Although the person who secretly poisoned was found, all the dry food and water were poisoned, and in the case of no food and no water, Ding Yu and the two could no longer follow the ancient road to the southwest as originally planned. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And after this lesson of the faceless thousand faces, they did not dare to rob the enemy's rations. So the only option left was to return to the banks of the Tarim River.

Walking along the banks of the Tarim River has two advantages: the rushing water ensures a source of clean water because no one can poison such a large river, and the other advantage is that the turtles, turtles, fish and shrimp in the river, and the insects, birds, and beasts on the banks of the river are safe and reliable food. And there is only one downside, and that is the innumerable number of enemies. At first, it was just bandits and swordsmen who were in the vicinity, but after a day or two, people with a little strength in the entire southern part of the Western Regions would gather over.

Therefore, choosing to walk along the river means one thing - to kill out of the Western Regions!

On the first day, three bandits and more than a dozen lone swordsmen encountered Ding Yu on the riverside, and finally more than 70 corpses were left on both sides of the Tarim River, and Ding Yu had two more wounds on his body.

The next day, more than 200 corpses stained the green grass on the banks of the river for dozens of miles, and Ding Yu had eight more wounds on his body.

On the third day, almost the entire Western Regions knew about Li Qiushui's reward, and also knew that among the targets of the reward, there was a monk who was more terrible than the evil ghosts of Shura, and dozens of famous swordsmen and more than ten gangs of bandits and bandits had died in his hands, and it was said that even Luo Feiyu, who was known as the first fast knife in the Western Regions, did not block his three moves.

500,000 taels of silver began to become less attractive than his own life. However, there are still many people who think: Even if that monk is really Shura, he is still a mortal in the flesh, and after killing hundreds of people, won't he get tired? Won't his hands and feet become weak? Won't his true qi be consumed? Maybe he is already at the end of his crossbow; maybe he will not be able to hold on with another slash; maybe the person who slashes that stab will be me......

With this in mind, hundreds of swordsmen, horse thieves, and sand bandits gathered on the bank of the Puchang Sea, the end of the Tarim River, on the third day. Among these people, there are dozens of first-class masters, all of whom are martial arts masters who dominate one side on weekdays; more than 100 second-rate masters, most of whom are bandit leaders and gang elders; and the rest of the 300 or so are of a third-rate level. As for those bandits and swordsmen who did not enter the stream, as soon as they saw this kind of battle, they all left early, just because they knew that there were hundreds of good hands here, even if they really went **** luck and picked up the monk's head, they would only bring themselves to death.

At dusk, a large black shadow slowly appeared on the distant horizon, stretching from the sky to the ground. As the dark shadows approached, there were even more sounds of birds and beasts. After a while, someone in the crowd shouted, "It's a pack of vultures and a pack of jackals, both of which are thousands of heads!"

Sure enough, it didn't take long for everyone to clearly see that what was flying in the sky was a large group of vultures under the pressure of black, and what was walking on the ground was an innumerable number of desert jackals. And in front of the jackals, there was actually a young monk covered in blood and carrying a girl on his back! The most strange thing was that the jackal, who was fierce and greedy by nature, was honestly following the monk three feet away at this moment, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pool, as if the person in front of him was their king.

Many warriors in the Western Regions use the desert jackal as a totem, and they regard the vulture as a messenger of death, seeing such a scene, even a first-class master with a strong heart can't help but feel a little chill. Originally, many people planned to wait for the monk to appear, so they shouted and scolded in unison, and used the momentum of hundreds of martial arts experts to overpower the Shura monk. But seeing countless birds and beasts representing death appearing around Ding Yu, no one in the audience spoke, only the muffled sound of swallowing and foaming.

Of course they didn't know, in fact, Ding Yu was also quite surprised by the vultures and jackals above his head and behind him. From the first day he returned to the Tarim River, he began to make corpses, which soon attracted large numbers of jackals and vultures. As he left behind more and more corpses, the number of jackals and vultures attracted by the smell of blood also increased dramatically.

I don't know if it was the effect of aura, or if these jackal vultures felt Ding Yu's strong strength, they didn't show any intention to attack Ding Yu. Instead, these intelligent animals realized that if they followed this powerful creature that walked upright, they would not be without flesh and blood.

In this way, Ding Yu left hundreds of corpses along the way, and the jackals and vultures that followed him also reached thousands. Although jackals and vultures are not fragrant, quiet and shy animals, Ding Yu and Tong Luoxing's sense of smell and hearing are not shallow. But since the eagle wolves gathered, several groups of people and horses were frightened and fled when they saw it from afar, which won Ding Yu a lot of time to recover. So the two of them let it go and did not expel them.

Seeing Ding Yu gradually approaching, the vulture flock in the sky covered the sunlight like a dark cloud, and a smell mixed with blood and rancid smell came to the nose, and a birdsong and wolf howl seemed to turn into two words "death~", and finally more than ten people in the crowd couldn't stand the pressure, jumped out with their scimitars held high, and rushed towards Ding Yu with a roar.

These more than ten people seem to be aggressive, but in fact, they are in turmoil, in Ding Yu's eyes, their steps are scattered, they have no cooperation with each other, and their strength is too strong but they lose control. He stepped forward step by step, and by the time the group had rushed five or six feet in front of him, one of them had already cut down his scimitar. Ding Yu stepped forward sideways, and while avoiding the man's blade, he had already grabbed his arm, and as soon as he retreated, the man was pulled forward by him and fell out. At this moment, five or six more scimitars slashed, but all of them landed on the man's back.

The other five or six people had already gone around to the back of Ding Yu at this time, and as soon as the scimitar in his hand was swung out, Ding Yu's figure was gone, and at the same time, a force came from his back, penetrating the viscera. Several people spat blood at the same time and rushed forward. It's just that the knife move in their hands didn't have time to be withdrawn, and with this pounce, the scimitar suddenly slashed at several people in front of them.

However, in front of the two people, more than a dozen swordsmen with good swordsmanship have been killed and injured, and only three swordsmen are not seriously injured, and they are about to withdraw to fight again, but they can hear a series of wolf howls, and dozens of jackals at the head smell blood, and they can't wait to pounce on them, drowning the bodies of the three injured swordsmen and other swordsmen.

The splattering flesh not only stimulated jackals and vultures, but also hundreds of warriors from the Western Regions who licked the blood with their heads. I don't know who shouted, and countless darts and hidden weapons attacked Ding Yu and the wolves behind him like a shower.

Ding Yu shot with strength under his feet, and a sand wall was erected out of thin air, blocking all the hidden weapons that attacked him, and before the sand wall fell, a figure had risen into the sky and pounced on the crowd opposite.

"On it!" After a shout, another wave of rain of hidden weapons was thrown, and the figure had nowhere to borrow its strength in mid-air, and was hit by hundreds of hidden weapons, and a puff of blood spilled out and fell on everyone's heads and faces. (To be continued.) )