The horse screamed, suddenly fell down during the high-speed run, and flew off the cliff sideways!

His heavy barge beast and treasure horse that travels thousands of miles a day are gone.

He Lingchuan seemed to have an understanding.

It was coming at his lower back. Because no matter how much the knight dodges on the horse, the waist and the back mound basically will not move. If it weren't for the fact that he suddenly blessed his soul and jumped off the horse, it is estimated that he would be the one who exploded into a cloud of blood mist now.

But now...... His end is probably to fall into a ball of meat sauce, not much better than exploding into a blood mist, right?

He Lingchuan also heard the exclamations of Mao Tao and the others on the cliff, and the wind in his ears was whistling, falling faster and faster.

The edge of this cliff is bare, and there is not even a tree!

There was a slightly convex stone wall below, He Lingchuan gritted his teeth, pulled out his long knife and looked at a crack in the stone, and plunged into it.

Once upon a time, watching movies, this trick would definitely work.

With a "dang" sound, the long knife broke in two very simply, and it was broken with the handle.

？！ Are they all lies?

Fortunately, he still has a knife.

Try at least once.

He Lingchuan pulled out the broken knife and stabbed it into the next stone crack.

Plunge in!

The hard stone walls were disemboweled, leaving long knife marks.

There are no sparks flying, but there is a sense of fullness like sawing hard bread.

With this knife slowing down, He Lingchuan slid down more than two feet, and finally stopped.

Below is a juggling rocks jutting out of the lake, and if he had fallen straight from the cliff, he would probably have broken here? At least that's what he saw the horses that had just fallen.

He had not yet reached the surface of the lake, but there was a small irregular hole in the wall of the mountain in front of him, or rather a gap, and a cool breeze blew through the hole and on his face.

What now? He Lingchuan wasn't sure that he would be able to climb the rock again, not to mention that Lu Yao would definitely lead someone to chase him, so it might not be a good idea to climb up immediately at this time.

He hesitated, and the familiar chill returned.

This time it's from above.

The thing that had just burst the shield and killed the mount was eyeing him again.

He Lingchuan scolded secretly, pulled out the broken knife and jumped into the small cave in front of him.

The inside was even narrower, and his head hit the stone wall, and his head was bleeding and swollen.

But the man finally got in.

As soon as he shrunk his legs, the white shadow swept over the hole with a "whoosh", scraping the soles of his feet.

What the hell is it!

There seemed to be the shouts of Mao Tao and others above, but He Lingchuan didn't dare to look at it, let alone stay, seeing that the gap in front of him was quite deep, he hurriedly climbed in with his hands and feet.

After a few steps, there was a loud click outside, as if it was a landslide.

It turned out that the stones on the side of the mountain had been weathered, and when they were hit by He Lingchuan's mount, a large piece of land suddenly collapsed.

Coincidentally, two large pieces of the falling rocks happened to hit here, blocking the crack in the mountain he entered.

The mountain crevices are zigzag and difficult to walk, and it is pitch black, and there are actually two forks. He Lingchuan did not hesitate and chose the direction from which the wind came to move forward.

At this time, he was still very sober-minded, and knew that only where the wind came from could he live.

After crawling for a while, the Divine Bone Necklace suddenly heated up.

What's ahead?

It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything. But He Lingchuan still kept an eye on it and climbed slowly.

After another moment, the front suddenly opened up, and the left hand was empty.

Fortunately, he was vigilant and did not fall.

Below...... is empty.

At least there was a lot of space, and he also heard the sound of water.

The wind poured in from below.

In other words, the mountain has caves or fissures that connect to the lake.

He Lingchuan breathed a sigh of relief, maybe he could find a way to leave from here.

What now, jump?

Listening to the sound, he was not far from the water, at most two or three feet.

He Lingchuan leaned over and was about to jump down, but he heard a strange movement below.

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He Lingchuan had a sudden accident, and the other officers and soldiers did not react.

When Mao Tao and the others looked back, Young Master He had already fallen into the cliff with people and horses.

The horse's mournful cry before dying was extremely terrible, but few people heard He Lingchuan's cry.

Zhao Qinghe was so frightened that his soul flew out of the sky, and he immediately threw himself on the edge of the cliff to look down.

It was empty below, and a large protruding rock blocked his view, preventing him from seeing the bottom of the cliff.

But...... I'm not optimistic.

He searched and searched, and soon saw the corpses of horses that had fallen on the rubble, and the blood stained the lake red.

Mao Tao also jumped to the edge of the cliff and looked down: "Oh, big young master!" ”

Zhao Qinghe hurriedly asked, "Where is it?" ”

"No, I didn't see it." Mao Tao stretched her neck, "Will it be crushed under the horse?" ”

"......" Zhao Qinghe grabbed a bundle of rope, "I'll go down and take a look." ”

"I'm coming! I'm thinner and more flexible than you. Mao Tao grabbed the rope and tied it around her waist, tied the other end to the saddle, and slid down the mountain wall by herself, and her movements were really neat.

The mountain bandits also noticed the situation here and released arrows one after another. Zhao Qinghe beckoned everyone to step forward and guard: "Protect the horses!" ”

After a while, he drank down the cliff and asked, "Did you find it?" ”

The first few times, Mao Tao replied "no", but the back slipped too deep, and the voice came up blurred, so she had to pull the rope to signal.

Zhao Qinghe and the others tried their best to drag him up.

As soon as Mao Tao climbed up, he said, "There are knife marks on the mountain wall, but I didn't see the young master!" ”

The hearts of the people were heavy.

At this moment, there was a "clang", and the last heavy car formation was also forcibly split, and the bandits rushed over.

The first two rushed too fast, slipped and slipped.

The rest of the crowd stepped on the ice, very strong and slippery.

However, now they are only five or six zhang away from the officers and soldiers, not to mention flying arrows, and those with stronger arm strength can be reached by throwing flying axes.

How can you save people under such conditions?

One soldier said anxiously, "We have to go, and we'll be back when it's safe later......

I can't go on with the rest of the talk. Will you come back to collect the body?

Zhao Qinghe looked at the bottom of the cliff, and then looked at the roaring bandits, and knew that there was no other way, so he had to order everyone to get on the horse.

Finally able to withdraw, all the officers and soldiers quickly whipped their horses, hoping that the horses would have two more legs.

Seeing the officers and soldiers disappear, Lu Yao looked at the ice-sealed road five or six (less than twenty meters) away in front of him, and sneered: "Carving insect skills, think this can stop us?" With that, he picked up his axe and smashed it on the ice.

There was a click, an ice hole.

He chiseled two more, and he could step on it.

The other bandits followed suit, and for a while, there was a lot of bang on the ice, and it was the sound of ice chisel.

In fact, there are also people in the mountain bandits who have spells, but a small fireball hits the ice and goes out, leaving only a shallow mark.

The ice cubes condensed by borrowing Yuan Li are hard and long-lasting, and ordinary spells are difficult to deal with.

Although it was uphill, although the speed was a little slow, there was a fulcrum to step on, and everyone still walked up one hole at a time.