Han Changmu raised his eyebrows, and naturally heard the impatience in Yao Yao's words. He smiled indifferently. Li Sheng was not the goal of their trip. It was an unexpected gain. Since his life was not worried for the time being, he put it aside for now. , and then make plans after returning to Beijing smoothly.
He was quiet for a moment and then asked: "Did you notice the mark left by Wang Xian?"
Yao Yao was already desperate, resigned to his fate, and shook his head: "No."
Han Changmu's heart skipped a beat and he felt slightly uneasy: "According to time, they should have come out long ago, but Wang Xian neither fired the arrow nor left a mark, I'm afraid the situation is not good."
Yao Yao suddenly opened his eyes and stared into the dark distance: "My lord, do you think Zhao Yingrong and the others noticed that Wang Xian and the others were missing?"
Han Changmu's expression changed. Although these few people were not large in number, they were enough to attract attention. It was not surprising that Zhao Yingrong did not pay attention, but Zhao Fusheng must have noticed it, but he did not ask a word. Obviously Guess what.
He guessed it, became suspicious, but could resist asking, either because he was extremely trusting, or because he had other plans.
Obviously, Zhao Fusheng has no trust in them at all, and they are purely using each other.
Then, all that is left is to have other plans.
He simply ignored that Zhao Fusheng was wary of them and did not dare to ask more about this possibility.
People like Zhao Fusheng, even if they are wary, will definitely ask if they have questions. There is no such thing as daring or daring.
He calmed down and whispered: "I'll go look for them. You keep your eyes on this place."
Yao Yao said "Yeah" and closed his eyes again.
Just when Yao Yao closed his eyes, the unconscious Li Sheng's eyelids moved, as if he was trying to open his eyes, but after trying for a long time, it was in vain, and finally had to give up helplessly.
In the starless and moonless night, the mountains were extremely dark and deep, making it impossible to clearly identify the direction, let alone the distance.
The grass all over the sky was swaying silently in the dark night. Han Changmu's breath was so weak that it was difficult to detect. His figure was like an unpredictable ghost shadow, passing through the grass lightly and quickly, shooting away into the distance.
After staying away from the resting place of the water bandits, he stopped and searched carefully. When he came out of the mine, he found the last mark left by Wang Xian, and then he found nothing more.
And the road he is taking now is the safest way down the mountain. Wang Xian, with two people with special status, Leng Linjiang and Xie Mengxia, and two girls who are unable to restrain a chicken, will definitely I don’t dare to take a path that is too dangerous and difficult to travel.
Being safe and getting down the mountain safely is Wang Xian’s first choice.
Han Changmu walked up and down, his gaze as bright as a torch. Every stone, tree, or blade of grass he saw was reflected in his scrutinizing eyes.
Suddenly, his eyes passed over an undulating grass blade, and a little scarlet blood dripped from the tip of the blade, which looked particularly bright in the starless and moonless night.
Han Changmu immediately stopped his steps and stood in front of the grass. He glanced around coldly. As expected, he found a series of grass tips hanging with blood in the grass that deviated from the way down the mountain.
He touched the blood on the tip of the grass. It was still wet and sticky, and the blood had not completely cooled down. The person must not have cooled down yet.
When he was far away, he felt determined and tapped his toes on the grass blades a few times. His body was like raindrops falling on the bananas, ethereal and shadowy, chasing after the blood dripping in the direction.
In the mountain col not far from the foot of the mountain, a strong smell of blood hit us, and the sound of several jingling bells and cold knives passed through the night, making it chilly.
In the thick darkness of the night, there were more than a dozen men standing, wrapped in dark night clothes, but holding Mo Dao in their hands that could identify themselves. There were also more than a dozen men in black lying on the ground. I don’t know if I’m dead or alive.
Puddles of blood overflowed the grass tips and seeped into the soil.
Wang Xian and others were all covered in blood. The four of them stood back to back and held each other's horns, protecting Xie Meng, Xia Daya and Qing Qian in the middle.
Xie Mengxia's lips trembled violently, his arms hung down by his sides, and a bit of cold light peeked out of his sleeves. It was obvious that he still had some ability to protect himself, but it was unknown how long this power of self-preservation could last. .
The men in black who surrounded Wang Xian and others seemed to have lost their patience and were stimulated by the many men in black who fell to the ground. One of them shouted and raised the Mo Dao high, making a loud clang sound. The heavy sword stained with blood had a cold light on it, and it slashed towards Wang Xian, who was exhausted.
This man could see very clearly that among the four people in front of him, Wang Xian was the most injured and the easiest to open a hole. As long as he was defeated, the situation would be broken.
Wang Xian was covered in wounds, and blood was gurgling from his upturned skin. He actually had no strength left, and could only barely stand. The cold light flashed across the corner of his eyes, and his skin and flesh stung. He felt that his life was passing quickly.
His eyes were red, he yelled hoarsely, encouraged himself, and faced him with the knife in both hands.
