Zhang Fang didn't have time to think about why these two people wanted to kill themselves, everything was based on instinct, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, pressing the circlip with the other, pulling the sword out of the sheath, and swinging it to the chest, the other party's murder weapon had been cut.

Zheng! There was a piercing sound of gold and iron, Zhang Fang was young and weak, and he responded to the enemy in a hurry, and the arm holding the sword was numb, and he almost flew out of his hand, and the person was also shocked and staggered backwards.

The thin man didn't expect a sudden attack, and he would actually miss, this kid is too vigilant. Before he could strike again, the strong man behind him had already roared, shook off the cloth bag, drew his knife and rushed past him, slashing at Zhang Fang, who had an unstable foothold.

Zhang Fang's arm is still a little wooden, and he can't lift it at all. Behind him, the Han brothers supported his body one left and one right, and Han Chong, who reacted quickly, shouted angrily, swung his bow and struck, snapped on the blade, and slapped the long knife stabbed by the strong man.

The strong man roared and slashed several times, but he was actually slapped away by Han Zhong with his bow arm. I really can't see that this Han family is so good.

At this time, Zhang Fang saw clearly that the two men were holding straight and narrow single-edged knives, the blade was blue-gray, wide and narrow like a sword, straight without curved arcs, and there was a ring at the end of the handle - it was a typical Han ring head knife.

Han Chong's arrows are not good, but the bow is made of very tough wood. Although the strong man used an iron knife, the iron control technology of the Han Dynasty was generally poor, and the ordinary ring head knife may not be able to cut the solid wood. Han Zhong brandished his egg-thick bow arm to attack the strong man holding the ring-headed knife, and for a while, the iron weapon was actually helpless against the wooden stick.

The mountain road is narrow and there are steep slopes on both sides, and if you don't knock down Han Chong, you can't hurt Zhang Fang. Han Zhong is the enemy with himself, which is equivalent to one enemy and two enemies.

The thin man looked at the air, flashed out from the side of the strong man, stabbed at the knife, the blade passed under the bow arm, and slammed it, picking Han Chong's bow away, and the strong man raised his knife and poked Han Chong's chest at the right time.

Han Chong was bare-handed, how could he resist two knife-wielding men, and he was about to be injured under the knife when he saw it......

The strong man had just stabbed halfway through the knife when his eyes suddenly darkened, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart, and roared like a wounded beast - with an arrow stuck in his left eye. There was no bloodshed, but the shape was horrible.

The arrow was shot by Han Jun, and the criteria were accurate, but the arrow was made of bone, and it was a homemade soft bow, which was not lethal enough. At such a close distance, he only shot the strong man's left eye and failed to kill him.

The strong man was hit by an arrow in his eye, and suddenly lost his sense of direction, and the tip of the knife that originally poked at Han Chong's chest turned out to slide through the outside of his left arm and cut Han Chong's arm.

Life and death were at stake, Han Chong ignored the bleeding from his arm, roared angrily, threw himself into the arms of the strong man, and the two rolled down the hill with their bones entangled.

The thin man didn't pay attention to his companion at all, and as soon as the obstacle was gone, he immediately swung his knife and took Zhang Fang.

As soon as Han Jun took the second arrow, he was unaware that the thin man suddenly abandoned his main target, slashed the arrow with his backhand, and even shook Han Jun and his bow to roll down the hill.

The thin man who succeeded in the sudden attack bared his teeth and smiled fiercely: "There is no way in the way now, boy, suffer death!" ”

Qingyan is the thinnest of the four, and he is defenseless, in the eyes of the thin man, he is afraid that he will have to be protected, and there is no threat at all. However, he soon paid a terrible price for this contempt.

The heavy cloth bag on Qingyan's waist always has to stay with him, Zhang Fang knows that there are a lot of round stones as big as pigeon eggs in it, and he couldn't guess what Qingyan was doing with these stones before, but soon Qingyan opened his eyes.

