Han Changdui raised his eyebrows, naturally hearing the impatience in Yao Qi's words, he smiled disapprerovingly, Li Sheng was not the target of their trip, it was an accident, since his life was worry-free for the time being, then he would put it aside first, and then make plans after returning to Beijing smoothly.

He was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Did you find the mark left by Wang Xian?" ”

Yao Qi was already desperate, accepted his fate, and shook his head: "No." ”

Han Changdu's heart jumped, and he was slightly uneasy: "According to the time, they should have already come out, but Wang Xian neither let off the arrow nor left a mark, but he was afraid that the situation would not be good." ”

Yao Qi suddenly opened his eyes and looked fixedly into the dark distance: "My lord, do you think that Zhao Yingrong and the others have found that Wang Xian and them are gone?" ”

Han Changdu's face changed, although the few people were not many, they were enough to attract attention, it was not surprising that Zhao Yingrong didn't pay attention, but Zhao Fusheng must have noticed it, but he didn't ask a word more, obviously guessed something.

guessed, became suspicious, but could not help but ask, either extremely trusting, or had other plans.

Obviously, Zhao Fusheng has no trust in them at all, and it is very pure mutual use.

Then, there is only one thing left to do.

He directly ignored that Zhao Fusheng was jealous of them, and didn't dare to ask more about this possibility.

People like Zhao Fusheng, even if they are afraid, but only if they have questions, they will definitely ask, and there is no dare or not.

He froze and whispered, "I'll go look for them, you keep an eye on here." ”

Yao Qi let out an "um" and closed his eyes again.

At the moment when Yao Qi closed his eyes, the unconscious Li Sheng's eyelids moved, as if he wanted to try to open his eyes, but after trying for a long time, it was in vain, and finally he had to give up helplessly.

In the middle of the night without stars and moons, the mountains are exceptionally dark and deep, and it is impossible to clearly distinguish the direction, let alone see the distance.

The barren grass swayed silently in the dark night, and Han Changdu's breath was faint and imperceptible, and his figure was as straight as an unpredictable ghost, faintly and quickly skimming through the grass and shooting away into the distance.

After moving away from the place where the bandits were resting, he stopped and searched carefully, and when he came out of the mine, he found the last mark left by Wang Xian, and then he found nothing.

And the road he is taking now is the safest way to go down the mountain, Wang Xian took Leng Linjiang and Xie Mengxia, two people with special status, and two girls who were powerless, and they definitely didn't dare to take the road that was too dangerous and difficult.

Safely and safely going down the mountain is Wang Xian's first choice.

Han Changdui walked and stopped, his eyes were like torches, and every stone, tree, and blade of grass in his eyes was delicately visible in his scrutinizing eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes skimmed over an undulating blade of grass, and a little scarlet blood dripping from the tip of the leaf, which looked particularly bright in the starless and moonless night.

Han Changdui suddenly retracted his steps, stood in front of the wild grass, his eyes swept around coldly, and sure enough, in the grass that deviated from the direction of the way down the mountain, he found a string of grass tips hanging with blood one after another.

He touched the blood on the tip of the grass, it was still wet and sticky, and the blood was not completely cold, and the person must not have been

When he walked away, he was determined, and his toes tapped a few times on the blades of grass, and his body was like raindrops falling on the plantain, light and fluttering, and the shadows were full of shadows, chasing wildly in the direction of the blood dripping.

In the col not far from the foot of the mountain, a thick bloody breath rushed to the face, and a few jingling bells and cold blades passed through the night, and the chill was overwhelming.

In the thick night, there were more than a dozen men standing, wrapped in black night clothes, but holding a Mo knife in their hands that was enough to identify themselves, and there were more than a dozen men in black lying on the ground, I don't know if they were dead or alive.

Pools of blood spilled over the tips of the grass and seeped into the dirt.

Wang Xian and the others were covered in blood, and the four of them formed a corner against each other back to back, protecting Xie Mengxia and Qingqian in the middle.

Xie Mengxia's lips trembled violently, his arms hung down at his side, and a little cold light poked out of his sleeves, obviously he still had some self-preservation power, but it was unknown how long this self-preservation power could last.

The black-clothed men besieging Wang Xian and the others seemed to have run out of patience, and they were also stimulated by the many black-clothed men who fell to the ground, one of them shouted, raised the Mo knife high, and there was a loud bang, and the blood-stained heavy knife body was cold and cold, and slashed towards Wang Xian, who was already exhausted.

This person saw very clearly, among the four people in front of him, Wang Xian was the most seriously injured and the easiest to break a hole, as long as he was defeated, the momentum of this horn would be self-defeating.

Wang Xian was covered in wounds, blood gushed out from the upturned flesh, he actually had no strength, just barely standing, the cold light crossed the corners of his eyes, the flesh stinged, and he felt that his vitality was passing quickly.

His eyes were red, and he shouted in a hoarse voice, cheering himself up, and met him with a knife in both hands.

