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Chapter 42 The ink knife goes up the mountain (22)

Meng Yuexue watched Wang Anfeng close the door, and blood flowed out from the wound in the palm of her hand again and dripped on the door, adding a layer of protection to the ordinary people in the room to prevent them from being invaded by the poisonous fog.

He could hear a whistle.

Then the thin red horse neighed listlessly, and the sound of horse hooves came, gradually fading away, but from far to near, the howling sounds from the distance became clearer.

The people who were crowded in the room clearly showed a look of panic on their faces, and they subconsciously leaned together, as if this could avoid danger.

Meng Yuexue pursed her lips. There was no doubt that it was extremely dangerous outside, but she had the urge to rush out of the door. The impulse was extremely strong. Even if her fingers clenched her palm tightly, she could not control her surging in her heart.

Almost instinct.

When I heard the sound outside, my legs and feet seemed to have their own will.

But when I looked back at Chuan Lian lying on the bed, I saw the child full of fear, the girl's tightly clasped palms still loosened, her five fingers were slender, and she swayed slightly, and she felt a little weak.

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Wang Anfeng had never used his light skills to attack.

He had a very clear idea of ​​what to do next.

Although he was calm in the eyes of Meng Yuexue and others, he might not be sure of whether he could do it. Besides, he still had to do his best to fight against a rabbit. As the battle approached, every bit of internal strength was extremely precious.

The horse under his crotch was brought from the Tan family's Maku when he left Xidingzhou. He originally looked at a big black horse, but the third master shouted in his ear for almost an hour, and he could no longer bear it, so he chose this thin horse in the eyes of the madman in the eyes of the Maku Manager looking at the madman.

At this time, the horse finally showed the potential to be attracted by Hong Luoyu.

It seemed that he was extremely disgusting the smell in the air at this time. The thin horse's speed continued to accelerate. He stepped on his hooves and carried a thousand-pound ink knife, soaring like the wind.

The mane is flying, almost like a running lion.

I ran along the long street path, like red fire walking on the earth, and the concentration of the poisonous fog around me became stronger and stronger. The Hunyuan Gong in my body was running faster and faster, turning the toxins in the sky into the basic energy, like a rolling hot stream, pouring into the dantian.

The internal force of the golden bell cover in the meridians was already overflowing.

At this time, the thicker the poisonous fog, the wailing sound became lower and lower. Ordinary people could not resist this poisonous fog for a long time. Now they were probably tortured by the poison and were dying, and they could not even make a scream.

There was a faint mist on the road, and you could not see the pedestrians, but you could hear the faint and continuous wailing sounds in your ears, just like a ghost realm.

Just when Wang Anfeng thought that there was no one to see in this place closest to the poison source, a very obvious red color suddenly appeared in his vision.

It stretches like a flame, like a knife mark that cuts on the earth. It divides the town from the back mountain.

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned.

In just this moment, the horse under his crotch had already passed by hundreds of meters away. His eyes saw through the poisonous fog and saw the true bodies of the flames, all of which were young people holding battle knives and wearing red clothes.

The poisonous fog here is the thickest. These men just cut off the hem of their sleeves and cloaked them before their noses and avoided poison. Under the command of an old man, they piled the medicinal materials on the ground, ignited the fire, and used this extremely wasteful method to fight against the poisonous fog.

There were blood-colored scratches on his exposed skin, and his eyes were covered with blood.

The leading man noticed the sound of horse hooves and turned to look at Wang Anfeng. At this time, the poisonous fog was extremely thick, but he seemed to be careless and shouted:

"Go back!"

"The mountain is closed here, so you are not allowed to go there. Stay in the house and we will be able to handle it soon..."

Wang Anfeng's gaze swept across his right hand holding the knife, which was covered with blood, dripping blood, and was invaded by poisonous fog, which had swollen and pus, but the sword in his hand was still very tightly held.

Hearing the horse's hooves, his eyebrows frowned and shouted loudly:

“Return quickly…”

Wang Anfeng pulled the reins of the horse with his arm, and the thin horse under his crotch neighed. The flames burned in front of him, and the heat waves thrust, which aroused the ferociousness of the strange horse. His pupils opened and his mane danced wildly, not inferior to the flames.

When he was still ten meters away, he jumped up suddenly, like a wind and lightning, and passed by dozens of meters before he landed on the opposite side. He squealed and rushed towards the mountain road.

While leaping over the flame, Wang Anfeng suddenly buckled his palm with his five fingers with his right hand. His fingers that were infused with internal force were like a dagger, tearing the wound that was gradually beginning to heal again, and blood dripped down and poured directly on the flame.

The leader of the Qin warrior looked at Wang Anfeng's distant figure, and was angry and shouted loudly:

"Are you looking for death?!"

"We can't deal with the masters above. The Feng Zhui Guan from Xidingzhou will arrive soon. Don't be reckless..."

Just at this moment, the flame was hit by blood, and it flashed for a moment. The poisonous fog around suddenly made a sizzling sound, and blue smoke came out, rolling upwards. Everyone was stunned and suddenly realized that their breathing had become much smoother in an instant. In the palm of their originally weakened hands, the power of the mind was surging again.

The old man's eyes were bright and he pushed away the young man who was supporting him. He staggered two steps. Before the flames, he noticed the medicinal power emerging from the smoke in the air. His expression changed. He finally took two steps back and sat on the ground, his white hair was scattered and laughed:

"Okay, okay!"

"With this person here, we can be worried about those poisonous people!"

"Okay, hahahaha..."

These Daqin constables looked at the old man laughing in front of him, and all felt relieved. One of them pursed his lips, raised the long knife in his hand, and suddenly he was about to walk towards the mountain road. The leader of the captain took two steps, raised his hand and pressed his shoulder, frowned and asked:

"What are you going to do, boy?"

The young head catcher turned around and said:

"That person should have gone to find the evil man who released the poison just now."

"Let's go and help him..."

The middle-aged captain frowned and scolded:

"Your three-legged cat's kung fu, you're going to die."

"But……"

"No need to say it."

At this moment, someone had already helped the old man up next to him. The old man looked at the young and energetic little captain who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, laughed and said slowly:

"I know what you mean."

"But even if you can't kill the evil spirit yourself, you have something you should do. This place is worry-free for the time being, but the villagers in the town are poisoned, and you still have a lot of things to do."

"This may not be so happy or powerful."

"But if the warrior can be saved from worries, he will be considered a hero..."

"Who said that a knight must be a murderer?"

The young constable seemed dissatisfied and planned to say something else, but the old man raised his hand to stop him. The old doctor, who was nearly seventy, coughed a few times, looked at the pretty young faces around him, and his expression slowed down, showing the kindness of the old man, and said:

"Now there are no worries here."

"Go back to the town to save people..."

"Your parents and children are all inside. The medicinal materials have been moved here. Just leave them to me. It's useless to keep so many people. Go back quickly."

ps: The second update is presented...

Thank you very much for the long wind and the distance.
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