He took an old man and a young man into the alley, avoiding the "whooshing" arrows.

Then he pushed the old man and the child in, turned around alone, drew the iron-tire-like bow in his hand, which was nearly a man high, and returned an arrow.

The sound of the bow was like a thunderbolt, and the arrows roared like a dragon, swirling, stirring up the downpour, piercing through the heavy rain curtain and piercing the three Yin soldiers on ghost horses.

The three Yin soldiers and the ghost horse under the crotch were instantly shattered, and then, as if going back in time, the fragments were quickly reassembled.

Without targeted means, he can't inflict too much damage on these Yin soldiers, and if he relies on grinding, he will lose his strength after grinding a few.

The rest of the Yin soldiers, without stopping, continued to rush over.

Lao Tie shot five arrows in a row, each arrow shattered two to three Yin soldiers, and all five arrows in a row were shot in one breath, shooting all the Yin soldiers into pieces, buying himself a moment of time, at the cost of his sore arms, and it took a lot of effort to lift them up.

With a child and an old man, he is destined to run fast. Shuttling through the alleys can only delay for a while.

Soon, the Yin soldiers who had been shot to pieces recovered their original form and chased after them.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and a female ghost swept through the sky, just staring at the three of Lao Tie and rushing down. Lao Tie's body swelled, and the boiling demonic energy condensed, and the female ghost was smashed to pieces with one punch.

However, immediately after, a Yin soldier passed through the wall, blocked the front, and drove the ghost horse under the crotch with a big gun, and rushed straight up.

The child was so frightened that he screamed, and the old man pushed the child to the side, and then he was impaled by a big gun.

The broken body was picked up and flew out, and the face distorted by pain, the cloudy eyes, were full of nostalgia.

The scarlet blood beads drifted away, mixed with the pouring rain, and the bloody wounds were washed away in an instant.

The child's head slammed against the wall, his scalp was broken, blood oozed out, and his small body fell to the ground.

Lao Tie didn't expect it, but he was just careless, and the grandfather and grandson were killed and injured 1.

He has always been taciturn, and his emotions are not easy to show. At this moment, even if he was angry, his eyes were only scarlet, his cheeks were clenched, and he was still silent.

Before he could let out a roar, he rushed forward silently, silently waving an iron tire bow nearly one person high, and smashing this Yin soldier to pieces.

The old man's body fell to the ground heavily, the wound burst, and his distorted expression calmed down. The cloudy eyes lost the last of their luster and refused to close.

Syllable!

Even in the sound of the "whooshing" rain, the sound of this impact was so clear, and the splash mixed with mud splashed high and splashed on Lao Tie's body, making Lao Tie even more embarrassed.

He quickly ran to the child's side, reaching out his hand and breathing. He picked up the child, stepped on the slippery ground, and ran wildly.

Another Yin soldier passed through the wall, straddle the ghost horse and chased after him. The sharp tip of the spear pointed directly at the heart of Lao Tie.

Lao Tie pulled out the thick arrow in the quiver, turned his head violently, stepped on the bow with one foot and pulled the string with the other.

Collapse!

The black shadow flashed, and the Yin soldier instantly turned into pieces. Lao Tie fell heavily to the ground, his clothes on his shoulders were torn and oozing red, and the muscles around the wound were slightly withered inside the clothes.

The whole arm was drained of most of its strength. Lao Tie turned over and climbed up vigorously, and then, he found that more Yin soldiers came through the wall.

He took the child in his hand and lifted the huge iron-tired bow with one foot, stepping on the bow and stepping it into the mud. With one hand, he pulled out the last four arrows in the quiver and was caught by his fingers.

Raindrops the size of beans fell on the broken hats, rising in puffs of smoke. Then the rain collects at the brim of the hat and drips down like a string of pearls.

In the alley, it was pitch black. The Yin soldiers, all covered in the same darkness, seemed to be invisible in this alley.

However, Lao Tie just "saw" the scene here clearly, unlike his father, he did not have the talent of his father, but his father did not have his talent either.

Heart eye technique and turtle breath technique, ghost crying is practiced, and practice makes perfect. Lao Tie is also practicing, better than Ghost Cry, and the two major techniques of Heart Eye Technique and Turtle Breath Technique have been practiced by him to the peak, and at the same time complement each other.

The narrow alley, too dark to see anything, he simply closed his vision and closed his eyes. The sense of taste is useless, so he also closes the sense of taste. Finally, the sense of smell, because of this heavy rain, was naturally greatly reduced, so the sense of smell was also closed by him.

