Two dead corpses in the distance, lying in a pool of blood, Lin Xing took out the marching pill from his arms, ate two silently, and then carefully put it away.

He touched it, and the two corpses on the ground, their faces were somewhat familiar, wearing the coarse linen clothes of the foreign disciples, and the two young little faces were full of horror.

The two corpses each had a deep knife mark on their throats, and there were no traces of fighting on their bodies, thinking that it would be a knife death, Lin Xing broke the hand of one of them and held a bright steel knife in his hand.

The four steel knives last night had been sunk into the pool by him, and as for the remaining silver coins, they were in his arms at this time, counting his original net worth, a total of eight taels of broken silver, and six hundred and thirty-two small coins.

Lin Xing put his hand into the arms of the two corpses again, found a few pieces of broken silver, which together were more than three taels, put away the silver money, and looked at the remaining two bags of marching pills.

In Master Qian's mouth, this thing is specially configured by the county medicine village, and you can eat one to top a meal, Lin Xing just ate two, the taste is very bad, but it can offset hunger and fill the stomach, but it is somewhat similar to the compressed biscuits in the previous life.

Lin Xing took a deep breath.

Now, there are two paths before him.

He could escape into the mountains, and with the help of these marching pills and hunting experience, it would not be difficult to survive, stay for a month and then return to the cast iron villa in Heyang Town.

After all, the two corpses in front of him told Lin Xing that Zheng Qing's Qi Hope Technique was not illusory, and the Nanshan Mine must have suffered some drastic changes.

And the other way......

Lin Xing closed his eyes.

Soon he opened his eyes and continued to follow the location of Senior Brother Jingma in his memory.

At the very least, he wanted to find out if Qin Lan, his only friend, was in trouble, and how to avoid the same fate as these two corpses......

"It's just improvisation."

Lin Xing gradually quickened his pace, the wounds around his body were soaked white by the rain, and there was a feeling of ants gnawing, and he knew that this was a sign of worsening injuries.

And tonight, there will probably be no moonlight.

……

The hill that Jing Ma is responsible for taking care of is about five or six hundred meters in circumference.

There are many mountains around the Nanshan mine, and the Jinsha vine naturally does not only grow on this mountain, but also more than 70 foreign disciples on this mountain, basically except for Jingma, there is no martial arts to enter the existence of the day after tomorrow, and it is easy to kill all the way to Gao Lun.

Gao Lun is twenty-six this year, his figure is not tall, his face is ordinary, he often wears a black coarse cloth clothes, his parents died early, he did not say goodbye, he only climbed up in the Wild Dog Gang, and now he is a leader, managing more than a dozen gangs.

However, these gangs are now all arrested by the black-robed old man and put in the prisoner car, I am afraid that it is more auspicious than lucky, and it is Gao Lun at this time who is in a very bad mood.

If he is in a bad mood, he will kill someone.

When he killed one, he laughed, and when he killed two, his depression disappeared, and when he was killed, the sixfold internal force of his later days became even more intense.

"Let him go!"

The thorn horse on the opposite side was staring at each other, the rain washing the blood on his face, and his mouth was roaring.

Jing Ma, this guy, when Gao Lun came, he heard the people in the gang mention it, it seems that he is one of the disciples of the dead ghost iron caster Qian San, and the acquired fivefold realm.

Now it seems that it is better to be famous than to meet.

This Jing Ma will only follow the rules, most of them have no actual combat experience, to put it bluntly, he is an iron striker, and before he lost, he had been cautious against the enemy.

"Huh! Defeated. ”

Gao Lun sneered disdainfully, and then grabbed the hair of the howling young man in front of him, and his hand raised the knife, and a good head rolled to the ground.

The face of the head was delicate, and there was fear remaining, but he could no longer feel the chill of the autumn rain, and a foreign disciple who was still begging for mercy in his mouth was destined to return to Jiuquan.

