One day, Bai Xiaosheng didn't know where he had gone - he should have slipped to the Qinglou down the mountain to vent his anger. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info didn't have the intention to practice when he heard that he was far away, so he used the "Iron Sword Thirteen Styles" in turn against the waterfall that flowed straight down. Everywhere the sword light passed, I saw the flying waves rising and the waves were monstrous.

In the end, he actually jumped to the top of the waterfall with the elastic force of the iron sword.

From here, you can see far, far away.

He saw a man carrying a package on the hillside not far away, jumping through the trees and pinnacles to avoid the pursuing horse caravan from the mountain road.

The man wore a broad brown linen cloak, and his long, messy hair was tied tightly with a red cloth band.

Because it is too far away, it is difficult to see the face.

But Wen Zhuyuan faintly saw that what was on the man's back was not a package, but a person, a child.

The child's face was not frightened, and he even poked half of his head out of the package, and rejoiced at Wen Zhiyuan.

Hearing the sound of the tiger's body was shocked, (I was looking at Huang Yi recently, and my eyes were full of this word).

But he didn't have time to think about it.

His gaze fell on the caravan of horses that were chasing him.

The horses were all black horses on horseback, and the knights were dressed in black samurai uniforms.

In the rivers and lakes, there are few such exquisite riding skills, which can gallop so casually in the mountains.

Those who have this cultivation are either the Northern Hule, or the cavalry in the army.

They didn't mean to hurt anyone, they just clinged to the man.

The man would sometimes turn around and shoot long shots at the black cavalry with a longbow.

Every time the strings are played, a knight falls.

Wen Zhuyuan couldn't tell who was the good guy and who was the bad guy, and he could only judge it from the perspective of the number of people, thinking that the black rider was not a good guy, and the archer who escaped was the weak.

He was about to run over to help others and help the shooter intercept the black horse, but at this moment, he saw a sudden "aggressive" roar in the dense forest!

Countless crossbow arrows flew out and shot towards the black horseman, making a series of soul-stirring sounds on the body of the horse and the man.

The urgency of the crossbow and the strength of the arrow were unprecedented, so the black riders were shot at a loss and fell to the ground one after another.

I saw the leading knight flying in the rain of arrows, and finally escaped behind a large rock on the side of the road.

His horse, after a terrible howl, rushed and fell down the cliff.

Most of the dozens of black horsemen he led were killed or wounded after the first rain of arrows.

After falling off the horse, he was immediately killed by a rain of arrows.

And the archer who was originally regarded as a weak person by Wen Zhuyuan disappeared in this rain of arrows.

The crossbow is still ringing.

Arrows, one after another.

A second rain of arrows crackled down on the bluestone where the leader of the black knights had been dodging, making a tooth-aching sound and the screams of the wounded.

Wen Zhuyuan suddenly felt depressed.

He began to feel sympathy for the black knight, and became angry at the archer who was lurking in the shadows.

He felt that he couldn't let these guys who hurt people with hidden arrows be arrogant anymore.

He took a deep breath and stuck the black iron sword behind him, then, looking around, grabbed a vine, tested the firmness, and just as he wanted to fly out, he let go of his hand, unbuckled his belt, and covered his face. The heroes who are chivalrous and righteous in martial arts dramas seem to be masked, otherwise how can they show their mystery.

Hearing that he was far away, he grabbed the long vine again, and the volley drooped.

I saw that his toes lightly touched the cliff, and his whole person flew out in the air.

Towards the opposite mountain road.

It's a risky move.

If it was before, he would never dare to play this kind of extreme sports, but now he has been beaten by Bai Xiaosheng for several months, not only has his martial arts and physical strength improved, but his courage and follow-up have improved a lot. Therefore, the adventurous Wen Zhuyuan jumped out of the air like this.

This extreme sport requires not only courage, but also timing, because the slightest mistake can become a live target for crossbowmen lurking in the bushes.

Luckily, it is full of greenery, and the dense foliage covers most of the sky. The ambusher himself was hiding in the bushes and did not notice the volley jumping off the ground.

Smell stop and land on a long bamboo.

Wen Zhuyuan grabbed the bamboo tip, let the bamboo body bend down, bend down, bend down, and then, suddenly bounce up.

Wen Zhuyuan's body flew up again.

Several times, with the help of the elastic force of the bamboo, Wen Zhuyuan jumped above the bushes where the ambushers were hiding and disappeared into the bushes.

One of the archers, who was also hidden in a black robe, had just shot a three-edged armor-piercing cone into the bluestone that the black rider leader was dodging, when he suddenly felt a chill in his lower abdomen.

