The movements of the two broke out almost at the same time. Chen Yuan closed his eyes to prevent lime from entering his eyes. The moment the crossbow arrow in his hand was shot, Han Feihu also felt a cold wind and subconsciously ducked to the side.
But the crossbow arrow still scratched Han Feihu's cheek.
"Haha, it is not the behavior of a gentleman to hurt someone with an arrow in the back!"
Han Feihu wiped the blood on his face with his hand, snorted coldly, took several steps, and slashed towards Chen Yuan.
"Ding."
The scimitar in Han Feihu's hand was swung away by Chen Yuan, and then he kicked his right leg on the tree trunk behind him, bent his leg to accumulate strength, and stabbed Han Feihu's chest with the long knife.
“Is spreading lime the work of a gentleman?”
Chen Yuan sneered, and slashed continuously with the long sword in his hand. The Liuhe sword technique was extremely fierce. With Chen Yuan's powerful strength, he actually forced Han Feihu, who was at the peak of bone refining, to take several steps back.
The two of them fought, and swords flashed across a distance of several feet, and the nearby vegetation was cut off.
"You are practicing bone refining!"
Han Feihu took a few steps back, his face was gloomy and his arms were a little numb.
Chen Yuan didn't answer and continued to step forward, letting Han Feihu think about whatever he wanted.
The long knife in Chen Yuan's hand swept across and took Han Feihu's head. He turned over and jumped on a boulder. He rose into the air and kicked Chen Yuan's chest with his right leg.
"roll!"
Chen Yuan clenched his left fist, and under the dark night, a golden light burst out and collided with Han Feihu's right leg.
"boom!"
The terrifying huge force directly blew Han Feihu away, and he took several steps back above the ground before releasing the force.
His right leg was shaking slightly. Han Feihu stretched out his hand to pinch it. His face was gloomy. Suddenly, a heartbreaking pain came from his cheek. He stretched out his hand to touch it with horrified eyes.
The skin that was pierced by the crossbow arrows has now festered...
"The arrows are poisonous!"
Han Feihu roared.
Chen Yuan sneered and ignored Han Feihu's words. If he didn't put poison, why would he put a pocket crossbow arrow on his arm? It's not very lethal.
Taking one step forward, Chen Yuan held the sword in both hands, put all his will on the blade, and slashed out with one strike.
"Bang!"
The saber that Han Feihu blocked broke directly. The long knife in Chen Yuan's hand slashed across his chest. His clothes were in tatters and the blade was deeply embedded in his flesh. Chen Yuan wanted to draw the knife, but found that the blade was tightly sucked.
Han Feihu held back the pain and grinned with a cruel smile.
Holding the blade of the knife with his left hand, he suddenly raised the broken knife with his right hand.
He wants to trade his life for his life!
After fighting at the border for several years, Han Feihu escaped from death several times, relying on such a fierce spirit that he was not afraid of death.
"Tear!"
Han Feihu cut Chen Yuan's clothes with a knife from bottom to top, but before he could be happy, he saw a very horrifying scene.
Chen Yuan's body exuded a faint dark golden light, which was very conspicuous under the refraction of the moonlight, and the knife he drew only left a white mark.
Chen Yuan clenched his right fist and took advantage of this opportunity to punch Han Feihu on the head.
"Bang!"
The plasma exploded, and under Chen Yuan's punch, Han Feihu's head shattered like a watermelon. The blood was mixed with white, and a very disgusting smell went straight to his nose.
A faint stream of cool air penetrated into his mind. In a daze, Chen Yuan seemed to see the somewhat damaged mysterious altar, and absorbed the air.
A piece of information came to mind.
Ci'en Temple, bloody sword!
Chen Yuan looked calm and breathed a long sigh of relief. He wiped off the blood on his body with his outer layer of clothes, squatted down and whispered: "You die, I live!"
However, this time it was indeed a bit thrilling. If the sword in Han Feihu's hand was not broken, and if he did not practice the Vajra Glazed Body, Chen Yuan would have been seriously injured by that sword.
But the broken knife was too short, and the blow drawn by Han Feihu was not strong enough, so not many of it could affect Chen Yuan. In addition, the diamond-glazed body had extremely powerful protective capabilities.
Only then did he finally create the sign that the knife only made a white mark.
Chen Yuan closed his eyes and recalled the thrilling moment just now, feeling extremely calm. This Han Feihu's strength has definitely reached the level of Tie Xuan, and he successfully killed him. It can be said that his strength is now almost as good as anyone in Ping'an County. A master of bone refining.
After summarizing the incident, Chen Yuan began to focus on the information coming from the Qi Luck Altar just now.
Ci'en Temple, bloody sword!
It was Ci'en Temple again. Chen Yuan's first opportunity was the fragment of the Vajra Glazed Body obtained from Ci'en Temple. Zhao Nanshan had also told him before that Ci'en Temple might have something to do with the Wu Sheng Cult demons.
Chen Yuan originally thought about investigating again after he entered the bone refining level, but he did not expect that the information given by the Qi Luck Altar pointed directly at Ci'en Temple again.
The name Blood Demon Sword doesn't sound like a serious weapon. Chen Yuan guessed that it might be a magic sword.
but...
He still wants it.
...
...
When Chen Yuan returned to the place where he attacked with his upper body naked, the battle was completely over. Most of the horse bandits were killed, leaving only one alive.
The only pity was that only three horses were captured. The other horses either died from random arrows or were frightened and disappeared into the night.
After throwing Han Feihu's body on the ground, a Yamen servant immediately came forward to cover his nose and put the body up.
Looking across everyone's bodies one by one, Chen Yuan said in a deep voice:
"After you go back, you divide the one hundred and twenty taels of silver reward and the remaining thirty taels for the wounded." Chen Yuan had no interest in coveting the three melons and two dates.
The value of the elixir found from Han Feihu was already very high.
There are also those three strong war horses, which are also worth dozens of taels of silver, especially after getting new guidance from the Altar of Luck, this trip is not a loss!
"Thank you, sir!"
"Thank you, sir!"
After hearing Chen Yuan's words, all the government officials immediately shouted, their respect for Chen Yuan greatly increased, and one hundred and fifty taels of silver were distributed to them. Each person could get at least two taels of silver, and the injured policeman could even get it. Twelve.
It is more than their monthly salary. Of course, the old government officials will definitely get more money than the young government officials, and the white officials will get the least.
Moreover, as the head catcher, Chen Yuan did not take away even one tael of silver.
They all knew the total of two hundred and fifty taels of silver due to Wang Ping's deliberate propaganda. One hundred taels were taken away, leaving only one hundred and fifty taels.
As for who took it, we basically know it.
Chen Yuan nodded slightly when he saw everyone's excitement.
Equal distribution is not advisable. Those old government officials are strong and bear great pressure. If they get the same amount as those young government officials, they will definitely be dissatisfied.
Not only does it fail to win people's hearts, it actually arouses their dissatisfaction.
"Cut off everyone's heads and take them back to the county government together with the goods. Tomorrow we will reward you for your merits!"
Chen Yuan waved his hand and said loudly.
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Don’t raise books, just sit up from me!
Brothers who read the book, feel free to leave a comment. I really don’t have much to say, so just praise the author for his longevity!
