"Hei Wa, I'll take the first step, please be more careful and follow me."
Saving people is like putting out a fire. Yi Shangyan turned around and said hello, then went to full speed and rushed towards the mountain peak where the fireworks signal was emitted.
On other mountaintops further away, as long as the cultivators who saw the signal roared in response, they rushed to support from all directions. For a while, the shouts rose one after another in the wild mountains and ridges, and the sound was quite powerful.
When Chang Siguo arrived, five people, including Yi Shangyan, had already surrounded two Beirong cultivators, who were all wounded and disheveled, in a mountain col, on the ice of the mountain wall several feet high. There were splashes of blood all over.
The two men's white coats were completely torn, with their backs against each other, staring at the five people who surrounded them with fierce and unruly eyes.
The blades were stained with blood, and they were pointed at one person in front of them. They were panting heavily. When they saw another archer coming, the two of them bumped their elbows, and at the same time they rushed forward and shouted: "Kill!"
The snow splattered under their feet, and the two swords struck fiercely at their opponents in front of them.
He actually regarded other cultivators as nothing, and with a crazy aura that wanted to kill one person and die together, completely ignoring the huge flaws in his side, he just split up and charged out ferociously.
The two cultivators who were the first to bear the brunt were naturally unwilling to risk their lives when they had a huge advantage, unless their brains were missing.
The two of them unanimously chose to feint and retreat, leaving the opportunity to attack to other companions, and shouted:
"Catch them alive!"
"Don't get yourself killed."
Three weapons were handed out from all sides at the same time, and there was a sound of strings, attacking the Beirong cultivator who was looking for death.
But they all controlled the strength of the attack and the non-lethal position.
Beirong cultivators captured alive are more valuable.
If the Beirong side does not pay a high price to redeem or exchange the captured cultivators with Nanping, the major sects in Nanping will be willing to spend a lot of jade coins to buy the living Beirong cultivators for the secret realm of the beast prison in the years to come. To start making preparations, it can be said that the more the merrier.
Just as the two men were retreating with their swords wrapped in the shadow of their swords, the blade of the Beirong cultivator suddenly turned mid-way, uniformly, and threw out the sword with all his strength, like two waning moons, roaring fiercely, striking from the left and right, At the same time, they attacked and killed the gray-robed man in the middle.
Two rays of cold light flashed away, and the timing was extremely wonderful.
The man in gray robe, whose expression changed greatly, was only six feet away from the Beirong cultivator on the left he was about to attack, within reach of his long sword. He stepped on the snow with his feet and forcibly changed the direction of his attack.
He hastily changed his thrusting sword to block, trying to deflect the fierce and domineering slash at his neck.
As for the attack of another knife, he could no longer care about it. The attack came so fast that he could only tighten his muscles and twist to dodge.
He was so unlucky that he was the one taking the back seat, and had to face a desperate blow that would kill both guys.
At such a close distance, there was no room for dodge and reaction.
"Puff", there was a dull sound of several sharp objects piercing the body, mixed with screams and roars.
The Beirong cultivator on the right was stabbed in the ribs. He looked like a fierce ghost. He screamed and rushed forward desperately. He ignored the huge wound from his left rib to his back. He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the knife that hit the gray-robed man's back. , with a face full of blood, he gritted his teeth and showed the ferocity of a dying beast, exerting his last bit of strength to press forward.
"Kill them..." someone exclaimed.
The Beirong cultivators showed how fierce they were in trying to catch someone's back, which angered all the Nanping cultivators present.
"Boom", the string sounded and the arrow arrived.
The dying Beirong cultivator was hit by an arrow in his left temple, and stabbed in the back of his heart. With his eyes wide open, he fell to the ground together with the gray-robed man he was entangled with. The Beirong cultivator on the left had been hit by an arrow and a knife before, although it was not fatal. However, his speed of rushing forward was greatly hindered, and he was immediately killed on the spot with one sword after another, leaving no body intact.
Are you still alive?
Once caught, heal the injury and then give it back to Beirong?
Don't even think about it. If you kill them all now, even if they get less credit, they won't give the two guys a chance to survive.
"Brother Fu!"
"Fu Shang."
Several people stepped forward at the same time and carefully separated the Beirong cultivator who was still holding the handle of the knife and had a ruthless look on his face.
Yi Shangyan couldn't understand his hatred. He kicked the dead man against the mountain wall with a kick, and his head shattered with a bang.
