Seeing one of the familiar figures, Chen Zhuo couldn't help but be happy, but the closer he got to him, the more the joy in his eyes faded and disappeared quickly, and then replaced with apprehension, unease, and fear......

The twilight wind swept across the endless wilderness like a whimpering cry, and the rolled blades of grass fluttered between heaven and earth.

Distance.

Two figures, one of them trembled, and staggered and took two steps forward.

It was originally a terrifying man, with a tall body of almost two meters, like a troll, but after a few steps, he seemed to be deflated and lost his strength, and his burly body was visibly shriveled and thin, turning into an old lama with a dry body.

After a few steps out, this person's legs were weak, he sat down, put his hands down, seemed to see Chen Zhuo who came over, glanced at it lightly, and then lowered his head, already out of breath.

And the other person is not Wang Wu, but he is also the person close to him, Guo Yunshen.

The blood on Chen Zhuo's face faded unconsciously, and he looked at Guo Yunshen from a distance and couldn't help but call, "Old Guo? ”

When the words came out, the expression on his face froze violently, but he saw Guo Yunshen's standing still, straight and stable body slowly leaning back and falling down.

"Guo Lao !!"

Chen Zhuo rolled off the horse, strode to catch up, and looked at Guo Yunshen who fell to the ground, his eyes were red as if he could ooze blood.

I haven't seen it for several years, and the old man's long braids have been untied, and his hair is white.

When he was dying, Guo Yunshen's eyes trembled, he couldn't speak, he seemed to feel that he looked at Chen Zhuo who was kneeling beside him, his breath was rapid and violent, his undulating chest was like a leaky bellows, and his throat squirmed, and there was hot blood gushing out like a broken embankment, mixed with black red pieces.

Chen Zhuo's lips were slightly white, his heart trembled, and he was busy trying to massage the old man, but as soon as his hands fell on Guo Yunshen's chest, the tears in his eyes could not be contained.

When the palm touches, it is full of broken bones.

"I ...... I have a thousand-year-old ginseng here...... I'm sure I'll save you......"

Chen Zhuo was busy taking out the jade box, but was gently pressed by a hand.

Guo Yunshen lay on the ground, smiled at him first, and shook his head again, but not a word came out of his mouth, and his eyes glanced at the depths of the wilderness, as if he was saying something silently.

Under the old man's finger, he swiped lightly on the palm of Chen Zhuo's hand, that is,

"Hurry up and help your master...... I have no regrets......"

After a few words were written, Guo Yunshen's mouth and nose were bleeding, his pale cheeks were dyed red by the choking back blood, his bright eyes were also rapidly dimming, and then his body was like a broken string, his chest collapsed, and there was no movement.

The twilight is about to end, suddenly the wind rises, the ink clouds on the horizon roll, like a black wave, sweeping in all directions, the thunder in the clouds is brewing, rumbling over the sky, with the lightning that is scurrying like a golden snake, it is already the wind and rain coming.

Looking at Guo Yunshen's corpse, Chen Zhuo's heart was full of sorrow.

It's just that he knows that there is no delay at this moment, and there are other people fighting fiercely, and life and death are uncertain.

"Senior Brother Chen, go to ...... quickly"

In the distance, Hao Enguang and Shang Yunshen were already coming.

Chen Zhuoqiang shook his head three times in grief, and had already climbed on his horse and hurried towards the depths of the wilderness.

The rain poured down, the vision narrowed, and a strange scene was seen in the rain.

The four figures confronted each other with the momentum of one enemy and three enemies, like four statues of gods.

That person was a middle-aged man who looked like a chaifu, with a sallow face like a sick ghost, thin and fleshless, wearing a blue coarse cloth gown on his upper body, a pair of brown wide crotch bloomers on his lower body, and a pair of old cloth shoes with two mille-feuille soles with hemp rope bottoms, standing quietly in the rain.

The remaining three stood side by side, confronting them in the rain.

On the left is a bald-eyed old man with a Chinese face, with a clean face, wide robe and wide sleeves, and silver frost-like white hair braided into a braid on the back of his head, like a Taoist priest with idle clouds and wild cranes.

In the middle is an old man with snow-white eyebrows, this person is in good spirits, his skeleton is very large, his temperament is not bad, he is wearing a black silk robe, his face is calm, there is a little ruddy color, his hands naturally hang down to his side, and his eyes are faintly shining.

The man on the right has an empty right sleeve, but he is a one-armed man who is also an old man; About the age of the sixtieth birthday, but the figure is burly and straight, dressed casually, coarse linen clothes, shirtless and barefoot, and is also the youngest of the three, although the temples are stained with frost, but its blood is vigorous, like a tiger in the prime of life, full of black beard, messy hair roots like halberds, it is the fifth king.

It has become a realm of mystery.

At the feet of the four of them, many corpses were poured, not only of men, but also of wild beasts.