With a "bang", the fire splashed, and the knife in Wang Xian's hand was as vulnerable as a tofu block, and the sound was cut into two, and one fell in the grass, and the brilliance was dim.

The black-clothed man's blade was unblocked, and it fell straight towards Wang Xian's Heavenly Spirit Cover like a broken bamboo.

The blood that did not dry up on the blade dripped down the tip of Wang Xian's nose, and he closed his eyes in despair.

At the last moment, Han Changyun's figure turned, and he pushed Wang Xian away heavily, his body was short, and the blade of the knife slanted out a strange arc, passing under the armpit of the man in black.

I could only hear a muffled sound of "poof", and the sharp knife sank into the flesh of the man in black, and before he felt too much pain, the knife had already been picked up from the bottom up.

Blood suddenly spurted out one after another, wrapping the man's severed arm, falling like a rain of blood.

The man hadn't reacted at all, and when he saw the severed arm that fell in the grass, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly screamed, covering the wound gushing out of the blood, and kept rolling on the ground, and the wail was endless.

This pick looked effortless, but the blade slashed on the hard bones, and it was still a slight smack, which shocked Han Changyun's mouth numbly, and he shook his hand carelessly.

Wang Xian escaped death and thanked him: "Thank you Seventh Master for saving your life." ”

Han Changyun seemed to be frightened, and hurriedly jumped up and said, "What, what a life-saving grace, my hand is slipping, don't think too much about it." ”

Wang Xian choked and nodded with a smile.

Bao Cheng also had a sword in his hand, and he was trembling slightly, hearing Han Changyun's words, that sword

I almost fell off my hand and fell to the ground.

Hand slip, hand slip can cut off a person's arm, what kind of routine is this big male protagonist Shuangwen.

Leng Linjiang also frowned slightly when he heard this, and said with a solemn expression: "Wang Xian, how are you?" ”

Wang Xian reluctantly said: "The villain is okay, Lord Shaoyin, after the villain is broken, you escort His Highness down the mountain quickly." ”

Leng Linjiang glanced at Wang Xian's arm, blood kept falling from his wrist, but there were sleeves to cover it, he couldn't see clearly how Wang Xian was injured, but what Wang Xian said was the only way, he nodded slightly: "Okay." ”

Saying this, the four of them quietly changed their positions, Wang Xian and Han Changyun stood side by side, Bao Cheng stood beside Leng Linjiang, and Leng Linjiang moved to the direction of the mountain, the long sword was horizontal in front of him, protecting Xie Mengxia behind him, leaning forward slightly, seeing that he was about to take the road away.

And the wound of the broken arm of the man in black just now broke the nerves of the other men in black in an instant, after they found the traces of this group of people, they dispatched fifty or sixty people one after another, thinking that it would be easy to take down this group of people, but they didn't expect that they lost most of their manpower, and only a dozen people were left in front of them, but they still couldn't take these strong crossbows for a long time.

This is a great disgrace.

The men in black glanced at each other, and in a fit of rage, there was no order, and there was a clanging sound, and they all raised their knives and slashed them fiercely.

Death at the hands of these people is death, and it is death if you can't catch someone back.

Different paths lead to the same end, so it's better to fight.

Six or seven Mo knives fell down at the same time, bringing a gust of wind, and a huge impact force rushed over, and several people almost couldn't even stand, not to mention Wang Xian's strong crossbow, even Han Changyun and Leng Linjiang were tired of coping with it, let alone rushing out of the encirclement and going down the mountain with Xie Mengxia.

As for Bao Cheng's half-hanger, he is an expert who jumps a big rope with a sword, but he can kill people, he can just do it without trembling.

"This can't be done, who is that, Leng Shaoyin, Leng Shaoyin, you go first." Han Changyun raised his hand high, and with a loud sound, he blocked the falling blade, grabbed Leng Linjiang's sleeve, and lowered his voice.

Leng Linjiang glanced at Han Changyun deeply, moved his lips, did not speak, grabbed Xie Mengxia with one hand, turned his head and whispered to Qing Qian and the eldest girl who were already frightened: "You two, follow closely." ”

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw that Bao Cheng's eyes were so frightened that his eyes were straight, and he raised his foot and kicked suddenly: "Stupid, 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 with him, and he wants to torture him to death like this.

Han Changyun shook his hands, glanced at Leng Linjiang, and immediately raised his eyebrows and shouted: "The seventh master fought with you, hacked one back, hacked two to earn!" ”

With that, he took a step aside, a cynical joke on his face, a resolute look like a heroic death, the big knife in his hand was horizontal in front of him, and there was no discipline to slash left and right, all with a ruthless look.

The sharp sound of the wind broke through the air, and the blade slashed out the afterimage in the void, and the wind rippled, as sharp as the wind and grass, and could not be approached.

The black-clothed man looked at each other and hesitated, first, he was forced to get close by the sharp blade, and second, he was stunned by Han Changyun's indiscriminate punch that killed the old master.