He is ready to go, hiding all his majestic momentum in the dark, and the next moment he is naturally at war with his sword. He holds a good bow on the horns, twists the string and nocks an arrow, pointing directly at the prey he is targeting, not giving it the slightest chance to escape, even if If they fail once, they will chase them to the ends of the earth.
It's just that there seems to be no possibility of evenly matched ones. Some are only weak prey, but there are more hunters.
The wrestling bow was slowly pulled until it was taut, and it was shot with the wind. The sound of breaking through the air alerted the Qing Falcon Gang. One person took a knife and just blocked the arrow, followed by the second string, the third string, and another Arrow after arrow continued to burst out from the woods like rain. The people of the Qing Falcon Gang were still in a tight formation, guarding each other's backs. Liao Yingdong protected his children. Song Linjie showed his momentum and chopped off all the arrows that came close to him. He caught a few feather arrows and threw them back suddenly, and he actually hit two people. Zhang Ling stayed on one side, his limbs were flexible and flexible. Although his skills were not perfect, he was good at running and dodging. Some The feathers and arrows peeled off gently, and the remaining feathers and arrows just passed by.
After a secret attack and archery, only three members of the Green Falcon Gang were killed. Zhang Ling also found it incredible that ordinary gang members had so many good skills, and all of them were calm in the face of danger. Before Zhang Ling could go into details, only Seeing the dark figures approaching, they quickly rushed into the camp. The members of the Green Falcon Gang dispersed and fought on their own.
Zhang Ling couldn't care less. A black-clothed killer had already charged towards him. Zhang Ling turned sideways and drew his sword. He could only face the enemy. After a fight, Zhang Ling cut the throats of several people without caring whether he had killed someone or not. Headed straight towards Song Linjie.
The two faced each other with their backs facing each other, and Zhang Ling shouted: "Let's go!"
After some testing, there was actually a group of people guarding the camp, waiting to harvest the fish that slipped through the net. If they were to break through forcefully, they would become the target of public criticism. They would attack in groups. It was obvious that they wanted to catch all the people here.
Zhang Ling found Liao Yingdong again and said coldly: "Gang Leader Liao, is this the person you provoke?"
Liao Yingdong only cared about his children and said helplessly: "Sorry, you two, I really didn't expect these people to catch up so quickly. Let's work together to deal with the enemy first."
Zhang Ling snorted coldly: "I'm afraid they want to drag us into the water and seek shelter for you. When we get to Liufeng City, the Song family won't be able to stay out of it."
Zhang Ling pulled Song Linjie away, trying to open a way again. Song Linjie swept across a distance, then unsheathed the Heavenly Forging Sword, tilted his body to a large angle, and slid out, avoiding a long stab from the outside. Song Linjie twisted his feet, stood up suddenly, and took advantage of the situation to strike with the sword. The black man who suddenly entered slashed hard, and the man in black blocked it with his side knife and pushed it out with all his strength. Song Linjie calmed down after pushing for a few feet. Song Linjie, who was always optimistic, looked more solemn: "Zhang Ling, this is a master. "
The originally dimly visible night darkened, and the bright moon was obscured by clouds and mist, as if agreeing to the fight under the night.
Zhang Ling stood with his sword in hand and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you?"
The man in black smiled strangely: "It turned out to be two unlucky bugs who accidentally got involved. Unfortunately, they still had to survive."
Zhang Ling relaxed his hands and feet and said calmly: "It turns out that it is something that cannot be seen in the light, so there is no need to discuss it."
Under the dark night, all that could be seen in the woods were the lights of swords and the shadows of swords, except for three bonfires that were gradually extinguishing. Zhang Ling and Zhang Ling took action at the same time. Song Linjie raised his sword and faced each other directly. As soon as the two separated, Zhang Ling stepped in and swept his sword across the throat. The man in black raised his foot and kicked, but Zhang Ling did not dodge. Moving down, a sword drew a straight red line on his chest, and Zhang Ling was kicked in the chest and flew backwards.
Zhang Ling relaxed his breath and was not injured. Song Linjie did not give the opponent a chance to breathe. He slashed hard in the air several times. The man in black staggered back. Just when he was about to catch his breath and prepare to fight back, Zhang Ling followed Song Linjie and rushed in. At the end, the man in black could not push Song Linjie away with all his strength, so he had to duck to one side, but Zhang Ling still refused to let go and stabbed him with his sword.