Not only that, but there were more than a dozen masters dressed in different costumes outside the battle circle, both men and women, who neither stepped forward nor retreated, as if outsiders were not allowed to disturb the battle.

Thunder roared in the sky, and the ink clouds swept in, shaking the whole earth to tremble.

Under the clouds, he rode a fast horse and rushed to it like a flash of lightning.

The eyes of the person on horseback swept like lightning, and he caught a glimpse of Wang Wu's figure, let out a long howl, spit thunder, flickered and dismounted, and strode to catch up.

Shocked by the tragic murderous aura, those masters immediately saw several figures rushing towards him, the rabbit rose and fell, and the body method turned out to be a hundred schools, all of which were unheard of masters.

Chen Zhuo didn't have time to think carefully about where Li Cunyi and Cheng Tinghua were, his eyes were already slightly narrowed, and the murderous intent exploded.

Depending on the situation, these people are either disciples of the disciples secretly cultivated by the old monster of Tongxuan, or they are those tomb keepers who are incognito.

A cursory sweep shows that the number of years is only half a hundred, and the number of young people is also standing, both men and women.

Looking at the strange confrontation in the battle circle, Chen Zhuo secretly breathed slowly.

The four figures rose and fell, two men and two women, who had already come to fight, and he was not allowed to step into the battle circle for half a step.

I can't help but say, life and death meet.

Chen Zhuo's hands were smoothed behind his back, the two revolvers had been taken out, and the eyes of the four people in front of him changed slightly, and then they stared at the muzzle of the gun, and their bodies were scattered, as fast as a snake.

Seeing that he was holding a foreign spear in his hand, three of those masters who swept the formation got up, like harriers drilling into the forest, and pressed towards him one after another from the rain.

There are even hidden weapons that break through the air and fly in.

Chen Zhuo's feet swayed and dodged, avoiding hidden weapons, but instead of shooting at the nearest enemy, the gun was pointed at the distance.

"Bang ......"

Several gunshots rang out, and the last three people who got up had fallen in the dodge, but they were seen to be in the body, and there were bullet holes in their hands, feet and chests.

The two of them walked around and flew quickly, their bodies suddenly went up and down, moving left and right, and they had dodged within ten steps.

One person makes a move, and there are people on the left and right sides to keep up, one person makes a palm, and one person grabs and forces with tiger claws.

Chen Zhuo's chaotic mind was steady, his toes were a little bit, and he suddenly slipped back, sliding a trace of water on the grassland, and the two guns had been collected, and at the moment when the woman was pressing to follow, a bright knife light spit out from his sleeve like a spiritual snake.

The knife is sharp, the knife light is fast, but there is no sound,

The woman's pupils shrank sharply, her fist sank, her attack slowed down, her waist twisted to avoid the trembling tip in front of her, and she grabbed her arm sideways to block the blade, and wanted to push it away, but as soon as her arm touched the blade, the straight long knife had been bent and turned, and the tip of the knife stabbed back and pierced down on her left chest.

With a muffled snort, the tip of the knife tore through the flesh and clothing, blood splashed, and the woman rolled over and fell.

Another middle-aged man pushed his palm to fight.

Chen Zhuo's feet retreated sharply, but the offensive did not retreat, his left hand pushed his palm to meet it, and the "Tiangang Jin" stimulated the muscles and flesh of his body to squirm wildly, and the corners of his eyes swept the figures on the left and right sides at the same time.

"Smack!"

There was a bang, and the two palms collided in the air, and the raindrops between the two exploded.

The man wanted to make a move while withdrawing his palm, but his expression was stiff, his eyes drooped, and he didn't know when half of the knife body had been rolled into his chest.

The corpse fell to the ground, and blood gushed from its empty chest.

The other two couldn't help but be afraid and frightened when they saw this ruthless method of wielding a knife and rolling their hearts, but the offensive did not slow down for half a minute.

The claws rise and fall, and they are already in front.

Seeing that Chen Zhuo killed two people in an instant with one enemy and four instants, all the masters who swept the formation had already got up and pressed towards him.

A spear suddenly drilled out of the pouring rain, and the tip of the spear was raised, and the woman who pushed the palm was pierced through the heart and died on the spot.

The other person was already buckling Chen Zhuo's right rib, but he saw a fist crashing towards him and hit his wrist.

The man shrank and retreated, the fist shrank and retracted, and another punch followed, a quick attack, the fist shadow fell like a crossbow, the man parried a few moves and fell out like a kite with a broken line, his arms were broken, his mouth was foaming blood, and he died.

Hao Enguang and Shang Yunshen flew over, Guo Yunshen sacrificed his life to die, the two of them were murderous at the moment, their eyes were fierce and terrifying, and then they looked at the four people who were in a stalemate in the field.

Hao Enguang glanced at the thunder and lightning above his head, frowned and clenched his fist.

The three of them didn't talk nonsense, looking at those who were rushing to sweep the formation, and strode to meet the meteor.

"Fight!"

(End of chapter)