Leng Jian grabbed the reins of the horse, picked the strongest horse and moved it to the fat man, the fat man directly hugged Lu Ming and turned over the horse, the horse's four hooves suddenly softened, and he ran forward tremblingly.

Leng Jian also Nangong Huajian took the opportunity to grab a few more horses, connected them in series, protected Lu Ming's left and right, and ran in the direction of Jiansheng.

In one corner of the grassland, if you look vertically from the air, you can see a human-shaped hole through the thick snow, and if you continue to look at it, you will see that even the frozen hard soil has been smashed into it more than a meter deep.

A hand stretched out with difficulty, it was very wide, and he grasped the edge of the soil weakly, and struggled with great difficulty.

Poof! A large puddle of blood was like a morning glow.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

After a violent cough, Balhu stood up, holding his chest with one hand and the snow with the other, then grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth.

Another puff of blood mist erupted, and Bal Hu's face was obviously better, but he knew that the destruction sword qi that invaded his body was not so easy to expel and was still destroying his body.

"It's such a powerful sword qi destruction, it's almost fatal!

Balhu struggled hard, and saw that there were some horseshoe prints around him, which were newly left, and it seemed that his men had been looking for him.

With the last of his strength, Balhu struck a sword qi into the sky, and then he heard the sound of horses' hooves, and before he passed out, he gritted his teeth and said, "Send all the warriors, at all costs." Kill those people......"

......

It was dawn again, and three days had passed.

Hundreds of miles away from the central grassland, among the corpses everywhere, a team of men and horses were gobbling up the original bonfires and food, although it was just a paste-like porridge made of dried cornmeal and snow, but everyone tasted so sweet, and they didn't care about the dead people next to them, but they quickly spread out in all directions.

Next to the campfire, a girl feeds a sick number. He had layers of bandages wrapped around his right arm. But the blood would still seep out, and soon some blood-colored ice crystals would form.

"I can do it myself. The sick man was holding a wooden spoon in his left hand, which could be seen to be freshly carved, but the girl was very stubborn and insisted on feeding it. And sprinkle a layer of finely minced beef powder in the porridge from time to time. He also said, "This is not going to work. Sword Master, you've been in a coma for three days, and your body is in dire need of some nutrients. Now there are more and more pursuers, in case ......"

Lu Ming grinned and said, "Don't worry, even if I die, my brothers will send you all back." ”

"Sword Master...... I'm going to feed you!"

The girl was horrified to find that as soon as she lost her mind, the swordsman had already taken a bite of herself, and she also let out a triumphant smile.

The girl pressed the sick number down, but the murderous posture made it seem that it was becoming easier and easier to emerge elsewhere.

Lu Ming coughed a few times, although he was already very suppressed, some blood still spurted out from the corners of his mouth, and he asked with difficulty, "What about them?"

"I've all gone to investigate, and I think I'll be back soon. But until then, you'd better listen to me, swordsman, or they won't know what I've done. The girl smiled and put the porridge in Lu Ming's mouth, and her words were full of ** threat.

Lu Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head, then stopped talking. He secretly drove the sword marks, and found that the sword marks were not serious, but the meridians around his body were strongly shocked when he forcibly drove the sword qi left by the Sword Saint, but fortunately, his meridians were extremely tough, but they were only broken, not broken. But even then, it will take at least a month to fully recover.

Lu Ming sighed secretly, when there were more and more chasing soldiers, such a self could only be a burden.

Fortunately, there is also a sword intent of the Bal Tiger.

This is very good news, Lu Ming used his own will to drive the sword mark, and it moved in response to the sound and began to pull the most quintessential energy in heaven and earth.

And Lu Ming hoarded all the energy of heaven and earth in the dantian, and then began to nourish the meridians from the inside to the outside little by little.

Zhuo Ligetu's huge body flipped over in a leap, and he stood in front of Lu Ming in surprise, with the happiest smile on his fat face.

"What's going on around now?" Lu Ming stretched out his left hand and patted the fat man, and said weakly.

"It's good if you're awake. "There are more than 300 people in the northwest direction of us, only more than 100 people in the north, and about 3,000 people scattered on the way back to the mainland, they are a team of 100 people, and the distance between each team is not more than ten miles. ”

Lu Ming nodded and said, "In the past three days, you have not been slow to walk, but you have given the other party the opportunity to arrange a complete encirclement, and if you go further, I am afraid that you will directly crash into it." ”

Zhuo Ligetu looked at the marks he had drawn on the ground, and nodded with a cold face: "I didn't expect Bal Hu to be seriously injured, but he still commanded so carefully, which direction should we go now?"

