There were 7 people on the fleeing side, all dressed in night clothes, and one of them was the tallest holding a goose feather knife, and frequently engaged the faster pursuers behind him to cover the escape of his companions.

"Dangdangdang......"

The tall man turned around in the middle of the jump, parrying three darts, the blade and the iron dart struck a string of sparks in the night, and with the momentum of the darts, his man jumped to a tree and kicked his legs, and accelerated forward again.

There were more than a dozen pursuers, all of whom were doing a good job, biting the man in black in front of them, and occasionally hitting the front with darts and even gravel picked up in the mountains, but most of them were blocked by the last man in black.

"Xiang Feng, hand over the sword intent post and leave all your corpses!!"

At the same time as a man in a white shirt shouted these words, he stepped on a tree with all the strength under his feet and rushed forward, and a nine-section steel whip was already shaking like a poisonous snake and swung forward.

"Fuck your mother's fart, Lao Tzu will definitely play with all your wives and daughters in the future and then kill them!!"

"When~"

The man in black blocked this blow and borrowed his strength from the tree on the side, but the man in white in the back hit his nine-section whip with his left hand, which actually made the steel whip that was swinged turn around like a poisonous snake and chase the man in black.

"Look for death!"

"Bang..."

The steel whip directly blasted a small piece of the tree's body, and the flying sawdust disrupted the vision, and two charged right hands in the back popped out like bows at the same time.

Whoosh...

"When..." "Poof..."

A dart was hastily blocked, and the dart exploded, and the strong man in black was finally injured and hit a dart in his left shoulder.

And the steel whip still swept in front of him like a long stick and sometimes like a spiritual snake, causing the man in black to break out in a cold sweat.

"Drink~"

Lucky enough to swing the knife frantically.

"Bang Bang ......"

A large number of branches were cut off by the man in black named Xiang Feng, and he stretched out his legs and kicked the branches backwards one after another, not daring to delay alone, and trying his best to flee forward.

The man in black originally thought that stealing the sword intent post would be a matter of hand-to-hand capture, but he didn't think that the dead old man of the Fan family was old but still violent, and in order to solve the old guy, Yandi 13 stole and broke the two.

The remaining 11 thieves fled after getting the sword intent post, and the Fan family saw that the old lady was killed by the bandits, as if they were going crazy, and issued a call to the entire Dingyuan martial arts: If anyone has 13 thieves in his hand, he will not only give him the sword intent post, but also tell the Fan family all the painstaking experience for many years.

For a time, the martial arts of Dingyuan Mansion were surging, and masters from all walks of life gathered, just to chase and kill the 13 thieves of Yandi.

"Sword Intent Post" is the peerless master known as the sword immortal in the past Zuo Maniac left on his deathbed, its Chinese characters imply part of the sword move sword intent of the Zuo Maniac, but also directly refers to the place where he will be buried before his death, martial arts rumors: Enlighten the sword intent, you can find the tomb of the left madman, and obtain his peerless martial arts secret book and divine soldier long sword Qingying.

Everyone didn't expect that the "Sword Intent Post", which had set off a bloody storm in the martial arts, had been hidden in the Dingyuan Fan family, and they didn't expect that the Fan family would make the news public in order to take revenge.

At this moment, the chasing Jianghu players are all vying for the lead, and this group of people have fought several times after finding the remaining 11 thieves, reducing them to 7 thieves, and they have already had a tacit understanding with each other to take down the sword intent post together before others and even the masters of Beppu and other states come to join in the fun.

And for the promise of the Fan family, the 13 thieves of Yandi must also die!

。。。

The more the man in black fled, the more anxious he became, and he originally planned to use the mountains and forests to get rid of the pursuit, but the dozen or so people in the rear were not mediocre, and they chased too closely and didn't give them a chance at all.

In fact, many of the black-clothed people in front of them were injured, and now that Xiang Feng, who was in the lead, was also hit by a dart, the situation was even more critical.

"Big brother, it can't go on like this, we can't consume them!"

"Damn, damn Fan Tong, if you die, you'll still make trouble for us!

The black-clothed man in the lead grabbed the scroll in his arms with a fierce blow, and jumped to a relatively open mountain in front of him in a few vertical leaps, raising the scroll in his hand high.

The other men in black fell behind him and gasped.

"You mad dogs, don't you just want the sword intent, if you force us to be anxious, Lao Tzu will tear up this broken word!!"

As he spoke, Xiang Feng had already pulled away the originally rolled up notebook.

In the rear, the masters of the pursuit landed nearby, separated by two feet from the black-clothed people.

