Su Ling stood far away from the twenty or thirty people, and felt a chill running through his body. Su Ling endured the chill and persisted.
After following for a while, the mountain road gradually became difficult to walk. As the mountain became more and more steep, the originally winding mountain road had an aura that came from the sky, going straight up and down, pouring down.
The speed of Su Ling and the twenty or thirty people in front also slowed down a lot again.
After walking for a while, we passed a corner and saw overlapping mountains in front of us, deep and far away.
These twenty or thirty people seemed to be familiar with the road and plunged into the depths of the mountain.
Su Ling marked the corner and followed it into the depths of the mountain without hesitation.
He was following attentively when he suddenly saw the scarred man raise his hand, causing twenty or thirty people to stop immediately.
Su Ling felt nervous for a while, thinking that they had discovered him.
But take a closer look.
Scarface and the twenty or thirty people suddenly let out a long shout, stretched out their hands on their chests, grabbed the outer coat, and pulled hard.
The sounds of "stab la——" and "stab la——" are endless.
Look again, the clothes they were wearing were torn off by them in an instant, and then thrown away casually. The pieces of clothes were fluttering in the air, swayed by the wind, and landed everywhere.
Su Ling ignored the torn-off blouses and stared at the twenty or thirty people with burning eyes.
But when these twenty or thirty people took off their outer masks, they were actually wearing a layer of clothes that should be worn outside.
Su Ling suddenly discovered that the clothes of these twenty or thirty people, including the scarred face, were all wearing purple clothes, and the style of these purple clothes was very familiar to Su Ling.
He once killed a purple-clad killer with his sword at the city gate. His clothes were the same as those of these twenty or thirty people.
The purple clothes are reflected in the snow, and the murderous aura is washed away.
And their aura suddenly changed.
At first glance, he looked like a strong boatman working as a coolie, but suddenly he became filled with bloodthirsty and murderous intent.
And in an instant, those twenty or thirty people had a scimitar in their hands.
Snow-white fierce sword, cold-blooded ghost.
He's still a boatman, but he's clearly a killer.
The scar-faced man held up his scimitar, walked to the front of the team, patted the first dozen or so cargo boxes with his long knife, and said coldly: "Unload--!"
Several purple-clad killers on the left and right heard the sound and moved the dozens of cargo boxes to the cliff in an instant.
The scar-faced man then shouted coldly: "Throw -"
The purple-clothed killers, without any hesitation, raised a dozen cargo boxes above their heads and threw them down the cliff.
After doing this, they paused for a while. The scarred face checked the remaining cargo boxes, and then nodded and said: "The number is correct, brothers, hurry up, climb over this hill, and get to the place."
After the protector has inspected the goods, it will be of benefit to us to say a few nice words in front of the King of Heaven!"
"Yes!——" The eyes of these twenty or thirty purple-clad killers were full of greedy joy.
They all pushed the truck and continued to move forward. The speed was really much faster.
After they were far away, Su Ling walked to the cliff and looked down.
The cliff was bottomless and cloudy and foggy, and there was no trace of those dozen cargo boxes.
What Su Ling can be sure of is that these dozen cargo boxes should be filled with tea.
After dealing with the inspections at the pier and the city gate, these things were no longer of use to them, so they threw them off the cliff.
The cliff is so deep that no one will find it.
Su Ling no longer delayed, quickened his pace and continued to follow.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, a huge cave appeared in the distance before Su Ling's eyes.
The cave runs through the heart of a mountain with rugged rocks and peaks reaching into the sky.
From the steep wall of the mountain peak, a surging spring hangs straight down.
It's just that the weather is cold and the ground is freezing. The hanging spring has long been frozen, and there is only an ice peak several feet wide hanging there, shining brightly.
It's spectacular.
Only then did the dozens of people stop and protect the truck.
Su Ling quietly turned to the dense forest nearby and peered at them coldly.
The cave was probably very big, except for the two torches embedded in the wall at the entrance, with the flames dancing.
Not far from the entrance of the cave, you can see two more torches embedded in the rocks, illuminating a radius of several feet. Further inside, it is dark and dark, making it difficult to see clearly.
The scar-faced man waited for a moment and then saw four people coming out of the cave, also dressed in purple, each holding a scimitar.