"North. Lu Ming stretched out his finger and pointed: "There are the least people there, obviously just to prevent us from escaping towards that, since that's the case, let's go there, if he wants to play, we'll have a good time with him." ”

The fat man got up and waved his hand, and Leng Jian and Nangong Huajian, who were in charge of guarding in the distance, rushed back, they saw Lu Ming wake up, they didn't say much, just hugged very warmly, the brothers had already honed a tacit understanding in their careers of war and blood.

Lu Ming was miserable for the hug of his brothers, although the killer was not afraid of pain, but Lu Ming's perception was very powerful, and the pain was by no means as simple as superimposing.

In another afternoon, there was a violent slapping of the table in the tent of the steppe tribes, and Balhu was wearing a thick lambskin jacket, but he still couldn't suppress the gray on his face. He looked at the map on the table, and coughed several times in a row, and the white towel that wiped the corners of his mouth still had bright red blood stains.

"North? These bunnies are actually going in the opposite direction, and they are really running north?"

Balhu looked at the battle report in his hand, and the hundreds of soldiers recorded on it had been drawn in black frames, and they were obviously all killed. He frowned, and suddenly said, "Don't pay attention to them, continue to ask a hundred people to garrison the north, I won't believe it!"

The next day.

Bal Tiger looked at the battle report in his hand dumbfounded, the hundred people sent yesterday had already died in battle, but in this way, these guys were about to kill themselves!

Could it be that Lu Ming still has a sword aura that destroys the Sword Saint?

Balhu suddenly felt the cold air on his tailbone, and soon swam along the cervical vertebrae to his whole body, making his body full of cold air: "It's just that Lu Ming hasn't been able to control the sword qi of a Sword Venerable powerhouse again?"

Balhu pondered the question repeatedly, and after a moment, he finally made a choice between his own life and the lives of others, and he said to his subordinates: "Let the blockade circle shrink in my direction, and send a thousand roving warriors to the north, I want to see what they want to do." ”

At this moment, Lu Ming solved the last warrior with his left-handed sword, and after the temporary battle was over, he began to meditate and cultivate again.

Many swordsmen have already admired the swordsman too much, although he can't use the sword qi now, but just the physical swordsmanship has already made these steppe warriors unbearable, and after two northward breakthroughs, the swordsman led everyone back to the original point, and after a few skirmishes, he has already embarked on the road back. This is something that the Bal Tiger couldn't even think of, right?

The fat man kept marking on the map, and he found that although the route Lu Ming led everyone to take was a little tactful, many of the detours were to avoid large-scale battles and pick those squads to do it.

In this way, the time and physical energy saved, the key is that the number of injured people is decreasing, but they are traveling faster than in the previous days. Now on the route back to the mainland, there is only a small distance left, and according to Fang Cai's investigation, only 300 people are guarding.

The fat man looked near the border line and asked, "My brother, how about you say that we should leave a surprise for Balhu?"

"How can a surprise compare to a nightmare?" Lu Ming smiled slightly.

The fat man frowned: "You mean, let's sneak away quietly and let him search for it?"

Lu Ming nodded: "Of course, although Bal Hu was traumatized, his Sword Saint's realm can still recover quickly, I want to leave him a source of nightmares that I think about day and night, after all, next time, we will not have the Sword Venerable Sword Qi, so even a little more time will be good for us." ”

Balhu was lying on a chaise longue, covered with a thick fur, holding a map in his hand, and next to him was a battle report from his men. He repeated the comparisons, marking the routes one after another.

The wind suddenly became stronger, and the tent was whirring.

Balhu tightened his fur and sat up suddenly, the arrows on the map pointing to the last pass on the border line.

He was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that he had calculated for many days, and he actually accompanied Lu Ming's people in a big circle! And during this period, he lost more than 400 people, and all the materials were looted, which shows that they not only weakened their strength during this time, but also lived quite well!

The battle report and map in his hand exploded into pieces, and Balhu turned his head suddenly, his eyebrows tightly twisted together, and his eyes radiated two fierce lights. In the midst of the flying debris, a line of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but unconsciously, he snorted fiercely: "Lu Ming! I don't believe it, you can still have a sword qi of destruction!" Even though I am seriously injured and my combat power is less than half of what I usually do, as long as you don't have that earth-shattering sword qi, everything is completely under my control!"

Balhu thought about it, shook his hand and waved the curtain open, and his figure immediately turned into a cloud of green smoke, and after a little hovering among the tribes, it shot away in the direction of the border line. (To be continued......)