Looking down, I saw a black sword blade stabbing out from behind the bushes.

The man holding the sword had a pair of dark eyes, sharp, with a little nervousness and fear.

Blood, poof, spurted out.

He wanted to wail and remind his companions, but the voice disappeared in his throat.

After hearing the stop, he immediately shifted his position, stealth under a piece of grass, and looked for a new target through the cracks in the grass.

On several occasions, more than a dozen shooters were killed in silence.

The rain of arrows slowly thinned out.

The archer's hidden position was suddenly filled with an aura of terror.

The black knight, who was originally hiding behind the bluestone, seemed to have gained some kind of reality, and immediately seized this fleeting opportunity to jump out, and at the moment of volleying, he used the short crossbow he carried with him to return fire. He had already seen the hidden position of the shooters who ambushed him from behind the big bluestone.

So, once you make a shot, hit it with one hit.

After jumping into the bushes, throw the short crossbow and pull out the back knife of the saber for hand-to-hand kills.

Blood!

Leaves flying!

From being beaten to being beaten!

He had long been holding back his anger, so these people who had lost their head start began to become lambs to be killed.

Wen Zhuyuan also flew out of the shadows and joined the slaughter.

This was the first time he had shown his success in practicing the "Iron Sword Thirteen Styles" in the past few months, and his strength was not accurate, so although he didn't want to kill, there were still many people who were killed by mistake, and even if they didn't die, they were killed by the leader of the black cavalry with a big sword.

The two of them are like farmers running through the fields in autumn and wielding scythes to harvest.

Wen Zhuyuan was a little chilled, feeling that he had become a bloodthirsty murderer when he first entered the rivers and lakes, according to modern laws, how many years would he have to go to prison.

Thinking of this, the iron sword in his hand suddenly relaxed.

At that moment, a quick knife flew out of the bushes.

Sharp slash smell stop far neck.

Hearing that it was not good to stop far away, he raised his sword to greet him.

Blades and swords collide together.

Smelling the sweetness of his throat, he almost vomited blood.

And the situation of the knifeman who was covered in black and masked in a black scarf was not much better.

The two of them stumbled at the same time.

Although the man in black was confronting Wen Zhuyuan, Yu Guang was looking at the entire battlefield.

He knew that after Wen Zhuyuan joined the battlefield, they who originally had the advantage were completely at a disadvantage at the moment.

The Black Cavalry was wiped out, and only one of them was left on their own side.

The other party's sword-wielding kid stared at him closely, and the sword-wielding black knight leader began to press towards him after killing his last brother.

He knew the tide was turning.

So, suddenly raise the knife and wipe it towards your own neck.

The leader of the black cavalry shouted at Wen Zhuyuan, "Keep your mouth alive!"

Smell the sword and go out of the sword!

I want to knock down the black assassin's knife.

However, before he touched the opponent's knife, he saw a flash of white light in front of him.

The black-clothed assassin's knife, which had been wiped towards his neck, drew a graceful arc in mid-air, slashing towards Wen Zhuyuan.

Smell the stop and collect the sword and greet each other.

However, the sword light suddenly disappeared.

The black-clad assassin jumped into the air and flew towards the bamboo tops.

The body bounced up, the more towards the bamboo in the distance.

If he did so a few times, his people disappeared into the vast bamboo forest.

It uses the same light exercise method as Wen Zhuyuan.

The difference is that Wen Zhuyuan crossed over to kill him, but at this moment he used it to escape.

The leader of the black knights, with his sword and red eyes, was about to rush forward.

Wen Zhuyuan shouted: "Brother Tai, poor Kou Mo chase!"

The leader of the black cavalry did this, and spat fiercely in the direction of the black-clothed assassin's escape, and scolded: "Phew, no coward!"

Then, he put away the knife, hugged his fist at Wen Zhuyuan, and said loudly: "It doesn't matter who his mother marries, if it weren't for your kid today, my old Lei's more than 100 catties would be explained here today." Thank you so much, take off this damn face towel, and let me see what my life-saving benefactor looks like. ”

Wen Zhuyuan saved him, but he was not inferior, how could he be justified.

However, Wen Zhuyuan heard sincere thanks from his foul mouth.

Wen Zhuyuan returned the salute with a fist and said, "Brother......"

As a result, before he could finish his sentence, the man shouted at one of his subordinates who was still moaning when he fell on the mountain road: "I said Lao Wang, these embroidery needles won't shoot you old boy." If you're not dead, get out of here, see how many casualties our brother has, and then issue a fireworks order to the brother who is following behind. ”

After finishing speaking, he rubbed the blood on the knife with the sole of his shoe and put the knife into the sheath.