Not long after the two minions died, the blood had not yet clotted. If it was really Qiu Li's doing, he should be nearby. However, Wu Mian and Gui Wu couldn't feel the breath of hatred, and in desperation, the two of them could only continue to chase forward along the road. The previous two minions had been chasing along this road, and if they kept moving forward, Qiu Li should be not far ahead.

Once the direction of the vengeance is determined, a technique that can easily miss the target such as the Earth Shrinking Technique is no longer applicable. And being caught up by two minions at such a short distance shows that Qiu Li is not riding a horse. With Wu Mian and Gui Wu, there will be no suspense in catching up with him.

The two of them continued to chase forward for half an hour, seeing that the road ahead had come to an end. There was a fork in the road in front of him, and there was no sign of anyone just walking on either road. After glancing at both paths, he said to Wu Mian with a smile: "This road is like life, walking and walking, maybe you will be separated at some point." It seems that now we have to divide it up, don't say that I don't care about you, old man, you take the left road. This road looks pleasing to the eye, and the road surface is smooth, so I almost have Qiu Li written on the road to visit here - the old man I am talking about the road on the left, not the right ......"

When he spoke, Wu Mian ignored him. directly chose another path, looked at Wu Mian's back slowly moving away, laughed or not, and said to himself: "If you don't take the road you have chosen, then don't talk about the cheap old man." With that, the old fellow followed the path he had pointed out to himself.

The road on the left is still the main road, and it is much smoother than the branch path that Wu Mian walked down. In the eyes of Wu Mian and Gui Bugui, the magic of Qiu Li is not to be feared, and an old fox like Gui Wu can save a penny of strength, and he will definitely not make trouble for himself.

At the moment, he continued to walk along this road, and he was not worried that he would not be able to catch up with the enemy. If the other party knew that he was chasing after him, he might hide somewhere in an ambush, waiting for a surprise to come. Whether it is returned to his old man has lived for hundreds of years, and there are many such things. Rather than letting go of the vengeance, he was more worried about capsizing in the gutter. After all, the ancient sword in Qiu Li's hand, if used well, can also deal a fatal blow to the non-return.

I continued to walk for two or three miles, and this time I finally came to the end of the road. In front of him was a forest of artemisia more than one person high, and after passing through these dense artemisia poles, in front of the old guy was a small river seven or eight feet wide. After seeing the river, he washed his hands with a smile. Then he put his hand on the pergola and looked at the other side of the river a few times, and said to himself: "This little bastard is quite capable of running, it seems that this is going to be cheap Wu Mian." It's a pity that the ancient sword is gone, and the old man still wants to play for two days......"

After finishing speaking, he sighed slowly, and then turned back with his hands behind his back and walked towards the Artemisia Forest behind him. After the old man's figure disappeared completely, a figure suddenly emerged from the river. Half of this person's body was out of the water, and he held an ancient sword that had been unsheathed tightly in his hand, his eyes were staring at the position where he disappeared just now, and he snorted coldly and said, "You should be glad that you didn't chase after you." ”

The man who spoke was covered in burn scars and looked like a puddle of mud on his body. With such an injury, the average person would have died a few times ago, that is, he could endure it for a few years. This burn-ridden man was the same enemy who fled from King Wu's mansion a few years ago......

For the past few years, Qiu Li has endured the great pain caused by burns every day. Originally, he also knew a few monks who had the ability to erase this scar, but in Qiu Li's eyes, this scar was his great shame. As long as those who directly or indirectly caused him such results are alive, the scars on his body cannot be erased.

It's just that his current cultivation wants to deal with people like Wu Mian head-on, and he is still half a fool. At that moment, Qiu Li reached the other side of the river, and he didn't care about the wet clothes on his body that were still dripping, so he walked forward step by step. Anyway, if you don't return, you're gone. By the time he and Wu Mian came back, the water on the ground had dried up, and there was still no trace left for the two of them.

A few dozen feet further on, there is a sorghum field. Qiu Li recognized the road here, as long as he passed through this sorghum field, it was the official road of Yan during the Warring States Period. When the time comes, he is not afraid to leave any traces, and he can reach the place where he is going after three or four days of grabbing a horse. Once there, the first step in his revenge plan is complete.

But when Qiu Li was halfway gone, an old man who was not looking good came out of the sorghum field opposite him. After smiling at the stunned Qiu Li, he said, "Little guy, I haven't seen you for a few years, why are you like this?" I heard that you were burned by fire, but I didn't expect it to burn so badly. I have mercy on you, old man, how about changing your human skin? Do you like the dozens of people who just died at your hands? The head of the entourage has good skin and clear eyebrows, and that's it......"

I saw this old guy turn around and leave, why did he get around here again? At that moment, Qiu Li's heart was in a panic, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he urged the ancient sword to get out of the sheath by himself, and flew over to the point of return. At the same time that the ancient sword was unsheathed, Qiu Li himself also brandished the scabbard and hit the old guy in front of him.

"It turns out that you value the old man's skin, my body......" As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and flicked it on the hilt of the ancient sword that had already flown in front of him. At the same time as a crisp sound sounded, the flying sword was changed direction by an external force, and the sword body flew past against the body of no return. At the moment when the human sword intersected, the old guy grasped the hilt of the sword like lightning, and then lightly slashed at the enemy force that had rushed in front of him.

Qiu Li didn't expect that he would catch the ancient sword if he didn't return, although he desperately urged the ancient sword to fly away from the old guy's control. However, his ancient sword seemed to grow in the hand of the returnee, and it slashed off at his head. At that moment, the enemy force was in panic, and hurriedly used the scabbard in his hand to meet it and block the sword.

Fortunately, the ancient sword and scabbard were made of a piece of divine iron, and the sound of metal clashing sounded. Although Qiu Li blocked this sword, he was still hit by a huge impact, and his whole body began to tremble violently, and the hand holding the scabbard was dislocated, and his calf was already firmly inserted into the ground, looking like a crop planted in the geographical plane.

Fortunately, after the first blow, I was not in a hurry to come to the second blow immediately. The old guy smiled and looked at the hatred that had only eased his breath so easily, and said, "Is there anything you want to say to my old man?" Don't worry, I'll talk about it after I take a breath. ”

Taking advantage of the fact that he didn't return, Qiu Li pulled his two legs out of the ground. Then he handed the scabbard to his other hand, wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, stared at the return or not, and said, "Are you going to kill them all?" ”

"You're saying the opposite, aren't you?" Looking at Qiu Li with a smile, he rushed down the tip of the ancient sword in his hand, and then continued: "What about the dozens of lives you killed just now? It's not that you are the first to provoke trouble, and I am too lazy to take care of you, the old man. ”

"Are you talking about King Huainan's subordinates?" Only then did Qiu Li know where the root cause of this disaster was. Originally, he was just passing by the mountain of the Yanaihou Palace, and when he was in the Huainan Zhaoxian Pavilion, Qiu Li had seen the head of the entourage and several of them. It's just that the way he is now, those people don't recognize him anymore.

Seeing such a person coming from afar, those entourages were all disgusted. The expressions of everyone and the hatred of Qiu Li for the Huainan Mansion made him unable to hold back the anger in his heart. After approaching the convoy, Qiu Li didn't speak, and suddenly urged the ancient sword to kill these entourage. If he knew that Gui or Wu Mian was on the mountain, Qiu Li would definitely not be so impulsive.......