Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Wicked Ambush the Wicked

The horror in the heart of the middle-aged scribe could not be reached in words at this time, and he had just walked to the gate with Shi Shiran, but before he could reflect it, an illusory shadow had already rushed in front of him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The folding fan in his hand was not opened, and the small shadow had already jumped up, and as soon as it was in front of him, he received a heavy blow to his chest.

It felt like being hit by a mad bull, and a huge force spread from his chest to his whole body, causing him to spurt blood on the spot, and his body flew into the air uncontrollably.

It was only then that he truly realized how terrifying this child's strange power was.

If he hadn't been strapped to a strange treasure heart guard, that punch just now would have killed him.

But this heart glass, which had been slashed with the second brother's treasure knife without leaving a trace, had already been deformed under this punch.

He was spurting blood in the air and screaming to make the scorched beard hurry up, not only to send a warning to the people inside, but more importantly, to attract this devil-like person to other places, so as to increase his chances of survival.

The middle-aged scribe was worthy of being the brainchild of the four, and he came up with such an emergency method in an instant.

Although there are a few people who can't help but call themselves big brother for many years, they can only do this in a hurry.

Besides, if they hadn't been giving advice all these years, they wouldn't have known how many times they had died, how could they have the opportunity to enjoy those chic days.

If there is a harvest, then there must be a time to pay, and there is no good thing in the world that is not earned.

Since he has brought them so much, it is not too much to let them defend themselves against danger now.

The middle-aged scribe is the kind of person who is calmer in the more crisis moments, and his mind is racing at this moment, and in a moment he finds a reason for himself to do these things, and he is still so justifiable.

I don't know if it was my own strategy that worked, or if the shadow was in a hurry to save people and didn't bother to strike a second blow at him, anyway, the end result was that the figure didn't pay attention to himself anymore.

Because there was the sound of broken bones and the third brother's cry of pain immediately behind.

Hearing this, the middle-aged scribe felt a chill all over his body, and at the same time, he was also slightly relieved in his heart, his life was temporarily saved.

Otherwise, if you take another blow, you will have to be crippled if you don't die.

When he was about to fall to the ground, the middle-aged scribe had recovered a little, and his body was twisted and shaken for a while, and he stood on the ground, avoiding the fate of being crippled.

After falling to the ground, the man did not stand firmly, and the middle-aged scribe ignored the sharp pain in his chest, and rushed to the outside of the gate with his internal force, not even daring to look behind him from beginning to end.

He knew in his heart that the scorched beard couldn't stop that phantom for long, and he didn't have much time to escape.

That terrifying young phantom destroyed all his confidence with a single blow, so that the middle-aged scribe did not have the slightest courage to resist.

At this time, he had already used his proud light skills to the extreme, and rushed to the woods where the strange man was like chasing the wind and the moon.

Only when he ran there could his little life be saved.

The middle-aged scribe now regrets it!

I regret why I want to provoke this evil star, and why I didn't stop him when the third child beat people.

If he didn't hurt anyone, when the kid came back, he could fool him with his mouth, how could he be chased like this.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged scribe grew up with a scorched yellow beard with strong hatred. If he hadn't made a move, how could he have gotten to this situation, not to mention that he was dead, and his own life was also not guaranteed!

'This reckless man!'

The middle-aged scribe scurried at the same time as he scolded the scorched beard fiercely in his heart.

I also blamed myself for being careless, I originally thought that this place was not far from the strange person, only more than two miles, even if there was an emergency, I had enough time to rush over, and there would be no accidents, but it turned out that I was wrong, and it was very wrong.

Who would have thought that little bastard would be so violent!

The sound of breaking the air behind him made the middle-aged scribe die, and the clothes behind him were instantly wet with cold sweat, why did he chase after him so quickly?

At that moment, he couldn't think about it anymore, and shouted in horror: "Help, adult!"

Even he didn't notice it, his voice was hoarse and not human.

While shouting, he desperately poured his internal force into his feet, and rushed away like the woods not far ahead.

It's just that the adult in his mouth didn't appear, and all that came to his ears was the sound of breaking the air and a cold snort that was close at hand.

This cold snort had the same temperature as the ice of eternity, and the smell of it made the middle-aged scribe immediately fall into an ice cellar.

