Looking up at the sky, the sky is getting darker.

Of course, this is not because the sun is about to set - there is no reason why it will fall into the night just after the end of the day. It's just that at this moment, the sun has just risen from the east, and Yin Shao and his party are heading west to the mountain, which is blocked by this condensing forest mountain, as if it is still midnight.

The higher the mountain, the more difficult it is to find the morning sun on the west side of the mountain—according to legend, the highest peak of the Tianxing Mountain, which is so high, can be said to completely separate the east and the west from day and night: when the sun rises in the east, the west is dark, and when the west shines, it is dusk in the east. It is only at noon, when the sun is in the sky, and the east and west sides of this Wanzhang Peak can be bathed in the sun at the same time.

The brocade robe lifted the gun, flicked the blue-yellow willow that hung down in front of him, slowed down a little, and looked sideways.

The silent mountain road was muddy and narrow, and it looked eerie and mysterious in the moment when there was no light - however, the brocade robe that saw this scene did not send a chill down his spine, but he was secretly relieved.

The mountain road is quiet and does not hear human voices, which means that the hundreds of dead soldiers who are like wolves and tigers should have been suppressed by Zhou Gongzi's terrifying murderous aura at this time, and they did not chase after them.

The brocade robe turned around and looked around at the group of five people who were rushing down the mountain, and did not see the figure in the black and white yin and yang robe.

Speaking of which, the black and white yin-yang robe, that is, the son of Zhou, shocked the dead soldiers with his deep sea-like Qimen background, and said to him with a cheeky smile, 'only tear half of the side', he didn't move another step, just stopped in the middle of the steep mountain road, didn't make a move, didn't let anyone else make a move, and stopped a hundred dead soldiers with his own strength.

The brocade robe, which was deeply shocked by its chic posture, suddenly opened its eyes, and when it was decided, it would run.

Although Zhou Yi just said, 'only tear half of the side', and did not say that he was just going to stop for a while, or to stay in the palace - but Yin Shaoying guessed what he meant, most of them were for the latter, and it was the way of 'sacrificing yourself and making everyone happy'. Moreover, if Yin Shao's guess is wrong, if Gongzi just wants to scare this group of dead soldiers this week, it doesn't matter much - doesn't he still have half of his face torn.

So, Yin Shao, who was thinking so, turned around without hesitation, threw down Zhou Gongzi, and ran down the mountain without looking back.

Well......

Thinking of this, the brocade robe glanced sideways at the back of no one who followed.

Now it seems that I guessed correctly.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning forward, he quickened his pace a little, and walked side by side with Tsing Yi holding a white dress.

Tsing Yi raised his eyes and looked at him, and the two looked at each other for a moment.

The brocade robe was suddenly stunned, and caught a glimpse of her right hand holding the white skirt - as if the arm of the white dress was a life-saving straw, clenched tightly, as if she would not let go.

"Hey, Shangshan, you're pinching too hard. Yin Shao looked at the white dress that had been ripped out of the strangle, and said in a low voice: "You are lighter, Miss Zhongli's arms will be pinched red by you." ”

Tsing Yi glanced at Bai Skirt's arm, his right hand loosened slightly, and muttered in a low voice: "It's not what I thought, it's not because I'm in a hurry, this guy doesn't know any strange ......"

Zhong Liyan, that is, the white dress, blinked slightly, looked sideways at the brocade robe, pursed her lips and said softly: "It's okay, the good girl has the strength, I don't hurt." ”

After that, she squeezed out a shallow smile.

Yin Shao wordlessly glanced at her eyes that were crystal clear from tears, sighed lightly in his heart, and said to himself, "This Zhongli girl is quite able to endure hardships."

Then, he looked up and said, "Guys, let's go a little slower." Zhou Gongzi has already stopped those dead soldiers, and according to Young Master Ben, there should be no more chasing soldiers for a while. ”

The two black-clothed men in front of him silently received the order and slowed down the pace of their feet, while the burly hundred-man enemy on his side looked back sideways and looked at the mountain behind him. Although there was only a gray patch and he couldn't see anything, Yin Zheng still opened his lips and said in a deep voice, "Thank you to the son of the Zhou family."

And they walked more slowly—slowly, but not to the point of strolling freely. Just now, everyone hurried with Qimen pace, almost at a speed of two zhang in an instant, that is, about twice as fast as when ordinary people were running with all their might. Although the speed has slowed down at this moment, it has only slowed down to the same speed as ordinary people when they are running, and the surrounding scenery is still rapidly sweeping backwards.

After all, if it wasn't for Meng Yue's uneasiness, everyone thought it was true.

About ten moments later, Zhang Shan, who was at the front of the team, suddenly opened his lips and said in a low voice: "Ahead, there is an open space." ”

The brocade robe at the end of the line immediately looked up, and saw that more than ten zhang in front of him, the trees and vegetation were not as prosperous as the surroundings, and there was direct sunlight, so that the mountain path that was originally shrouded in gray could be seen clearly.

Seeing the light again should have been a very joyful thing, but it made the brocade robe subconsciously frown slightly. It's not that the young son of the Yin family doesn't like the morning sun, but he likes the twilight, but generally speaking, in a fertile hill as high as Ninglin Mountain, there are very few open spaces that are naturally formed and do not grow trees—that is, if there is such an open land, it must have been developed by the people who live on this mountain.

