The voice was very low, in order to avoid causing panic among the people in the Changlong Dart Bureau.

Meng Lei also noticed this, knowing that the general trend was gone, although he was sad and angry in his heart, he also understood that if he continued to fight like this, the whole army would be wiped out, so he immediately decided to abandon the dart and leave.

He let out a loud shout, slashed back at Ma Ling, and then shouted.

"Rush with me!"

Saying that, Meng Lei took the lead and rushed towards the mountains and forests like a mad tiger.

This is the only way for them to survive now.

Only when you enter the mountains and forests will you not be surrounded by people and make dumplings.

I have to say that Meng Lei, as an experienced veteran, can be called the top in both decisiveness and judgment.

Under his loud shout, everyone in the Changlong Dart Bureau was shocked, and then followed Meng Lei and rushed out.

Zhao Ya's gaze roamed over everyone's faces, but he didn't find Tan Dong's shadow, and his heart couldn't help but sink.

Although the battle just now lasted for a short time, it had already caused a lot of casualties.

Zhao Ya alone saw several executioners die under the sword and gun, and even Lin Sheng and Luo Qiang, the two dart masters, have been injured to varying degrees, which shows the tragic situation of the battle.

And Tan Dong's strength is average, and it is difficult to say that he can survive in such a fierce battle.

For a while, Zhao Ya's heart was in a hurry, so he could only fight and leave, and at the same time, his eyes kept sweeping the battlefield, trying to find Tan Dong's traces, even if it was a corpse.

At this moment, he saw a figure crawling up from the group of dead bodies on the ground, and then ran to Zhao Ya while no one was paying attention to him.

"Brother Zhao!"

Zhao Ya glanced sideways and saw Tan Dong standing there with blood on his face, and he couldn't help but be surprised and happy in his heart.

"How?"

"It's okay, it's all blood on the corpse, I don't have anything!"

Tan Dong is not a fool.

At the beginning of this battle, he made a move with a bandit from Qingzhuling, and was almost shattered, and he knew at that time that he was purely a cannon fodder and couldn't do anything.

So he lay down in the group of dead bodies and pretended to be dead, and the blood on his face was afraid that it would not look like it enough, so he touched it.

Zhao Ya was a little relieved in his heart, no matter what, this was good news, and he took Tan Dong to rush to the mountains and forests behind Meng Lei and the others.

At this time, the other two teams had already rushed to the front and converged with Ma Ling and the others.

For a time, the pressure on everyone in the Changlong Dart Bureau increased greatly.

Fortunately, they are getting closer and closer to the mountains and forests.

Meng Lei had a few more scars on his body, but instead of weakening his strength, it made him more and more crazy.

A long knife flew up and down, and after the Wind Knife Technique was unleashed, it was like a tornado, devouring and destroying all those who dared to stand in his way.

Under this momentum, the strong Ma Ling can only temporarily avoid the edge.

Finally, Meng Lei led everyone to rush to the edge of the mountain forest, but at the moment when he was about to step into the mountain forest.

A figure suddenly rushed out of the darkness and raised his palm to slap Meng Lei's head.

The smell of the palm wind is pungent, and the key is that it is extremely fast.

Caught off guard, Meng Lei could only reluctantly raise his hand and slapped the other party.

With a muffled bang, Meng Lei staggered back, and then opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The figure let out a strange laugh like a night owl.

"Mr. Meng, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

At this time, Meng Lei felt that the hand in the opposite palm quickly became numb, and the palm of the palm was even blacker.

He knew that he had been hit by a palm force similar to a poisonous sand palm.

I couldn't help but fall into despair.

Could it be that I still have a dart game today, and everyone is going to die here?

It was at this moment that someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

"Hidden Weapon!"

As he spoke, a gray shadow went straight to the night owl-like man in the mountains and forests.

The man sneered, "Carving insect skills! ”

With a wave of his hand, he planned to use the palm wind to knock this secret weapon away.

But as soon as the palm wind collided, the hidden weapon exploded.

The white mist dissipated instantly.

It's lime powder!

The man couldn't help but be furious.

He is Diao Ruhai, the master of the five villages in Qingzhuling, and his kung fu with a poisonous sand palm is already superb, but he didn't expect to be dealt with with by someone with this kind of indiscriminate tricks, how to make him not angry.

He just wanted to use his palm again to dispel the white mist, but suddenly felt unbearable itching all over his body.

This itch penetrates deep into the bone marrow, making people want to dig out the flesh.

"Ahhh Diao Ruhai shouted angrily.

But of course Zhao Ya wouldn't bother with him.

Zhao Ya turned around and threw a few more upgraded lime bags at the people in Qingzhuling, who were chasing.

After the white mist exploded, it temporarily stopped the pursuit of these people.

Then he picked up Meng Lei, who was already like gold paper, and shouted: "Run!" ”

Then he ran into the mountains and forests without looking back.

These people who stayed in Qingzhuling finally got rid of the lime bag, and the people of Zhao Ya had disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Diao Ruhai has already scratched all over his body, but even so, the itch has not been relieved.

Ma Ling's condition is better, but he is also red and swollen.

On the contrary, the woman who was attacked by Zhao Ya before was in the best condition.

This is because she has long known that there are people in the Changlong dart game who do not play cards according to common sense, and even quench the unspeakable poison on the arrow, so she took precautions in advance.

At this time, she took out two pills and gave them to Diao Ruhai and Ma Ling.

After the two of them ate it, they felt that their bodies were instantly cooler, and the itchiness was slightly relieved.

"Third girl, what should I do next?" Diao Ruhai asked through gritted teeth.

He already hated the man who threw the lime bag, so his words were full of murderous intent.

"Leave some people here to pack up the dart carts, and the rest will follow me into the mountains to chase after me." Fu Tingfang said coldly.

How could she not hate the man who shot an arrow at her?

What's more, before going down the mountain, my brother made it clear that according to the agreement with that party, try to exhaust the strength of the Changlong Dart Bureau, and if you can kill it all, it is the best, even if you can't do it, you have to make Meng Lei and the dart masters under him lose their combat effectiveness.

Under Fu Tingfang's orders, the people of Qingzhuling acted quickly, and a group of people guarded the goods of the dart car here, and the rest of the people entered the mountains and forests to pursue the people of the Changlong Dart Bureau.

In the vast mountains and forests, Zhao Ya and others were marching with difficulty.

At this time, there were not many executioners left in the Changlong Dart Bureau, except for Tan Dong, there were only a few people left such as Luo Feng and Zhou Hua.

Lin Sheng was shot, although he didn't get stuck in the vital point, he didn't have much combat power.

Luo Qiang was also miserable, a knife was slashing at his face, almost chopping his head to pieces, although he was not dead, he was blind in one eye.

But the worst is the chief dart head Meng Lei.

In just a short period of time, the black qi on his palm had spread to his elbows, and at the same time, his face was like white paper, obviously poisoned quite deeply.

For a while, everyone's faces were panicked.

No one knows what to do next.

At this moment, Zhao Ya suddenly stopped.

"Chief dart, offended!"

As he spoke, he tore off a strip of cloth and wrapped it around the shoulder of Meng Lei's arm.

Meng Lei had already understood at this time, and nodded at Zhao Ya.

"Let's do it!"

Zhao Ya did not hesitate, and cut off Meng Lei's poisoned arm with a single sword.