"Boy, you're still a little tender, and you were deceived by my words. The strong man got up from the ground, and walked towards Chen Jianfeng while smiling, he hit Chen Jianfeng's forehead with a shot earlier, that shot came suddenly, Chen Jianfeng was not prepared, in this case, unless the alchemy cultivation reaches level seven or above, and it is also necessary to be guarded, one step ahead of the internal force to the forehead, otherwise, he will definitely die, of course, if Chen Jianfeng's alchemy is really cultivated to level seven or above, where do you still need to kill people with a gun, you can kill him in seconds with your fists.

The strong man had already arrived in front of Chen Jianfeng's body, Chen Jianfeng's body was lying on his stomach, and with a tip of his toes, he turned Chen Jianfeng's body over, but at this moment, he felt bad, because he found that Chen Jianfeng, who should have been dead, was looking at him with his eyes open, and there was nothing on his forehead where there should have been a blood hole, of course, this was not the point, the point was that he found that the muzzle of the musket in Chen Jianfeng's hand was facing him, and then he heard a crisp sound, his chest hurt, his body fell back a little, and when he looked down, he saw that there was a blood hole in his chest, and blood was spurting out from there。

"You, why are you all right?" said the strong man with difficulty.

"Because the unjust soul of Shimizu Village is protecting me, die. Chen Jianfeng said coldly, his body jumped up, and a dagger appeared in his right hand, and the dagger slashed through his neck.

"You're dead too!" the strong man let out a muffled scream, and a dagger appeared in his hand, which also slashed through Chen Jianfeng's neck.

Chen Jianfeng only felt a pain in his neck, took two steps back, and looked at the strong man after standing firmly.

The strong man's neck began to spurt blood, but a smile appeared on his face, his eyes looked at Chen Jianfeng's neck, and he waited for Chen Jianfeng's neck to also spurt blood.

Chen Jianfeng touched his neck with his left hand and smiled: "You really want to see my neck cut by you, but unfortunately, my neck is fine." ”

The strong man looked at Chen Jianfeng's neck that he wiped hard, his eyes widened, and he looked like he had seen a ghost, the previous blow, his dagger obviously slashed through Chen Jianfeng's neck, with his experience, this blow should have cut through Chen Jianfeng's neck, how could his neck be nothing.

Seeing the strong man fall down in unwillingness and disbelief, Chen Jianfeng squatted down, took the short gun in his hand, and took a look, this is a pistol, which can only hold one bullet, he fiddles with it, and the bullet is also very simple, there is a sleeve that can be pushed away at the back, and the bullet can be loaded after being pushed away, and then it is sealed when pushed back, and now there is no bullet in it.

Chen Jianfeng immediately searched for the strong man, and finally found more than 50 bullets, these bullets are also copper-shelled bullets, there are two types, one is larger in caliber, it should be a long gun bullet, and the other is a smaller caliber, which is a pistol bullet.

Chen Jianfeng was worried that he couldn't deal with the other three, and with a pistol and a spear, he had some bottom in his heart.

Soon after, Chen Jianfeng set off with two spears on his back, two pistols hidden, a short knife with a sheath and a dagger hanging from it, and he was going to deal with the three men.

Chen Jianfeng first came to the pile of corpses, looking at those more familiar corpses, Chen Jianfeng couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, and hated those people who killed them.

"Amu, Azhen, Xiaoling, Xiaofu, you rest in peace, as long as there is a chance, I will definitely avenge you!" Chen Jianfeng whispered to the corpse. Through those corpses, he had determined that the person who escaped should be Grandpa Dari, but he didn't expect his strength to be so strong.

Soon, Chen Jianfeng found traces of a fight not far behind Qingshui Village, as well as a pool of blood, I don't know whose it was, the traces of the fight have been extending towards the depths of the mountain, and Chen Jianfeng immediately chased in that direction.

When advancing a kilometer, Chen Jianfeng found a corpse, it was the big man among the five people before, he was lying under a tree, Chen Jianfeng came to his side, checked, his body was not injured, he should have been killed by internal force.

Looking at this corpse, Chen Jianfeng was also very surprised, because as far as he knew, a situation like this that killed people without leaving a little external injury could only show that Grandpa Dari's strength was very strong, and he must have cultivated the real internal strength and mental method, because alchemy can only improve strength and physique, but it will not cultivate internal force, and now he actually uses internal force to kill, which shows that he is a real warrior. However, what puzzled Chen Jianfeng was that Grandpa Dari had not shown his strength before, Chen Jianfeng had always thought that his strength was not high, at most he had only cultivated alchemy, but he didn't expect his strength to be so high.

Standing up, Chen Jianfeng continued to run forward.

Chen Jianfeng has been crossing the two peaks, according to the situation along the way, he found that Grandpa Dari should have fought fiercely with those two, countless trees were broken, and big pits appeared on the ground, which made Chen Jianfeng more and more surprised, with the knowledge he got from Grandpa Dari, even if the strength reached the seventh level of the mortal rank, it was impossible to make so many big pits in the battle, so it can be seen that the strength of the two sides of the battle should definitely exceed the seventh level, at least reach the eighth level, and maybe reach the ninth or tenth level. Even when he reached the ground level, the strength of those people was so strong, he couldn't make much use when he got there.

However, Chen Jianfeng did not flinch, first, he had Xiao Hei and would not be in any danger, and second, he could use his immortal body to help Grandpa Dali at a critical moment.

After running for more than half an hour, Chen Jianfeng climbed over a mountain, and under the cover of the woods, he looked ahead, where a fierce battle was going on, and it was the young man and the old man among the five of Grandpa Dari.

Grandpa Dari held a long sword in his hand, and the other two, the young man also held a long sword in his hand, while the old man was empty-handed, and his hands were in the shape of claws, which looked very much like an eagle's claw skill.

The young man and the old man were fighting Grandpa Dari, the young man's long sword kept stabbing out, the speed was as fast as lightning, and he saw a blurry white light enveloping Grandpa Dari's body, while the old man's body was flying in the air, his hands kept grabbing out, and a faint claw flew towards Dari and Grandpapa.

Grandpa Dari's condition is very bad, there are countless holes in his clothes, a trace of blood can be seen, and the white beard has also turned red, which should be dyed by the blood he spewed, his body keeps moving, and the long sword hovers around his body, which can block the attack of the two, but he is retreating step by step.

At this time, the young man roared, and his body and sword were combined to attack Grandpa Dari, and at the same time, the old man also let out a low shout, his body soared, and when he reached the top of Grandpa Dari's head, he grabbed it, and a huge claw with a diameter of one foot had already grabbed the top of Grandpa Dari's head.

Grandpa Dari also knew that it was the last moment, and with a loud roar, his body spun, and the long sword turned into a sword curtain to protect himself.

With a series of soft sounds, Grandpa Dari let out a muffled snort, the sword curtain that protected him disappeared, his body retreated four or five steps in a row, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he was half-kneeling on the ground, with his long sword on the ground, so as to support his body from falling.