The chase ended almost as soon as it began, so fast that it was a little difficult to react, and it was undoubtedly futile for us to try to escape at this time. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info They were on horseback, and we were just stepping down, and even if there was no one on the shore to intercept us, we would soon be caught up when we ran ashore.

When Ramru's remaining seven men ran to us as if they were driven into madness, Atto and Hogg hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and several of them were close together, trembling and kneeling in the water, not even daring to lift their heads. And the riders behind him stopped driving, and surrounded us as they led the horses, and raised their arms and shouted as if they were cheering.

Probably we are really a group of prey in their eyes, right? Being surrounded by so many of them, the shouting made me uncomfortable for a while, and I didn't want to be caught like that. I gritted my teeth, endured the discomfort in my body, raised my left arm, and crossed the shadow chasing sword in front of my chest.

Unbeknownst to me, my actions caused a roar of rage around me, and a speckled man covered in paint yelled at me, picked up a bloodied stone rod from his horse, and threw it at me.

The stone rod was almost the size of a person's legs, and it looked like it weighed fifty or sixty pounds, but the person seemed to be extremely light in his hand. The stone rod had a thick head and a thin tail, and a dense black thorn tied to it with rags, perhaps this man had just used this rod to smash people's heads, and the tip of the stone stick still had some brain white sticking to it. At this time, he was sitting on the horse again, and such a condescending stick smashed it, and it had the potential to overwhelm it.

When the stone stick struck me on the head, I handed the Shadow Chasing Sword to me, putting all my strength on it.

In terms of strength, I was no match for any of them now, and I couldn't even break free from them with Ator and Hogg as they grabbed me.

But I know that they are people of the local tribe, and they have no martial arts skills at all, relying on brute strength. I am not as strong as him, I can use my skill to dislodge him, and maybe I can subdue this man, and it is not impossible to use him as a threat to get out.

When the man saw me swing my sword, his face showed fierceness. The paint applied to their bodies is mainly black and white, and the patterns they apply are very different from those of Ramru and their tribe, and their faces are distorted, and they are basically not human faces. He leaned slightly over his horse, pressing down along with his upper body.

If the weight of his upper body is added, then the force of the stone rod in his hand is only a hundred catties. I took a step slowly, the accuracy of the shadow chasing sword remained unchanged, almost at the same time as his stone rod hit, the blade also touched the stone stick, but I heard a "dang" sound between the lightning and flint, and the broken stone fragments on the stone stick collapsed, and the rod body smashed down against my left body with a whistle. If the force in my hand was a little smaller, I am afraid that this stone rod would hit me on the shoulder.

But at this moment, I was still shocked by the force on his stone stick, and I felt that my left arm was numb, and the shadow chasing sword almost got out of my hand.

All around, the exclamations of Ramru and Atto rang out. It's no wonder that I'm too weak to run fast, and now it's a thrill to be able to avoid this stick. In addition, the stone rod has spikes on it, and if it is smashed on a person's head, it will definitely break the skull.

With a missed blow, the man bared his teeth on the horse's back, and his eyes widened at once. For some reason, I suddenly felt funny, these people don't know martial arts at all except for ferocity and brute strength, and if I were at the height of my physical strength, even if I didn't rely on internal strength, it would be easy for me to kill these people. And now against just one of them, I have to fight with my life.

Unable to think about it, the man withdrew his stone rod, but with his other hand he suddenly grabbed the spear on his horse's back and stabbed me in the head again.

At this time, I had not yet stood firmly, the man was standing sideways in the water, and his spear was a hundred times faster than swinging a stone club, and I knew that this spear could not be dodged, so I couldn't help screaming, and tried my best to dodge to the side, so I repeated the trick, and desperately blocked the shadow chasing sword towards his spear.

But he heard the sound of a clash of gold and iron, and the sword was impartially blocking the tip of the spear. But his strength seemed unusually great to me at this time, and as soon as the Shadow Chaser Sword was blocked on the spearhead, I only felt as if it had touched a rock, and my hand was weak, and the Shadow Chaser Sword had already flown out of my hand, and the spear did not diminish at all, grazing the scalp on my left ear and stabbing it backwards.

I felt that the left side of my scalp was as hot as if it had been burned by fire, and I could already feel the blood left, and when I came back to my senses, the hairs on my body stood on end. If this spear is deflected, I'm afraid I'll be a corpse.

In his ears, Ato's cry suddenly sounded: "God, kneel down! Kneel down! Kneel down and you won't die!"

When she shouted like this, I didn't know why, but I was anxious and angry when I heard it. At this time, where can I kneel down to avoid death? Besides, I would rather be pierced in the head with his spear than kneel and beg for mercy.

Am I really going to plant here today? At this moment, I can't help but think about it. I was expecting to capture him, but now it seems that I was just wishful thinking.

The man did not hesitate at all, and when he saw that I was bleeding, but his eyes lit up, he drew his spear and stabbed it again.

I don't know where I got the strength, so I grabbed his spear in my left hand and grabbed it in my hand. But this grasp could not stop the force of his withdrawal, and I tried to turn sideways, and with a raised left arm, I clamped his spear under my armpit.

Even if I were planted here today, I would never let him get his hands on it so easily.

Thinking like this, I have no scruples.

He could not pull the spear back from my grip, but with great strength he pulled me under his horse, rested the spear on his thigh, and struck the stone rod at my head.

I heard Atto cry again, and even Ramru couldn't help but scream and speak a quick word. This time I couldn't dodge it, looking at the falling stone stick, I didn't think about it, instinctively lifted the heavy right arm, and crossed the head.