Scarface said a few words to them, and the four people circled around the truck a few times, used a knife to pry open one of the cargo boxes, looked at it for a few times, and then waved to them.
"Let's go into the cave -" Scarface waved his hand and led the twenty or thirty people towards the cave.
The four purple-clothed killers who came out after that looked around warily for a few times, then turned around and quickly disappeared at the entrance of the cave.
Su Ling suppressed his temper and waited for a while before slowly walking out of the dense forest.
He lowered his head and thought for a while. This might be the core den of thieves of this group of people. There must be many masters in it, and there must be some kind of protector that Scarface mentioned.
He was really alone, so he went in rashly like this, fearing that he would not be able to escape by then. He was secretly worried, why didn't Bonin come yet? If he had all the people, he could rush in and arrest the person.
He was lowering his head and thinking, when he suddenly felt a figure flashing at the entrance of the cave, standing a few feet in front of him, and said in a cold voice: "What, are you waiting for someone?"
Su Ling was shocked, the expression on his face changed several times, and he suddenly looked up.
It turned out to be that scar-faced man. For some reason, he came back again. He was so light that even Su Ling didn't notice it.
Su Ling squatted down on the snow, and said with annoyance on his face: "Wucao! If I had known I would come out later, and you would have discovered me, would I have invited you in for tea, Taiping Monkey King?"
Or Maojian?”
The scarred face just wanted to speak.
But he saw Su Ling suddenly stand up, hanging in the air, and raised his hands.
"Huh——" A burst of cleansing snow mist flew towards the scarred shop.
Scarface felt his vision blurred for a while, roared, hurriedly sprinkled the snow mist all over his head and face, and cursed: "Boy, you are too shameless!"
Su Ling didn't answer. There was a clear sound in the air, and Xiangsi's thin sword was unsheathed in the air. A cold light instantly passed through the snow waves and stabbed towards the choked throat of the scarred face.
The scarred face indeed had some skills. Although he couldn't see clearly in front of him, he heard the wind and knew the sword, roared, and thrust the scimitar in his hand towards his neck to block it.
There was a clear sound of "Dang——".
The tip of the sword of Wenwen Xiangsi was right on top of the scimitar.
Su Ling felt a huge force that shook him so hard that he could hardly keep his balance, and he couldn't help but retreat several feet backward.
He used all his strength to steady Wen Xiangsi, who was about to let go, and then he was able to stand still.
Before Su Ling could take action again, the scar-faced man roared: "The sword is a good sword, but its strength is a bit lacking. Take my sword and give it a try!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the scarred figure moving forward like a fierce tiger, with a fierce aura, the scimitar flashed, and brought forth gusts of sword wind, pointing up and down, fiercely
He slashed at Su Ling's head.
Su Ling knew that the scarred face had strange strength, but he couldn't take the blow, so he had no choice but to touch the snow with his feet and dodge away with a "bang--" sound.
Snow waves splashed beneath my feet.
Even though Su Ling was fast enough, as soon as he turned around, the huge sword light passed in front of him, and Su Ling could even feel the overwhelming aura on the sword light.
"It's just a bear's power..." Su Ling half-tilted his body, his whole body was almost two feet above the ground, almost parallel to the ground. He turned his wrist and thrust Xiangsi into the scarred face.
The right side of the waist.
If it were struck, the scarred face would definitely be cut in half at the waist.
Scarface had no choice but to give up the attack, and with one move of his right hand, the scimitar went straight down, blocking the approaching sword light of Wen Xiangsi again.
Su Ling secretly thought, this scarred man looks stupid and possesses brute force, but his moves target my weakness, forcing me to collide with his scimitar.
If I accidentally bump into his scimitar, depending on his strength, the sword will fly at least, or the body will be unstable. If he cuts me again, my life will be dead.
How to play this?
Su Ling had no choice but to withdraw the Xiangsi Sword with all his strength.
Seeing that Su Ling had a flaw, the scar-faced man drew his knife back and refused to let anyone care. He thrust the scimitar from bottom to top and thrust it towards Su Ling's belly with his backhand.
"Wucao! You don't have martial ethics!" Su Ling was horrified and had no choice but to step back several feet again.