In a panic in his heart, he turned sharply to the left, and the folding fan in his hand came out of his hand, running towards the place where the cold snort came from.

The sharp folding fan, along with a few cold rays of light, flew out.

The sound of breaking the air behind him was suddenly inaudible, and the middle-aged scribe was overjoyed, could it be that he was injured by his own weapon?

Thinking of this, the middle-aged scribe showed a smile of immortality, and his feet were ready to turn around and run towards the woods where the strange man was.

As soon as he turned around, the middle-aged scribe's smile stiffened on his face before he had time to fully bloom.

A blood-stained child with blood-red eyes was jumping in the air, a small fist had been swung out, and without the slightest time to react, the fist hit the middle-aged scribe's chest fiercely.

Mo Qing appeared at such a good time that it looked like the middle-aged scribe had bumped into it himself.

"Poof" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the middle-aged scribe who was running rapidly was beaten by Mo Qing's punch to stop the running figure, and fell backwards with blood spurted.

Mo Qing was also shocked and fell backwards two or three meters away.

People have no way to borrow their strength in the air, and then they are hit head-on by the middle-aged scribe who is desperately running at full speed, and it is enough to see Mo Qing's extraordinaryness if he does not fly ten meters away.

"Huh" Mo Qing couldn't help but let out a light sound of surprise.

The middle-aged scribe, who had been punched with all his strength again, staggered to his feet again, blood streaming out of his mouth, and ran in the direction of the grove again.

It's just that this time the speed is much slower, and the staggering speed is not as fast as a normal person's walking, and it can be seen that he has reached the end of the strong crossbow, and he is supporting it with one breath.

Although Mo Qing felt a little strange that the middle-aged scribe was still not killed after receiving two heavy punches from him, these did not prevent him from striking again.

flew up with a kick, a human head flew up in the air, and at the same time there was a large stream of blood.

The middle-aged scribe, who was still struggling, finally stopped moving, and his headless body fell limply to the ground, allowing the blood to flow and soak his robe.

Mo Qing fell to the ground, dodging the falling blood, and stood on the side of the ground staring coldly at the headless body that fell to the ground motionless.

His face was surprisingly calm, and there was not a trace of panic after the first killing. There is even a hint of the pleasure of being embraced with a big vendetta.

Thinking of the reaction to the murder of people in the books he had read before, Mo Qing felt that his current reaction was a little abnormal, which was a person who had seen blood for the first time, and it was clearly the state of a good hand who had been fighting for a long time and drank the blood of countless enemies with a long knife.

This made Mo Qing very surprised in his heart, could it be that he was a murderous person?

But he quickly dismissed the idea, these are some innocent people who should be killed!

The blood red in his eyes faded a little, Mo Qing looked at the headless corpse lying on the ground, and a hint of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes, and something was revealed in the tattered clothes on the middle-aged scribe's chest.

Mo Qing stepped forward and reached out to rip off the headless corpse's shirt, revealing a disc-shaped object on its chest that was firmly tied to its body with a strap.

It was a heart guard made of bronze, with a very simple style, and in some places some patina. If it hadn't sunk into the middle-aged scribe's chest, it would have seen something else.

Bronze goggles should be worth a lot of money, but now they are worthless. Because it was a mess of destruction, not only did it sink deep in the middle, but it was also covered with cracks all around.

It is with this thing that the middle-aged scribe can resist Mo Qing's two punches without dying.

Mocun is already boiling at the moment,

Just now, a few people made too much noise at Uncle Meron's house, and when they heard the movement, the people who were originally resting at home took out their hunting utensils, held steel forks, and quickly ran towards Uncle Merron's house with big knives and spears.

Mo Qing also saw that the gray-haired Huang Laoxie also hurried to the courtyard.

Now there is no need to worry too much about the injuries of Uncle Mo Lun and a few people, after the Huang Laoxi, who has excellent medical skills, has passed, it doesn't matter much whether he has him or not.

Besides, now is not the time to worry about Uncle Merron's injuries.

Mo Qing turned around, was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "After the show is over, isn't it time for Your Excellency to come out!"

After finishing speaking, his eyes stared at the forest not too far ahead, and the heart guard that he took from the middle-aged scribe came out of his hand at the same time, and shot towards the forest with a whistling sound.