Xu Feilong was very sick, and the high fever caused him to fall into a semi-comatose state, and of course it was impossible to walk. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info two subordinates of the owner of the Flying Dragon Village cut two sections of wood to make a stretcher and carried him on his way.

Twelve people walked in a hurry, looking for a way, and walked over the mountains and mountains to the east.

Soon, a trail appeared ahead.

This trail leads to the north-south direction, and the person who walked in front shouted: "Lord, go south along the trail first, this is the road leading to Guangji, and it will be about twenty miles away to the meeting place." ”

The owner of the Flying Dragon Village walked in the middle, followed behind the stretcher, and said: "It doesn't matter if you are twenty miles away, in fact, you are looking for a way in the mountains and forests.

It's much slower than taking the trail, and if you want to hurry, you can't reach it, so it's better to take the trail. ”

As soon as you get on the trail, the speed does gradually increase.

Just around the foot of a mountain, a middle-aged man walking at the back just glanced back, and saw that there seemed to be a figure on the side of the road a few hundred meters behind.

He couldn't help but worry in his heart, turned his head to the front and shouted: "The owner of the village, the back is so ......"

The words were interrupted abruptly, and his head suddenly split up, flying half a meter high, and the headless corpse was planted forward.

Gale winds howled, and wild laughter was deafening.

All of them stopped in surprise and quickly split left and right.

I saw that ten meters behind them, there was a middle-aged man with a slender figure and a gloomy face standing in the path, who was retracting the twisted rope behind the meteor hammer in a circle.

After the middle-aged man finished collecting the rope, he rotated the meteor hammer with a half-meter-long twist in his right hand, and said with a cruel smile: "The famous mountain spirit sheep is true, and his neck is not much harder than a chicken's neck. I was strangled by my flying hammer, and my head was divided, and I died in an unknown way, which is really disappointing, probably your Feilong Village is all some wasted goods, which is simply embarrassing. ”

The two big men saw the tragic situation of driving the mountain spirits, roared in unison, and leaped to kill.

The middle-aged man let out a long laugh, turned around and walked away, shouting as he walked: "Don't send it, uncle go, go ......" said to go, and walked really fast.

His light skills were far beyond the reach of these two big men, and he had already run a hundred meters in a few ups and downs, and in a blink of an eye, he had disappeared in the dense forest and grass behind the foot of the mountain.

The master of the Flying Dragon Village had already chased after him, and when he saw this situation, he hurriedly shouted: "Don't chase it, come back quickly!" ”

The two men also knew that they couldn't catch up, so they gritted their teeth and hated back.

The owner of Feilong Village glanced at Yuantou's corpse, gritted his teeth, and said, "Wrap it in clothes and carry the body of Brother Yang back for burial." ”

"Owner, do you know who that dog is?" A big man asked.

"Fatal Flying Hammer Liu Sheng, one of the comrades of Liao Yongsheng, the King of Heaven." The owner of the Flying Dragon Village said in his mouth, but his face was not very straight

Often.

"The owner of the village means that the person who received the cold charm Shura has arrived."

"The owner of the village! What can I do? ”

"Let's hurry up, everyone, be careful along the way."

On the hillside dozens of meters away on the left, the six ghosts of Xudu suddenly appeared from the grass and stood up, and the bull head smiled strangely: "The surname is Zheng, we'll see you in front." ”

Without waiting for the reaction of the people of the Flying Dragon Village Master, the six ghosts had already hidden in the woods behind them.

Although no one was seen, Niu Tou's voice still came clearly: "The surname Zheng, before the others arrive, we will eradicate you one by one, and none of you will want to survive this time, unless you leave the surname Zhou." ”

There were only eleven people, and four people had to be sent to carry the bodies of Xu Feilong and Yang Gongzhen, and seven people opened the road and broke the road respectively, and hurried cautiously.

Soon, in the trail thirty or forty meters away in front, a middle-aged man with triangular eyes suddenly flashed, holding a single knife in front of him, the tip of the knife was facing the sky, his eyes were fixed on the end of the trail, the wind did not move, his eyes did not squint, like a stone statue standing in the middle of the road, gloomy with three points of ghostly aura.

The strangest thing is that the black robe worn by this person is very similar to the corpse clothes worn by the dead. If you look closely, the man's gray hair is scattered down his shoulders, and his pale and cold face looks like a zombie that has just crawled out of a coffin.

The owner of Feilong Village is well-informed, and shouted in horror: "Everyone be careful, don't stand downwind when fighting, let's quickly apply some poison powder under the nose." ”

A middle-aged man asked in surprise: "Village master, what is the origin of this ghostly guy?" ”

The master of the Flying Dragon Village stepped out of the crowd and personally took the lead, with a knife roar, his thick-backed purple gold knife came out of the sheath, and he only heard him say: "He is a zombie Gong Fang, his corpse poison is extremely domineering, don't make a move, let the owner of the village deal with him." ”

Zombie Gong Fang was expressionless, and he said: "Since someone knows the old man, then you should know what to do." ”

"Are you Liao Yongsheng's man?" The Lord of the Flying Dragon Village raised his voice.

"Not bad."

"Zheng is not afraid of him. If you don't get out of the way, you're going to have to be a real zombie today. ”

"I'm not here to get in the way, so I'm not going to accompany you." After the zombie Gong Fang finished speaking, he jumped to the left and flew straight away.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the zombies in front of them. Ignore the movement behind it.

At this moment, the person behind the break suddenly shouted, and instantly planted forward, and a large hand-throwing arrow pierced his right back, and the arrow penetrated deep into his internal organs.

Another one fell, and the brother who had been hit by the arrow only survived for a moment before he died.

The owner of the Flying Dragon Village gritted his teeth with hatred, but he was helpless, so he sent a person to carry the corpse on his back, let go of the speed and hurried away. Everyone hates in their hearts, but they are also terrified, no one knows when and where the other party will sneak attack, and who will be the next unlucky ghost.

A middle-aged man came to the side of the Flying Dragon Village Lord, and said uneasily: "Village Master, if my guess is correct, I'm afraid our people have already fallen into their hands, and if they are asked to confess, they may already know where we meet!" ”

Of course, the owner of the Flying Dragon Village knew it in his heart, and said calmly: "You will definitely be able to meet our people along the way, and Brother Kou's people will also speed up, as long as we are careful, it will be fine." ”

He said that it was okay, but in fact, his heart was already empty.

Just care about rushing like this, let the enemy clean up their own people one by one along the way, and then kill and wound two or three people, then the big thing will go! But it's still far from the meeting place!

Even if the other party doesn't sneak attack and plot, as long as the fatal Flying Hammer, the six ghosts of Xudu and the eight zombies appear to intercept at the same time, at least one-third of their subordinates will be more than lucky.

The middle-aged man didn't give up, and then said: "The owner of the village, it's better to wait for Kou Qunfang here, and brake quietly, at least you can avoid being attacked and plotted, what about the idea of the village?" ”

"This ...... Isn't this the prestige of destroying our Flying Dragon Village? ”

"But it's better than causing unnecessary casualties, master."

The Lord of the Flying Dragon Village was already moved, and said after a moment's silence: "It's okay, find an easily fortified place and wait for them to chase after you." ”

"In front of us is Longwei Mountain, there is a peak on the right side of the road, we are waiting at the top of that peak, and no one can approach it stealthily within a kilometer of the vicinity."