Eighty-six ounces of wind set the cloud and ink color
The wind is blowing on Songfeng Mountain.
The sun that is about to rise from the east is covered by leaden clouds. The ubiquitous wind stirs up the dust on the ground. The mountain pines make a rustling sound. The tits nesting on the pines jump up and down, as if they are in a nest of worry.
Whether the nest suffered damage during this unusual weather.
Perhaps because few people pass by here and the pines are so low, the chickadees' nests are only within reach of people. However, as the gate of Songfeng Mountain is located, there are probably not many urchins who dare to dig out the bird's nests.
Therefore, the birds and animals on the mountain are all enjoying themselves.
How powerful can a crossbow arrow be when shot by the standard crossbow of Yao's army? This is unknown to birds and others. This tit is also natural. It was hit by a three-edged arrowhead at a distance of fifty steps, and its feathers
After a few slight tremors, there was no sound, leaving only a mass of unrecognizable flesh and blood.
The pine forest where the birds and beasts live has become a battlefield, but it is a one-sided pursuit.
More than a hundred torches soaked in tung oil flickered in the forest, as well as a similar number of crossbowmen. Among them, there were three or five sharpshooters with strong arms who fired rockets directly at one place, and the remaining crossbowmen
Then he fired an arrow after him.
"Yu Cheng! If you don't pull out the sharpshooter from behind, you can't leave today!" Qian Erye blocked a crossbow arrow heading straight for the door with the blade of his sword, and shouted in a low voice, "Old man, risk your life to block it.
That man, don’t die in vain!”
There were five people on the mountain in Yanyu Tower, and now only two were left.
The first person to die was not Zhao Wu, who was seriously injured, nor Zhang Wu, who suffered the greatest physical loss from fighting against the two, but the leader of the Misty Rain Pavilion who had always said very little.
Seeing that the old man hit a mountain tree and seriously injured one person, it was a great opportunity to turn the situation around. Unexpectedly, Gao Xu, the master of Songfeng Mountain, shouted to the man on the way up the mountain like a demon, and I agreed.
Then the man wearing a pure black cloak on the way up the mountain moved, and without taking any action, he broke the iron ruler in the hand of the master of the Misty Rain Pavilion with his bare hands. During this period, the people in front of him were wrestling, fist and kick.
No matter how much I add, it still feels like I don’t know the pain.
The iron ruler made of fine steel broke in the palm of this man's hand in just a few seconds. The master of the Misty Rain Pavilion only punched and kicked twice. After being taken away from the weapon, he still wanted to throw another kick.
, but was met by the man in front of him with his forearm. After the collision, his leg bones were broken.
The leader of the Yanyu Pavilion is also a ruthless character. He can turn a blind eye to the pain of a broken leg. He still tries to punch the person in front of him, but his wrist bone is easily broken by the person in front of him like breaking a cucumber. Then he is choked and raised with one hand.
The neck bones were crushed in the air and fell to the ground as heavy as a sack.
Before he died, he finally struggled and yelled: "Henglian's wife! Stop talking about six floors!"
Then he died.
This statement caused the word "death" to appear in the minds of the remaining four people in Yanyulou.
But there is only a fight to the death.
Mr. Qian roared, whether to intimidate the person in front of him or to embolden himself, and then he struck his head with a knife, resolutely.
What was completely different from what he expected was that there were no clever moves or the ability to defeat all kinds of magic with one force. The man in the big cloak in front of Mr. Qian quickly took out his sword to fight, but his head was struck by Mr. Qian's.
The knife and his sword were split in half.
He stared blankly at the knife in his hand, and then at the unrecognizable corpse at his feet. He was just a two-story martial artist. How long had he stood in front of him, and he didn't dare to draw a knife?!
Feeling a mixture of shame and anger, Qian Erye's hand holding the knife stabilized after a brief tremor. He turned around and shouted to the two battle groups behind him:
"The road down the mountain is clear! Evacuate quickly! Evacuate quickly! Evacuate quickly!"
His roar reached the ears of Zhang Wu and Yu Cheng, and of course it was the same for the two mountain masters at the front and back of Songfeng Mountain. Although the two from Yanyulou seemed to have the upper hand, for a while they wanted to start from the martial arts realm where there was not much difference.
It is not easy to escape from the hands of the two.
What's more, there is an expert who is at least six levels of skill standing by, watching him with eager eyes.
The man started from the intersection of the mountain road and began to move very slowly.
The first step taken is less than half of an ordinary person's step.
The second step is a little faster, just like ordinary people.
The third step is already two steps apart from ordinary people's feet.
Mr. Qian gritted his teeth, raised the sword in his hand, and went to confront this man who was gradually becoming unstoppable.
However, there was someone who arrived before him.
Zhao Wu, who had injured his internal organs, waved the ax in his hand and stepped forward. At the cost of two sword blows, he separated the battle group between Yu Cheng, the master of Yanyu Tower, and Gao Xu, the master of Songfeng Mountain. The lame one was hit by one.
The legs of the sword rushed towards the man like a brave porcupine towards a tiger.
Zhao Wu's exposed chest was pierced by the man's punch, and the pair of axes blocking the front and the five-story martial artist's body became vulnerable.
"Brother, run away!" Zhao Wu turned his head and shouted this with the last bit of energy he had accumulated before. At the same time, he stretched out his hands forward and tried to strangle the man's neck.
Furious, Mr. Qian used the power of his spin to swing a knife at the man's waist. If he hadn't been afraid of slashing from top to bottom, he might have hit Zhao Wu as well. The power of this knife might have been extremely close to that of a six-story martial artist.
Of course it's just an approximation.
Even Mr. Qian himself was beaten by Pu
The force on the knife shocked me for a moment, and the blade cracked the air with a sound like ripping silk.
The strongest sword that Mr. Qian had ever wielded during his journey to martial arts hit this man's waist, but it was like a golden stone. If he hadn't turned to hold the sword with both hands, the force of the shock coming from the blade alone would have been enough for him to drink.
What a pot.
The man's arm, which could only move half a foot, shook and shattered Zhao Wu who was hanging on it into two corpses.
Qian Erye, who could no longer swing his sword in a short period of time, watched as the man stretched his hand towards his neck.
I'm going to die today.
It is said that before a person dies, he will see the scene and the person he most wants to see in his life.
What will he see again?
Mr. Qian, who seemed to others to be at ease, closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth, not knowing what he was thinking.
But then Mr. Qian felt the wind blowing in front of him, and the sound of several steps back.
The wind in the mountains finally stopped, but the clouds were completely dyed from lead gray to ink color without a trace of white.
Second Master Qian suddenly opened his eyes, and saw the figure with white beard and white hair holding a mountain tree in front of his apprentice, just like before.
Chuang Shanshan swept out a huge flash in front of him, Zhang Wu alone faced the three people from Songfengshan.
"Run away faster." Zhang Wu's lips moved slightly, but his voice was soft and inaudible.
Qian Erye opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something else, but Zhang Wu shouted loudly:
"Why don't you get out? Are you going to stay and die?" After saying that, he kicked Mr. Qian several feet behind him, then turned around and fought with the three people from Songfengshan.
Mr. Qian did not dare to look back, and followed Yu Cheng's steps down the mountain. His back was hurried, no one was shouting behind him, only weapons were clashing with each other.