Just after he finished speaking, Yelu Shenxuan suddenly grabbed an arrow with his hand and stabbed it directly into the left eye socket of the Qin army scout.
Caught off guard, the Qin army scout's left eyeball was instantly punctured.
A scream as shrill as a ghost's howl shook the whole place, blood spurted out, and the pain stimulated the Qin army's scouts to howl as if they were crazy.
Raising his hand to take out the arrow, Yelu Shenxuan looked at the broken eyeball stuck on the arrow and said in a calm tone: "Why don't you run quickly? If you don't run, your eyes will be stuck next time, and then you.
With my hands, I will slowly torture you into a human stick that has a mouth but cannot speak, and eyes that cannot see."
"And I promise, I will protect you very carefully to prevent you from dying so quickly."
These words made the Qin army scouts scared to death.
That's how people are.
Even though he knew that he was going to die, he had nothing to fear.
But not being afraid of death does not necessarily mean that you are not afraid of being tortured.
Especially when there is a glimmer of hope, an infinite desire to survive will be aroused.
At this time, this Qin Army scout was like this. He had no choice but to rely on his remaining sobriety and reason, endure the pain and subconsciously run towards the Crescent Pass.
At this time, he still had a little hope in his heart, not for survival, but because he longed to really run back to Yueyang Pass and tell his brothers the news that Yelu Shenxuan was behind him. At that time, the brothers would definitely attack with all their strength to kill those who ran away without permission.
Take the Yelu Shenxuan who comes out!
In this way, even if I, a nobody, die, I will have no regrets.
Under the stimulation of this thought, the scout seemed to have countless strength and ran wildly.
Seeing this scene in the eyes of the guards around Yelu Shenxuan, not only did they not have any sympathy, but they burst into deafening laughter.
That look was like watching an animal reach a desperate situation and struggle in a self-righteous way.
"Follow me."
Yelu Shenxuan sneered and followed on horseback.
So, the scouts ran in front, and not far or near behind, there was a team of extremely capable cavalry chasing them with all their might.
It was difficult to walk at night, not to mention that the scout's thigh was pierced by an arrow and his left eyeball was exploded. He was now lame and blind. He would fall almost every few steps, and when he fell, he would leave traces on the ground.
A bloodstain.
The cavalry at the back not only did not let go, but also seemed to have found some kind of fun. They kept shooting long arrows. They did not kill the scout, but just stuck them in the ground around him, forcing the scout to continue to push his limits and stumble forward.
Run forward.
The laughter and the sound of horse hooves could be heard far into the night.
On the hillside in the distance, two figures, one large and one small, watched this scene in their eyes.
The little figure is a girl named Prajna.
She clenched her fists and her face turned pale with anger.
Turning to look at the disheveled Master beside her, she said, "Master, won't you help him?"
The slovenly Taoist priest took off the gourd from his waist, took a sip of wine, shook his head and said: "One drink and one peck, you have your destiny. If you become a monk, you will not interfere in the mundane world."
The girl said unconvinced: "But Master, you said that people in this world must always have some obsessions. If you lose even the slightest obsession, how will you be different from the living dead?"
Li Tianzun smiled half-heartedly and said, "The little girl still knows how to use Master's words to defeat Master's army."
Prajna said miserably: "He is so pitiful, and besides, he is from our Qin country."