The chill of the autumn rain was very heavy, Gao Lun didn't want to waste more time, raised his ordinary cheeks, looked indifferently at Jing Ma who gritted his teeth and swooped down, and lightly spit out three words: "It's your turn." ”

Swish!

The blade cuts through the rain.

A touch of knife light mixed with blood-colored knife light made the irrational Jing Ma Rumang on his back, he barely came back to his senses, only to cross the knife in front of him, slightly resisting.

Bang Bang Bang!

Gao Lun took advantage of the situation and slashed again, and then the knife was faster than a knife, and dozens of knives were cut out in the blink of an eye, and Jing Ma's face turned red and retreated again and again.

"Weak! Weak! It's too weak! ”

"If you're like this, you just beat the iron and eat it, and you also learn from others to hold a knife?"

Countless raindrops were chopped and shattered, Gao Lun forced Jing Ma to quickly walk through the rain curtain, and soon the steel knife in Jing Ma's hand was taken out of his hand, and a series of steel knives with gaps were held by Gao Lun.

"You're losing again."

Gao Lun casually threw the steel knife full of gaps into the puddle on the side, looking at Jing Ma who was panting violently.

"Dog thief! If you want to kill, you will kill! ”

Jing Ma's hands and mouths were shattered, trembling and hanging down at his sides, his eyes red and roaring.

This man came too fast and killed too fast.

Jing Ma saw that one by one, familiar or unfamiliar juniors, fell under this person's butcher's knife, he struggled to resist, but was defeated by this person casually.

The knife in Gao Lun's hand, the blade of the knife was jet black, a section longer than an ordinary steel knife, at this time, he was pressed against Jing Ma's throat, just a slight movement, this acquired five-fold cast iron villa internal affairs disciple, with his dead ghost master Qian San.

"Give you a chance to dedicate the martial arts of the Cast Iron Villa, it's very bullish."

A burning color flashed in Gao Lun's eyes.

Even if the martial arts of the bad street are still priceless, as the saying goes, it is easy to get money, but martial arts is hard to find.

Jing Ma's lips moved slightly, but he didn't wait to speak.

"Death!"

In the dark rain curtain, there was a loud roar, and Jing Ma's eyes lit up, and then quickly dimmed.

He recognized Lin Xing's voice, but he didn't think that this junior disciple, who had been in contact with martial arts for only two months, was the opponent of the person in front of him, but he was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to catch a knife.

It only adds to the number of dead and wounded.

Gao Lun suddenly looked back, but saw a black shadow in the rain curtain, jumping high from the hillside above, holding a long knife to slash down, and he casually led the knife to volley away.

"At most, triple garbage."

The thought of contempt flashed through his mind, and immediately, Gao Lun's eyes widened.

That knife wasn't chopped off!

The man who jumped high, covered by the dark rain curtain, held a long knife in his backhand, changed his movement in mid-air, and stabbed down violently, just avoiding his volley!

Burst!

The cold light flashed in front of him, and the warm feeling fell straight from the Tianling Gai, Gao Lun retreated again and again, but when he looked down, he saw that his chest was up to his crotch, and a deep knife wound was bursting out, and blood was mixed with the rain, and the blood accumulated under his feet in the blink of an eye.

Boom!

Lin Xing fell to the ground, the wound that was not completely healed last night, oozing a trace of blood, he knelt on one knee, barely endured the pain, straightened up, and stood with a horizontal knife.

"Senior Brother Lin!"

Jing Ma was in disbelief at first, and then saw that Gao Lun was seriously injured, and when he was in ecstasy, he picked up the long knife full of gaps on the side, and stood side by side beside Lin Xing: "The timing of this knife is so wonderful, today our senior brothers, we will definitely cut off the head of this guy from the Wild Dog Gang!" ”

Lin Xing glanced at the corpses all over the ground.

Lying on the ground were all foreign disciples he had seen or had never seen, and the corpses were already flowing down the river, rolling down the mountain stream and into the darkness.