Chapter 103: Headless Floating Corpses

Mo Zihan led more than 40 people, holding the white wood token, to the east horse farm of Huayang Walled City, who knew that the four guards, very rude, seeing that it was a foreigner who came here, he turned a blind eye to the white wood token, and his words and deeds were extremely arrogant. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Mo Zihan felt that holding the token like this, there was a suspicion of relying on power and oppressing the people, and he was angry in his chest, but he did not show his appearance, and he was still kind and polite, which made everyone angry. However, the swordsman was unwilling to swallow his anger, punched and kicked the four of them, and beat the four of them all over the ground to find teeth, screaming again and again, where did they dare to obstruct him, and called his father to invite a group of people to enter, and let them choose. This couldn't help but make Mo Zihan and the others feel very happy, and they also secretly laughed.

Not sunny day is one of the forbidden places, but also the prison place, the passage of the road, although it is paved with bluestone, but it has been in disrepair, bumpy, many road sections, covered by weeds, every time through the valley narrow road, the trees on both sides grow wantonly, cover the sky and close the sun, form a more narrow and low forest hole, ride a horse through, can only lean over, the branches on both sides hit the body, the cool breeze invades the body and is slightly cold, which makes people hairy.

At this time, the slanting sun hangs westward, the afterglow is thousands of miles, the white clouds, inlaid with gold edges, ethereal in the blue sky, into the eyes of the empty and far away.

The evening breeze is light and cool, which makes the slightly tired pedestrians feel refreshed.

Only a hundred miles away, a full afternoon of running, to the foot of the mountain on a sunny day, facing a small river, the waves rolling, blocking the way, the sound and the sound of thunder from the dark clouds, echoing in symphony, as if shouting to pedestrians: "Grounded here." ”

Standing by the river, the wind and humidity are blowing in the face. It makes a chill rise for no reason.

The river flows out of the sun on a sunny day, and there are thousands of wind and rain. Landing is unified, and the current section of the river is called unified. Passing through the foot of Huafeng, the terrain is soothing, the water flow is soft, it is the mother river of Huayang Village to survive lazily, so it is called Tian'en River, Huafeng passes, it is Qitiange 800 miles of mountains and rivers, comes and goes in the natural formation of cave tunnels, straight into Qitiange building. The name of 'River of Lost Souls' was given by outsiders.

"We need to walk along the river to get to the sunny. ”

The swordsman dismounted, walked to the white waves of the river, and pointed upstream.

Wei Si'er sat on the horse, leaned over and looked, and saw the small river in the mountains, twisting and turning, and the avenue on the other side of the river. Straight through the sunny day, I wondered in my heart, why should I be willing to go far, is it psychologically afraid. I didn't dare to go, so I deliberately did this, so that we could discourage the idea of going? The road in front of you can go straight to the non-sunny day. Why do you want us to make such a big detour?"

"Don't get me wrong, girl, the road on the other side. Although it is not sunny to go straight, it can only lead to a cliff, one end of the cliff is a dead road, and the other end leads to the source of this river to a lake, but the mountain is steep, under the sunny day and daylight, it is still difficult to walk, and now it is close to night, it is not appropriate to take this road, and there are monsters at night. After saying that, his cheeks twitched, and he seemed to have lingering fears about the monsters he had seen in the past.

Wei Si'er stuck out her tongue when she heard this, and smiled at Mo Zihan: "Let's go along the river." ”

"Look. Just as the people left the river, Ding Yang suddenly pointed to the river and exclaimed.

It turned out that there were two corpses, which rolled over with the waves, and when they looked closely, they were both headless corpses, and there was no blood and water gushing out, which could be seen floating from a distance. The two swordsmen immediately flew away and fished the two bodies out of the water to the shore. Mo Zihan looked at it quickly, only to see two corpses, a man and a woman, soaked white and swollen, unable to distinguish age, from the calluses on the hands and faces, it can be seen that both of them are swords, their clothes are complete, the wounds are very smooth, the broken bones are not cracked, it seems that the enemy's weapons are light and sharp, Mo Zihan is like a pusher, while looking at the deceased, he habitually states the main points directly, and there are words in his mouth.