The three senses are closed and replaced by an unprecedented strengthening of the senses of hearing and touch.

The sound of every drop of rain falling was clearly heard by his ears. Every wisp of wind blew, and his rough skin was clearly felt. Not only that, a trace of ethereal spiritual sense, the cold of the past was gone, and he began to throw flattering eyes at him.

The Yin soldiers moved, but Lao Tie was faster.

With one arm and two legs, he shot all the arrows out of all four limbs in one breath, and the whole process did not exceed half a breath.

The sound of explosion and thunder joined together, and then four black shadows flew by, leaving four straight spirals in the rain curtain, with a hollow hole in the middle, which was the trajectory of the four arrows.

The arrow that was fired in front of it pierced through the three Yin soldiers who stood in the way, and then flew away without a trace. The three Yin soldiers who stood in the way instantly twisted and collapsed, disappearing into the rain curtain.

The arrow that shot at the rear only pierced through the two Yin soldiers, and then plunged headlong into a wall, leaving only the palm-length tail of the arrow trembling slightly. Similarly, the two Yin soldiers twisted and collapsed.

The arrows on the left and right sides first pierced through the wall, and then the aftermath did not stop, one pierced through the two Yin soldiers, and after one pierced through a Yin soldier, they rubbed on the other Yin soldier. In this way, three Yin soldiers twisted and collapsed, and most of the body of one Yin soldier collapsed.

After shooting four arrows in a row, Lao Tie snorted, the flesh of his arm was torn, blood mist was splashed, and his legs trembled slightly. He kicked the iron-tired bow, barely grasped it with one hand, and then walked away quickly.

However, before he could leave, six of the Yin soldiers who had been twisted and collapsed had reverted to their original form again, but this time it was much more transparent.

Lao Tie walked through the long alley, a black shadow flashed, he staggered, fell to the ground with a "bang", the iron tire bow in his hand flew out, he tightly protected the child in his arms, and rolled far on the ground.

His calf, hit by the Yin Soldier's arrow, dried up in an instant, and the place where he was hit was a full circle smaller, causing him to lose his leg strength, and the pain was incomparable, and he fell to the ground.

The Yin soldier riding the ghost horse was like a maggot attached to the bone, and chased after him again.

Lao Tie gasped heavily, whether it was physical strength or demonic energy, it had bottomed out. It looks like I'm going to leave it here today.

He opened his eyes, which had been closed before, and there was a slight confusion in the firmness in them.

He was raised by an old drunkard, who told him since he was a child: "Your father is a great hero who stands up to the sky." ”

Because of this sentence, unconsciously, he also embarked on his father's old path. His father used a bow and arrows, and he also used a bow and arrows. His father slays demons and demons, and he also slays demons and demons.

However, all this time, he never thought about why. Before, to save the elderly and children, he didn't think about the point of doing this. When the old man was killed, he was only angry because he didn't protect him well, but he didn't grieve because of the old man's death.

Now, in a desperate situation, he still protects the child in his arms, all of this is out of instinct, out of the tall back in his heart.

Obviously, they have very little time to see each other.

Perhaps, we will never see each other again!

Lao Tie lay on the ground, curled up his body, and firmly protected the child underneath. In my mind, I recalled my life over and over again.

It's so monotonous!

Jingle Bell ......

Jingle Bell ......

Suddenly, a crisp ringtone came into my ears, the bell was not loud, but it was so clear.

The bodies of the Yin soldiers quickly became transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then, like plasticine being pulled indiscriminately by children, disappeared in the blink of an eye, turning into an inexplicable mass of objects.

In silence, the Yin soldiers who surrounded them quietly disappeared in transparency and distortion.

At the same time, the ringing stopped, replaced by the sound of clear footsteps.

Stomp ......

Every foot, not light or heavy, is very steady. The ground was full of stagnant water, splashing like a muddy lotus canopy.

The hat, the long knife, and no matter how dark it is, the pair of eyes under the hat that are constantly developing and cold light are as narrow as knives.

It's a ghost crying!

The footsteps stopped, and a pair of big feet full of mud on straw sandals appeared in front of Lao Tie's eyes. Lao Tie raised his head and saw an outstretched hand, the palm of which was full of calluses, rough and powerful.

The voice of the ghost crying is sonorous and powerful, crisp and neat, very penetrating, and his bell is like a bell, so clear in this "whooshing" rain: "You save my life, I save your life, it's flat." ”

Lao Tie grabbed the hand and stood up with his strength, and he let out a low laugh when he was always silent: "It's not even, you still owe me room and board." ”