There was a rumble of thunder from the distant sky, and from time to time, streaks of blue lightning lit up, twisting and turning like strange snakes and pythons.
The two men stood face to face on the ground, supporting each other's bodies. Under the bright light of lightning, the two figures were close to each other, looking a little entangled.
"What tricks did you use to make my blood flow slowly?" Heita Songhan gasped, trying to inhale more air to revive his cold body.
"Poison, a poison aimed at practitioners." Before Wu Gen left, he took the poison carefully prepared by Yang Zheng, just in case. Unexpectedly, it came in handy today.
"When was the poison administered?" Heita Songhan still didn't believe it.
"When we were shooting arrows just now." Wu Gen tried to poke his palm into the opponent's body, but Heita Songhan stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist.
After recalling the situation just now, Heita Songhan finally realized. No wonder the other party stirred up so much dust and smoke with his knife. The poisonous effect was hidden in the smoke.
Moreover, when shooting arrows, Wu Gen always stood upwind. Shooting arrows was just to delay time and wait for the poison to take effect.
"It's really ridiculous that you fell into the trap of a low-level warrior." Heita Songhan couldn't help feeling a little ridiculous.
"Realm does not mean strength, you are too confident." The golden light on Wu Gen's body suddenly lit up, and his palm suddenly jumped forward, piercing the opponent's body. If you look carefully, you will find that Wu Gen's fingertips are turning left and right quickly, like a rotating drill. It's just that the movements are so small and so fast that it seems like they are not moving at all.
This move is based on Qin Jian's Wind and Thunder Fist. No matter how hard the object is, it will surrender after being turned around no less than a hundred times in the blink of an eye.
The so-called diamond, in addition to diamond, the key is the word diamond.
Heita Songhan's face showed pain. He didn't expect that this kid still had some strength left. It seemed that he was pretending to be dead when he fell to the ground just now, showing his weakness to the enemy and tricking himself into getting closer.
It's not that he doesn't want to fight back, but Wu Gen's poison is too toxic. Every move Heita Songhan makes is very difficult, as if in slow motion, how can he hit the opponent.
Wu Gen's hand had touched the heart that was still beating desperately, trying to open up the blood, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
Heita Songhan felt sad. He didn't expect to die in the hands of such a bug today. "Then let's die together." He said, ignoring Wu Gen's hand inserted into his body, and tightly strangled the other person's body with his arms.
The sound of rattling sounded, and as Heita Songhan tightened his arms, Wu Gen's body made a crisp sound. The hand that penetrated the opponent's body was squeezed forward, and he grasped the swollen and almost exploding penis. heart.
Heita Songhan twitched in pain, but his two arms tightened slowly and firmly like iron hoops, hugging Wu Gen tightly in his arms, embracing death together.
Sharing life and death together can be friends, husband and wife, or enemies and rivals. Since you can't live, then you will burn with jade.
Wu Gen felt like he was about to suffocate. His chest was squeezed to the point where there was no space left, and his already injured internal organs were even worse. With a click, a rib was broken, piercing the flesh and blood and coming out.
You know, after being tempered in Liren's secret realm, Wu Gen's bones were as strong as gold and iron, but today one of them was abruptly broken by his opponent.
Shh, Wu Gen made a sharp and sharp whistle from his throat. This was caused by the backflow caused by air being unable to enter the body and lingering in the throat.
With a strong force of his hand, Heita Songhan's heart was crushed. Heita Songhan had a spasm, his face turned red, and he twisted sharply, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. He looked at the thin Wu Gen in his arms and said, "Let's die together."
Huge pressure came, Wu Gen put one hand through Heita Songhan's body, and could only hold his thick neck with one hand, and his eyesight went black for a while. I struggled several times, but I couldn't get out of this warm embrace at all.
Death will not make you feel better. Wu Gen felt cruel in his heart and bit his throat hard. The foul smell of blood penetrated his nose, making Wu Gen even more crazy, biting the opponent's throat like a vicious wolf.
Blood shot out like arrows, Heita Songhan's consciousness gradually blurred, and he knew that he had lost too much blood and could no longer hold on. It's just a pity that he died at the hands of this despicable human race.
A man staggered over from the side. Zhuo Ke, holding a scimitar, stumbled to Heita Songhan. Seeing Wu Gen in such miserable condition, he was extremely angry. He raised his scimitar and slashed Heita Songhan's arm hard, trying to rescue Wu Gen.
The knife only cut into half an inch and could no longer go in. I didn't expect that the opponent's bones were as hard as his temper. Ha Ying crawled over from the side, reluctantly stood up, and pressed the knife together with Zhuo Ke, slashing down bit by bit.
The other two who were still alive among Ling Yun's eight riders also came to help. The injuries of these two people were more serious, one had a broken leg, and the other had his arm hanging limply in front of him.
Finally, one of Heita Songhan's arms was cut off, but it was still tightly tied to Wu Gen's body. He tried to drag Wu Gen out of his arms, but found that Heita Songhan's ten fingers were tightly twisted together and could not be separated no matter how hard they were broken.
In desperation, the four of them pried and chopped before using knives to separate them bit by bit and rescue Wu Gen from him. Wu Gen was lying on the ground, his eyes closed tightly, and he was unconscious.
There was a rumble in the distance, not thunder, but the sound of horses' hooves, and the Heita family's heavy cavalry had already caught up.
Zhuo Ke and the other two hurriedly looked for their mounts, but in the end they only found two horses. Putting Wu Gen on a horse, Zhuo Ke looked at the torches in the distance and said, "Let's go into the mountain."
Ha Ying staggered to a companion who had a broken leg and was about to help him onto the horse, but he refused, "My internal organs have been injured and I won't live long. I'll leave the horse to you. Come on, give it to me in the future." revenge."
