"Hehe, see where else you can escape!!" The rude voice can also resound in this empty valley in this thunderstorm night. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A brilliant flash of lightning illuminated the flat ground clearly—a panting horse, a hideous pursuer, and a pursued man who did not panic at all, and hid in a large cloak.

The lightning passed, and all was dark.

"Do you really want this Prajna Heart Sutra?" The pursuer pulled out a four-sided object wrapped in oilcloth from his bosom.

"Less nonsense! Bring it to you! A voice passed through the night and the pouring rain.

"Okay." Hunted down, he threw the quartet into the distance.

In the lightning and thunderstorm, the oilcloth wrapped in the four directions flew over the heads of the people.

The crowd boiled. The pursuers rushed up to fight for the oilcloth bag. I don't know who moved the blade first, and after one person fell, more people showed their blades.

Shouting to kill. Cursing sounds. With a groan, the pursued person quietly disappeared in place.

Half an hour later, when only a quarter of the crowd was left in the lightning, someone finally shouted to stop.

"No!! right" The man shouted, and the lightning could tell that he was extremely powerful, and even in the midst of a thunderstorm, his voice was extremely loud with his internal force.

The man who shouted shouted, after dodging seven or eight more swords by the light of lightning, shouted: "Stop! We've been fooled! That thing might or herself be fake! ”

The crowd was over, first one person jumped out of the field and stopped, and then slowly everyone stopped.

There were more than a hundred people, but now, there are only a dozen or twenty people left.

The big man said: "What about the bag of things?" In whom? ”

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and finally they all shook their heads.

One of them pointed to a short distance and said, "Over there!" All the people looked at the oilcloth bag and lay there. One of the hands of an unknown person was still holding him, but the owner of the hand no longer knew who it was.

All the people approached the cloth bag cautiously, always on the lookout for the tricks of others.

In this way, after all the people approached the cloth bag, they shirked it for a while, and recommended "Saiyun Chief" Guan Tianwei to open the cloth bag.

Guan Tianwei carefully picked open the cloth bag with the tip of his knife and scolded: "Damn!! After that, he flew up and chased forward, and shouted in his mouth: "Fooled, chase quickly!" ”

There are only two exits in this valley, and there are cliffs all around, so Guan Tianwei didn't want to run forward.

―On the way here, there are thousands of people of various factions who are constantly chasing after them, and those who are being chased have no other way but to flee forward.

Everyone was taken aback, and when they looked around, they found that there was only a piece of wood wrapped in the cloth bag.

"Damn!" Another pursuer ran away.

The rest of the people followed suit and used different methods to get rid of the dust.

When the voices were far away, a person crawled up in the pile of corpses, dressed as a Huashan faction, and he walked to the discarded cloth bag and picked it up.

The rain did not stop, but the lightning and thunder continued.

The Huashan disciple groped around on the wooden block for a while, and in the lightning, he showed a slight sneer.

Another person got up from the pile of corpses and said coldly: "Put the things down, you go." ”

"Seven clever scholars?" The Huashan disciple smiled and put the wooden block back on the ground: "You're not afraid of being chased and killed after being swallowed alone?" ”

"You're not going to say it." The tangram scholar smiled and said, "Do others believe in me or do they believe in you more?" Who else will believe you tonight? ”

"And what about me?" The Huashan disciple smiled coldly again.

"Kill me?" The Tangram scholar laughed: "In the last pursuit, you were hit by the Lingzhi Zen Master with two palms? The Tiger's Far North Tiger Claw on your shoulder is also good? If it's all right, will you be caught up by us? Thousands of hands and thousands of eyes, Qiu Xinten. ”

"Huh." A smile appeared in Qiu Xinren's eyes: "Sure enough, he is worthy of being a tangram scholar; Let's get some medicine. Mine ran out. ”

"Not afraid of poisoning you?" The handsome face of the tangram scholar showed a pale smile in the lightning, but he still threw out a bag of things: "It's all for you." ”

"Poison me? Aren't you missing a shield? Qiu Xinren took the medicine, didn't look back, and walked back and forth.

"Give it to me so easily?" The tangram scholar's right hand pressed on the hilt of the sword.

Qiu Xinten, turned his head sideways in the lightning, and said coldly: "It's you, how do you do it?" Then he walked away without looking back.

The tangram scholar was stunned for a moment, and only when Qiu Xinren disappeared from sight did he turn around and pick up the wooden block.

A slight voice rang out. A black and shiny meteor in the lightning was deeply embedded in the throat of the tangram scholar.

The tangram scholar stared at him in disbelief, and his throat "gurgle". He took a step forward, fell, held on, and died on the ground.

Unconsciously, the lightning overhead was more dazzling, and the thunder was even more suppressed. Large, large raindrops washed the earth again. However, no matter how much rain washes away, it cannot wash away the blood and filth of the earth.

Far away, the pursuers returned. When Guan Tianwei and the others found the tangram scholar, they could only silently close their round eyes for him.

"Qiu Xinten!" Guan Tianwei gritted hard. Just now, it was the tangram scholar who reminded him that this was a trap, and the pursuit plan was also arranged by the tangram scholar, but he didn't expect that this time, he also arranged his own life.

Guan Tianwei suddenly felt bitter, he looked at the dozen or so wounded people and the dead on the ground, for the first time, doubting the meaning of killing.

-- The people of the rivers and lakes died.

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