"Shen Langjun, are you sure that the evil thief is outside the city?"
Even though Zhai Le was full of enthusiasm, he also realized something was wrong at this time - the thief was too good at running away, wasn't he?
He and Shen Langjun had been chasing for so long without seeing any suspicious figures, but Shen Langjun had no intention of stopping yet.
Keep running in this direction...
It’s time to run into the deep mountains and forests_(:з)∠)_
Shen Tang said lightly: "Yes, I am very sure."
Monk Zhai Le was confused at this time, but he was also more or less suspicious of Shen Tang. He was worried that Mr. Shen was tricking him into coming out and was planning something wrong! He was not bragging, but his face could really make a young lady look small. Wife throws a fruity car!
but--
Mr. Shen is also an iron-clad man, a man!
He is good-looking and handsome, do you need to covet his face?
Furthermore, he is still a brave warrior. In a normal one-on-one situation, what can a scribe do to retain a warrior?
At this point, Zhai Lesi silently pressed down the unreliable guess that "Shen Langjun coveted beauty", but another thought popped up like a whack-a-mole - could he want to lure him into the wild and kill him?
Or maybe there are accomplices in the wild, ready to join forces to take him down?
This idea quickly took hold.
This guess is not impossible. You must know that there is a guide named Enpixi behind them. So, Zhai Le looked at Shen Tang with a darker look, secretly wary that Shen Tang would suddenly attack him, even the two of them I haven't noticed it since I entered the mountain.
At this time, midsummer has just passed and autumn has not yet entered, and the mountains and forests are luxuriant. The mountains in the distance are undulating, shrouded in night, like wild beasts lying on the ground and taking a nap. When we first enter the mountains and forests, the air is still filled with the lingering heat and the unique fragrance of grass and trees. , there was silence all around.
"Mr. Shen, the atmosphere here is not right." Zhai Le noticed something keenly, frowned slightly, and grabbed Shen Tang's left arm.
Shen Tang still had a dull face and held his sword.
She said: "I know, the nasty thief is here!"
Zhai Le: "..."
Seeing Shen Tang running out wearing only pajamas, he always had a vague feeling that something was wrong. But he himself also smelled of alcohol, stronger than Shen Tang, so he missed important clues. The closer the two got closer, the more cautious they became. To be precise, Zhai Le became more cautious. , Shen Tang is still the same.
Follow the stream and find dwellings hidden in the mountains.
Residential houses were built near the water. They were mostly simple houses made of stone, wood, and thatch. At this time, the fire spread, and the landscape was smudged with a red mark. Zhai Le knew something was wrong at a glance. Just as he was about to go out, he pressed down with one hand. His head almost pushed him down.
He looked at the "culprit" angrily and depressedly.
"Shen Langjun, why are you here so suddenly?"
Shen Tang asked calmly: "Then why are you going out?"
"Didn't you see the flood? Of course I went to save people!"
Shen Tang snorted and warned Zhai Le: "You are going to save a group of thieves? Be careful, they will kill you and stab you with their backhand!"
A den of thieves???
Only then did Zhai Le realize that the fire that was getting bigger and bigger was not an ordinary flame. There were figures of people fighting each other in the jumping flames, or a group of people fighting each other. Although the former were wearing coarse linen clothes, they were well-trained and worked in groups of three or five. They are each other's horns and cooperate with each other tacitly.
There was only one person in the latter group, but he was fierce and mighty. He did not shy away from an enemy that was thirty to forty times his size. He seized the opportunity and chopped off the enemy's head, arms and legs with a single blow, which was extremely cruel.
"Is that person injured? It looks like he's seriously injured..."
Zhai Le's eyes were fixed on the strong man for a moment.
A layman watches the excitement, an expert watches the door.
Outsiders think that this person is murderous and has a high aura, and it is only a matter of time before he kills the remaining enemies. In fact, this is not the case. Although his aura is strong, it can no longer be continued.
He was seriously injured, bleeding too much, his courage was exhausted, and the enemy was still increasing his troops. No matter how you looked at it, you were at a disadvantage.
Want to fight and retreat at the same time?
Don't even look to see if the enemy will give you a way out.
Shen Tang said: "He is the evil thief who stole my treasure!"
Zhai Le became more and more puzzled: "You mean the one who was besieged?"
Shen Tang nodded, his expression dull and slightly aggrieved, and said angrily: "There are more than one person who stole my things!"
(｀?′)=3 I’m so angry!
I really want to kill all thieves in the world!
Zhai Le saw that Shen Tang's expression didn't look fake, and he was a little embarrassed - he admired that heroic figure, but stealing was a matter of character and morality, and it would not be a good idea to jump out to save people by himself. Just as he was struggling, a red sword flashed. With a booming sound, it fell from the sky.
The target is directly at the besieged "thief".
"What the hell, a ten-meter sword???"
Shen Tang squatted in the dark, put his hands on his knees, looked up and watched the sword light fall, and was so surprised that he even uttered curse words. Seeing the huge force carried by the sword light, it split the house under the "thief"'s feet in half, only to A knife mark half a meter deep was left.
The "thief" felt the fatal threat the moment the sword light appeared. Without thinking, he choked an enemy with one hand and threw it towards the sword light, while he jumped sideways. The unlucky enemy exploded a large cloud of blood mist in mid-air, and even He didn't even have time to scream.
As the light of the sword dissipated, a strong man in armor was as fast as lightning, holding a Yanling knife in both hands and charging towards the "thief".
This knife had been charged for a long time and weighed as much as a thousand pounds. With just one encounter, the huge force knocked the seriously injured and exhausted "thief" flying six or seven meters, with a loud bang, hitting the windows and doors of nearby houses, and it was clean and crisp. The wood inside the room shattered, raising clouds of dust.
After a few breaths, the "thief" vomited out a large mouthful of blood, and climbed up from the ruins with trembling fingers. His body was covered in blood and dust. He spat out the blood foam mixed with soil and looked at it fiercely. The strong man with Yan Ling Dao: "Is it you?"
The latter was not in a hurry to capture him, but looked at his final struggle with a half-smile: "It's me, here to send you on your way."
After saying that, others also gathered around.
Zhai Le sighed: "This person is going to die."
It can be seen that this person's martial arts level is not low, but no matter how strong his martial courage is, he can't withstand high-intensity fierce battles. His injuries are so severe that his physical strength and energy can't keep up. Not to mention that a martial arts hero appears at this moment. The level is also not low, but the pursuer is in peak condition.
Even if Zhai Le jumps out, nothing can be saved.
He was regretting it, but unexpectedly, a wisp of strong wind passed by his side, and he only had time to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure disappearing from his sight.
Zhai Le was shocked. Following the direction of the strong wind, he only saw Shen Tang's back quickly retreating——
Shen Langjun actually rushed out regardless of the situation!!!
With a wave of the long sword in his hand, an invisible and transparent sword energy carrying a booming sound was like splitting the sky and splitting the earth, leaving a ten-meter-long sword mark between the strong man with the Yan Ling Dao and the "thief". As for the sword mark, there was no time to dodge. She couldn't care about the person who was split open.
This incident shocked both parties.
The "thief", who was seriously injured and about to collapse, was suddenly startled, and felt a little joy in his heart. He raised his head and saw a snow-white figure rushing out of the forest like the wind, with the sword pointed at the strong man with the wild goose feather sword.