But seeing that Qing Yan reached into his pocket, grabbed a full hand of stones, spread out his palm, picked up a round stone with the other hand, and threw it away - starting from this flying stone, in the next two or three seconds, Qing Yan's arm stretched out and shrunk, and quickly threw five or six round stones in his palm like lightning. The speed is as fast as a phantom; The smoothness of the action is very chic, and it is like the chipping trend of the Shanxi knife and noodle master.

The bead stone bullets hit the thin man's face intensively, and the green bag was swollen in an instant, and the skin was broken and bleeding. The thin man cried out in pain, his body shook, his feet staggered, and he almost fell down the hill.

Qingyan turned his head and shouted to Zhang Dacheng: "Run to the forest!" ”

At this moment, Zhang Fang and Qingyan exchanged a knowing look, nodded heavily, turned around and ran away. The thin man spread his five fingers and covered his face with his palms, and the stones hit his palms and chest, although the pain was unbearable, after all, it was a flesh injury, and it failed to pose a fatal threat. This is also the small and weak body of the Qingyan people, and the hidden weapon thrown is the weakest flying stone, if it is replaced by a sharp weapon such as a flying knife or a sleeve arrow, the opponent will be killed long ago.

The thin man roared again and again, braving the rain of bullets and pressing forward step by step, and the cloth bag of Qingyan was about to be seen. , looked back at the air, and saw that Zhang Fang's figure had disappeared into the forest, and immediately pulled out his feet and ran away, in the opposite direction to Zhang Fang.

The thin man opened his swollen eyelids, spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm mixed with blood foam and broken teeth, gritted his teeth and chased after Zhang Fang's back.

Zhang let go and pressed the intercostal space, running wildly, sweating like pulp, his heart beating like a drum, and his feet were filled with lead. In my previous life and this life, I was chased and killed with a knife for the first time, and it was false to say that I was not afraid. This is a lawless ancient time, and it is a barren mountain and wild mountains, and he is an unidentified "black household", who is slaughtered and buried everywhere, who to cry out for?

Zhang Fang ran and ran, and suddenly seemed to be tripped by weeds and branches, and the whole person fell forward, but at the moment of landing, he rolled forward urgently, narrowly avoiding the tragedy of hitting the ground with his face.

When Zhang Fang supported his body with the scabbard and barely got up, there was a heavy footstep behind him, and looking back, the thin man was only ten steps away from him.

The hunter and the prey, only ten paces away, one exhausted, the other panting like a cow, two pairs of eyes staring deadly.

"Boy...... No one...... No one can outrun my Liu Kuaijiao, so you just accept your fate. The thin man Liu Kuaileg wiped his face, and the blood stains were mixed with sweat, smearing an already ugly face with blood, and in the dark forest, it was even more terrifying and hideous. The nerves that are not open have long been worn by the profession and are rough enough, but I am afraid that my feet will be weak.

Zhang Fang was panting uncomfortably, seizing every opportunity to adjust his breathing as much as possible, but he couldn't answer at all.

Liu Kuaileg slowly raised the ring head knife, and the tip of the knife was aimed at Zhang Fang: "If you are not afraid of pain, use your sword to cut yourself; If you're afraid of pain, I can do it for you. ”

Zhang Fang breathed a little easier, and pulled the sword out of the sheath little by little, the blue and bright blade of the sword was in stark contrast to the blue-gray ring head knife, and the tip of the sword was also pointed at the other party: "Never, I have never been hit by a sword...... I don't know if I'm afraid of pain. If you don't mind, you'll tell me later. ”

Liu Kuaileg smiled evilly: "I don't know whether to live or die...... Good! We'll tell you about it. "Stepping on the thick soft mud rotten leaves, making a rustling sound, approaching step by step.

Zhang Fang's expression was calm, and he said in a loud voice: "Before you die, can you tell me why you are chasing and killing me?" ”

Liu Kuaileg laughed angrily: "Go to the Netherworld and ask!" The sound fell, the footsteps accelerated, and he jumped into the air by taking advantage of the momentum, and the ring head knife was raised high, and the volley was slashed in the air.

