At midnight, Ji Yun's heart moved and he opened his eyes: There was something abnormal about the spiritual energy nearby. Could it be that someone was fighting? He turned around and saw Watson still sitting cross-legged under the tree with his eyes closed. He quietly stood up and walked out.
After a while, he stepped on the ground with his right foot, and his figure suddenly jumped out. Ji Yun listened to the whistling wind in his ears, and thought to himself: It's on the road ahead. He gently fell to the ground and hid in a tree beside the road.
Looking back at what happened forward, I saw about ten people in the woods in front, divided into two waves. The leader was a white-haired old man and a middle-aged man, both of whom were Qi Xuan realm warriors. At this time, the two groups
They were confronting each other in a tense situation.
The white-haired old man was the first to say: "Who are you? Why have you been chasing us from Fengbo City to here?" The middle-aged man smiled, pointed behind the white-haired old man and said: "You don't need to know who we are, you just need to know who we are.
Just keep what you are carrying!" The white-haired old man's face changed when he heard this, and he yelled angrily: "This is the property of the Lord of Baizhi City, how dare you snatch it?" Ji Yun listened behind the tree and his heart moved.
:The Lord of Baizhi City? Isn’t he that old boy Liu Yu! But he has already been killed by me...
"Hahaha!" The middle-aged man laughed wildly: "Do you think I am afraid of that old boy Liu Yu? Leave your things behind and get out of here! Don't prevent me from taking things back to do business!" The white-haired old man's face turned dark.
When he came down, he said in a deep voice: "Impossible! If you want something, you have to kill me, the old man!" The middle-aged man looked at the white-haired old man playfully: "Didn't you see that there are two more people here than you?
?Are you sure you want to fight?"
The white-haired old man snorted: "If you want to fight, just fight. No need to say more." The middle-aged man sneered: "In that case...then don't blame me for disrespecting the elderly and loving the young! Brothers, kill!" People on both sides immediately took it.
They raised their weapons and fought together. However, the battle was obviously one-sided. There were fourteen people in the field, six on the white-haired old man's side, and eight on the middle-aged man's side. The middle-aged man restrained the white-haired old man.
Four more people were divided, each of them restrained one person, and the remaining three people collectively besieged the other person. It's not surprising that this situation is not one-sided.
One person who was besieged soon had his right hand cut off, and his head was cut off before he could scream. The three of them immediately went back to besiege the other person with others.
The white-haired old man was fighting with a middle-aged man. When he saw his man being killed in the blink of an eye, veins popped out. The middle-aged man seized the opportunity and slashed with his sword. The white-haired old man parried hastily and was knocked back a few steps before he could stand still.
, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, obviously suffering from internal injuries. The middle-aged man put the knife on his shoulder and said with a mocking face: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, old man, I'm not telling you, we have the same cultivation level, we are on par.
You actually deliberately distracted yourself during the fight, are you asking me to do this?"
Originally, the middle-aged man's plan was to hold off the white-haired old man by himself, and his own people would immediately deal with the others, and then they would attack the white-haired old man together. Now it's fine. The old man is injured, which saves a lot of trouble! The white-haired old man has eyes.
He stared at the man like fire and cursed: "Despicable!" Suddenly he heard a scream and turned around to see that another one of his men had been killed. The middle-aged man was secretly delighted and thought: This old man is really dead.
Don’t repent! In one step, he came to the old man in white and slashed his head with a knife.
The white-haired old man quickly raised the weapon above his head, trying to withstand the sword, but how could he withstand the prepared sword in a hurry? He was half-kneeling on the ground after being slashed by the sword. The weapon in his hand was still struggling to resist, but
The blade of the knife had gradually cut into his shoulder, and blood stains were reflected on his clothes.
The middle-aged man became even more excited after seeing the blood stains. His spiritual energy poured into the blade of the sword and he pressed down hard. The white-haired old man also suppressed his face and turned red, resisting the knife on his shoulder with all his strength! At this time, the battle outside the two men had already begun.
It was coming to an end, why wouldn't it be fun if seven people beat three people? Two screams rang out. The white-haired old man knew they belonged to his men, but he didn't dare to be distracted anymore. If he was distracted now, he would be dead!
Seven people formed a circle and surrounded the last person in the middle. The man in the middle was shaking all over and could not even hold his sword steady. He looked at the people in front of him in horror, thinking that he was only in his twenties and was about to die.
Tears suddenly burst out of his eyes, and he shouted: "Grandpa! Help!" The white-haired old man, who was trying to resist the pressure of the blade, felt his heart skip a beat when he heard this voice: It's Xiaobin! I'm sorry...Grandpa can't protect you...
Thinking of this, the spiritual energy in his body stagnated, and he could no longer block the middle-aged man's blade. The blade went down and hit the white-haired old man's left shoulder directly. "Ah!" An arm with half a shoulder flew up.
, the white-haired old man fell to the ground with a look of death. The knife just struck him diagonally from his left shoulder, splitting his heart in two. He stared at the middle-aged man, as if he wanted to eat him.
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As the last person under the white-haired old man died, the seven people silently returned behind the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man and Ji Yun sighed at the same time: Human life is really fragile... They walked up to the white-haired old man and squatted down.
He bent down and took off the wooden box full of blood. He held the nearly two-meter-long box with trembling hands. He opened the lid of the wooden box with one hand and saw a huge black sword lying inside the box.
He immediately closed the box, took a deep breath, turned around and said, "Let's go!"
At this time, a voice came from the forest: "You killed someone and you just want to take things away like this?"
The steps that the middle-aged man had just taken suddenly stopped, and his heart thumped, thinking: There are actually other people here that I didn't notice! He made a gesture to the seven people, who nodded, and poured spiritual energy into the weapon.
, ready to go. The middle-aged man shouted in a deep voice to the direction where the sound had just come from: "I wonder which friend is over there? Why don't you show up to see me?!" He tied the box behind him and started again.
Weapons were drawn.
Ji Yun has been watching the developments in the field from behind the tree. The white-haired old man is Liu Yi's subordinate. It is naturally impossible for Ji Yun to save him. According to Ji Yun's observation, I believe that the middle-aged man is not a good person.
And they seemed to be grabbing something. When they saw the middle-aged man getting the box, he wanted to see what it was, but because of the angle, he only saw pitch black inside the box and then it was covered. What did he think?
As for the things, let’s talk about it in my own hands. Anyway, these people must be bad guys after killing so many people! It’s okay to kill them. It’s a pity that Ji Yun forgot that he had at least killed a hundred people...
When Ji Yun heard the middle-aged man's words, he yelled: "It's me!"