Regardless of whether the breath is Deng Baichuan or not, it is still a hope.
But other than that, there was no aura similar to that of Deng Baichuan in this entire village. Ziqin no longer hesitated and hurriedly followed the group of people secretly.
In this village, there is a guard post every three steps and a sentry post every five steps. Ziqin hid in the darkness but took every step very carefully. He avoided at least twenty waves of bright posts and thirty or forty hidden sentries along the way, and finally came to a place.
Entrance.
At this point, Ziqin could no longer follow him secretly.
The entrance is not big, but it is in a room. It seems as if it is directly entering the interior of the mountain.
Zi Qin was already extremely surprised that this mountain stronghold was built against a mountain. However, it seemed at this time that this mountain stronghold was not only built against a mountain, but also opened up the interior of the mountain to serve as a base camp.
Perceive the contraction and focus on exploring the entrance.
The familiar feeling became stronger and stronger, and the aura was definitely the same as Deng Baichuan's, but it seemed more messy.
The figure fell down and turned into a phantom in an instant. Ziqin had entered the entrance in the blink of an eye.
Before the several outposts and secret sentries had time to react, Ziqin's hands had already pressed hard on the backs of these people's necks. With a series of noises, these outposts and secret sentries immediately fell to death one after another.
Although Ziqin's martial arts at this time has not yet returned to its heyday, it is not far behind. Mainly, this martial arts is all obtained by Ziqin's hard training, and its control is far better than that given by the system.
With his feet on the ground, Ziqin quickly walked inside without any hesitation. Although the long passage behind the entrance is located inside the mountain, it is not dark or stuffy.
There were torches placed all along the way, illuminating the mountain road very brightly.
Ziqin quickly headed inside, and after walking about five or six hundred meters, he suddenly felt Deng Baichuan's aura clearly.
The chaos is also clearly reflected, but it is a symbol of the unstable breath of life.
torture.
Ziqin's expression changed, and he no longer concealed his figure. In a few flashes, he had crossed the long passage and entered a bright place.
This is a place similar to a yamen cell. It is surrounded by cells made of iron bars and divided into upper and lower floors. They are located on both sides of the outside of the passage. As soon as Ziqin entered it, he saw a person being bound at the end of this huge space.
On top of the wooden pillar, several strong men with whips were whipping the man.
Ziqin's internal strength was not weak, and the place was bright, but he could tell at a glance that this person was Deng Baichuan.
An unknown anger suddenly surged up. Ziqin's feet hit the ground hard. His whole body suddenly seemed to be shot out by a huge spring. In one step, he crossed a distance of more than a hundred meters and appeared in front of those strong men carrying whips.
behind.
There seemed to be a thunderous sound in the closed space, and the several strong men carrying whips were knocked away by Zi Qin's quick punches, and they were blown into pieces of flesh and blood that filled the sky while they were still in the air.
"brother."
He waved his hand to cut off the rope. Ziqin held Deng Baichuan up. This previously chubby man seemed to be nothing in Ziqin's hands, and he was almost no more than a hundred pounds.
A steady stream of internal energy passed through, and Deng Baichuan's breathing between his mouth and nose finally became a little stronger.
The man opened his eyes with difficulty, and when he saw Ziqin, he seemed to have a look of joy, but then it turned into boundless anxiety.
"You, go quickly, go quickly."
A short voice came out of Deng Baichuan's mouth. His body trembled before he said a word. Just five words seemed to use up all the strength of this man.
"I'll take you away, don't worry, no one can leave us two brothers behind."
Ziqin felt a pain in his heart. He still remembered that this man could blow away the huge wooden fence with one palm at the Dali checkpoint. Such a lively man seemed like a candle in the wind at this time.
What kind of torture must be required to make such a man become like this.
"No, leave quickly. Things have changed. Go tell the brothers in the caravan and don't act rashly."
Deng Baichuan held Ziqin's hand, his voice became slightly louder, and his eyes widened, filled with sadness and despair.
Things have changed.
Ziqin was slightly stunned. He didn't know how things had changed, but he understood that it was Murong Bo who had definitely done something.
Moreover, this matter must be related to the plan they made before.
Ziqin couldn't help but feel guilty. He was indeed not the type to do such a thing. When he was making plans, he only regarded Deng Baichuan and the men from the caravan as his brothers, but he never thought about whether Murong Bo would be even more wild.
.
Attacking Dali and occupying the southwestern region, with the help of the caravan, the Murong family will naturally gain the final benefit. However, the Dali obtained in this way is also shared with the caravan. Even if the caravan does not fight, the Murong family will only get one Dali.
Murong Fu may have been satisfied with this situation, but Murong Bo would not be satisfied.
This old guy has no idea how many years he has been planning for the restoration of the country and how many things he has done. He even pretended to be dead for more than ten years and did not hesitate to abandon his wife.
After doing so many things and planning so many conspiracies, no one could guess what the old guy was thinking.
Most importantly, this old guy still has such a powerful force in his hands. How can the little plan Ziqin made satisfy the old guy's wildness?
Obviously, I can't be satisfied.
