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Huang Yi is in the mood to control Du Fuwei now. I didn't know how far I ran and fled for more than 30 miles, so I dared to look back and see if anyone was chasing me.

"Whew! Fortunately, I didn't chase after me. ”

Huang Yi breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't feel much when I was trying to run away just now. But now, when I stopped, I only felt that my feet were weak, and I fell into a pool of mud, and I couldn't get up again.

The heavy rain was still pouring down on the head and face, but the thunder and lightning were gradually thinning.

After leaving Jingling, Huang Yi only felt that he had escaped for at least more than 30 miles, and now he had run out of oil and lamps, and he couldn't raise his true anger at all. The pain was unbearable for the large and small wounds on the body.

Huang Yi let the rain cover himself. He rolled over, gasping for breath with his face up.

Huang Yi was no longer thinking nonsense, so he just lay there to adjust his luck.

"Huh?" After a while, Huang Yi suddenly realized that something was wrong. Even if you fall into the mud, you can't accumulate water so quickly. In less than a few minutes, half of Huang Yi's body has been submerged!

"Damn! It's quicksand swamp!"

Huang Yi hurriedly wanted to mention his true qi, but he couldn't mention it anyway. When he was sighing for his bad luck and secretly anxious, he suddenly remembered the self-help method that had been taught in the barracks.

Huang Yi looked around to see if there was anything he could use for himself. As a result, it is clear that if not. Huang Yi took a deep breath, fortunately, now that his body is lying on the swamp, the contact area between his body and the swamp is more, so the pressure is naturally reduced.

Huang Yi gently shook his arm and let himself paddle on the swamp. Because it's not struggling. Therefore, the glide caused by each stroke not only did not make Huang Yi sink, but instead produced centrifugal force and reduced his own gravity.

It's like a snowy surface that sinks wherever you stand. If you move around, you'll just get faster and faster!, of course, if you have a sled to slide. Naturally, it's fine, and you can survive the snow safely.

At this time. Huang Yi turned himself into a sleigh and slid around. Pull one of the hands out of the swamp with difficulty. The scabbard that pecked the sword in his hand had long since disappeared. After Huang Yi inserted the pecking sword he pulled out into the hard ground, he grabbed the hilt of the sword and continued to pull his other hand. After the upper body climbed onto the hard ground, Huang Yi immediately crawled on the ground, shook his feet, loosened the quicksand around his feet, and then pulled his feet out. It took Huang Yi a long time to save himself.

Huang Yi didn't know what time it was, but when he lay on the hard ground and looked up at the sky, it was a little darker than when the clouds were thick before.

"It's about to be night!" A feeling of exhaustion hit, and Huang Yi closed his eyes and couldn't open them again. Fall into a deep sleep of sympathy between heaven and man.

The heavy rain finally stopped before dawn, the clear sky dispersed the dark clouds, and the morning light of late spring sprinkled on Huang Yi. It wasn't until the sun rose in the middle of the sky that Huang Yi woke up with a frown, and when he opened his eyes, he found that there were swamps everywhere around him.

"Whew!" Huang Yi exhaled. Fortunately, I guessed wrong yesterday! This is a fixed swamp, not a quicksand swamp. Quicksand swamps are mobile. It's like quicksand in the desert. I slept more than one night. If it's really a quicksand swamp, I won't be able to see this bright sun for a long time.

Huang Yi traveled before the Sui and Tang dynasties. For the sake of a national mission, the geography was studied. Naturally, I knew that there was indeed a swampy land outside Jingling County. This swamp has a name. It's called Yunmeng Swamp, Yunmengze, or Yunmeng Daze!

In the pre-Qin period, the circumference of this group of swamps was about 400 kilometers. Later, due to the continuous sedimentation brought by the Yangtze River and the Han River, the Hanjiang River Delta continued to expand, and the range of Yunmengze gradually decreased. During the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, it was reduced by half, and it disintegrated into a cluster of small swamp lakes dotted around during the Sui and Tang dynasties. Since then, some small lakes have gradually silted up, while others have expanded. After the Qing Dynasty, it quickly expanded into a large lake due to the flowing water in all directions.

Huang Yi sat up and stretched, stretching his limbs. Dressed in rags. His face was covered in blood and sludge. Now it's unspeakably uncomfortable being dried by the sun and sticking to my body. Huang Yi picked up the pecking sword beside him. I illuminated myself with the reflection of the sword. I kept sighing in my heart, I was more like a beggar than a beggar.

Huang Yi dragged his body and searched everywhere, and finally found a stream.

There is still a road in the swamp group of Yunmengze. Since the beginning of the Sui Dynasty and the disintegration of the swamp, there have been many bold businessmen who have taken this route. Because the north and south are closer. No detours.

This is already out of the clouds. Huang Yi stood by the creek and put away the sword, and didn't think about jumping into the stream. Dive your head straight into the stream.

Huang Yi took a shower and washed the torn clothes. Only then did I climb the shore of the mountain. Finding a big tree, Huang Yi cut off the branches, put up the wet clothes, and lit a fire to bake.

There's no such thing as underwear. Luckily, the weeds on the side grew tall enough. Huang Yi grabbed a handful of the parts he was holding tightly and blocked them. There is no one on the side, and no one usually passes by. At that time, Huang Yi still felt awkward with his bare buttocks.

After everything was done, Huang Yi sat by the fire, closing his eyes and pranayama to recover his true qi, while waiting for his clothes to dry.

Suddenly, the sound of shouting and killing came from behind a forest in the southeast, and Huang Yi was startled. This is definitely not Du Fuwei's men chasing him. Otherwise, it will never startle the snake. Listening to the sound of shouting, it was like the sound of a group of people chasing after them.

It only took a moment for that sound to make the group of people rush in the direction of Huang Yi's side.

Huang Yi hurriedly extinguished the fire and put on the clothes that had not yet dried. In a flash, he had already ducked into the grass and looked at the source of the sound!

After a while, more than a dozen groups of people in the southeast woods came out of the forest and came to the wilderness outside the forest.

Huang Yi stuck his head out in the grass. When I looked closely, I realized that I was wrong. At the same time, I was dumbfounded.

It turned out that these more than ten clusters of martial arts figures, which added up to more than three hundred, were only besieging one person. Huang Yi was surprised that it was this besieged person who was able to fight these more than 300 martial arts figures who seemed to be extraordinary.

And this person, Huang Yi also knows. I've seen it a few times! This person is Ba Fenghan!

There were more than 300 other good players in the wilderness outside the forest. It is obvious that people belonging to different gang sects are distributed in all directions in an orderly manner, surrounding Bafenghan in the center, and are constantly sending people to join the siege with wheel tactics.

There are two or three blood stains on Ba Fenghan's body, although his expression is slightly tired, but he still moves like the wind, he advances and retreats freely under the siege of seven or eight people, the sword in his hand reflects the light of the torch, flashing, the sword is everywhere, there are always people who want to suffer.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground, his masterpiece, of course. However, the enemy has endless support, and if he cannot break through and escape, he will always die of exhaustion.

"When!when!when!"

Ba Feng's cold sword light flickered, swung his sword and attacked, the momentum soared, and the two gray-clothed men who were his opponent flew in the air, adding two terrifying corpses to the ground.

Suddenly, a delicate woman's voice came: "The second master of the Yichun faction, please send someone to help!"

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