It was already midday on the sixth day, and by this time the caravan had reached less than one-third of the entire return journey.
Mu Qing used to think that as long as he left Hidden Valley, there was no choice but to go. But later he discovered that the place was far away, and he had to have enough travel expenses and preparations.
The caravan set out earlier today because the daily supplies needed by the entire caravan were gradually running out. They planned to speed up a bit so that they could reach Stone City to replenish supplies on their way north tomorrow.
"Swish."
Mu Qing was sitting on the horse with his head raised, and he was vigorously shaking his dried water bag up and down. He saw two drops of water dripping down at an extremely slow speed.
He shook his head gently from side to side, and pressed his lips together slightly. The water moistened his dry lips, and the long-lost coolness soaked in along with the stinging pain.
"for you."
Suddenly, a half-dried water bladder appeared in his sight.
His eyes followed the slender white finger holding the water bag and saw Li Chan riding beside him.
Li Chan gently shook the water bag with her hand, only to hear a clanging sound inside. She smiled slightly at Mu Qing and continued: "Thank you."
Mu Qing nodded, took the water bag without hesitation, tilted his head back and drank with his lips an inch apart.
After sharing game at the campfire last night, the relationship between them became much more harmonious.
After Li Si ate the rabbit meat he roasted with medicinal powder, the injury that had dragged on for several days improved quickly this morning, and he was now riding his horse at the front of the caravan with his head held high.
Mu Qing guessed that it was probably Li Si who told his sister Li Chan about his physical condition, and that was why Li Chan thanked him now.
Mu Qing wiped his mouth with his sleeve, tightened the water bag and handed it back to Xiao Chan, saying, "Thank you, Miss Li Chan."
Xiaochan smiled slightly after taking it and said, "Sir, please call me Xiaochan."
She also wanted to discuss her brother's injury with Mu Qing in detail and was about to speak.
Suddenly, a loud "whoosh" was heard from the hillside about one foot high beside the road.
Xiaochan exclaimed, then shouted: "Miss!"
Mu Qing saw her exclaiming as she twisted her waist from the horse and flew towards Liu Weirui on the other side.
"Ah...uh"
Liu Weirui's soft cry when her back hit the ground was intertwined with Xiaochan's painful cry when an arrow hit her shoulder.
The "whoosh" sound came again, and it turned out to be a series of arrows connected end to end!
With an angry look on his face, Mu Qing grabbed the other two arrows that were fired in a row with his bare hands. The tails of the arrows vibrated the air and made a "buzzing" sound.
All this happened in the blink of an eye. Only now did Mu Qing have time to roar angrily and shout loudly to the front of the caravan: "Enemy attack!"
His waist sank, pressing the big brown horse's hooves deep into the soil. He flew to the hillside beside the road, preparing to capture the thief first and capture the king first.
Li Si, who was at the front of the caravan, heard the sound coming from behind. He reined in his horse and turned around. He happened to see his sister and young lady rolling down together. He was so frightened that his eyes were split and he could no longer care about being exposed. The gender of his own lady shouted loudly: "Protect the lady!"
There were about thirty or forty people on the hillside, and the leader was none other than Lao Jiulinxing from Tieguzhai. He had just used his best skill to shoot three arrows in a row, and looked at the people down the slope who were much larger than yesterday. He laughed loudly at the caravan and shouted, "Kill me, brothers!"
But in an instant, the guards in the caravan were fighting with the bandits who had set up an ambush on the road.
Lin Xing had a big scar on his face from his forehead to the corner of his mouth. Although he was young and ranked ninth, he already had fifth-level strength.
The expansion of desire requires matching strength.
Because Lin Xing's strength ranks among the top among the brothers, he is usually the most vicious and unscrupulous in his actions, and only the boss can suppress him.
Yesterday, they searched two caravans along the way, but unfortunately they did not find the Nine-turn Nether Flame Grass that the elder brother needed.
Now that the murderous knife has been drawn out, it cannot be held back until it is filled with blood.
So apart from the money, goods and the few pretty women, he sent all the bitches who were crying for mercy to the west like chopping melons and vegetables.
Lin Xing was standing on the hillside and had just shot three arrows in succession. He had already anticipated the deaths of those who seemed to be the caravan stewards.
The corner of his mouth curled up, and in the environment where the smell of blood was about to bloom, he recalled the taste of those women last night.
What Lin Xing was thinking now was: When the boss wakes up in the future, he would have to discuss with him whether it would be best to leave this kind of road robbery to him to continue. He did this to save him.
"Huh? Not dead?"
Lin Xing was still immersed in the beautiful fantasy of the future, but found that he might have underestimated the opponent's strength. He saw that his three arrows did not hit three people, and the remaining two arrows were shot by a man in his thirties. The man grabbed it with his bare hands.
Moreover, the other party had obviously found his direction, leaping from his horse and flying towards him.
He did not dare to neglect, and wiped away the lazy mood caused by thinking of the beauty, he took out three poisonous long arrows from the quiver on his back, and used his experienced experience to predict Mu Qing's flying trajectory. Then there were three arrows in a row, but three arrows were fired in unison, shooting at his face, neck and chest in an up and down line.
He looked at Mu Qing who was in the air and had not yet landed, and understood that the opponent could not use his strength to dodge at this time. There was a sense of relief in his eyes, and he shouted proudly to Mu Qing, who was about to die: "Go to hell, little master." .”
Two "swish" sounds were the sound of arrows piercing the skirt of clothes, but Lin Xing didn't know what movement technique Mu Qing used. His movement actually froze in the air for a second, and then moved most of the way to the left. Personal position.
There seemed to be no escape from the dangerous situation, but in the end, two of the arrows pierced the skin on his right arm.
