The moment Lu Nianchou made his move, the soul-chasing old man suddenly retreated, laughing loudly and saying, "I knew you little brat had no good intentions."
"When I was wandering around in the world, you weren't even born yet!"
"If you want to trick me, you're still far away."
He dodged Lu Nianchou's fatal blow in the midst of lightning and flint, and then the judge's pen was no longer merciful, hitting more than a dozen of the enemy's acupoints like a violent storm.
Lu Nianchou's face turned pale. He really didn't expect that the blow he was determined to win would have no effect at all.
"These old gangsters should not be underestimated. They spend their whole lives licking blood from the edge of a knife and are cautious in everything."
"In terms of experience in the arena, I'm still far behind them!"
He sighed in his heart. At this time, he had reached the end of his rope, but surprisingly, there was no trace of panic on his face.
There was just a hint of sarcasm, a wry smile and helplessness.
"In the end, we still have to let her take action!"
Just as this thought flashed through my mind, the next moment, a silver needle as thin as a cow's hair suddenly flashed across the dark night.
Poof!
The poisonous ice-soul silver needle penetrated the back of the soul-chasing old man's head.
"Li! Mo! Chou!"
The judge's pen in the soul-chasing old man's hand was only an inch away from Lu Nianchou, but his body was stiff.
"Almost! Just almost..."
Lu Nianchou was sweating. If it had been a moment later, he would have been pierced through the head by the enemy's weapon.
"Fortunately! Li Mochou ignored my dissuasion and followed quietly just now." He was thankful in his heart.
However, at this moment, the soul-chasing old man suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, long traces of blood flowed from his seven orifices, and a flash of scarlet suddenly flashed in his eyes.
He stared at Lu Nianchou, showing endless pain, madness, and violence!
"Only if I kill you can my grandson have enough merit and be reused by the Mongols!"
"So, just die!"
He roared crazily, and regardless of his inner strength, he unleashed the last potential of his life and pounced on Lu Nianchou.
"He's not dead yet?!"
A look of surprise flashed across Lu Nianchou's eyes, but he slashed with the short knife in his hand without hesitation.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In just a short moment, the weapons collided several times, and fire even burst out.
At the end, the soul-chasing old man did not dodge, but bumped head-on with his body, blocking Lu Nianchou's knife, and pointed the judge's pen in his hand towards the center of his eyebrows.
"die……"
Lu Nianchou was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He no longer dared to block the attack, and used Qinggong to dodge it at the last moment.
The judge's pen that unleashed a fatal blow actually pierced the big tree behind him, causing the snow on the branches to fall rustlingly.
"pity!"
The soul-chasing old man murmured in his mouth, and then his body hit the ground heavily. His eyes, shining with unwillingness and resentment, did not close until he died.
Lu Nianchou felt as if his legs were filled with lead, and his arms were completely numb.
However, he did not dare to fall down. He let out a ferocious roar like a hungry wolf in his throat, and slashed the throat of the Mongolian soldier who rushed towards him with a knife, causing blood to splash.
"come!"
Lu Nianchou was covered in blood, but the murderous intent in his body became more intense. The various external skills he practiced made his body strong, and he could still squeeze out some strength even at this moment.
He looked at the Mongolian soldiers slowly surrounding him with extremely ferocious eyes. The Yinque knife in his hand had turned bloody, the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and even his teeth were covered in blood.
Lu Nianchou held the Silver Sparrow Sword. It had been several years since he had practiced the sword technique passed down from his family, and he had reached the state of great achievement under the help of the idle system and his own hard work.
This kind of achievement is often the lifelong pursuit of ordinary people in the martial arts world. Like chasing souls and killing old people, having a great achievement in martial arts can make you famous in the Shanxi martial arts world.
Even though his internal strength was exhausted and he was seriously injured, with a knife in his hand, he did not have the slightest fear when facing these wolf-like Mongolian soldiers, only fierceness from the bottom of his heart.
"kill!"
Almost at the same time, both sides shouted and fought together.
Five steel knives slashed his head and face, blocking all Lu Nianchou's escape routes.
However, at this moment, he didn't even think about retreating. Every move of those in the world could break through their external defenses, but what did he fear about these ordinary soldiers?
Lu Nianchou moved his steps slightly and turned his body slightly, letting the steel knives pass diagonally across his body.
Although the blade tore the skin, the wound was not deep due to the angle of the chop and the resistance of the skin, which was as tough as cowhide.
Poof! Poof! Poof!
At the same time, the bloody long knife flashed at a strange and tricky angle, and immediately slit the throats of the three enemies, causing them to fall to the ground in pain.
"Giggle, keep going!"
At this time, Lu Nianchou was covered in wounds, and the severe pain made his face look hideous. In addition, his whole body was covered in blood, and he looked like an evil ghost killed in hell.
The two remaining Mongolian soldiers saw that they were unable to kill the enemy with their long swords, but their companions around them died one by one. They were finally frightened out of their courage.
"Not a human being, he is not a human being!"
"He is a demon, an immortal evil spirit!"
They spoke in Mongolian in a panic that was difficult to understand, then dropped their weapons and turned around like crazy and fled out of the forest.
Lu Nianchou smiled evilly, took one step forward, and stabbed a Mongolian soldier to death from behind. Then he slowly pulled out the knife, letting the blood spurt out.
"Die!"
He threw the long knife in his hand, tearing through the strong wind in the night, accurately piercing the body of the last enemy, causing him to fall into a pool of blood while wailing.
"Giggle, I won after all!"
Lu Nianchou was lying on the ground like mud. He was exhausted, but he could feel his heart beating. It was the joy of escaping from death.
After calming down for a moment and barely regaining some strength, he struggled and walked towards the big tree where Li Mochou was hiding just now.
When they got closer, they saw this woman slumped on the ground with her back against a big tree. She had already passed out due to the poisonous injury caused by the ice-soul silver needle she had just used her true energy to shoot.
Lu Nianchou looked at her pale face and slightly stained lips with a layer of blue and black, and felt indescribably complicated and angry in his heart.
"You still don't want me to die!"
"But Li Mochou, I will never let you save me next time!"
He was once again dissatisfied with his own strength. If his wife's hard skills had gone a step further and could defend against attacks by ordinary people with swords and guns, today's fight would never have been so difficult and tragic.
"Let's go, I'll take you home!"
Lu Nianchou slowly picked up Li Mochou by the waist, tightened his arms tightly, and then walked towards the depths of the mountain forest with somewhat staggering steps.
Not long after, it started to snow in the sky. The snow became heavier and heavier, and the sky and the earth were covered in white, covering up all the traces it left.
