On a fork in the desolate mountain forest adjacent to Hedong County and Sanchuan County, two figures appeared.

"Both roads have their scent, and this one has the smell of the Flowing Cloud Pony." A younger man, like a dog, sniffs the remaining scents in the air.

His crimson nose was much larger than normal, and the wings of his nose were constantly opening and closing, catching the faintest scent. This is his innate talent, and it is also the reason why they were able to track Jing Ge all the way.

"They abandoned their horses and ran away?" The other old man wondered.

"Did they find us? No way. He muttered to himself, not expecting Jing Ge to sense their existence at all.

He pondered for a while, "To be on the safe side, go after them separately." "The man said that the person he wanted to kill was with a woman who didn't know martial arts, in the second-grade realm. And his disciple has already reached the fourth-grade realm, and it is more than enough to deal with these two people, and there is nothing to worry about separating.

With that, he stepped on the treetops in the woods and flew towards the path where the Flowing Cloud Pony had disappeared. The man with the big nose sniffed and walked into the woods.

Jing Ge and Yue'er hid in the forest and saw that the man was approaching them.

"That's how they tracked us." Jing Ge suddenly realized. I have heard that some perfumers have extremely sensitive noses and can distinguish dozens of different scents mixed together, which is no weaker than that of stalker dogs. Come to think of it, this person has such an extremely rare talent.

When Jing Ge saw him, he was sure that he didn't come with good intentions, because he was so ugly and disgusting. I also dispelled the idea of going out to say hello to him and saying to him that all brothers in the four seas were brothers.

The first strike is stronger, since it is sure that it is the enemy, then there is nothing to hesitate. Jing Ge silently pulled out his bow and arrow, shooting an arrow at his heart.

The arrows were already coated with poison, and it only took a little bit of skin to cut the man's death.

"Dare to sneak up on me?" The man swung the iron rod in his hand and easily removed the arrow.

Jing Ge didn't have much hope for this arrow, this person was much stronger than the previous bandits. He walked out with his sword in hand, and looked at the man calmly.

The man in front of him had thief eyebrows and rat eyes, his two eyes were round and small, and he kept turning. The big red nose was incongruously embedded in the face. The complexion is sickly pale, as if the sun has not been seen all year round.

The exposed area was scarred, and some yellow pus dripped from time to time from the rolled flesh, and a fishy smell could be smelled from a long distance. The fingers holding a pitch-black iron rod have no nails. It's hard to imagine how many scars are hidden in the thin body beneath the baggy new clothes.

Jing Ge frowned, although the person in front of him was injured, he was a genuine fourth-grade powerhouse, and it could be seen from the arrow just now that his reaction and strength were far beyond ordinary people.

"Why are you following us?" Jing Ge asked.

"Truly." The man laughed harshly, "Of course it's killing you." ”

"Who sent you?" Jing Ge asked again.

The man's pupils shrank when he heard Jing Ge's words, as if he had touched the fear deep in his heart. Immediately said viciously, "Dead people don't need to know so much. ”

Jing Ge sighed, "It's really pitiful. Do you think you'll be free by killing us? ”

The man's face turned astonished, "How do you know—" he said halfway, and then stopped, as if he felt that he should not have said this.

"How do I know that the man promised to set you free if you kill us?" Jing Ge caught the change in his mood and knew that what he expected was not bad. The interface immediately said.

"Of course I know, but it's a pity that you don't know that the person he wants you to kill is the only daughter of the imperial general Shangguan Junhong and the son of Jing Shuai, once you miss, you will definitely die, even if you succeed in killing us, he will definitely kill you." He stared at the other person, observing the subtle movements of the comer, trying to convince him to give up.

"Are you the son of Jing Shuai?" The man stared at Jing Ge carefully.

"Yes, you shouldn't help the abuse, think about how they treat you, and do you have to work for them to deal with me?" Jing Ge looked directly at him and asked, he could naturally guess who sent them.

They are in the realm of the fourth or sixth grade, but they have so many injuries on their bodies, these are the traces left by years of torture. There is only one place where such masters can be imprisoned and tortured with cruelty, and that is the prison of the Fifth Division.

It should be the prison of Hedong County, let the two prisoners come out to hunt them down, but I don't know if it is Mo Kun's intention.

"Regardless of success or failure, they will definitely kill you afterwards, and it is inconvenient for them to take action themselves, so they will send you two to die."

"No way, the lord promised to give us freedom when it was done." The man's eyes turned red and mad.

Jing Ge knew that it was not that he didn't believe his words, but that he remembered the dark experience in the prison. He didn't want to let go of even the slightest opportunity, or would rather die than go back to prison, and fear drove him crazy.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to go back to prison, I must kill you." The man no longer hesitated, and rushed forward with an iron rod.

Jing Ge's long sword was sheathed, and he held the hilt of the sword with both hands to block it. He felt numb in his mouth and took a few steps back.

"You might as well just run away and hide, presumably the Fifth Division won't be so easy to catch you again." Jing Ge tried to remind him.

But as if he hadn't heard that, he rushed up again without saying a word.

Yes, there should be someone in the Fifth Division who is following them to monitor it, hiding the breath, I didn't notice it, Jing Ge suddenly thought of this. In order to prevent these two from escaping, the Fifth Division will definitely send someone to secretly follow. And the people who follow are only stronger than them.