There was a "clang", and the fire splashed everywhere. The knife in Wang Xian's hand was as vulnerable as a piece of tofu. It was chopped into two pieces, and one piece fell into the grass, its brilliance dim.
The man in black's blade had no resistance, and fell straight towards Wang Xian's Tianling Cap like a broken bamboo.
The blood that had not dried on the blade dripped on the tip of Wang Xian's nose, and he closed his eyes in despair.
At the critical moment, Han Changyun turned around and pushed Wang Xian away hard. He dwarfed and the blade of the sword made a strange arc and passed under the armpit of the man in black.
There was only a muffled sound of "pop", and the sharp knife sank into the skin of the man in black. Before he felt too much pain, the knife had already struck hard from bottom to top.
Blood suddenly spurted out, wrapping around the man's severed arm, falling like a rain of blood.
The man didn't react at all. When he saw the severed arm that fell in the grass, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly screamed, covering the wound with blood spurting out, rolling on the ground, wailing incessantly.
This move seemed effortless, but when the blade hit the hard bone, it still gave a slight pause, which made Han Changyun's mouth numb, and he waved his hand carelessly.
Wang Xian escaped from death and expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, Lord Qi, for saving your life."
Han Changyun seemed to be frightened, he jumped up and said: "What, what a life-saving grace, my hand slipped, don't think too much."
Wang Xian choked up and nodded in confusion.
Bao Cheng also held a sword in his hand, which was trembling slightly. When he heard Han Changyun's words, the sword
He almost lost his hand and fell to the ground.
With a slippery hand, you can cut off a person's arm with a slippery hand. This is some kind of cool plot for a male protagonist.
Leng Linjiang also frowned slightly when he heard this, and said solemnly: "Wang Xian, how are you?"
Wang Xian reluctantly said: "The villain is fine, Master Shaoyin. After the villain is cut off, you can protect His Highness and hurry down the mountain."
Leng Linjiang glanced at Wang Xian's arm. Blood was dripping down from his wrist one after another, but it was covered by his sleeves. He couldn't see clearly how injured Wang Xian was, but what Wang Xian said was the only way. , he nodded slightly: "Okay."
Saying this, the four people quietly changed their positions. Wang Xian and Han Changyun stood side by side, Bao Cheng stood beside Leng Linjiang, and Leng Linjiang moved down the mountain, with the long sword in front of him. Xie Mengxia, who was protecting him, leaned forward slightly and was about to run away.
The broken arm of the man in black just now broke the nerves of the other men in black. After they discovered the traces of this group of people, they dispatched fifty or sixty people. They thought that taking down this group of people was It was an easy task, but they didn't expect that they lost most of their manpower, leaving only the dozen or so people in front of them, but they still couldn't take down these powerful crossbows.
This is simply a disgrace.
The men in black looked at each other. They were so angry that they had no idea what to do. There was a flurry of clanging sounds, and they all raised their swords to chop.
It's death to die in the hands of these people, and it's death to take them back if you can't catch them.
Different paths lead to the same goal, so it’s better to fight together.
Six or seven Mo Dao fell down at the same time, bringing up a gust of wind and rushing towards them with a huge impact. Several people could hardly stand. Not to mention Wang Xian, who was at the end of his battle, even Han Changyun and Leng Linjiang were stunned. He was exhausted from running around to deal with it, let alone leading Xie Mengxia out of the siege and down the mountain.
As for the dabbler Bao Cheng, he is an expert at jumping rope with a sword, but he can barely do it without trembling when he kills someone.
"This won't work. Who is that? Leng, Leng Shaoyin, you go first." Han Changyun raised his hand high, made a clang, deflected the falling blade, pulled Leng Linjiang's sleeve, and lowered his voice.
Leng Linjiang took a deep look at Han Changyun, moved his lips, but said nothing. He held Xie Mengxia with one hand, turned to Qing Qian and Da Ya, who were already frightened out of their wits, and whispered: "You two, follow closely."
When he raised his eyes, he saw Bao Cheng and his eyes were so frightened that he raised his foot and kicked him suddenly: "You're stupid, let's go."
Bao Cheng came back to his senses and let out a low sigh, his face full of panic.
What kind of grudge does God have against him? He wants to torture him to death like this.
Han Changyun shook his hands, looked at each other with Leng Linjiang, and immediately raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Master Qi will fight with you, kill one back, kill two and make a profit!"
After saying that, he took a step across, the cynical and joking smile disappeared from his face, and he had a determined look as if he was going to die heroically. The big knife in his hand was placed in front of him, and he slashed left and right without any rules, all with a ruthless force. Son.
The sharp wind sounded through the air, and the blade cut out afterimages in the void. The strong wind rippled, as sharp as the wind and strong grass, and it was impossible to approach.
The men in black looked at each other and hesitated. First, they were forced to close by the sharp blade, and second, they were restrained by Han Changyun's appearance of beating the old master to death with random punches.
