When the two of them were halfway there, they were confronted by two men carrying firewood, both wearing big straw hats on their heads.

Master Duan Zhuang just lowered his head and walked forward, not caring about these two men. When the two men passed by Master Duan, one left and one right, they sandwiched Master Duan Zhuang in the middle. Duan Yuntu saw that the two men were walking steadily, and the burden of firewood on no one's shoulders was a hundred catties, but the two of them still straightened their waists, looking very relaxed.

Duan Yuntu felt that something was wrong, and was thinking about the question, when he suddenly saw these two people sandwiching Duan Zhuang Master in the middle, secretly screaming that it was not good, and suddenly pounced on Duan Zhuang Zhuang.

Duan Yuntu's eyes were sharp, and when he was halfway through, he saw a sharp blade sticking out of each of the two people's firewood burdens, stabbing at Duan Zhuang from the left and right.

Duan Yuntu shouted, "Master Duan Zhuang be careful!" At the same time, he stretched out the long sword in his hand and picked it up on the firewood burden of one of the people, blocking the sword stabbed by the person.

When Master Duan heard the reminder, he suddenly realized that he took a step forward with his left foot, lowered his body, and let go of the stabbing sword. At the same time, he drew the long sword in his hand and slashed at the man's waist with a swing of his sword.

Although the sword of Duan Zhuang is not a sword that sharpens iron like clay, it is also a sharp weapon handed down from the ancestors. There was a snort, and the sword slashed past the man's waist.

Then he saw a load of firewood on the man's shoulder cut in two, and the man's eyes widened, and he looked down at his waist with a look of disbelief.

But whether he believed it or not, a cut about a foot long and three inches deep had been cut out of his waist by Lord Duan's sword. Blood spurted from his waist at once, and the man screamed and fell to the ground.

The other person was obviously taken aback, but he didn't dare to confront Duan Yuntu and Duan Zhuang Owner anymore, and he didn't seem to dare to run away, so he just took his sword against Duan Zhuang Master and Duan Yuntu.

Duan Yuntu suddenly turned over, and forced the man with his sword: "Did Yi Shuihan send you? Where is he?" followed by Duan Zhuang Master also forced over, his eyes seemed to be about to burst into flames, and a sword was several inches away in front of his eyes, which could pierce into his eyes at any time.

The man gritted his teeth, suddenly put the long sword in his hand around his neck, closed his eyes, and killed himself.

As soon as this person died, Duan Yuntu and Duan Zhuang continued to move forward. In the evening, they came to the edge of a large river. It is surrounded by high mountains on both sides, with a narrow canyon in the middle. The canyon is full of reefs, and there are many high boulders. The river rushes through the canyon, forming a series of waterfalls and rapids.

The two looked at the surging river in front of them, shook their heads and sighed. Duan Yuntu looked up and saw two families not far upstream, so he walked over with the owner of Duan.

When the two came to the thatched hut, they saw that the two families were not far from each other, and the houses were very simple, with some medicinal herbs and a few animal skins drying in the yard. From this point of view, these two families should be the mountain people here.

Duan Yuntu inquired with the owner of a family and learned that the river was the Jinsha River, but there was no bridge to cross the river nearby. And because the current is too fast, there is no boat to cross the river.

The owner of Duan Zhuang asked the mountain people if they hadn't seen two strangers pass by. The mountain man's words made the two of them come to their senses. For the mountain people told them that two men had just passed from here. And according to the description of the mountain people, these two people should be Yi Shuihan and Duan Zhijun.

Duan Yuntu and Duan Zhuang hurriedly chased forward in the direction pointed out by the mountain people. The two chased after them for a short time, and they vaguely saw a person sitting cross-legged in the pile of rubble. And looking at the back, it should be Yi Shuihan, yes.

Lord Duan Zhuang pulled out his sword suddenly, quickened his pace, and ran over. Yi Shuihan heard the movement, stood up, pulled Duan Zhijun from the ground, and rushed forward.

But Yi Shuihan's speed of running was not fast, coupled with his previous posture of sitting cross-legged, Duan Yuntu judged that Yi Shuihan was most likely suffering from an internal injury, and he was exercising his skills here to heal his injuries. Now is the time to defeat him!

Duan Yuntu ran a few steps to the left and outflanked Yi Shuihan from the left. He performed light skills and flew forward like a swallow on the boulder by the river. Finally, he jumped into the air and jumped on a huge rock, with his toes on the rock, and flew down, blocking in front of Yi Shuihan.

It can be seen that Yi Shuihan's face is a little abnormal, and his breathing is heavy. Seeing that he was surrounded by Duan Yuntu and Duan Zhuang's owner, he couldn't help frowning and feeling worried.

If it was left in normal times, he would not take these two people to heart, even if there were a few more, he would not be afraid at all. But today he is injured, his internal breath is not running smoothly, his skills have been greatly reduced, and he urgently needs to find a place to heal his injuries.

Yi Shuihan held Duan Zhijun in one hand, and went backwards, onto a protruding rock by the river. This is the narrowest part of the nearby river, only about ten zhang wide.

Yi Shuihan let out a loud shout, and threw Duan Zhijun across the river with both hands. Don't look at this Yi Shuihan was seriously injured, but his internal strength is very profound, and this throwing power is just right.

Duan Zhijun was thrown across the river and landed on a large rock protruding from the opposite bank. And his technique is very unique, Duan Zhijun did not hit the stone, but just went through it and stopped on the stone, so he was unharmed.

Duan Yuntu couldn't help but cheer in his heart, and he stepped forward, and also got on the stone where Yi Shuihan was standing. Master Duan Zhuang followed closely and also went up, turning into a three-legged posture.

Yi Shuihan stared at Duan Yuntu and Duan Zhuang Owner, laughing wildly. The wind by the river whipped up a wave and sprinkled it on the cloak that was easy to be cold. Yi Shuihan's face was calm, calm and composed, and he could see that he didn't really take Duan Yuntu and Duan Zhuang Master seriously.

Duan Yuntu looked at Yi Shuihan, thinking to himself that this person is so imposing, his pride, this majesty, is really beyond the reach of ordinary people, and he is worthy of being the supreme of the Southern Sect of the Tibetan Heavenly Eagle Sect. It's a pity that this person is the head of the underworld in the rivers and lakes and has entered the devil's path, otherwise he will be a rare hero in the rivers and lakes.

Master Duan Zhuang held the sword in his hand, and when he was full of luck, he rushed up and slashed at Yi Shuihan. Yi Shuihan didn't take Duan Zhuang Master in his eyes, but his internal injuries were attacking at this time, the qi and blood in his body were surging, his internal breath was not smooth, his skill had been greatly reduced, and the Ice and Snow God couldn't use it.

Yi Shuihan saw that Master Duan Zhuang was fierce and desperate, so he smiled, turned sideways, and suddenly turned to the side of Duan Zhuang Owner, and reached out to take Duan Zhuang Master's wrist.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm really sorry to delay for so long. Start now and keep going!

(End of chapter)