The remaining seven members of the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow gathered together and looked at a cave in the distance with cautious expressions.
"Brother, judging from the footprints left behind, it's here." One person said in a very soft voice, as if he was afraid that the other party would hear him if his voice was louder.
The Mongolian Tatars are naturally very good at hunting and tracking. Their eight brothers are expert archers, so they can do these things easily.
It's just that searching for traces inevitably takes more time than people rushing. Although Mo Li was injured, his physical strength was far superior to that of ordinary people. Even if he only recovered part of his physical strength and rushed on the road, he could still go faster than ordinary people. Moreover, in the deep mountains and old forests, beasts and poisonous snakes are everywhere.
Yes, the seven of them couldn't be unscrupulous, so it took them three full days to find the cave where Mo Li was hiding.
"Brother, let's block the entrance of the cave and call the thief out!" another person said.
Zhao Yishang, the boss of the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow, shook his head and said: "Three days are not enough to treat the injury. Let's take advantage of his illness to kill him. We all went to collect some dry firewood and smoked him. If
If he dares to break out, he will be shot to death with random arrows!"
When everyone heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up!
They are all expert archers, and their arrows are always missed. Although the opponent is highly skilled in martial arts, he is seriously injured after all. When he breaks out, he becomes a living target for them, and he can be killed by force!
As soon as they thought of this, four of the seven people immediately separated and went to find dry firewood and dead branches and pile them in front of the cave, while the remaining three stayed there to watch.
They were afraid of disturbing Mo Li, so they tiptoed and moved very lightly.
However, when the firewood was about to be piled up, a voice suddenly rang out from inside the cave: "The inner master has a long breath. You will have to burn it for at least two hours before you can force me to come out."
What?!
The three people who were stacking firewood were stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then they realized that they had been discovered!
call out!
Just as this thought flashed through my mind, a sword light suddenly lit up from the entrance of the cave. The sword light was cold and bone-piercing.
Although those three people also have some martial arts, but in front of this sword, what do they mean?
Before they could even turn around, they felt a chill on their necks and a sharp pain rushed to their foreheads!
What a fast sword!
This is the last thought of these three sharp archers!
Plop! Plop! Plop!
The corpse fell to the ground and made three dull sounds, which also alerted the four people who were on guard!
Zhao Yishang roared loudly: "Quick! Meet the enemy! Meet the enemy!"
The remaining four people took out the long bows they carried on their backs, and when they raised their hands, several arrow feathers were already attached to the bow strings.
At this time, the sun was rising, and the four of them had their backs to the sun. In front of the cave, there was a wide open area with an excellent view. This was an environment that was extremely conducive for the four of them to shoot their target.
Just at this moment, a figure slowly emerged from the cave. It was a young man in green shirt with handsome features, holding a long sword, and his heroic spirit was extraordinary. However, his clothes were torn and stained with blood, which added to the embarrassment.
"Do it!"
As soon as he saw the person coming, Zhao Yishang didn't ask any questions. He gave an order, and immediately more than ten feather arrows were like shooting stars chasing the moon, one after another, heading straight towards Mo Li!
They all use three-stone hard bows that can penetrate gold and stone. With eight people working together, even top-notch masters have to avoid the edge for a while!
Zhao Yishang and the four others knew that this was a tough fight. The three brothers of his were killed by the arrows without saying a word, so they were merciless. Every arrow was drawn like a full moon!
Above the arrow feathers, there was a sharp roar, the sound was extremely terrifying.
However, the figure of the young man in green shirt suddenly disappeared from the sight of the Eight Heroes of the Arrow!
No! It didn’t disappear, but it split into four!
Nine Yin Manual, spiral nine shadows!
Four figures, each holding a sword, stabbed in the air. They seemed to be neither fast nor slow, but there were bursts of wind and thunder on the swords. At first, they were still far away, but in the blink of an eye they were already in front of them!
The four of them shot one after another, and with the speed of their arrows, they could not even touch the young man!
Run! Run!
They panicked, turned around and wanted to disperse around, but after taking two steps, the four figures were already in front of them, and suddenly merged into one. The sword light slowly stopped between the necks of the three people, and then
Far away, but the running momentum of the three people stopped together strangely, and they all fell to the ground!
Seemingly slow but actually fast, attack from behind!
Just from this sword, it can be seen that Li Li has mastered the essence of Wudang Sect swordsmanship.
Zhao Yishang felt a chill on his neck, and a murderous intent filled his body. He froze in place instantly, unable to move at all.
The next moment, the dull sound of three corpses falling to the ground came. Without turning around, he already knew that the three brothers were dead.
His heart felt like it was falling into an abyss, and the endless fear almost overwhelmed him.
Princess, what kind of person was he who sent them to kill?!
Mo Li's face was slightly pale. He looked at the trembling big man, and the cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
In the battle three days ago, he fought hard to get injured and killed Fang Dongbai and Fan Yao first. Faced with the combined attacks of the three masters, he used his seriously injured body to forcefully activate the Spiral Nine Shadows. Although he forced the three of them back,
However, he himself was injured again by the opponent's internal force, and all his energy was exhausted.
If he hadn't practiced the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Kung Fu to an extremely advanced level and his body was as strong as a dragon-elephant, if it had been anyone else, his internal organs would have been shattered and he would have died!
The Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu and the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu are both miraculous in healing wounds. In addition to the rare medicinal materials he brought from the Snow Valley, after three days of meditation, his Qi has been restored to perfection, and even his internal injuries have been cured by 70%.
Eighty-eight, it will take at least half a month to return to full strength.
At this time, if the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow come to visit us again, they will undoubtedly be asking for their own death.
"Did Zhao Min send you here?" Li Li asked in a cold voice.
When he thought of his sixth uncle's death at the hands of Zhao Min and others, his heart felt like a knife, feeling both hatred and guilt.
He shouldn't have let Yin Liting go on the road alone in the first place, but escorted him along the way!
"Yes Yes……"
Zhao Yishang's voice trembled and he said in a cold voice: "Please... please forgive me... spare my life..."
It's indeed her!
The murderous look in Mo Li's eyes became even more intense, and he said, "Tell me, where is Zhao Min now?!"
"The Princess...The Princess has...already been escorted by the two elders Xuan Ming and returned...back to Dadu..."
Phew!
The sound of the long sword piercing flesh was heard, and blood spattered everywhere. Zhao Yishang had turned into a corpse, and he still had a look of fear on his face until he died.
The morning sun is rising, casting golden light, and the breeze blows between the mountains and forests, making the young man's green shirt rustle.
"Dadu..."
The young man murmured this name, sheathed his sword, straightened his clothes, looked into the distance, and strode forward with determination in his eyes.