Xie Fengde also seemed to have expected them to hide behind the house, and the first few arrows missed, and he jumped with the reed crossbow and approached the hut. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Jun Li's heart moved slightly, and if he could get a chance to get close, I might be able to stop him. When he stopped and drew his sword, he took advantage of the fire in the hut and hid in the shadows behind the house.

Xu Xu Xu had no intention of running with all his strength with the thorns, and he didn't notice for a while that he hadn't followed. Xie Fengde's vision was blocked, and his figure had already crossed the hut, the crossbow was raised again, and the blade of the sword had arrived in the cold oblique stab, he was about to turn in shock, but it was too late, the sword was full of cold air, and it had already sharpened the machine spring in his hand.

Jun Li's sword was not to hurt him, but to break the crossbow. As long as there was no such evil soldier with a disparity in strength, he expected that the three of them would not have no chance. Xie Fengde's little finger had been broken by the sword qi before he could defend himself, and he howled in pain--but the sword collided with the power of the crossbow, and Jun Li felt a tremor in his palm-the crossbow was harder than iron, and it was not damaged at all!

His heart fell coldly—if this blow failed, he was afraid that he would have no choice but to die.

In a flash of lightning, the crossbow body was still knocked upward, and the several arrows shot into the air, listening so closely, it was really terrifying, and the blood-chasing sword that flicked back pressed Jun Li's chest with a dull pain. Xie Fengde was injured, his eyes became blood-red, and he handed over the strength weapon to his left hand by mistake, saying that it was not comparable to his mental strength, but under the anger, the "Yin and Yang Translocation" mental method had come out, like a storm pressing on Jun Li, making him suddenly feel like he was drifting in a huge whirlpool, although his mind was complete, but the whole person was about to be torn apart by the illusion, where could the sword in his hand still be lifted?

Unintentionally hearing Xie Fengde's howl, he turned around together, and saw Xie Fengde's hideous face in the fierce firelight, holding a crossbow in his left hand, and the machine spring had been pressed forward to Jun Li's chest - if the crossbow arrow was issued at this moment, I am afraid that Jun Li's body would be shot out of a big hole, how could he still be alive!

"Stop, stop, don't move, I'm here!" shouted Thorn Fear. She did think about dying together—she wasn't afraid to die with them—but how could she face it, to see Jun Li die so tragically in front of her. She didn't care about anything, she spread her arms wide, and ran over as if she was afraid that Xie Fengde wouldn't see her. "I'm here, you let him go, I'll go with you!"

"Don't come here! Unintentionally!" Jun Li seemed to know that it was useless to persuade him at this moment, and he could only hope that he would not let his sister fall into the hands of such a person.

Unintentionally, he pulled the thorn. "Brother Junli......" He looked at him, his voice trembling, as if he really didn't know what to do.

"Oh, has the little girl changed her mind?" Xie Fengde smiled. "It's too late, I changed my mind!"

"Don't!" the thorn shouted desperately, thinking that he must pull the reed and cause Jun Li's death, and the person had already broken away like a rabbit and flew over—but Xie Fengde didn't. The crossbow in his hand was raised, and it turned to the thorn.

It was Jun Li's turn to be shocked. The stab also stopped in shock, but the spring was already ringing. The distance at this time was less than twenty zhang, too close for a crossbow. Those lucky expectations that may not be able to shoot are just in terms of the situation that was still a little distance away before, and now that the arrows are out, how can the stabbing be lucky!

The shiny steel arrowhead came towards him like this - in such a short time, under the panic, there was no way to take a single step, and the only thing he could do was to close his eyes and wait for death. But the eyes were not closed. She saw that there was another person who came with the arrows—this was what frightened her even more, but she didn't have time to be afraid—everything was so fast, she couldn't tell whether Jun Li was the last to come first, or if he had already moved first when Xie Fengde raised his crossbow and changed direction—it should be the latter, otherwise how could a person's speed be as fast as the crossbow arrows off the string!

The arrows arrived, and so did the people. What kind of powerful crossbow was this, so that it pierced his body like this, and the residual strength was not gone. The powerful force slammed Jun Li's body into her chest, causing her to fall backwards, and the tip of the arrow that pierced through his body also nailed into her abdomen.

She was in pain to the core, not for the arrow that pierced her body, but for him at this moment. She was so painful that she couldn't say a word, and those two hands could only hold him tightly, but she really didn't know if she could save a penny by holding him like this.

Unintentionally recovering from the shock, his steps were about to move, and when he looked up, he saw that the crossbow was aimed at him again. But at this moment where did he have any scruples and fears—where else could he have any scruples and fears, and he shouted angrily, and rushed forward with his life.

Even if he knew that he might not be able to rush in front of Xie Fengde, he couldn't control himself. He couldn't imagine what had just happened—if that terrible blow was true, he couldn't survive alone. All remorse for being so useless to himself is even more useless, and he would rather die with them like this.

But perhaps, there are really miracles in this world. At last the sky could no longer bear the weight of the clouds, and there was a tumbling thunderclap in the air, and the sky suddenly became dark, and the arrow of death came from more and more indiscernible and inaudible, but he saw a golden flash that jammed the wrench of the spring with precision before the heavy rain fell on the earth.