At this time, Zhang Fang made an unexpected move - with a bang, returned the sword to the sheath, and said lightly: "In this case, you will die." He stretched out his hand and grabbed the branch that came out horizontally, bent it into a bow, and suddenly let go, and the branch suddenly popped out, like a soft stick, and whipped heavily on Liu's body in mid-air.

In the middle of the broken branches and leaves, Liu Kuai's legs let out an unwilling roar, and the whole person fell to the ground sideways - the next moment, the ground cracked, and the broken leaves and rotten mud were splashed everywhere, and Liu Kuai's legs didn't even have time to scream, and instantly fell into the ground. With a short scream, everything fell silent.

Zhang Fang raised his sleeves to wipe the cold sweat oozing from the corners of his forehead, it was so dangerous! It was a dangerous move, but it finally worked. As early as when Qingyan told him to run into the forest, the two had already thought of using a trap to clean up the killer, which was why Zhang Fang retreated decisively. Anyway, the killer's target is him, and he will never be entangled with Qingyan, as long as he runs separately, there is no problem, and the development of the situation is as Zhang Fang expected. Zhang Fang's previous tripping and falling were all calculated, and he just took advantage of the momentum of the forward rush to roll and jump over the trap without showing a trace, which attracted Liu Kuai's legs.

I never thought that this Liu Kuai's legs were so good, he actually came to a volley, and he was coincidentally avoiding the trap, if it wasn't for the surprise of a horizontal branch, Zhang Fang estimated that he would have to suffer and even be injured. Fortunately, everything is in danger, this unknown killer...... Zhang Fang glanced at the bottom of the pit, and under the dim pit, a person was lying sideways, silent, with a faint smell of blood coming to his nose, obviously dead.

Even if Zhang Fang saw too many dead people, even if it was legitimate defense, even if it was not killed by his own hands...... But after all, it was a life that ended in his hands, and the feeling of his heart being like falling lead and urine surging made Zhang Fang tense, sweating non-stop, and unable to move for a long time. It wasn't until he heard the cries of Qing Yan and Han Jun that he woke up like a nightmare, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, calmed down, and dragged his lead-filled feet to greet the call......

Another killer also died, and died much earlier.

When Han Zhong gave up his body to collide and rolled down the hill with the enemy, he felt that the sky was spinning, and he couldn't get up for a long time, thinking that he would be unlucky. I didn't think about it, and I didn't see anyone stabbing me with a knife for a long time. Barely bracing up his body to take a look--out of the way, the strong man was facing the sky on his back, and the arrows that were originally inserted in his eyes had been broken in half when they rolled, and the remaining half was all gone, all penetrating into his brain......

Four young men and women with an average age of less than fourteen years old almost killed two outlaws with murder weapons, except for Han Chong, who was injured a little flesh and skin, the rest of them were fine. The four of them looked at each other, and while they were afraid, they were even more happy.

After adjusting and eliminating the negative emotions, the first thing Zhang Fang had to do was to figure out why these two people wanted to kill him.

Only two corpses were searched, and there were no valuable clues except for two ring-headed knives and dozens of five-baht coins.

"Put away the knife and the money, the corpse ...... Do you want to report to the police? Zhang Fang didn't know what the rule of law in the Han Dynasty was, so he asked the Han brothers.

The two brothers shook their heads together: "These two murderers must be the fleeing Yanli, and if the official temple is caught, it will be a death." We...... Don't get in trouble. ”

Zhang Fang said tentatively: "What do you mean...... Handled it yourself? ”

The Han brothers glanced at each other and nodded vigorously at Zhang Fang.

Zhang Fang gritted his teeth and struck each other with his fists: "Okay, then bury them." Remember, no one can say anything about this. ”

The Han brothers and Qing Yan nodded violently.

Zhang Fang looked up in the direction he came from yesterday, and took a deep breath - a sudden disaster, an unknown killer. Perhaps, the car accident was not necessarily a natural disaster, but a premeditated man-made accident......