After Mu Qing used the "Shadow Floating" movement technique to land, he was less than one foot away from Lin Xing, but he did not immediately step forward to attack.
He covered his right arm with his left hand. He first used his internal force to seal the Chengfeng point on his right shoulder to prevent the spread of toxins, and then immediately mobilized his internal force in the Chize point on his elbow to try to contact the toxins that were starting to spread.
"As expected." Mu Qing relaxed in his heart, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and immediately returned to calmness. He could not reveal his biggest reliance yet.
Lin Xing could only see the appearance of Mu Qing being scratched and poisoned by the arrow. How could he know that the poison he applied on the arrows, called "blood green", had been absorbed into Mu Qing's body when he couldn't see it? The acupuncture points actively absorb and transform the special energy into the purest internal force.
Lin Xing looked calmly at Mu Qing, who was covering his arm not far away. Since the other party didn't immediately come forward to fight him, he felt relaxed.
In a few moments, Mu Qing's right arm will quickly turn an iron-green color, and eventually the severe pain in his flesh and blood will spread throughout his body. At that time, even if he wanted to fight for himself, he would have no chance.
"I hope I can find the Nine-turn Nether Flame Grass this time." Lin Xing had already begun to think about what would happen after killing the caravan.
"Buzz."
With Lin Xing's mind relaxed, he saw that the enemy not far in front of him suddenly disappeared.
He was shocked in his heart, and immediately mobilized all his internal strength and released his mental strength, hoping to sense and capture the missing person.
But it was too late.
When he felt a slight strange movement in the air behind him, and was about to jump forward to avoid it, a dagger glowing with green light had stabbed his heart accurately from behind.
His feet began to become weak, his hands drooped, and his neck turned back with difficulty.
He originally wanted to tell his poisoned murderer angrily: We will meet again on the road to hell.
He opened his mouth: "Uh-huh..." Bright red blood poured out of his throat and blocked his mouth.
In the end, his brain, which was so stiff and cold that it ached with thoughts, just inexplicably remembered:
"jump jump jump."
"So this is my heartbeat."
"Uh... I was thinking of her."
…
"Bah."
Mu Qing pulled out his dagger with a calm expression, and blood spurted from the opponent's heart directly onto his hand.
He pushed the dead and limp man in front of him to the ground, making a soft "bang" sound.
Then he didn't stop to take another look, and the "shadow floating" reappeared, already appearing on the battlefield below the hillside.
For these people in Iron Bone Stronghold, it is a good thing not to know that their leader is dead.
Because they were facing Mu Qing who had truly entered the state, no matter whether they escaped from the battlefield or fought to the death, there was only one result: to meet death.
Mu Qing came to Liu Weirui's side. This group of bandits was obviously different from the ones they met a few days ago. Knowing that the key point of their caravan was in the middle, the battle situation here was the most anxious.
Li Si's old injury was healed, but a new one appeared. At this time, he was leading a few people to guard Liu Weirui and his sister desperately.
Beside Li Si's feet, the Liu family's guard had already fallen to the ground without making a sound.
Among the bandits killed this time, there are obviously those who are not weaker than him, and the other Liu family's guards are in the eighth or ninth grade. The pressure is completely on Li Si's side. If Li Si fails, the Liu family will It is very likely that this caravan ended up here today.
Mu Qing took a closer look at Xiao Chan, who was unconscious in Liu Weirui's arms and was livid, and knew that the "blood-green" toxin in Xiao Chan had probably spread throughout her body.
He understood that he could no longer hide his weakness at this time and had to exert his full strength.
I saw energy flowing all over his body, and the internal force flowing in his meridians accelerated and had a faint tendency to collapse. After he used the "Shadow Floating" technique again, he actually left behind the bandits who died quickly. The disappearing shadow.
"Ah, Master Ninth is dead!!!"
Mu Qing appeared like a murderous god, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep. When everyone dispersed, someone with sharp eyes discovered that the headmaster Jiu who was supposed to be standing on the hillside commanding everyone had made no sound and collapsed silently in a pool of blood.
"Ah, run away!"
I saw that the bandits escaped more completely, and two of them, who had reached level seven in strength, were already several battles ahead of the rest of the escapees.
"Boom" was Mu Qing's voice as he chased after him. The smell of fresh blood would always put his brain in an absolutely calm yet absolutely excited state.
He discovered that someone just shouted "Ninth Master", but the remaining people in the field were not stronger than the Ninth Master, which proved that there were people stronger than the fifth grade behind these bandits.
When Mu Qing thought about it, the ninth-ranked brother had a fifth-level strength. If the eldest brother at the front had a second-level strength, the only thing that would greet them on the road ahead would be death.
So now that we have reached this point, we can only stabilize the situation first and delay it for one day.
"ah!"
Mu Qing used the second form of "Shadow Floating", "Floating Heaven and Earth", and increased his speed to the limit. His palm was like a knife and cut directly into the back of a seventh-grade bandit.
"Whoosh!" In the blink of an eye, Mu Qing forced his inner strength outward, attached it to the dagger held upside down in his left hand, and fired it at another seventh-level bandit.
Seeing both of them fall down, he turned around and shook the flesh and blood stains left behind after his right hand penetrated the other person's chest.
He was absolutely confident that he would kill him once he took action, so he didn't even bother to check whether the person who was struck by the sword and fell to the ground in a distance was dead.
He glanced at the bandits who had fallen to the ground and surrendered because of his Shura-like killing methods, walked up to Li Si, and said only one sentence: "Just leave the one who is most afraid of death."
After saying this, he lowered his body and looked at Xiaochan, who was lying in Liu Weirui's arms and had already lost her breath.
