It's really not as domineering as the name of their boss Zhen Sanshan.
However, this is not important——
The bandits came to their senses one after another, and he said that he was——
"Mo Zhe?" Zhen Sanshan shouted, looking at the golden man in front of him, "Are you from Mo Sect?"
At this time, the sight has adjusted, and you can clearly see that this is a young man, beautiful and fair-skinned, gorgeously dressed, and even the sword in his hand is shining.
Mo Tu is dressed like this? He is clearly a dandy who is singing on stage.
"Since you want to pretend to be our Mo clan, you should use some snacks." Gao Xiaoliu said, "ask more."
He looked at the bandits with a look of disgust. Some had burned their rags and straw sandals, while others were still wearing them, waiting to be used next time.
"Why are we Mohists so ugly!"
"You are such a disgrace!"
With the last word, Gao Xiaoliu raised his long sword in his hand, and the bandit standing nearest let out a scream and knelt down, covering his eyes.
"My eyes—"
Let's take action! The other bandits came to their senses and started to fight with weapons raised, shouting.
This dandy boy's long sword was as dazzling as the clothes he wore. As soon as the sword flashed, the man fell to the ground and lay there in the blink of an eye.
"Kill him, kill him -" Zhen Sanshan shouted, throwing the jewelry in his hand, "Whoever can kill him, all the money will be yours."
The bandits roared and rushed towards the young man, brandishing various weapons.
Zhen Sanshan turned around and ran down the mountain.
The sword roared behind him, and Gao Xiaoliu's figure turned. He seemed light and weak, but his speed was extremely fast. Every time the sword light passed by, the bandits around him fell to the ground.
At this time, not only Zhensanshan ran away, but the bandits who rushed past also turned around and fled in all directions.
"Today, none of you can escape!" Gao Xiaoliu shouted.
Accompanied by shouts, tiptoes tapping the ground, and swords moving forward, the late night forest was like falling rain.
Qixing raised his head and looked ahead. There were faint mountains and forests ahead.
The message given by Chief Meng Xi contained specific place names.
Shopkeeper Qiao heard on the way that although the case seemed to be in all directions, if you carefully outline the location, you will find that it always surrounds one place.
And just the day before yesterday, another robbery occurred twenty miles away from here. The robbers were quite unscrupulous and the traces were not cleared. The government also traced it here.
This should be it.
Qixing jumped off the horse, patted it, the horse was released from its restraints, and ran away with a neigh. At the same time, she ran towards the mountain forest and disappeared into the night.
The night did not make the mountains and forests silent.
The sounds of running, screaming, and weapons clashing in the mountain forest covered by thick ink are endless.
But the screams became less and less.
The sound of his own heavy breathing echoed in Zhen Sanshan's ears.
This is not a good thing. If everyone is killed, he will be in danger.
Run faster, run faster -
"You, a bandit, can't run fast enough." A voice came from behind, "You can see that with little training, you are not as diligent as me, a gentle and gentle commoner. Your life is really much better than us."
This voice sighed quietly, full of envy, and was very sincere, but at this time, it only sounded weird and creepy.
Catching up! So fast!
Zhen Sanshan froze, shouted, and slashed backwards with his knife.
With a clang, the swords collided, sparking fire.
The long sword that followed the sound was knocked away, and the figure flew away and landed on the rocks nearby.
Zhen Sanshan is really capable of becoming the boss, but he is more precious about his life. He will run away when he can and will not resort to it unless he has to.
Now it's time to fight hard.
Instead of escaping, he repulsed with one knife and struck Gao Xiaoliu with a series of knives.
Gao Xiaoliu tossed and turned.
"It's not bad." He didn't stop talking, "I've practiced this sword technique, and I've worked hard on it. This is the right thing. You can't not suffer at all. Being a bandit is too comfortable."
The blade of Zhensan Mountain is sharp and sharp. One knife is like splitting the mountain, and the other is like cutting the sea. The night is like rolling waves, but Gao Xiaoliu's body is like the shadow of the sword, agile and graceful. In the rolling wind and waves, it is as light as a willow leaf, sliding over the blade of Zhensan Mountain.
arm.
The screams of Zhensanshan rang out in the night.
The sword shines with golden light, and there is blood flying in the golden light.
