To be honest, when he killed that silver priest, Yang Shuang always had a pimple in his heart.

The combat power is so high, and the identity is so mysterious.

For this kind of religious, like Zoroastrianism, he has always been unable to forget the influence of his previous life.

Therefore, since that incident, the bearded guest has been secretly inquired in many ways, but unfortunately nothing has been found.

As for erasing the traces left by that silver priest, it was simply impossible.

At that time, they were in hostility with Apo and King Shanshan, and they wished that they would be destroyed sooner and provoke such a mysterious existence, and they must have added fuel to the fire and passed on their information to each other.

Look, aren't you coming to the door now!

The moment he saw the old man, Yang Shuang turned his head to the east without hesitation, and went straight to the river he had just missed.

Eat a yarn and run away first!

Sure enough, as soon as the figure writhed, the original Samoyed pounced.

"Whew!"

Yang Shuang's footsteps did not stop, he shook his hand and shot with his back, no matter what the accuracy was, he plucked the bowstring six or seven times in a row, hoping to stop the beast.

What made him depressed was that this white dog seemed to be much more powerful than the mutant earth dog he raised, his body writhing in mid-air, easily avoiding the feather arrows, and the moment his four paws landed, he jumped high again, as if playing on a trampoline!

"Fuck your uncle!"

Shooting five arrow feathers again, Yang Shuang put away his longbow, withdrew the battle shield with his right hand, unfastened the buckle of his left arm, and threw it out.

Compared to the feather arrows, the battle shield is huge, powerful and has a wider attack area!

The dog twisted its waist and prepared to dodge, but it was not a human after all, and it did not notice the shaking chains behind it.

It shifted direction, its chains trembling, and its shield arcing.

Bang!

The blow worked, the dog screamed and rolled into the ravine next to him, Yang Shuang quickly threw away the chain and ran forward with his head bored.

Without the drag of the battle shield, the speed increased again.

As he ran, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the black man who was chasing the most.

After such a delay, the distance between the two of them was only more than eighty meters, and the old man, although he was still standing in place, Yang Shuang's vigilance was even better.

The other party can wait here, thinking that he has already known that he is fighting with Tuyuhun and the party, and can also predict the route of his escape in advance

Thinking of this, Yang Shuang's scalp was a little numb.

Prophet? Or is it a servant?

If this is true, will Yuan Shoucheng and Yuan Tiangang caught in Weishui also belong to the existence of demigods like in the legend?

Wrong!

Realizing that the more he thought about it, the more outrageous it became, Yang Shuang shook his head and threw out these unrealistic thoughts.

This is a normal world, there may be fierce beasts and fierce beasts, but he has been here for more than three years, and he has really never seen the legendary qi cultivators and cultivators.

There are shamans, but they are master-level herbalists who are no different from healers.

Maybe the strength of the generals is far from being equal to that of the people of the future, and they are blessed with various special skills, but if they rush into the army, they will also die without even scum.

You don't see, as strong as the existence of the Dunhuang warrior, at that time he was alone with the Turkic 10,000 iron cavalry hedge, except for killing a few people, it doesn't seem to be much bullish, and he also lost his armor and died of the war horse.

This is not the Sui and Tang dynasties, let alone the world of romance that belongs to the military generals stage.

It's a mysterious world that deviates a little from history and is built in a lot of blanks.

Thinking like this, Yang Shuang felt a little relieved.

After losing the hundred-and-ten-pound battle shield, he was extremely fast, and every time he touched the ground on his toes, he could cross a distance of four or five meters.

After a while, a large mountain looming in front of me appeared in front of me.

This is Odori Mountain, the upper reaches of the Odori River!

Crossing this mountain, it is the bison ditch that was last blocked.

In the description, the distance between the two seems to be very close, but Yang Shuang knows that it is absolutely impossible for him to cross this mountain range.

According to Qi Guoyuan's description, this little-known mountain range is thousands of miles long and horizontal from east to west, and 800 miles wide from north to south!

Although it is small compared with Qilian Mountain, it is still magnificent, otherwise it would not be one of the tributaries of the source of the Yellow River.

Break away from the loess and into the mountains, surrounded by more shrubs, and there are no more remote paths reserved by woodcutters ahead.

Yang Shuang carried the chopping horse forward, regardless of whether there was a poison in the knee-high wild grass, he did not drive it away, and took a big stride forward.

But the road was difficult, and the speed slowed down after all.

The four people who were chasing after him and were not out of sight, had the road he came out of, and the speed increased a lot.

It's time to finish the calf!

Glancing behind him, he found that the two sides had approached to fifty meters, Yang Shuang was alarmed, and hurriedly untied the cloth bag behind him to place the chopping horse.

It's a pity that just as he was about to throw away his heavy war horse, on the left side of the running direction, on a certain mountain with a wide field of vision, a white knee-high figure appeared.

Beside it, there was also an old man with white hair and a white beard, armed with a cane!

Yang Shuang's pupils shrank sharply, and a layer of goosebumps appeared all over his body.

Like a silver priest carved out of a mold, they continue to appear one after another in this wilderness, and the scene is really a bit terrifying.

Yang Shuang frowned, his footsteps did not stop, and he turned around and ran to the southeast.

This is only the southern foot of Datong Mountain, if you run south along the foot of the mountain, it is the vast Xihai Lake.

"Ma Dan, Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, this silver priest with bird feathers can still jump out of the third"

Yang Shuang scolded fiercely in his heart, but not long after turning around and running, there was another combination in front of him that was too familiar to be familiar.

Three Silver Priests!

This feeling, if it is night, Yang Shuang will definitely think that he has seen a ghost!

There was a sound of footsteps behind me, and it seemed to be five!

Coupled with the person blocking him in front of him, there are six enemies who may be about the same strength as themselves and want to kill themselves!

Yang Shuang was desperate, but he didn't want to be caught.

Raising his horse as he runs, he slashes at those who stand in his way with unparalleled momentum.

"Whew!"

This Samoyed is even more majestic than the last.

Seeing Yang Shuang jumping up, it immediately opened its fierce mouth and pounced.

In mid-air, Yang Shuang raised his feet and kicked it, and the war horse still slashed at the third silver priest in all directions.

The old man was not in a hurry, and the crutches were lightly pointed, as if crossing space, and they were on the side of the one-inch-wide chopping blade.

dang！

Silver Priest: Samoyed, 97 Combat Power.

Yang Shuang ignored the system's prompts, retracted the chopping horse and slashed again, and at the same time raised his foot and pumped towards Samoyed.

He was sure that the data was not accurate.

The momentum and the power of the next split, this knife is a real force, but the old man can take it lightly, and can raise his hand to grasp his chest, and his combat power is definitely far beyond himself.

The old man's withered hands were like pines, even if he just grabbed forward, he had a fierce momentum.

Yang Shuang waved his left arm to block, and gave up chopping the horse with his right hand, preparing to fight with the opponent closely.

He never doubted his melee ability.

Unfortunately, he forgot that his left arm injury had not yet recovered!

Bang!

The claws were like heavy fists, not scratching, pulling, or tearing, but five fingers were accurately pointed at the joints of Yang Shuang's elbows, and there was a muffled sound immediately.

Dislocated!

Yang Shuang gasped and slammed the heavy punch that reached the old man's chest.

One arm for one life, it seems to be worth it!