As he spoke, the man dragged the knife forward with difficulty, blocking the path that the heavy horse must pass into the mountain. Under the black screen, the figure sitting on the ground looked a little thin, but like a stone, it was firmly nailed to the mountain road.
Zhuo Ke walked up to another companion who had lost an arm. This was a tall shepherd who was originally a salt merchant who traveled around the world, and was finally selected into the Eight Riders of Lingyun.
Seeing Zhuo Ke coming over, the other party just waved his hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Protect the leader of the village and let's go." After saying that, he walked to his companion and sat down silently.
"We still have two horses, so we can make it. Don't forget, we, the Eight Riders of Ling Yun, swore on the day we formed the team that we would never abandon our teammates." Zhuo Ke rushed to the two of them and said sincerely.
The two just shook their heads silently and wiped their scimitars.
"Let's go, you will die if you stay here." Zhuo Ke choked up and grabbed the two men's arms and shouted loudly.
The tall herdsman brushed Zhuo Ke's hand away, "Two horses and five people can't leave. Protect the leader of the village. If it weren't for him, I would still be just a fool who relies on bravery and ruthlessness all day long. Where can I go?" Living as happily as now.
Get out of here, you're a crying old man. If you don't leave, it will be too late. "As he spoke, he slashed in front of Zhuo Ke with his sword.
Zhuoke wanted to say something else, but Ha Ying came over, took his arm, and shook it gently.
Ha Ying and Zhuo Ke put their right hands on their chests and bowed their heads in salute. This was the military salute of the Eight Riders of Ling Yun.
When they raised their heads, Ha Ying and Zhuo Ke had tears streaming down their faces.
In the distance, torches appeared dotted, interspersing with the lightning in the sky.
"Ah..." Zhuo Ke ran towards the horse howling like a wounded beast, got on the horse, and held Wu Gen in his arms. He whipped his horse hard and ran towards the mountains.
Ha Ying also got on a horse and stood closely beside him. After running up a ridge, the two of them stopped at the same time and turned to look in the direction they came from.
The galloping cavalry was like a torrent, rushing towards the mountain. Suddenly, the torches that were originally spread out formed an arc at the foot of the mountain.
Under the flickering firelight, there were two rickety figures, rushing into the torrent without hesitation.
Curses were heard, horses neighed, weapons clashed, and several torches fell to the ground. Soon, the noise passed and the heavy cavalry returned to order.
A thunder exploded overhead, and the rain finally fell. The torches were extinguished one by one, and the heavy horse stopped at the foot of the mountain.
Going into the mountains in such weather, I am afraid that without enemy attacks, the muddy and slippery mountain roads will cause unacceptable accidental damage to these heavy horses.
"Let's go." Ha Ying wiped the rain or tears from his face, his eyes were red, "Sooner or later, this debt will be recovered."
The two urged their mounts to move and cautiously headed toward the mountains. It rained heavily all night, and at dawn, the two stopped in a cave left by an unknown beast.
Wu Gen still hadn't woken up, and his face was frighteningly white. That night, Ha Ying and Zhuo Ke took turns holding Wu Gen and taking care of him carefully, but despite all their efforts, Wu Gen was still unconscious.
The cool air after the rain blew into the cave, and the bonfire continued to sway. Zhuo Ke carefully took out a porcelain bottle and put some medicinal powder into Wu Gen's mouth.
This was the antidote to the poison Yang Zheng had given him, and he had given it to Wu Gen many times along the way. During the fight with Heita Songhan last night, Wu Gen also inhaled some when biting the opponent's throat. This medicine is so toxic that you need to take the antidote continuously for three days.
"What should we do? Should we stay for two days before leaving, or should we wait until the leader of the village gets better. With such a bumpy journey, I'm afraid the injury will be further aggravated." Ha Ying asked worriedly from the side.
Zhuo Ke stuffed the porcelain bottle into his arms and said, "Let's go. The weather is clearing, and the Black Tower family may search the mountain in large numbers."
"But the body of the village leader..." Ha Ying looked at the motionless Wu Gen, still a little worried.
Zhuo Ke sat down, thought for a moment, and cut his wrist with a knife. Blue blood soon oozed out. Aiming his wrist at Wu Gen's mouth, blood dripped into it.
"What are you doing?" Ha Ying was shocked and looked at the other party in horror.
"I am from Ho Luo. It is said that our blood can be used to refine medicine. I don't know if it will be useful to the village leader." Zhuo Ke replied calmly.
"You don't even know if it's useful, so you just give it to the village leader at will." Ha Ying said loudly.
"Then what can you do? The village leader hasn't woken up. I'm afraid he won't be able to go back." Zhuo Ke raised his head, with tears in his eyes, "Ha Ying, you don't know, I was saved by the village master. Without him, I would be afraid." He has died a long time ago, and he is my only remaining relative in the world. Therefore, as long as there is a chance, I will try it, I can't live without him."
Ha Ying opened his mouth, looked at Zhuo Ke, and then at Wu Gen on the ground. He sat slumped on the ground and covered his face with his hands. "There are only two of us left among the Eight Riders of Ling Yun. From now on, I will practice hard. We can no longer let others block the knife for us."
Zhuo Ke didn't speak, watching the blood fall drop by drop in silence.
The two continued to move forward, and one day later, they could only take turns carrying Wu Gen on their backs. Due to the slippery and narrow mountain road, one horse fell into the valley, and the other horse also broke its leg, so they had to give up reluctantly.
While walking, Zhuo Ke heard a faint voice on his back, "Where are we going? Where are the others?"
Zhuo Ke's body stiffened, his eyes filled with tears, "Fortress Master, you finally woke up."