The man in the white shirt sneered.

"I still want to struggle when I die, what if I destroy the ink treasure left by Zuo Jianxian, as long as I have the experience of the Fan family for many years, it will be the same!"

"Hehehe, Jiang Chongli, you can think like this, will the people around you be? If the Fan family's little enlightenment is useful, wouldn't they have gone to find the peerless swordsmanship and divine weapons of the Zuo madman themselves a long time ago?"

The man in black sneered and mocked, and there was a brief silence between the two sides.

Xiang Feng didn't think that he could really take away the sword intent post this time, he just wanted to escape, and was about to say something more, when suddenly the mountain wind blew up.

Woo~~~~ Woo~~~~~~

The wind swept up the leaves and dust, making the night even darker, and Xiang Feng's hand suddenly loosened, and the calligraphy was actually swept into the air by the wind.

"Not good!!"

"Sword Intent!!"

"Grab !!"

The pursuer's side immediately took off in the air, performing light skills and jumping up to grab the sword intent.

As soon as Xiang Feng's secret hatred arose, he suddenly realized that it was an opportunity, and quietly jumped backwards with many black-clothed bandits, and escaped by taking advantage of the strong wind and the chaos of chasing the sword intent.

In the glade, many good hands jumped up and snatched, and some even moved at others in the air, wanting to snatch the sword intent post first.

It's a pity that this gust of wind is very weird, and the sword intent post was actually raised in vain when it was about to be touched by the white-clothed guest, and was directly swept into the sky.

Woo~~~~ Woo~~~~~

More fallen leaves, dead branches and dust swept away, and the knights also reached the limit of their light jumping, and fell one after another, and when they looked into the air, the calligraphy had disappeared into the night, and the ground had lost the trace of the remaining bandits.

"Damn!!!!

"Hey, it's a failure!!"

"This wind is too evil!"

"Are you still chasing?"

"Hmph, let's find the sword intent post first!"

For the sake of safety, the group of Jianghu guests divided into two groups and pursued in two possible directions.

。。。

On an unnamed peak of Niukui Mountain, Lu Shanjun was lying lazily at the mouth of the cave, and there was a relatively miniature calligraphy in the tiger's palm, which was the sword intent post that was rolled up when he passed by somewhere in the mountain before.

The sharp nails gently opened the calligraphy, and the slightly yellowed paper scroll had hundreds of words on the iron painting, and the silver hook warehouse was strong.

"Good word! Unfortunately, it's not unusual. ”

Although the word has a fierce meaning, it has no aura, and it is really left by the so-called "sword immortal" of ordinary warriors, but the tiger who just wanted to open his mouth and swallow suddenly paused.

'Words are good words!'

Thinking of this, the huge tiger slowly got up and rushed into the mountains and forests with a breeze.

More than an hour later, near a mountain col in Ning'an County.

A red fox was trampled on its tail by a huge tiger claw almost the size of its body.

"Woo... Woo......"

The red fox's body was stiff and trembling, and he didn't dare to struggle too much, but turned around very humanly and carefully, and his two front paws were put together as if he was making a gesture of pleading at the tiger.

Lu Shanjun's mouth raised slightly, revealing terrifying fangs.

"Hehe, I have long known that your fox has opened up your wisdom, and I also know that you often go down the mountain to Ning'an County to steal farm chickens and ducks, have you ever seen a blind master who once lived in the temple of Waifeng Mountain?"

"Woo woo woo ......"

The fox didn't dare to resist and nodded.

"Just recognize it, do something for me. ”

With that, a scroll of calligraphy floated out of the tiger's mouth, and a thin rope intertwined with tiger hair was wrapped around it, and it hung directly on the red fox's back and hid under the red hair.

"You go to Shuixian Town and Ning'an County to find Mr. Ji for me, if you can find Mr., you will give this note to him on my behalf, you have my hair on your body Mr. should not make a move on you, but remember not to disturb Mr. Qingjing, have you written it down?"

Find Mr. Ji's residence and give this note to Mr. Ji for me, Mr. is blind but a master of the world, and he will not be unrecognizable when he foresees it.

"Woooooo

The red fox only dared to respond weakly.

Lu Shanjun's fierce eyes converged, revealing a satisfied look, and let go of the tiger's claws.

"Very good, this is also a creation of yours, whether you can find Mr. or not, don't be smart, go!"

The red fox walked a few steps with a slight tremble, looked back at the mountain tiger, and then sped up on all fours, and scurried into the forest.

Lu Shanjun watched the red fox disappear, thinking in his heart, it should not be a cliché to send calligraphy and paintings.