A powerful wind blew by, and the sparks in the extinguished bonfire flew into the air, and gradually turned into ashes. A few sparks floated to Zhang Ling, reflecting the bright silver of the dagger, from the tip to the hilt. , and then disappeared completely. The man in black stabilized his figure and swung his sword upwards, then opened the dagger. Zhang Ling turned into a fist with his left hand and fell heavily towards the bright red scar.
The man in black followed up and kicked Zhang Ling in the abdomen. The two of them fell backwards at the same time. Zhang Ling only had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. The man in black struggled to stand up, and a mouthful of thick blood spurted out.
Then Song Linjie came out with his sword and knocked him down again with a hand-held chop. The man in black waved his hand, and the three people quickly gathered around and faced Song Linjie at the same time. The man in black who was in a state of decline was about to run away. Zhang Ling struck Qinggong quietly three times. The shadow stepped straight towards him.
The man in black turned around and swung his sword. He thought that the opponent would always retreat in such a fatal situation, so he did not leave any escape route and faced the attack head-on.
Under the cover of night, a golden light that could only be seen on one side flashed, and only one person saw it. Seeing that person suddenly freeze for a moment, the hand that was trying its best to swing the knife also gave up its strength and just fell down.
The long sword slipped, Zhang Ling's left shoulder gradually turned red, dyeing the skirt of his clothes red, while the other dagger plunged directly into the heart of the man in black.
The man in black stared angrily, and the long knife in his hand slipped to the ground. Zhang Ling drew out the sword, and his body fell down.
On the other side, Song Linjie swiped his knife across three necks at the same time. He walked to Zhang Ling, and even Song Linjie, who had experienced it once, couldn't help but tremble: "This is the first time I have seen your fighting style, I really admire it. "
Zhang Ling, on the other hand, didn't think about hurting the enemy a thousand times and damaging himself eight hundred. He just wanted to use this opportunity to temper his Vajra Body. If Zhang Ling were to deliberately find someone to beat him, he would really be embarrassed. .
After simply treating the wound, Zhang Ling took Song Linjie and walked straight out. Fortunately, there were only two or three of them here, and they were basically catching big fish, so they had no time to care about these two little shrimps. Zhang Ling found Ta Xue and was about to leave.
Song Linjie hesitated for a moment and said, "You really don't care about them?"
Zhang Ling stopped, spread his hands and said, "We can't protect ourselves. Going in again is no different than risking death. It's better to leave first."
Song Linjie didn't know how to reason, but he had a temperament that he could listen to. Even Zhang Ling's nonsense seemed to make sense.
As soon as the two turned around, they saw Liao Yingdong and several people rushing out, including Liao Wenqi and Liao Wenya.
Zhang Ling was no longer as conceited as before, and said sarcastically: "Hey! Gang leader Liao is so skilled. So many people surrounded and suppressed you but they didn't leave you alone. Why don't you deal with them all before coming out?"
Naturally, everyone in the Qing Falcon Gang could hear the disgust in it, and some people were dissatisfied: "You are a person who only cares about yourself, so you have the nerve to add insult to injury here. Mr. Song, I suggest you part ways with this person earlier. Really If something happens, he won’t care about you.”
Zhang Ling listened carefully, nodded seriously, and sneered: "Indeed, but it's still better than some deceptive things that pull people into trouble. What do you think? Gang Leader Liao!"
Hearing this, everyone in the Green Falcon Gang remained silent. Liao Wenya looked at Zhang Ling with an indifferent expression. Only Liao Wenqi was still acting as peacemaker: "Mr. Zhang, it was indeed our fault before, but we did have some faults. It’s unspeakable, listen to me..."
Liao Yingdong interrupted him and said calmly: "Okay, Wen Qi, you don't have to explain. The more you say, the more hypocritical you will be."
Zhang Ling chuckled and said: "Gang Leader Liao is still self-aware! But you should solve the trouble you caused yourself. Let's leave first."
Just as the two were about to leave, the group of people caught up with them again.
Everyone had no choice but to raise their swords to face the enemy, but Zhang Ling didn't care so much. He had already rushed out anyway, so why bother with those people anymore? What's more, Ta Xue, the Northern Night Dragon Horse, even if there are hundreds of thousands of miles of horses, can't fight with him anymore. Don't even think about keeping up.
Zhang Ling got on the horse first, then pulled up Song Linjie, turned the horse's head, patted the horse's body, and started to move quickly through the snow. However, the next moment, Zhang Ling suddenly lost consciousness and fell sideways.
Zhang Ling was about to stand up when suddenly a dagger was inserted into his back. His body suddenly felt weak. When he raised his eyes, he saw Liao Yingdong's cold eyes looking at him.