He recognized the gold—the gold that was all too familiar. He couldn't see anyone yet, but he was already crying, and there was a cry in it.

"Dad, is that you!?" he cried, "Why did you come, why did you come now!"

-- In the past, Shan Jiquan had a very famous blade called the Golden Wire Saw. It was a strange soldier that he liked to play with when he was still called Zhuo Yan, like a whip but not a whip, soft and sharp, soft and strong. It's just that after returning to the Blue Dragon Sect, he concentrated on his single sword technique, and rarely showed these strange things when he was young.

But seeing such a critical situation today, apart from the golden wire saw, what can be done to make that powerful crossbow?

Xie Fengde's strong crossbow was suddenly stuck, and before he could react for a while, the golden skill had already snatched the crossbow from his hand. He didn't argue about his appearance, he was still waiting to catch it, but his palm was scraped a little by the sawtooth, and he knew that it was not good, so he hurriedly withdrew his strength, and when he looked up, the crossbow was already in the enemy's hands.

Xie Fengde was careless, and suddenly lost his strength, but at the same time, he was old and spicy, and at the same time, the puzzle was born. No matter who the person is, as long as they restrain their sanity, the strong crossbow is useless in the hands of the other party.

But this turn was about to be applied to the front of the mind, and it was a huge rain curtain that came over the head and covered the face. The rain came so suddenly, as if it had been swept by the wind from a very high and far place, and it swept him all over his head, and the mist rose, and the burning house was poured into a cloud of smoke, and he could not see the person on the other side clearly, and he did not expect that the person on the other side would not see his confusion.

Xie Fengde was so discouraged that he put his palms together and made a move of "Ten Fingers Gathering Eight Desolations", but his little finger was in severe pain, and he knew that most of the enemy could not be injured, so he just wanted to get out first.

This split should not be underestimated. Shan Jiquan, who was in the rain and mist, blocked it with the crossbow in his hand, and only then did he turn this blow away, but Xie Fengde's body was extremely fast, and he had already fled far away in the heavy rain.

Shan Jiquan had no time to care for him, and hurriedly swept up and down in front of the thorn. That arrow made her and Jun Li unable to separate, and the torrential rain swept at the blood under the two of them, but they couldn't even tell whose blood it was. She couldn't move and hugged Jun Li in her arms, and when she saw her father's face, she cried out loud and said, "Dad, what should I do!"

Jun Li was still awake. The pain was so severe that he couldn't faint, but he already clearly felt that he could no longer control his own fate. His soul was about to leave him like this again, and only the "Daddy" shouted by the stab made his dying consciousness lightly chilled.

Her father finally came. He had unconsciously imagined many times of questioning him without humility or arrogance, that he wanted to talk to him properly, and that he had said that he wanted to see what he could do with himself. But why is he in such a miserable state of intestines and rotten stomach at the moment, and he can't pinch a human figure!

He raised his eyes self-deprecatingly, and looked at the figure that he couldn't see clearly in the rain curtain, and felt that this shadow was somehow familiar, and his mind was empty for a while, and he became dazed. The figure was already leaning down, and he felt his hand on his shoulder. "Jun Li......" he called out to himself so familiarly, and there was an incredible tremor in his voice.

He suddenly saw his face clearly and let out a soft "ah". How could it be him? It turned out that he was the father who stabbed him? His heart suddenly lightened, and a large mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth. He thought he was ridiculous. I knew it was him—what was I secretly betting?

But he couldn't say anything, and all he left in his conversation with him was the word "ah" with many complicated feelings.

"Daddy, save him!" the stinger was still crying. "I don't want him to die, I don't want him to die!"

"Stabbing, your injuries are not light, don't move yet, to prevent more and more blood loss. "Shan Jiquan is strong and anxious.

As he spoke, he called out unintentional, to see if he could separate the two. The thorn had indeed lost a lot of blood, and it was drenched in such heavy rain, showing some drowsiness, but the hands hugged Jun Li tightly, and only murmured: "If you don't save him, don't save me." ”

"It's not that my father won't save him, it's just that he's ...... hurt. I still couldn't bear to say the three words "Shan Jiquan" is too heavy, and I was helpless, "I naturally didn't leave him alone, but now like this, I can't save anyone!"

The thorn was willing to relax his arms a little. The tip of the arrow was not deep in her body, but the tip was barbed, and it was not easy to separate it like this, and when she tried to move, it was already painful to her heart.

"Alright, don't move yet. Shan Jiquan was busy holding her body unintentionally, and used a golden wire saw to cut off the arrow between the two, so that the two were separated, and the two were carried back to the grass hut where the fire was extinguished first, and a rootless voice suddenly floated from the heavy rain and mist.

"Looks like I'm missing a good show. ”

Unintentionally, he got up and looked around. This person's body method is so fast, in a word, the person has come to the front, only to see that this is an old man in his seventies, short in stature, but with long hair and beard, it looks strange.

Shan Jiquan also got up when he heard the voice. It's been years since he's been gone, but he still recognizes the voice—and of course he recognizes the man.

- "'Ghost Messenger'?" he fixed on the figure.