"Look, there's a lot more. Wei Si'er saw that the two corpses were floating by the river, which was very terrifying, so he avoided one side and looked around aimlessly, and then looked upstream, and suddenly found that in the distance, there were bodies in black floating in the distance, so frightened that he hurriedly ran close to the crowd and pointed upstream.

The swordsman was very puzzled, "These are all foreign tribes, and I kill the enemy and never take people's heads, but who will go to this inaccessible barren mountain and wilderness to fight?"

Mo Zihan's eyebrows were locked, and he couldn't understand it, so he said to everyone: "You have to salvage all the corpses that floated over, and wait for detailed inspection." ”

Everyone started together, and more than 20 headless corpses were salvaged one after another, half male and female, without any tokens on their bodies, their clothes were complete, and their clothes were the same, obviously from the same sect, and from the wounds, they were all written by the same person.

Mo Zihan was secretly surprised, "Take the head of the person, don't allow two moves, it seems that this person's martial arts are strong." ”

The disciples of Huashan walked back and forth by the corpse, and they could see from the wounds that it was caused by the "falling rain sword technique" of this sect, and they looked up at each other from time to time, but they knew it.

"Mo Daxia, look! There are many more. "The people of the Baba tribe stood facing the river, pointing far upstream.

Everyone raised their eyes and almost exclaimed, on the fifty-step long river, a piece of black pressure slowly floated, and there was a tendency to block the river and cut off the water. Mo Zihan couldn't help but run away, looking at it, it was no different from the corpse fished out, and suddenly his heart beat faster and his breathing was heavy. Ding Yang came to him, hesitated for a while, and asked softly, "Mo Daxia, do you want to continue on our way." ”

Mo Zihan's eyes widened suddenly, as bright as a star, staring at Ding Yang, and said in a resolute tone: "Longtan Tiger's Den, you have to break through." ”

"Master Mo!" Ding Yang seemed to have expected that Mo Zihan would insist on hurrying, and hurriedly said: "In my opinion, these dead people were injured by the falling rain sword technique of this sect......"

Mo Zihan was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "Can you see clearly?"

"It's true, and you can't be wrong. ”

Falling rain swordsmanship, fast as the wind, dense as a shower, is the treasure of the sword sect, later the four sects into one, the sword qi is fused, the power is greatly increased, one of the moves "wind and rain", is the move of the face-to-face horizontal cut, far away the sword qi to seal the throat, close to the shoulder to fly the skull, but the move ups and downs, mediocre, it is difficult to win, need to win quickly, Huashan Gate, many disciples can only refine the sword such as the wind and rain, the realm of "cross rain", forget the dust, but there is one person, can do it, that is, the head of the Wei Chuan, when the rain in the sword, for the "wind and rain" In desperation, he had to raise the sword and demonstrate in person, only to cut the sharp stone that suddenly came out of his hand, and the raindrops that fell with the gargling were flying with the sword, which was very peculiar, and the sharp stone did not change in the slightest, and the disciples felt very strange, after the rain stopped, they all ran down the mountain again, inspected the sharp stone, who knew that when he reached out and touched it, the stone tip was staggered, the incision was smooth as a mirror, and the edges were all broken, and the disciples couldn't help but be amazed, so the disciples of the Huashan Sword School knew it from the first time they saw the wounds of those dead corpses。

Mo Zihan saw that Ding Yang was sure that these dead corpses were all from Wei Chuan's methods, and he was secretly frightened, but he couldn't help but be full of suspicions, just as the swordsman Fang just said, these dead people are not from the Dangling clan, it is often difficult for outsiders to set foot in the wasteland, and it is impossible for them to run into this deserted wilderness, fighting with weapons, what deep hatred do they have with the head of Wei, followed by the fact that these people are dressed the same, but there is no sect token, why is this? What is even more strange is that after Wei Chuan killed people, why did he do so much and throw the headless corpse into the river? Looking at the headless corpses floating up and down with the waves, Mo Zihan let out a long breath and said lightly: "And no matter who did it, Mo must find out what kind of sect these people are, and what is the purpose of running all the way here? In order to meet Lord Chiying, it is imperative to go to the unsunny day, and now that he has arrived here, he cannot return in vain." ”

When Ding Yang heard this, he pondered for a moment, beckoned everyone, and led the horse along the river. (To be continued.) )