More than twenty breaths later, three figures flew over against the wind and snow. They saw the young cultivator with a sad face, leaning on a knife and half-kneeling in front of two corpses placed side by side. No trace of the enemy was found.
One of them was Le Mozhi from Hongyue Pavilion. He asked in a deep voice: "How many barbarians are there? In which direction are they escaping?"
After a pause, he stepped forward, picked up half of the bamboo arrow that had been condensed into thin ice with blood from the snow, and swept the arrow wound that tore the belly of the headless corpse. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he glared at the young cultivator fiercely, roaring. road:
"Speak quickly! Did a tall barbarian in a thin crimson uniform do it? Tell me!"
The young cultivator was frightened by the other party's suddenly fierce expression. He didn't care about pretending to be sad, and hurriedly got up and backed away: "Yes, he is very tall and strong, and he uses our Beirong hunting bow..."
Le Mozhi interrupted the other party impatiently and shouted: "In which direction did you escape?"
"Northeast, they have..."
Before he finished speaking, Le Mozhi was so anxious that he shot away.
He was too lazy to listen to any more nonsense, he was just worried that if time passed, the cunning little thief would slip away again.
This time, where will the black-faced barbarian escape? In the snowy wasteland, there is no river to hide in.
"...There are two of them, Brother Le, be careful..."
Only two? Then there is no need to worry.
"Brother Le, wait a minute, let's go together."
Le Mozhi waved his hand in response to the other two chasing after him, and said: "Leave the two escaped thieves to Le. You go back first and strengthen patrols. Don't fall into the barbarian's trick of luring the tiger away from the mountain..."
The two people behind them stopped and looked at each other. How could they not hear that the other party disliked them for running slowly and slowing down the pursuit of the enemy?
"Should we wait here or go back to camp first?"
A man asked with a wink.
The other man had a faint hint of sarcasm on his lips, "Go back, brother Le is the right envoy of the patrol. We can follow the orders of the right envoy and there will be nothing wrong."
"That's right. It's snowing heavily. Don't let the barbarians take advantage of this...Brother Ji, please show your condolences."
Not long after, the three people carried the two bodies and walked cautiously on the snow back towards the camp.
An Xuelun had knives and swords hanging on both sides of his waist, and he was still holding a captured gun and sword in his hand. He was still faster than Hei Wa, who was carrying a bow and arrow, and fell three feet behind Hei Wa. He was responsible for vigilance and occasionally flicked his sleeves. , smoothing out the footprints left in the snow for Heiwa when he took a breather.
After running about four or five miles northeast, the two turned and ran due north.
On the way here, the two made some preliminary plans, such as where to meet up if they got separated, where to escape if they encountered enemies on the road, where to wait after completing the mission, what markings to identify, etc.
After running for more than ten miles, he returned to the northwest and circled.
After running for a full two-quarters of an hour, the two of them stopped.
The snowy night is like a curtain, the sky is like iron, and the light in the sky in the direction of Sihuang City has long been invisible.
There is no clear distinction between heaven and earth everywhere.
An Xuelun threw the spear in his hand at Hei Wa, who had both hands free, and took out a Beirong body training bronze medal from his arms, threw it back to Hei Wa, and laughed and cursed: "You kid can run very easily." , remember from now on, important trophies must be collected before running away, and we cannot lose the meat that reaches our mouths."
After questioning, explaining, discussing, and discussing in the cave, the trace of unhappiness between the two people disappeared.
Chang Siguo chuckled and said, "Brother, you're going to marry me." He took away his belt and asked, "Brother, have you got the clothes?"
An Xuelun pulled out the shaved sword, tasted it carefully, and said casually, "I have to go out, brother, and I must get it. The arrows and clothes are buried in the snow. How can it take so long?" Let's rest for an hour before setting off. You'll be fine, adjust your breath for a while to recuperate your spirits, and I'll keep watch."
He danced a graceful sword dance and exclaimed: "In that poor place in Beirong, how come any weapon randomly seized is better than the sword I use? Is it because I am too poor, or are they pretending to be poor... "
Chang Siguo couldn't answer the call anymore, so he walked aside, leaning on his spear, and stood in the snow with his eyes closed to rest.
He went over the awkward steps in his mind.
You have clearly memorized everything and know every detail, so why is it that you don’t act like that when you walk?
Easier said than done? Or did he understand the directional bias?
After the war was over and he returned to the camp, he had to ask someone to translate the Golden Cauldron text on the leather scroll into a language he knew. He had to carefully figure out which part he had overlooked?
He had to find out what the problem was. He didn't want it to be stuck in his throat like this.
After deliberating for half an hour, I suddenly heard An Xuelun, who was dancing with his sword, shout in a low voice: "Who?"
After a sudden thought, Chang Ling opened his eyes, let go of the spear he was leaning on, put on the hilt of the sword, and looked in the direction where An Xuelun was shouting, and saw a vague figure stepping out of the heavy snow.
"It's you!"
An Xuelun recognized the person. It was the crazy guy who chased him up into the sky and into the earth a few days ago and almost died on the cliff. He was deeply impressed by the guy's handsome appearance and his madness that was inconsistent with the surface.
This time he will no longer be afraid of the other party.
He has also broken through to the peak of the solid realm. Even if there is a slight difference in strength, it is only on par.
What's more, Hei Wa can hide and hurt people with hidden arrows.
Instead of taking action immediately, An Xuelun glanced around to make sure that no one else had made dumplings for the two of them.
"you again?"
Chang Siguo said coldly at the same time.
When enemies meet, their eyes immediately become bloodshot like those of a bullfight, and they can no longer look away from each other.
Chang Siguo pulled out a long knife and held it with both hands, pointing the tip of the knife at the man who was approaching with murderous intent. The man was extremely fast. He had already learned that if you use a bow and arrow, you will not be able to please, so it is better to use a knife to feel at ease.
The muscles of his body were tense and ready for momentum, and his feet were standing one behind the other. His body was slightly bent and leaning forward, twisting weirdly.
The whole person is like a bow with its string drawn, ready to go.
Le Mozhi drew his sword in his hand and ignored the man in tattered robes in front of him. Without saying a word, his feet suddenly accelerated. He raised his body and slashed with the sword. The cold light shone and the snowflakes turned pale.
His sword skills and strange movements are the same.
Extremely fast and arrogant.
An Xuelun swung his sword on the defensive and thrust the sword quickly. He could already keep up with the opponent's attack rhythm.
The sound of "ding-dong" echoed densely throughout the empty snowy night.
Although he retreated step by step, he stubbornly blocked the opponent's extremely fast attack.
About ten breaths later, the ground suddenly blurred in front of his eyes. An Xuelun's sword that he used to block with a stab failed. He was secretly frightened. He rushed to the left and turned around to quickly return the barb. This was honed by life and death fighting. Fighting instinct.
"Ding", blocking the man's cunning and insidious knife, An Xuelun shouted: "Heiwa, be careful!"
Sure enough, Le Mozhi forced the man in tattered robes blocking the way just to deal with the big black man who wanted to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin. He rushed forward with his feet, swung his knife and wielded a bright blade, facing the strange-looking man. Chang Siguo cut off his head brutally.
"Boy, die!"
