At the moment when Lu Nianchou made a move, the figure of the soul chasing and killing suddenly retreated, and he laughed and said, "I knew that you little cub was uneasy and kind." ”

"When the old man was wandering the rivers and lakes, you weren't born yet!"

"If you want to yin me, you are still far away."

Between the lightning and flint, he dodged Lu Nianchou's killer blow, and then the judge's pen was no longer merciful, and it continued to point at more than a dozen of the enemy's big holes like a raging storm.

Lu Nianchou's face turned pale, and he really didn't expect that the blow he was determined to win would not have the slightest effect.

"These old rivers and lakes really can't be underestimated, they lick blood on the knife all their lives, and they are cautious everywhere."

"In terms of experience in the rivers and lakes, I'm too far from them!"

He sighed in his heart, he had reached the desperate situation of exhaustion at this time, but surprisingly, there was not the slightest panic on his face.

There is just a wisp of mockery, a wry smile and helplessness.

"In the end, I still have to let her make a move!"

This thought just flashed in his heart, and the next moment, in the dark night, a silver needle as slender as a cow's hair suddenly flashed.

Poof!

The poisonous ice spirit silver needle penetrated through the back of the soul chasing and killing suo.

"Lee! Mo! Worry about! ”

The judge's pen in the hand of the soul chasing and killing was only an inch away from Lu Nianchou, but his body stiffened.

"Almost! It's almost ......."

Lu Nianchou was dripping in cold sweat, if it was a moment too late, he would have been pierced through his head by the enemy's weapon.

"Thankfully! Li Mochou ignored my dissuasion, and quietly followed me just now. He rejoiced in his heart.

However, at this moment, the Soul Chaser suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, a long trail of blood flowed from the seven orifices, and a touch of scarlet suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He stared at Lu Nianchou, revealing endless pain, madness, and violence!

"Only by killing you, can my grandson have enough merit and be reused by the Mongols!"

"So, you give me death!"

He roared wildly, regardless of the internal force of operation, he burst out with the last potential of his life, and slaughtered Xiang Lu Nianchou.

"Not even dead?!"

A flash of surprise flashed in Lu Nian's pupils, but the short knife in his hand slashed out without hesitation.

Bang dang! Bang dang! Bang dang!

In just a few moments, the weapons collided several times, and even burst into flames.

In the end, the soul-chasing and life-stealing man did not dodge or dodge, and collided head-on with his body, blocking Lu Nianchou's knife, and the judge pen in his hand pointed towards the center of his eyebrows.

"Dead ......"

Lu Nianchou was frightened into a cold sweat, and he no longer dared to block hard, and he used light skills to dodge when he couldn't do anything.

The judge's pen, which broke out with a fatal blow, actually pierced the tree behind him directly, causing the snow on the branches to fall.

"It's a pity!"

A muttered voice came out of the mouth of the Soul Chaser, and then his body slammed into the ground, and his eyes flashed with reluctance and resentment, and he did not close until he died.

Lu Nianchou only felt that his legs were filled with lead, and his two arms were completely numb.

However, he did not dare to fall, and let out a fierce roar like a hungry wolf in his throat, and a single knife cut the throat of the Mongolian soldier who pounced, and blood splattered.

"Come on!"

Lu Nianchou was covered in blood, but the killing intent on his body became more and more intense, and the various foreign exercises he practiced made his physique strong, even at this time, he was still able to squeeze out some strength.

He looked at the Mongolian soldiers who were slowly surrounding him with extremely ferocious eyes, the silver finch knife in his hand had turned bloody, the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and even there was blood on his teeth.

Lu Nianchou held the Silver Sparrow Knife, and it had been several years since he practiced the family knife technique, and he had reached the realm of Dacheng under the hang-up system and his own penance.

This kind of achievement is often the lifelong pursuit of ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, such as chasing souls and killing people, there is a great achievement in martial arts that can make a name for itself in Shanxi martial arts.

Even if his internal strength was exhausted and he was seriously injured, he had a knife in his hand, and in the face of these wolf-like Mongolian soldiers, he did not have the slightest fear, only the ruthlessness from the bones.

"Kill!"

Almost at the same time, both sides shouted and slaughtered together.

The five-handled steel knife slashed off the head and covered the face, blocking all the retreats of Lu Nianchou.

However, at this moment, he didn't think about retreating at all, those people in the rivers and lakes could break through their external defenses with every move, but these ordinary soldiers, what was he afraid of?

Lu Nianchou's footsteps moved slightly, and his body was slightly sideways, allowing those steel knives to sweep diagonally across his body.

Although the blade tore the skin, the wound was not deep because of the angle of the chop and the strength of the skin that was as tough as cowhide.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

At the same time, the blood-dripping knife flashed at a strange and tricky angle, slitting the throats of three enemies in an instant, causing them to fall to the ground in pain.

"Giggles, go on!"

At this time, Lu Nianchou was covered with wounds, the severe pain made his face hideous, and his whole body was covered in blood, just like a demon killed in hell.

The remaining two Mongol soldiers were finally frightened when they saw that their long knives slashed at the enemy, but they could not kill the enemy, while their companions died one by one.

"It's not a man, he's not a man!"

"He's a demon, an immortal demon!"

They whispered incomprehensible terrified whispers in Mongolian, then dropped their weapons and fled madly towards the mountains.

Lu Nian smiled sadly, stepped out, stabbed a Mongolian soldier to death from behind, and then let the blood gush out, and slowly drew the knife.

"Give me death!"

He threw the long knife in his hand, tearing through the night wind, piercing the body of the last foe with precision, causing him to fall in a pool of blood with a wail.

"Giggles, I won after all!"

Lu Nianchou was lying on the ground like mud, exhausted, but he could feel his heart beating "thump", which was the joy of escaping death.

After recovering a moment and barely regaining some strength, he struggled and walked towards the big tree where Li Mochou was hiding just now.

When he got closer, he saw this woman sitting on the ground with her back against the tree, and she had already passed out because she had used her true qi just now to send out an ice spirit silver needle, which caused poison again.

Lu Nianchou looked at her pale face and slightly dyed blue and black lips, and there was really some indescribable complexity and annoyance in his heart.

"You still can't bear to let me die!"

"But Li Mochou, next time, I will never let you save me again!"

He was once again dissatisfied with his own strength, if the hard work of the foreign family went further and could defend against the swords and guns of ordinary people, today's fight would never be so difficult and tragic.

"Let's go, I'll take you home!"

Lu Nianchou slowly picked up Li Mochou by the waist, tightened it tightly into his arms, and then walked towards the depths of the mountains and forests with some staggering steps.

It didn't take long for snow to fall in the sky, and the snow became heavier and heavier, and the sky and the earth were white, and all traces left behind were drowned.