The stone stick hit my right forearm, and there was a "bang" sound, and I only felt a huge force pressing down, and my body sank, and I couldn't help but half-kneel in the water. But I was surprised to find that his stone rod hit my right arm, and I didn't feel any pain, no swelling, not even the slightest bend of my elbow.

I couldn't help but be stunned, and the man on horseback was a little strange, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes, probably in his opinion, the blow of the stick would have knocked my head and arm to pieces. At this time, there was a commotion all around, Ramru and Atto were crying, and the dozens of natives who were around us were watching us noisily, but they did not know that such a thing was happening between me and the man on horseback.

No pain to be felt!

This is exactly the sign of those who have turned into ghosts due to the venom of the fish-headed monster in their bodies, and they are also unconscious. Not only that, Jiang Shun once told me when I was grinding medicinal powder in the healing tent of the Shaobai Dao people that those who were poisoned lost their senses at first, and when red spots appeared on their bodies, they would even lose their sense of smell and taste.

Has my right arm deteriorated to that extent? So, if I don't die, will a red rash start to grow on my right arm?

I'm a little dazed. With this man's spear still in my left arm, I tried to stand up straight and get up from the water. And after the man paused for a moment, a trace of fierceness suddenly flashed on his face, and he didn't give me a chance to get up at all, and the stone rod that he had smashed was raised high again, and he screamed, and slammed down on my arm again.

I was very close to him, almost immediately from the horse, and when he called me like this, I couldn't help but feel a pang around me, and habitually turned sideways, and waved my right arm without thinking, trying to slap away his stone club. Probably because I was unwilling to be killed by him like this? Walking on the rivers and lakes, often at this life-and-death juncture, the body's reaction is always faster than the brain's turn.

When the thought in my mind turned, my right hand, which was wrapped in layers of leaves, had slapped on his stone stick, and with a sound, it was difficult for him to hold the stone stick, and the stone stick took off his hand, and my right arm seemed to be uncontrollable at this time, but it was difficult to take it back, and the castration did not stop, and with the stone stick, a slap was slapped on the belly of the horse on which he sat down.

But I heard the sound of stones breaking and a dull sound suddenly sounded from the horse's belly, and my right hand slapped on the horse, and it seemed to have been struck hard, and its whole body flew off the ground, like a meteorite falling, and fell into the river. The man and the horse let out a scream at the same time, and they fell to the surface of the water, stirring up a large circle of waves.

In the middle of the field, there was a sudden silence.

I opened my mouth, still a little unresponsive. Looking around, I saw that everyone was a little sluggish. If it weren't for the horse's screaming in the river and the man's heart-rending screams, I would have thought I was wrong.

It's a peculiar feeling. I clearly didn't have much strength in my body, and I just felt that the palm on the horse's belly just now felt very difficult to swing out my right arm, until now, my right arm is still the same deep feeling of powerlessness as before. I can slap a horse down, maybe this kind of power can only be done when my internal strength is restored and my body muscles and bones become stronger. But even if my body becomes stronger, and I want to knock down a horse, I will feel like I am exerting my strength. But just now, I was unconscious.

It's as if my right arm doesn't grow on my body.

In the middle of the night, the river was filled with strange screams and the neighing of horses. When I turned my head to look, I saw that the natives on the horses on the periphery were looking at me as if they had seen a monster, and the horses were trampling the river agitatedly, and they paid no attention to Ramru and Ato, and they all turned their horses and flocked to my side, and after a distance, they surrounded me, and pointed their spears at me one by one, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Two natives jumped off their horses in a hurry, and cautiously walked to the overboard native, holding the man in their hands, but their eyes were staring at me with dead eyes, vigilant and abnormal. The native who fell into the water turned even pale, and the horse fell, and he was crushed by the horse's legs, and seemed to be not lightly injured, and after being lifted up by the two men, he limped back and hurried back. On his face, he couldn't hide his horror.

Ramru and Ato, too, seemed stunned, and forgot to cry when they stared at me, and the man was still half-kneeling in the water.

They didn't know, even I couldn't believe it, and now, I was still thinking about the strangeness of the appearance of my right arm, but I was confused, and I couldn't figure out why. But I know that this kind of thing has a lot to do with the fish-headed monsters of the Death Swamp.

At this time, the horse neighed, and the dozen or so people who were originally standing on the shore also rode their horses one after another. The stout man at the head came close to us, and the horse spun around a few times in the water, but pointed the finger at me and cried out loudly. Then, if I dared to make any move, I would shoot a spear at me.

I couldn't understand what he meant and couldn't help but look around. There were more than fifty of them on horseback, and the paint on their faces was even more vicious at this time, as if they were about to be killed.

Behind him, there was Ato's Nono voice: "God, who is he asking you?"

In any case, now is not the time for me to be cranky, and the situation is still tense. Calming down, my mind turned quickly, and I didn't look back and said: "Ato, if you tell them, just say that I am from the Wushan tribe, and let them leave quickly." ”

This sentence is really a bit empty-hearted, I have never been to the Wushan Ministry, and it is just that Su Qingyao often mentions the Wushan Ministry, just knowing the name of this tribe. However, in addition to the four royal tribes of the Western Regions, the names of the Wushan tribe and the bloody hand tribe can be described as extremely loud, they don't know what the origin is, but they must know the names of the Wushan tribe and the bloody hand tribe.

There is really no way to do it, but what else can I do now? In order to live, it is already time for me to have a chance to escape, and I will not hesitate to do it.

Clinker, as soon as I finished saying this, the man who was riding on the horse and headed by him said lightly, and said in a blunt tone, "You are from Middle-earth?"