepy, "The little abacus of the Ross Department can be hidden from others, but it can't be hidden from this seat, Sain Polo colluded with the Ming Kingdom and wanted to rebel against the Great Khan, so this seat will help him add fire and get rid of this Ming envoy." Broke Sain Polo's thoughts...... Well, am I right? ”

"You think you can do it?" Leng Yifei took a step forward and said coldly.

"You seem to be very confident in yourself," the corners of Zheluoba's mouth twitched, "You Han people have a saying that two fists are hard to beat four hands, there are no less than hundreds of elite soldiers under the mountain, all of them are equipped with strong bows and crossbows, even if Yang Muyun has three heads and six arms...... the corners of his eyes raised, "How long do you think he can support him?" I'm afraid that someone will come over and shoot this surnamed Yu to death with an arrow while you are fighting with this seat! ”

A cold light flashed in Leng Yifei's eyes, and the blood oozing from the wound on his arm flowed down the crook of his arm to his wrist, and then slid down the hilt to the blade, and the last drop fell to the ground.

"You'd better do it before your blood runs out," Jeroba said, "or you'll never have a chance." ”

"You've got too much nonsense." Leng Yifei's words did not fall, and his figure suddenly rose. A cold light flew in front of Jeropa.

"Qiang—" The two of them each took a half step back.

"Isn't that going to be sustainable?" With a hint of disdain on his face, "You'd better not let this seat down." ”

Leng Yifei's gaze froze.

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"Bang-" Where Yang Muyun's double-edged knife danced, several heads flew up, and the blood in the cavity splashed out like a fountain.

"Poof—" He was hit by another arrow in the back of his shoulder, gritted his teeth, reached out and snapped the shaft of the arrow, and sped up the slope on the other side. Arrows rained down head-on, and the people behind him surged more and more, and he had to fight a bloody way to get a glimmer of life.

"Tom-" He kicked one of the people who came at him, snatched the shield from his hand, rubbed it on his head, and was running when he was hit by another arrow in the thigh. He didn't dare to pull it out, so he broke the shaft of the arrow and continued to rush forward

, because the opponent shoots wolf's tooth arrows, and there are barbs on the arrows, forcibly pulling them out will enlarge the wound and make the injury more serious.

Seeing that he had rushed to the side of several archers on the mountain, before their bowstrings were full, he rolled on the ground, and the double-edged knife was swung out, cutting off their thighs at the root. Several archers let out a terrible howl, threw away their bows and arrows, and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground in pain.

Yang Muyun was about to rush over, his eyes were dark, and with a "bang", a strong blow hit the shield in his left hand, his arm was numb, his feet were unstable, and he took a few steps back. When he looked closely, he saw a burly and stout Tartar general holding a large hammer howling and rushing towards him. He was about to dodge when his feet tightened, and it turned out that he was holding his calf by the archers who had fallen to the ground with broken legs.

He was about to kick them away, when the sledgehammer was already in his face, and seeing that the situation was critical, an iron plate bridge was avoided on his back, and with a wave of his hand, a cold light cut at the wrist of the Tartar general holding the hammer.

"Click-" Both hands were chopped off alive along with the hammer. The Tartar general shouted and rushed forward, hugged Yang Muyun and rolled down the mountain. He was in a hurry, raised his knife and stabbed him in the back of the heart, the Tartar general screamed and bit him in the face, and in his eagerness, Yang Muyun crossed his elbow and pressed his throat fiercely, and the Tartar opened the official's mouth a few times and then remained motionless.

Finally pushing him away, a group of Tartars pounced again. Yang Muyun swung his knife and slashed a few people, but the Tartar soldiers gathered more and more, and he gradually became a little powerless. "Snort-" The crook of the leg was poked by a spear, Yang Muyun knelt on one knee, his hair was scattered, and he saw a Tartar raise a knife to slash at him, his left wrist was raised, and a sleeve arrow did not enter the opponent's throat, and the Tartar fell on his back.

Yang Muyun puffed up his breath and rose into the air, stepped on the shoulders of several people and twisted himself into a somersault, immediately jumped out of the ground, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, he immediately staggered towards a place where there were few people.

Not far away, suddenly a row of archers suddenly stood up in front of him, Yang Muyun's heart sank, knowing that it would be difficult to escape, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Woo-" Arrows flew past his sideburns, and a series of screams erupted behind him. He opened his eyes in astonishment, and the archers in front of him fired a barrage of arrows at the Tartars behind him.

"What's going on?" Just when he was puzzled, a very delicate face came into view, "Mu Yun ......"

"Is that you, Mei'er?" Yang Muyun's heart was excited, but he saw Lin Mei'er's wrist flip, and two emei thorns with cold light pierced into the chests of the two Tartars behind him.

"My lord, I'm here." An unusually tall and muscular figure emerged, with a simple face with a long beard.

"Yes, I don't say anything." Yang Muyun was surprised, only to see him brandishing a machete and rushing into the group of Tartars like a mad tiger, slashing left and right, invincible. An equally tall and sturdy figure also rushed out, his blond hair and blue eyes stood out in the crowd, it was Alexey, he greeted Yang Muyun, and then brandished a heavy sword to kill the Tartars.

When the man they brought with them shot an arrow, they drew their swords and slew them.

Zheluoba selected 200 elite soldiers to ambush both sides of the valley, together with more than 60 cavalry escorting Yang Muyun and the three of them. More than 200 people attacked the three of them.

Yang Muyun desperately slashed and killed sixty or seventy people, and because of the number of arrows in his body, he gradually became unable to support it. was at a loss, Lin Meier led people to kill.

The incident happened suddenly, and the Tartars didn't expect that there would be a group of people and horses to kill, so they were caught off guard and were caught off guard by a rain of arrows, and immediately shot over dozens of people. Lin Mei'er, Mo Buyu, and Alexei led hundreds of fresh troops to kill the remaining less than two hundred Tartars, like chopping melons and vegetables.

"How did you know you were here and coming?" Yang Muyun fought side by side with them and asked Lin Mei'er.

"When you count the stars with me at night, you fell asleep first," Lin Mei'er winked at him playfully, "I wanted to accompany you until dawn, but I saw someone sneaking out of the Tartar camp, so I followed...... Fortunately, it wasn't too late! ”

"How did Mo Buyu and Alexey lead the men out of the monolith?" Yang Muyun asked again.

"I asked them to bring people out secretly, these are all of the 800 people we brought, a total of 200 were singled out, I wanted to save you from the Tartar camp last night, who knew that I saved you here." Lin Meier said with a smile.