The man in gray robe was in very bad condition. Several people tried cutting off the pulse, controlling the pulse, applying medicine, etc., but they still couldn't stop the blood from the huge penetrating wound that penetrated from the back to the chest and opened up and down. He didn't dare to pull out the sword that was stuck on his body.
After a while of hustle and bustle, two more groups of cultivators arrived one after another. In the end, they could only watch the man in gray robe struggle and tilt his head, never to wake up again.
Chang Siguo did not step forward to cause trouble. He stood guard with a bow and arrow.
This man named Fu Shang, he had heard of Ding Ding's name a long time ago. He was the right lieutenant guarding the cultivator at the outpost of the bandit army. Unexpectedly, he died here.
A man wearing an ocher robe with multiple wounds on his body stood up, his hands full of blood, and said to another young man who looked a little sad and depressed: "Brother Zhu, please forgive me. Manpower is sometimes scarce, and Brother Fu encountered an unexpected event. Yin expresses deep regret."
Others offered words of relief.
The young man surnamed Zhu pulled out the sword that was still inserted into the body of his fellow disciple and threw it to the ground. He took off his outer robe, covered it with the body lying on the snow, and handed it over with a silent sigh.
On the battlefield, we live and die together, and on the road to spiritual practice, we are proud of life and death. Who can he blame? It's all fate.
"Zhu is no longer interested in searching. Please ask the two neighboring teams to help me. Alas."
Pick up the corpse on the ground and jump towards the southeast.
He had to find the group of soldiers he had brought into the mountain first, and he could not abandon the soldiers and leave alone.
The ocher-robed man also sighed. The companions who came out with him, as well as many soldiers he brought into the mountain, were killed by the swords of two Beirong cultivators who made a sneak attack. He and the cultivator named Zhu had some sympathy, but they could not go back.
The loss is too great and the gain is too little. He must persist in searching the mountains to get enough capital.
"Thank you all for your help. Yin will keep the badges and weapons obtained this time for now. After returning to the city tomorrow, he can exchange them for jade coins and then divide them equally with the five brothers who participated in the war."
The ocher-robed man apologized to the last two waves of cultivators who arrived, then looked at the unfamiliar-looking Chang Siguo who was holding a bow, and asked, "I wonder what I call this brother?"
"Beicheng Changsi has thought about it. I have met Brother Yin and all of you."
Chang Siguo inserted the black wooden bow into the bow bag, held it in his hands and greeted everyone.
The other cultivators returned the favor one after another, indicating that they knew each other.
Someone joked: "Brother Chang's archery skills are better than that of a guy who claims to have unparalleled archery skills."
Yi Shangyan chuckled and said: "This is my good brother. His archery skills are better than mine, shouldn't he? You people are afraid that the world will not be chaotic and fan the evil wind, and you are not afraid that the strong mountain wind will blow your tongue." It's gone. It's gone. Let's all go away. Don't stay here. Go and do what you have to do. Aren't you all very free?"
Others laughed and verbally attacked, and those who knew him were even more rude. They grabbed Yi Shangyan and slapped him hard several times, and soon they went back to their respective places.
Yi Shangyan and Chang Siguo stayed behind to help the ocher-robed man clean up the mess. They carried two corpses of the enemy and followed them around to the hillside behind.
Under the collapsed cave, there were fifteen or six soldiers on guard with horses, swords and bows, guarding five or six corpses. There were traces of fierce battles everywhere in the nearby snow.
When the soldiers saw the ocher-robed man coming back, they silently saluted and led their horses away, leaving the open space in front of the cave.
Yi Shangyan threw away the corpse of the Beirong cultivator in his hand, walked forward, bowed to a corpse in a robe on the ground, and said sadly: "Brother Guan, why did you leave? What? We agreed that we would go to Beifeng Fucheng for a drink together, and we would go as soon as spring begins. How could you break the appointment..."
The man in ocher robe stood beside him and bowed in return. His eyes were red as he listened to Yi Shangyan's incomprehensible condolences.
Chang Siguo followed Yi Shangyan and bowed slightly.
Death is the most important thing. From Yi Shangyan's tone, it was obvious that the two had a good relationship before.
I sighed in my heart, in the eyes of the lower-level soldiers, the body refiners seemed to be superior, with meat to eat every day, plenty of food to eat, and carefree, but who could have known that the dangers faced by the body refiners were also extraordinary, and if they were not careful, It was a miserable death.
The more you get, the more you give.
