The disciples of the Yanyu Mansion who were ambushed on both sides of the trail saw the leading knight of Songfeng Mountain fall off their horses and behind their backs, and they fired crossbows at the enemies of Songfeng Mountain without giving orders, and the dozens of crossbow arrows were all shot at the knights of the guards and the chariot driver in two breaths, and the disciples of Songfeng Mountain, who had no armor, did not even draw their swords from the sheath, so they wailed and fell from the horseback to the ground, and before they could make any moves, they were mended by the red-eyed Yanyulou disciples who rushed to their side.

Reloading and winding after three rounds of crossbow arrows is something that cannot be done in a few moments, and it is also the disadvantage of using a crossbow machine, which often can't wait to reload and reload after a round of crossbow fire, and must draw the sword in close combat.

However, this was the time when the children of Yanyulou were extremely happy, and after hiding in the shadows like moles for three years, they finally stood in the sunlight again, wielding their knives at the mortal enemies of Songfeng Mountain.

It is hoped that the combat power of these Songfeng Mountain disciples who escorted the cart before they were injured was stronger than these Yanyu Lou ambush soldiers who had survived so far, so that there were lightly injured Songfeng Mountain disciples who were not hit by arrows, and they could still gain the upper hand by drawing their swords and fighting the latter, which also showed that the combat power of the Yanyu Lou was difficult to compare with a few years ago.

However, after shooting a round of these crossbow arrows, there are only three or four people who can still maintain their combat strength, and the rest of them are mostly planted on horseback after they are planted on the ground, and they have more breath and less breath, and it is difficult to draw their swords, so how can they fight against others.

The last disciple of Songfeng Mountain had no way to retreat with his back against the wheels of the cart, his snot and tears were stuck on his face and he had no time to wipe them, and he waved his sword indiscriminately and unlawfully at the slowly approaching Yanyu Building, he wanted to escape, but the arrow in his thigh cut off his hope of escaping.

He was the youngest in the middle grade in this line, and he had only come down from the mountain for a few months of training, and the senior brother who had just taken care of him the most along the way was cut through his stomach with a knife, and his white flower and pollen's tender stomach flowed to the ground, and when he fell down holding his stomach, there were more than a dozen transparent holes on his body, and those red-eyed ambush soldiers were crazy to vent their anger on those corpses.

"You guys.... Who are we? We are all disciples of Songfeng Mountain!" The childish disciple of Songfeng Mountain said in a trembling voice, "Let me go back, these things, horses, and carts are all given to you, and I don't want to die yet..."

He didn't see the look of wavering or pity in the eyes of the people in front of him, and these ambush soldiers still had the warm new blood of his senior brothers on their faces, and their eyes were full of sarcasm and bloodlust. What did he do wrong? Isn't Songfeng Mountain the most famous and the largest sect in Jiangzhou? When he was selected from dozens of fellow villagers to become a disciple of Songfeng Mountain, he saw the envy of others in his eyes, and all of this could not be faked, but why, why would anyone still want to kill them?

"The grievances of the sect do not interfere with each of you, but after being caught up in it, everything is not your own. The old man with the bow and arrow on his back made a voice outside the forest of knives, and the disciples of the Yanyu Building nearby gave him a way to walk into the grove of knives, "It's not you, it's Songfeng Mountain, it's just that you, as a disciple of Songfeng Mountain, you're wrong." ”

"But I haven't done anything wrong.... Can you let me go...."

"Close your eyes, I'll give you a good time. ”

He looked at the expressionless old man in front of him, knowing that he would never have a chance to live again, and slowly closed his eyes and muttered, "Mother...."

"Draw all the bolts and leave no trace, we are just a bunch of bandits who have the audacity to make money. The old man with the bow and arrow shook his wrist lightly, shook off the blood on the knife, and then put the knife back into its sheath, "Look at what is in these big carriages, if there is anything soft and easy to take away..."

The faint sound of scraping against the wall of the cart could not escape the ears of the old man who could hear the rats squirring a hundred paces away, which made him feel a little regretful for his negligence, and the carriage of the cart was not necessarily carrying goods, but also real people.

Before the old man could warn the people around him, the wall on the side of the carriage was broken, and he used the short sword in his hand to kill and injure a child of Yanyulou, and then grabbed a horse and fled along the path!

The scar-faced man hurried to raise his triple crossbow to shoot the man off his horse, but found that he had not loaded the strings when he rushed forward, so he could only watch as the horse galloped past the less promising place.

The hasty crossbow of several Yanyulou disciples only had one crossbow arrow that grazed the horse's buttocks, but it made the horse that was in pain a few points faster, and in the blink of an eye, it ran a few feet away, this hundred years was not within the reach of the triple crossbow in their hands, only the iron tire bow carried by the old man was their only chance.

"Chen Shi, shoot quickly! Shoot quickly! Don't let him escape!" The scar-faced man shouted at the old man who was still not moving, regardless of etiquette, "Shoot quickly! If you don't shoot this person again, you will..."