Jing Ge was slightly distracted for a moment, and the man had already rushed to the front of him. The pitch-black iron rod in his hand roared through the air and smashed down, Jing Ge dodged in embarrassment, and was almost hit.

The realm of the third grade is already the realm of masters, and the internal force of the realm of the fourth grade is much stronger than that of the junior third grade.

There was a faint layer of white light on the outside of that person, shrouded in a layer of true qi, protecting his body. This layer of faint true qi is like mist, but the defensive power is very amazing, maybe comparable to armor. Jing Ge wasn't sure if the shattered blades of the sword would be able to pierce his body.

Jing Ge kept changing direction and moving, and the speed was extremely fast, and he didn't dare to shake that person. In the first blow before, he found that he had underestimated the four-rank realm too much, thinking that he was amazingly talented and could fight with him. I didn't think that the man's strength was transmitted through the weapon, which was enough to shake him to a serious injury.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that I am not familiar with the power in my body and cannot use it flexibly.

The man began to be ruthless, and his speed was better than Jing Ge's. He was a little irritable, because he hadn't been able to touch Jing Ge for so long, and this feeling was like a punch on cotton, empty.

Laugh at!

Jing Ge couldn't dodge it after all, and a large piece of flesh on his right arm was rubbed off by the iron rod that stabbed him, and blood gushed out. At the same time, his left hand clenched into a fist and slammed into the man's heart with all his might.

That person was a little happy when he saw Jing Ge attack him. He had long been tired of Jing Ge hiding around like a loach, and it only took one blow from a head-on attack to make him seriously injured and dying. So he didn't hesitate to raise his other palm and push it out.

There was a crunch bang, and it was the sound of broken ceramics.

Jing Ge pretended to punch, but only halfway through it, he opened his palm and threw a small bottle out of his hand. Then he withdrew his hands and crossed them into a cross, blocking the man's hasty palm.

Even if he had taken precautions and blocked this palm, he still flew upside down like a kite with a broken string for more than ten steps, spewing out a mouthful of blood mist, and stood up with difficulty holding on to his sword. The pain in both arms was excruciating, and they were almost broken.

That bottle was naturally the poison given to him by Shangguan Junyue. The man on the other side smashed his palm, and he didn't have time to react, and some of the powdered poison scattered on his arm.

Luo Feng, the son of the city lord of Anyi City, died under this toxin. The man's arm blackened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the domineering toxin spread along the arm.

The man was shocked, and immediately sat cross-legged on the ground to remove the toxin, he was far from being able to do it without a weak physique, and he could temporarily suppress the toxin in his arm, so that it would not spread to the whole body, but he didn't dare to move.

In the distance, Shangguan Junyue saw that Jing Ge was injured, the man couldn't move, the longbow in his hand was raised, and it was aimed at the throat of the person sitting on the ground, Yue'er was sure that he was powerless to dodge this arrow.

It's just that she didn't out, but put away her longbow and ran towards Jing Ge, supported him, took out a few pills and stuffed them into his mouth.

Jing Ge swallowed the medicine, suddenly pushed Shangguan Junyue away, pulled out the long sword, turned around and stabbed out, and the internal power and true qi in his body gushed out wildly, all of which poured into the long sword.

Behind him was an old man with a half-cut goatee, his beard was very thin, and he appeared quietly at some point. Jing Ge thought that he should have been pulled out a lot one by one, and his body was also covered with scars left by various tortures.

Tricky sword, Jing Ge tried his best to infuse more than a dozen dark energy into the sword. The old man stretched out his palm and pressed it against the tip of the sword, which began to shatter an inch from his palm, but it failed to splash out, lost its strength, and fell straight to the ground.

Jing Ge spewed out a mouthful of blood mist at the old man, who gently flicked his sleeve and tossed the blood beads aside. Like a phantom, he stepped forward and raised his hand to pinch Jing Ge's neck. His eyes were a little gloomy.

"The son of Jing Shuai." He whispered.

"The old man can't help himself, and he has to do something with a conscience." The old man sighed, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Jing Ge said with difficulty, "You should know that he can't let you regain your freedom." ”

"It's good to have a little hope, even if I die, at least my poor daughter will live." The old man said dejectedly.

If they can live, who wants to die. Jing Ge stopped talking, it turned out that he also had a daughter in the hands of the Fifth Division. In this case, no matter what Jing Ge says, it is useless, and it is difficult to convince him to let himself go.

He originally wanted to say, anyway, the two of you are going to die sooner or later, so it's better to kill yourself, why bother to pull this commander.

"Little girl, give me the antidote, I'll let you go, the man didn't say he wanted to kill you." The old man said to Shangguan Junyue.

Shangguan Junyue took out a pill and said, "You let him go, and I will give you the antidote." ”

The old man shook his head, "Even if I let go now, I'll kill him later." The old man did not hide it, and said frankly that in fact he had a mortal heart. All that is done now is to save the daughter who was under the surveillance of the Fifth Division.

"I'll use this antidote to change a chance for him, the antidote is for you, let him go, let's go for half an hour first, and then you can chase and kill." Shangguan Junyue didn't wait for him to respond after speaking, and directly threw the pill to him.

He reached out to catch it, and Jing Ge took the opportunity to struggle, as if trying to pull away his thin but pincer-like fingers.

Half an hour first? Now that the Liuyun Horse is gone, how far can you run in half an hour? So he let go of Jing Ge.