Looking at the half-dead Deng Baichuan, an inexplicable sadness flowed through Ziqin's heart. He clearly understood that he had harmed his brother.
Murong Bo had a sinister and vicious nature, but Deng Baichuan was a man through and through, and would never follow Murong Bo to do anything that would bury his own conscience.
As a result, Deng Baichuan's fate can almost be imagined.
If Ziqin was smart enough, he should have thought of these things long ago, but unfortunately, he underestimated Murong Bo's viciousness.
Unlike Murong Fu who could kill Bao, it was easy for Murong Bo to sacrifice Deng Baichuan for his own plan.
With a stretch of his long arms, Ziqin held Deng Baichuan on his shoulders, and with one hand free, Ziqin pulled out the Seven Stars Longyuan. He had already heard the sound of dense footsteps coming from outside the entrance.
There were many masters in this village. If Ziqin was alone, he would have full confidence in escaping. However, with Deng Baichuan, a half-dead wounded man, he did not have much confidence that he would be able to escape from being surrounded by so many masters.
This is Tianlong's world, this is a world with countless masters, and he, Ziqin, has lost his fifteen swords long ago. Although Yuan Gong's sword skills have been practiced and his internal strength is not weak, it is absolutely impossible to do it.
To the point where one person ignores the whole world.
"Since I call you brother, how can I not live and die with you?"
A smile appeared at the corner of Ziqin's mouth. Over the years, he had done a lot of unconscionable things for the sake of strength, but there was only one thing he had never done, and that was to ignore his brothers.
Several arrows flew in from the outside, blocking all movement space in the empty passage.
Ziqin held Deng Baichuan with one hand, and quickly unfolded the Longyuan Sword with the other hand.
The sword comes out and the arrow falls.
The hand holding Deng Baichuan did not move at all. Ziqin stepped forward with his feet, each step was extremely stable. The long sword rippled out a sword pattern on his chest, and the arrows shot from outside were blocked one after another.
Two lines of tears mixed with dirty blood slipped from the corners of Deng Baichuan's eyes. He was also a master, so how could he not see the crisis behind Ziqin's seemingly relaxed attitude.
The sword pattern seems simple, but it extremely tests a swordsman's wrist strength, especially when the sword pattern unfolded by this swordsman needs to protect a half-dead wounded person.
Not only does such a sword pattern consume much more internal energy than an ordinary sword pattern, it also requires great wrist strength.
No matter how high a warrior's martial arts skills are, it cannot change the fact that he is a human being, and being a human being must have its limitations. For example, joints are extremely vulnerable to injuries.
Although martial arts masters have lower joint tendencies than ordinary people, they are by no means immune to injuries.
Each arrow fired from outside the entrance was fired from a strong bow and crossbow, and the force on it was extremely powerful. It can be said that the sword pattern had to withstand a huge blow every time it blocked the arrow.
If this kind of blow happens once or twice, it's fine, but if it lasts for a long time, it will definitely hurt the wrist.
If a swordsman's wrist is damaged, then even his best swordsmanship will be in vain.
At this moment, Ziqin was using his life as a swordsman to protect Deng Baichuan's life. Yuan Gong's swordsmanship never paid attention to guarding. He thrust out the right sword at the right time. This sentence only explained how to defeat the enemy, but it did not say how.
defense.
In fact, Yuan Gong's swordsmanship has no defensive moves. Since the Sword God lineage is called a god, there is no need for defense.
If it were not for Deng Baichuan, Ziqin would have been able to stop him with his Lingbo Weibu. With Lingbo Weibu and Yuan Gong's sword skills, there would be several people in the world that he could not kill.
However, at this time, he could not rush, dodge, or kill, he could only defend. If he could not defend, Deng Baichuan would definitely die.
Several hundred meters, not too long, Ziqin finally walked out of the exit step by step with difficulty. However, the scene outside was even more frightening.
The room where the entrance was located was densely covered with crossbows from all directions, and even the high windows on the walls of the room, with countless shining arrows pointing at Ziqin and Deng Baichuan.
"If there is no chance, let's go and inform the brothers in the caravan. Let's go."
Deng Baichuan suddenly used force to push Ziqin away. His face suddenly turned red, and a faint internal force appeared in his body.
Ziqin hurriedly withdrew his internal power. At this time, his internal power was no longer simply Yunji Qizhu, but integrated with the Beiming Divine Art. When Deng Baichuan's body was empty, he could naturally heal his wounds.
However, internal energy appeared in Deng Baichuan's body, but Ziqin did not dare to keep it in Deng Baichuan's body.
He had already used up a lot of energy just a few hundred meters ago, but Bei Ming and Yun Ji's Qizhuan had not been fused for long. He had not yet mastered this new internal strength. If he was not careful, he might have Deng Baichuan sucked by him as soon as Bei Ming turned around.
Adult fuck.
"Remember to inform the caravan brothers."
As soon as Ziqin's internal force was withdrawn, Deng Baichuan suddenly roared, and a force of elasticity appeared from his body. Taking advantage of the pause when Ziqin withdrew his internal force, he actually bounced Ziqin away. (To be continued...)