Chen Shi, who used to be the doorman of Zhang's family in Qishan County, glanced at the anxious scar-faced man, and sighed slightly in his heart, if he wanted to recover the Yanyu Building from Songfeng Mountain with such a person, there was a long way to go.

He is the leader of these children of the Yanyu Building, since he said that everything is ready, how can this small negligence not be counted?

The disciples of Songfeng Mountain, who desperately clamped the horse's belly and wanted to urge the horse to go fast, only dared to look back after running out of the place of another arrow, and those fierce gods who slaughtered his fellow disciples without saying anything did not catch up, but after shooting a few arrows, there was no action, and he began to think about whether to hurry back to the mountain gate first or find the secret stronghold of Songfeng Mountain at the foot of the mountain to seek refuge nearby.

He just kept the night yesterday, and the leading fellow door let him rest in the carriage for half a day, who would have thought that there would be someone who dared to rob the road of Songfeng Mountain within a few miles of walking out of Heqing County City, and dared to rob the road of Songfeng Mountain, look at the miserable death of those fellow doors, if there is no deep hatred, and there is a thief who wants money and does not want to die?

It's better to hurry up and run more distances to make plans again, Songfeng Mountain is the number one Jianghu sect in Jiangzhou at this time, even if it is a big bandit, brushing the tiger whiskers of Songfeng Mountain, it will definitely not be able to withstand the revenge of Songfeng Mountain at will, you must know that the mountain master is....

But he did not see it, and there was a flash of a sword in the grass beside the horse's hooves.

With a single sword, he severed four horses' legs, and the severed leg of the horse rushed forward several feet before neighing in pain, falling forward and throwing the unsuspecting knight on horseback a great distance.

The disciples of Songfeng Mountain, who had fallen to the ground, easily struggled from the ground, and suddenly saw a person with a knife and a blood-stained shirt walking step by step.

What's going on? Why did the four horse's legs break on the ground.... The disciple of Songfeng Mountain, who was blinded by the dust, rubbed his eyes, saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and at the same time remembered the portrait that had been spread all over the mountain, and the mountain lord himself let out his words, but if there are disciples on the mountain who can capture and kill this person, whether they are dead or alive, they can be the disciples of the mountain elders themselves, and they can read the collection of martial arts secrets on the mountain at will, and the person in the painting actually walked towards him like this.

Such a rich reward for becoming the disciple of the elder of the inner mountain has made many disciples of the outer mountains, including him, crazy, to know that Songfeng Mountain has earned a considerable number of outer mountain disciples after becoming the leader of the Jiangzhou rivers and lakes, although there has not been the slightest relaxation in terms of talent, mental and life experience, etc., but how many young people in Jiangzhou who practice martial arts do not want to enter the Songfeng Mountain, which is in full swing? In this way, the number of disciples outside Songfeng Mountain has more than doubled, if you want to seek a good future among these disciples from the outer mountains, how can you not seize such an opportunity?

However, there are also discerning people who point out that the person who can make the mountain master come up with such a heavy reward and deal with it quickly, how tricky it will be in itself, and how tricky it will be for these disciples from the outer mountains to really have the ability to be twelve out of tenth? Although it is tempting to become a reward handed down by the elder, it is much more comfortable to live the ordinary time of a disciple on the mountain than to carry his head to seek a fortune. What's more, the territory of the sixteen states of Dayao is so large, the mountain lord only showed them the portrait of this person, and did not tell them when and where to look for it, once the daydream passed down by the elders faded away after a few days, how could he have thought that today's ordinary day would be attacked and killed by the same door, and he would meet this person on the way to escape.

But with his ordinary ability, when he was really able to make meritorious contributions now, he was so frightened that he couldn't even pull out his sword.

Thump.

"The good man spares his life, the little one has sixty old mothers and children who have just been born, and they have not yet entered this Songfeng Mountain for less than two years. The disciple of Songfeng Mountain fell to his knees and fell to tears, "Those disciples in charge and old seniority on the mountain know that they have bullied us newcomers, and they can't stay on the mountain anymore, so they came out to do the hard work of this big car, who would have thought that they would meet a hero..."

He has completely ignored any face, compared to returning alive, the face can be worth a few dollars, as for the made-up old mother and child, how can this person in front of him know?

This Songfeng Mountain disciple was frightened, and after waiting for a while, he saw that the bright knife had not fallen, and was about to open his mouth to use this three-inch incorruptible tongue to find a way to survive for himself, when the long knife moved, and his head rolled.

He had heard this kind of rhetoric more than a dozen times, and every time there were still some fresh arguments, the widows who were sick in bed and half paralyzed, the young sons and wives who had no one to support, and the endless reasons for them to live, all seemed so convincing.

Wei Changpan tore off a piece of cloth from the headless corpse, covered the face with a vivid expression, and said in a low voice: "If I let you go back, your mountain lord will still not let me go, so I can't let you go back, I'm sorry." ”