Zhen Sanshan rolled to the ground. Although his arm was not chopped off, a large piece was shaved off. This arm was useless at this time.
"Hero, please spare me. I won't dare to do it anymore." He screamed and begged, "I won't do it anymore. I admire Momen. From now on, I will do whatever you ask me to do."
Gao Xiaoliu swung his sword and said with a sneer: "We in Momen don't want trash like you."
Before he finished speaking, his feet sank. Accompanied by the sound of rocks breaking, an iron net popped out, covering Gao Xiaoliu and pulling him down. He disappeared from the ground in the blink of an eye, leaving only a scream.
It turns out there is a trap here.
Zhen Sanshan's pleas turned into curses and wild laughter: "Go to hell, go to hell, you ink disciples."
He struggled to get up and looked towards the trap, seeing a cold light shining slightly in the darkness.
That's the sharp tip of the knife placed in the trap.
This is his mountain!
This is his home!
Even if his skills are inferior to others, outsiders can beat him, but they can't prevent assassinations.
Except for the cry when it first fell into the trap, there was no sound from the trap at this time.
Zhen Sanshan didn't care whether Gao Xiaoliu was alive or dead. If he fell into this trap, even if he didn't die, he would still have to shed his skin.
He has lost his skin now and must run for his life.
Zhen Sanshan climbed up, held his injured arm, and ran down the mountain, stumbling and rolling.
The mountains and forests seemed to be quiet again.
For the back mountain, it was even quieter. The bushes beside the layers of rocks were shaking gently, and two people slowly climbed out.
"There's no movement." Someone whispered.
"I don't know if the boss is dead or the Mo disciple is dead." Another person whispered.
No matter who dies, the incident is over, and they are considered alive.
The two of them leaned on the rocks and breathed a sigh of relief.
"That Mo disciple is really vicious, he looks like he wants to kill us all." One person said with lingering fear.
The other person snorted, his voice a bit proud: "How can it be that easy? This is our territory. If we can't defeat it, why can't we hide from it?"
Yes, yes, the two of them hid in time, and the Mo disciple didn't even notice when he stepped on them just now.
"Okay, let's go down the mountain to take shelter while we've escaped." One person said in a low voice.
Once they have escaped the limelight, they can start again.
The two of them hurriedly walked forward cautiously. Just after taking two steps, they saw a whirlwind on the flat ground in front of them, and the branches and leaves were swaying. The two of them suddenly shuddered, what?
The wind stopped, and a figure stood on the rock.
Are they the bandits who are also hiding?
"Who?" one person asked tremblingly, "I am."
Before he could say his name, he heard a low cry and a sword light struck. The rest of the words were broken in his mouth, and he fell to his knees motionless.
The man next to him screamed and turned around to run. This was of course in vain, but as soon as he turned around, the sword light pierced his body and he fell to the ground lifeless.
Qixing came over, reached out to lift the two of them up, and looked around. She listened slightly, her nose twitched slightly, and after a moment, she looked in one direction.
The two stocky bandits were carried by her on her left and right sides, like two bundles of fluttering withered grass. Her footsteps passed through the forest as if they were treading water, leaving no trace and making no sound.
The silence in the trap didn't last long. Suddenly, as if someone took a deep breath, there was a bang, the iron net flew up from below, and the people came out with it.
But when he landed, he staggered and fell to one knee.
As soon as he knelt down and quickly stood up, Gao Xiaoliu looked around and exhaled with a bit of joy: "Fortunately, there is no one."
This embarrassment will not be seen.
He raised his hand and pressed it on his body, making a hissing sound of pain.
Fortunately, he had tempered his skin since he was a child, so he was caught off guard and fell into a trap full of knife points, saving his life.
It was so embarrassing that I almost fell into the hands of a little bandit.
Gao Xiaoliu cursed fiercely, grabbed the sword, smelled the bloody smell in the air, and chased after him like a shooting star.
He was out of breath running through Zhensan Mountain. He used to feel that the mountain was too small and it was difficult to hide. Now he just hated that the mountain was too big and he couldn't escape in three or two steps.
Finally, the foot of the mountain was in sight.
But before Zhensanshan could be happy, the familiar sound of strong wind came from behind.
The voice of "Zhen Sanshan" was even more distant, more like floating out of hell, "You have caused me so much pain."