How could the scar-faced man let go of Su Ling so easily? With his strong body, he stepped forward and struck Su Ling with three more blows like raindrops.
Su Ling tried his best to dodge left and right, but fortunately, his movement was fast enough, and all three swords struck the air and hit the ground, causing snowflakes to fly in random directions.
Su Ling did not dare to go head-to-head with Scarface, so he had to rush left and right, relying on his elegant body skills to circle around Scarface, taking advantage of Scarface's attacks and striking straight at him with several swords.
Although Scarface is full of brute strength, it is not easy to deal with a bear when it encounters a light butterfly.
He relied on his brute force and couldn't help swinging the knife, but it was all cut in the air.
The two fought like this for more than ten rounds.
The scarred face was shaken left and right by Su Ling, making his eyes dazzled, sweating profusely, and his heart was full of anxiety.
Suddenly, he shouted towards the cave: "Are you dozens of people watching a show? Why don't you come out to help!"
"Swish, swish, swish -" dozens of sounds rang out, and the twenty or thirty purple-clad killers who had just entered the cave, many of them, floated out of the cave and lined up in front of Su Ling.
He raised his scimitar and shouted loudly: "Kill——"
Su Ling retreated a few feet, swung his sword horizontally, and looked at the horrifying glare of the swords of dozens of purple-clothed killers who were filled with murderous intent, and his head swelled three times.
Su Ling cursed loudly: "Wu Cao! I can't afford to play with you. You have such a scarred face. You can't do it without even trying?"
Scarface snorted coldly and said: "What are you talking about? Can you win the murderous battlefield with your flesh and tongue?"
Su Ling smiled helplessly and said: "In a harmonious society, why don't we sit down and talk? Don't you want to know my name?"
Scarface was about to ask someone to take action, but when he saw Su Ling taking the initiative to mention his name, he made the twenty or thirty people stop first and took a step forward: "Okay, let me ask you what your name is first.
Who, in case you die and there is no way to erect a monument for you!"
Su Ling then nodded and said, "You have to ask me, do you want to change your name? Do you want to change your surname? The good man's surname is the ancestral clan!"
Su Ling was talking nonsense. He was stalling for time, thinking secretly in his heart, Brother Boning, if you don't come, don't come. Go buy me a good coffin first and wait for the feast.
The scar-faced man nodded and said again: "Ah, so you are the ancestor..."
He suddenly came to his senses and cursed loudly: "Ah! You bastard, you took advantage of me. I will cut you open and hang you to dry!"
As he said that, he first used the scimitar in his hand, roared and slashed at Su Ling.
The twenty or thirty assassins in purple clothes behind him moved their bodies, swung their scimitars, and rushed towards Su Ling!
Su Ling laughed loudly and said, "If I don't take advantage of you, how can I be worthy of your naive appearance?"
At this moment, the scar-faced man rushed over and hit Su Ling's head with the scimitar again.
Su Ling hurriedly retreated a few feet to the left, bypassing the scarred face, and an afterimage shot towards the purple-clothed killer at the front behind him.
In mid-air, Xiangsi suddenly made a move.
The sword light flashed, and the sword edge buzzed.
"Pfft--" He slanted his shoulder and shoveled his back, and a wave of blood surged with his sword.
The left arm of the man in purple was cut off by Su Ling's sword. The broken arm rolled over, and blood gurgled.
"Ah——" The man in purple howled miserably and rolled on the spot.
Scarface and the other purple-clad killers were horrified by the sudden change and stopped immediately.
Su Ling saw this opportunity and ran away suddenly!
Scarface shouted angrily: "What the hell is this trick? You take advantage and run away! Why are you still standing there? Just chop him to death!"
As he said that, he rushed towards Su Ling first, and the twenty or thirty people behind him also rushed over.
Su Ling turned around while running, cursing in her heart that Boning was so unreliable, why didn't she come yet? If she didn't come, she would really blow out the lamp and pull out the wax.
Suddenly I heard a bad sound behind my head, and it turned out that it was a man in purple who was chasing after me first.
It turned out that although Scarface was strong, he was a bit slower in terms of speed, so he was beaten by the purple-clad killer.
