The heavy rain had completely soaked his clothes, and from time to time a corpse with a sword stuck in his body appeared on the slippery mountain road, which looked even more sad and angry against the background of thunder and rain.

He walked forward slowly, there were fewer and fewer corpses on the road, and there was not a single corpse of the man in black, Zhang Lingdao's face was shocked, and the rain that covered his eyes was shaken, and then he continued to walk forward.

There is only one big road in the back mountain, there are steep cliffs on both sides, there is no other road at all, although Zhang Lingdao can jump up from these cliffs with light skills, but these things are not beneficial to a person who escapes, so he will not make such plans.

Then we came to the corner of a mountain road, where there was a camp where the flames had been extinguished, a simple tripod with an iron pot on it, and dumped goods and wagons on one side, and several corpses that looked like merchants were scattered and fell beside the fire.

"These people are...... A businessman on the road? Bloody clothes building, they don't even let ordinary people go! Through the wounds on these people's corpses, Zhang Lingdao recognized the unique steel fork mark of the man in black, so he had to close the eyes of these people and continue to move forward.

This place is already halfway up the mountainside, the heavy rain gradually stopped, the dark sky finally showed a glimmer of light, a bright moon poked out of the dark clouds, the weather was finally clear.

Zhang Lingdao's body was surging with heat, and within a few minutes, his clothes were steamed through, and he suddenly lost the slimy feeling he had before, and his body was much more relaxed.

Without the noisy rain and roaring thunder, he vaguely heard someone shouting for help, "Come on...... Someone's coming......"

Zhang Lingdao hurriedly poked his ears out, hoping to hear more sounds, but it seemed that only one sentence of "help" was shouted very loudly, and there was no other information at all.

The artist is bold, after a night of fighting, he already has a deep insight into his combat effectiveness, and when he is on guard, ordinary 20 men in black can't get close to him at all.

He jumped forward, and in the corner of the cliff, he found a weak figure lying on the ground in the overgrown bushes, he was covered in blood, and some of the wounds had even been hit by the rain and could not see the blood, which was very terrifying.

"Who are you?" Although he already had a guess in his heart, Zhang Lingdao still did not step forward recklessly, and stood aside from a distance and asked.

The man looked up with great difficulty, "Who are you?" But who came to save my master? ”

As he spoke, his name also appeared in front of Zhang Lingdao: Meng Yanxian (Mengfu attendant).

He coughed twice weakly, judging from his injuries, it was obvious that he couldn't last long, and his expression was a little dazed, which was a sign of excessive blood loss.

"Brother? Brother? Zhang Lingdao shook his hand on his shoulder, freeing him from this weak state.

On his scarred face, he regained some consciousness slightly, his face was very excited, and he shouted loudly: "Evil ...... Thief ...... My lord will not let you go...... I...... I ...... with you I've fought with you guys......"

His body was still struggling to turn, but it didn't affect his desire to pounce, but unfortunately his injuries were so serious that even moving became a luxury.

Zhang Lingdao hurriedly supported him and grabbed one of his hands, "You calm down, I'm here to help Meng Daxia!" Immediately, a trace of inner temperament was put into Meng Yanxian's hands, thus helping him sober up.

His head shook twice with a heavy weight, "Are you...... Are you a disciple of the Eight Desolations? You, why did you come? Fast...... Fast...... Master...... The old man ......, "Even with the support of Zhang Lingdao's internal qi, he didn't slow down, and he didn't have the strength to speak anymore, so he could only point behind him."

Zhang Lingdao was about to ask something more, when he saw that he had closed his eyes heavily, he reached over, and sure enough, there was no snort.

"I think he was also injured by these men in black who were hunted down, so it didn't relieve his pain." Zhang Lingdao touched his face, giving his eyes a home that he couldn't stare, and then he continued to move forward.

Meng Yanxian had already pointed very clearly, Meng Huaichu had escaped from the mountain road behind him, and the killers on the first floor of the blood should have already followed, but he didn't know if it would be the same as before, leaving some minions to block his pursuit?

Zhang Lingdao was thinking like this, and from the bushes and groves in front of him, a bunch of people dressed in black came out, but they were a little different from the previous black-clothed people, they were all holding some long-handled weapons, instead of the steel forks before.

"I'll just say that if you keep someone here, it will definitely work wonders, you see, isn't someone taking the bait again?" The group of black-clothed people did not rush to surround them, as if in their eyes, Zhang Lingdao was already a dead person.

Among this group of black-clothed people, there was a particularly tall guy, who thought to be their leader, and he was very proud to boast about himself in front of his subordinates, and then he rushed to Zhang Lingdao with people.

Zhang Lingdao frowned, he didn't want to kill innocent people, but he wanted to ask: "You are also from the Bloody Clothes Building?" ”

When the tall masked man heard this, he looked around, "What do you call us?" Could it be that you've encountered other ones before? ”

However, he immediately reacted, this guy was obviously chased from the Meng family, maybe those brothers of the Meng family were killed by him, and immediately called: "Except for the bloody clothes building tonight, who else dares to hang around here?" You? Not in a minute! ”

As he spoke, he raised the stick in his hand, and it was a stick on the head! And the people around him also surrounded him, not talking about any morality at all, and things like darts and poisonous needles came one after another, as if they wanted to kill him directly.

Zhang Lingdao's energy surged, and his hands sleeved robes were even more windless, and he directly took a brisk sliding step, dodging the attack of the person in front of him.

He had suffered such a loss in the hands of Lei Xiao before, so naturally he would not let people have a second chance to succeed, he didn't even know how to use other skills, and he directly connected the Dao Heaven and Earth to drive the shadow, so that all these guys in front of him died in Huangquan!

The stronger guy, except for this fluttering action, is not fundamentally different from his subordinates, it is just to let him swing an extra sword.

Zhang Lingdao had already understood in the previous battle that this is not a game, but a real world, no matter how thick your health value is and how rich your physical strength is, as long as you penetrate the vital point, you will still die.

"In just a few days, I've become a murderous guy, huh! What an irony! He shook his head a little self-deprecatingly and stepped over the corpses of the guys.

There is no time to waste on these little minions, he must hurry to the back mountain and try his best to save these people in the hands of the Bloody Clothes Building!