And on this condensation mountain, there is only one family.

This couldn't help but make Yin Shao a little worried.

But worry is worry, but it's impossible to say, 'Let's turn around and go back to the mountain.'" So, the brocade robe had to whisper, 'Be careful, everyone', then lifted the red tasseled ash gun in his hand, took a light breath, and rushed to the clearing.

......

The moment you step into the light, you can say that you suddenly open up.

The originally gray surrounding scenery was all given color at this moment: green shrubs and grasses, white willows in the Western Regions with green leaves and yellow branches, light brown and light yellow mountain soil, and wooden sedan chairs with vermilion and golden horns......

Wooden sedan chair?

The six people in the group all stopped suddenly, the swords, guns, crossbows, and fists in their hands were almost raised together, and they raised their eyes to stare at the wooden sedan chair that stopped in the center of the clearing, and their vigilant expressions were overflowing.

If there is only one unmanned sedan chair, it is not bad—it's just that in front of the mahogany sedan chair that looks like it can only accommodate about one or two people, there stands a strong man in armor who is a few points taller than Yin Zheng.

No, it's too general to say that it's armor.

The armor worn by this strong man is very different from the armor worn by the dead soldiers. The so-called 'Liangdang Armor' is a piece of nail that is knee-length on the chest and back, and the front and back are buckled with a belt on the shoulder, and the waist is tied with a rope belt. This kind of armor is not very good-looking, and it is also a little simple, but it is better in practicality and cheapness, and the sergeants can use it, and the ranger swordsman can buy it, and it is the armor that is popular in Yonghua, military martial arts, and the Western Regions today.

And what this strong man is doing is not the two armors now, but the real dragon step armor. The True Dragon Step Human Armor is the armor created by the True Dragon Dynasty that once dominated the east of Tianxing Mountain. It is a piece of armor, made of more than 3,000 pieces of fine iron armor leaves with leather strips or nails, covering the whole body from head to toe, and then lined with cotton armor soft armor as the second and third layers of protection, what is pursued is solid as gold, solid as a rock.

This true dragon step armor, not only ordinary swords, bows and crossbows can not be broken, but also according to legend, when the original casting of the true dragon step armor was completed, the true dragon emperor invited ten famous heroes on the martial arts rivers and lakes to compete with the army armor soldiers who were holding big swords and wrapped like browns. As a result, although these heroes of the martial arts rivers and lakes are far more agile and vigorous than these armorers, they can't break the armor at all, and the 'mountain splitting sword technique' and 'Taibai marksmanship' shouted fiercer than one another, but in the end, until their swords were cut off, only a few armor leaves were knocked down;

In this competition, nine of the ten martial arts heroes lost, and the last one barely won by relying on the [Destroying Palm] in Qimen to stir up the Jiashi Dantian. Since then, in addition to practicing martial arts, the rangers want to learn a few tricks of Qimen - as a result, the original martial arts heroes gradually declined, and the isolated Qimen family went to the sun, and recruited disciples and recruited guests, and gradually rose.

At the same time, although Qimen can still break this step of human armor, if it doesn't matter the poisonous Qimen that specializes in internal breath, then it must be at least half a hundred-person enemy level Qimen Xuanshi to be able to break it-and this can be broken, and it also has to perform several or more Qimen martial arts in succession - like Sima Gongzi, who can only [Flying Technique], don't want it.

At this moment, an eight-foot strong man dressed in a step armor and even his face was covered stood in front of the wooden sedan chair.

Although he has no sword at his waist, as long as he is not blind, he can see that his comer is not good.

Everyone looked at each other.

Yin Shao took half a step forward, raised his gun with both hands, and asked sharply, "Who is Your Excellency?!"

A gentle breeze blew from the mountains and forests, rattling the armor, but it did not bring any human echo.

The strong man stood quietly five steps in front of the sedan chair, his arms naturally hanging down by his side, his chest and back not hunched or leaning up, and his face covered by his visor was motionless towards them.

There was almost no one who was not a little shocked.

Only the girl in the white dress, with her slender hands in front of her, looked more puzzled and surprised. She turned her face sideways, looked at the brocade robe with a gun, opened her lips and said softly: "Yin, the son of the Yin family, I don't think he should be-"

Xu is girl spoke too softly, and Zhang Shan, who was standing at the front of the team, was a little impatient. Without waiting for the girl to speak, the black dress had already rushed forward.

Everyone was stunned, and saw that Zhang Shan, who was superior in his skills, had approached the strong man's side - his wordless appearance and sharp eyes did not look like brocade clothes, but like an assassin.

In an instant, Zhang Shan had silently flashed ten feet behind the strong man.

The strong man still didn't move, as if there was no other person in his eyes.

Zhang Shan snorted coldly, holding the black-edged hilt with his right hand, and holding the sword tail ring with his left hand, his eyes widened, and the bow flew up, and with a murderous momentum, a sword was handed to the weak point of the armor under his armpit.

Between five feet, the armor is as stable as Mount Tai.

Between three feet, the armor is like a rock.

For a foot, the armor remained motionless.

Until, the bright blade was only a millimeter from its armpit.

The armor moved.

Moved his head.

It turned out to be a 180-degree retrospective!