The mountain roads are rugged and difficult to walk, and there are even no roads in some places, requiring Qilin to clear the way ahead.
After walking for a while.
"Stop!"
Ye Qiu suddenly shouted in a low voice.
In an instant, everyone stopped, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"What's wrong?" Tang Fei asked softly.
"Wait for me here for a while." After Ye Qiu said that, they jumped up and disappeared into the woods.
Everyone is waiting where they are.
Five minutes later.
Ye Qiu came back, carrying two dead bodies in his hands, both from the Witch God Sect.
"There are spies from the Witch God Sect in the woods, everyone, please be careful." Ye Qiu warned and gave Qilin a look.
Qilin understood and led the way.
We walked for about half an hour.
"Stop!" Ye Qiu said again.
This time, Tang Fei noticed something strange, sniffed it and said, "It smells so strong of blood."
"Long Ye, go take a look." Ye Qiu warned, "Be careful."
Long Ye nodded and quickly stepped forward with two soldiers.
after awhile.
Long Ye and the two soldiers came back, their faces gloomy.
"How is the situation?" Tang Fei asked.
"There was a tragic battle ahead, and many people died." Long Ye replied.
"Let's go and have a look." After Ye Qiu finished speaking, he strode forward.
Everyone followed Ye Qiu and kept walking forward. Gradually, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.
A few minutes later.
Everyone came to a mountain col.
"Damn, damn the Witch God Cult." Qilin cursed angrily, with a terrifying murderous intent appearing on his body.
Tang Fei's face was shocked, and as for the soldiers who came with him, they were even more chilled.
Looking around, I saw hundreds of corpses lying in the mountain col, including disciples of the Dragon Clan and people from the Wushen Sect. There was blood everywhere.
It can be seen that this battle was very fierce.
Ye Qiu clenched his fists tightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes was like an unsheathed sword, its sharp edge clearly visible.
"Tang Fei, can you lend me some manpower? I want to bury these Longmen disciples." Qilin said.
"Okay." Tang Fei agreed directly without hesitation.
Ye Qiu said: "The deceased has passed away, so there is no need to waste time. We must hurry up and get on our way."
"As for these dead people, let them stay here for now!"
"After the Witch God Sect is destroyed, we will arrange for people from Longmen to help them collect the corpses, transport them back collectively, and bury them in peace."
"They are all heroes of Longmen. I want to build a hero's hall for them for future generations to worship."
Qilin nodded heavily, glanced at the Longmen disciples who died in battle, and turned to leave.
Set off again.
After advancing about thirty kilometers, Ye Qiu suddenly stopped and made a gesture.
Everyone stopped.
"There is danger." When Qilin spoke, his eyes stared straight ahead.
Tang Fei pulled out his pistol, ready to shoot at any time.
Long Ye and a group of soldiers stood ready and ready to open fire.
Three minutes later.
A group of people appeared in Ye Qiu's sight.
There are thirty or forty in total.
They were dressed very slovenly, like a group of beggars. Most of them were shirtless and had a snake-shaped tattoo on their arm.
People from the Witch God Cult!
A cold light flashed in Ye Qiu's eyes, and then his eyes fell on the two old men at the head.
The old man on the left is 1.8 meters tall, about sixty or seventy years old, tall and thin, like a telephone pole.
While walking, the old man's eyes were like those of an eagle, constantly scanning the surroundings, very carefully.
Ye Qiu noticed that although this old man was very thin, his temples were bulging high, indicating that he was not weak in skills.
"This guy's cultivation is a little stronger than Qilin, and should be similar to Qinglong."
Ye Qiu's eyes fell on the old man on the right again.
The old man on the right is a short and fat man, less than 1.5 meters tall, with a bald head, a face like a big cake, white and fat, with a big belly and a smile, just like a Maitreya Buddha.
"This guy's cultivation level is also pretty good, almost the same as Qilin's."
Ye Qiu saw Humpty Dumpty's cultivation level at a glance.
"I have fought against them." Qilin pointed at the tall and thin old man on the left and said, "That guy hurt Qinglong. Their skills are not weak, but..."
"But what?" Ye Qiu asked.
Qilin said: "When we fought against them, they had more than just these people, there were at least several hundred people. Why are there only such a few people now?"
Tang Fei also came over, saw the group of people, and said to Qilin: "When I rescued you, I shot and killed many of them."
I see.
Qilin asked Ye Qiu: "Kill them?"
"Nonsense! If you meet them, kill them all." Ye Qiu noticed that among the group of people from the Witch God Sect, there were only five people with guns on their backs.
"Long Ye!" Ye Qiu waved to Long Ye and ordered: "Arrange snipers to kill those guys carrying guns first."
"yes!"
Long Ye made arrangements immediately, and after a while, he gestured to Ye Qiu, meaning that the arrangements were complete.
"Let's do it!"
After hearing Ye Qiu's words, Long Ye ordered several snipers: "Shoot."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The five guys carrying guns were shot dead instantly.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The people of the Witch God Sect screamed in alarm and became a mess.
Taking this opportunity, Ye Qiu and Qilin quickly rushed forward and surrounded the group of people.
Seeing that their group was surrounded, the two old men headed by the Witch God Sect looked gloomy.
At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao shouted to the two old men: "Uncle Gu, Uncle Long, save me quickly."
The two old men's eyes fell on Su Xiaoxiao's face, and they were stunned.
"Saint!"
Su Xiaoxiao said again: "Uncle Gu, Uncle Long, save me quickly."
The two old men exchanged a look, and then shouted to the disciples of the Witch God Sect behind them: "Everyone, listen to me, the matter has come to this, and only by fighting to the death can we have a chance of survival."
"Now the Saint is in their hands. No matter what the cost, we must rescue the Saint."
"kill!"
The two old men rushed out with the disciples of the Witch God Sect.
"Kill!" Qilin could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his heart and rushed towards the short fat man with a knife.
Ye Qiu rushed towards the tall and thin old man.
Tang Fei and Long Ye led people to deal with other members of the Wushen Sect.
A melee broke out.
As soon as Qilin and the short, fat old man met, they made a killing move. As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they become jealous. Both of them want to kill each other.
Helpless, the two of them have similar skills, and neither one can do anything to the other, and the fight is inseparable.
After fighting dozens of moves.
The short, fat old man made an imaginary move to avoid Qilin, then suddenly jumped up, kicked Yang Qi and Gu Feng away, and came to Su Xiaoxiao.
"Don't be afraid, Saint, Uncle Long is here to save you."
"Thank you, Uncle Long."
However, as soon as Su Xiaoxiao finished speaking, her face suddenly froze, and she saw the short, fat old man slashing at her throat with a knife.