Su Ling didn't look back, only listened with his ears, and felt that the scimitar had arrived. Then he gave a cold shout and quickly hit the right side.
The purple-clothed killer thought he had been hit by a knife, but was stunned for a moment when his arm felt numb.
It turned out that Su Ling had already dodged to the right, but his knife struck the tree stump next to him, and the knife penetrated several inches.
The purple-clothed killer was about to draw his sword.
Su Ling suddenly turned over from the right side, like a kite, soaring into the sky, swung the thin sword in his hand, asked Xiangsi, cut through the air, and pierced the purple-clothed killer's back heart.
There was another scream, and the purple-robed killer died instantly.
At this moment, dozens of purple-clad killers arrived. They saw where Su Ling's body was falling, and each wielded their scimitars and slashed randomly.
"Dang-dang-dang--" the sound was heard in a mass, but they were all chopped down on the snow.
When Su Ling fell, he saw the scimitars of dozens of people slashing at him menacingly.
He had no choice but to press the tip of his tongue against his upper teeth. The falling body was choked in mid-air, then suddenly changed its direction and shot towards the back.
Just like this, Su Ling completely lost control of his body and simply stopped caring about it, letting his out-of-control body rush backwards.
With a "bang--", Su Ling felt that his back hit something unknown, and he was able to stop.
Su Ling's back was hit hard by this, and his blood surged, and his vision went dark. Su Ling held back a breath and did not vomit blood on the spot.
But when he stood up again, the scarred face and dozens of killers behind him had surrounded him.
Scarface looked cruel, shook the scimitar in his hand and said: "Run, you are not very good at running!"
"Chop him into pieces!"
The scarred face shouted fiercely, and dozens of purple-clothed killers raised their scimitars and were about to chop off Su Ling's head!
Suddenly, a cold voice came from the cliff above the cave and said: "What does it mean to be bullied by dozens of people! You are shameless!"
Scarface and the dozens of killers were all shocked and looked up at the cliff and the spring in panic.
On the top of the cliff, the frozen spring is magnificent and beautiful, like the frozen Milky Way!
Suddenly, a figure in white clothes appeared without any warning.
The white clothes are floating, like an illusion, like a fairy. If you step on it lightly, it has frozen into a smooth and flawless ice peak hanging spring, flowing down gracefully.
His figure is peerless and his clothes are like those of an immortal.
The blue long sword in his hand emits a sharp blue light that penetrates directly into his soul.
The man in white floated directly down from the icy peak and the hanging spring.
In an instant it was already in mid-air.
The voice was as cold as ice, but it was the voice of a very beautiful woman: "I said, only I can touch this boy, you people are not worthy!"
The blue long sword, suddenly the blue light was victorious.
It completely surrounded her figure in snowy white clothes.
With a high-pitched sound of "Buzz--", the blue long sword suddenly flew out from her fingers.
A brilliant blue light shot straight into the sky.
The color of that day was actually dyed with blue light.
Those dozens of killers, who had never seen such a strange phenomenon, were all as frightened as wood carvings and clay sculptures.
"Tinghe! Kill!"
The white clothes are like an illusion, her figure moves slightly, and she catches a startling glance.
These dozens of people actually felt boundless coldness and murderous intent.
The blue sword was spinning and flying rapidly in the sky, and the blue sword light was floating in all directions. In an instant, a shocking sword energy continued to gather and surge around the sword body.
"scold--"
In mid-air, a figure dressed in snow-white suddenly stretched out an onion finger, pointed at the core of the dozens of people, and shouted coldly.
Without any further delay, the long blue sword turned into a dazzling blue sword energy and suddenly rushed down from the sky.
In an instant, the figures of dozens of killers were all shrouded in the vast blue light.
There was a loud sound of "Boom--".
The sword energy vibrated and overflowed, and the snow waves surged and splashed, spreading out and covering the surrounding area.
In front of Su Ling's eyes, the blue long sword was thrust into the snow a few feet in front of him, creating a bottomless ravine.
And the woman in white clothes suddenly arrived and stood behind the blue sword.
The city is alluring in white clothes, and the clear shadows are like songs.
The vibrating sword energy word spread out loudly on the blue long sword.
In an instant, the dozens of killers were violently retreating and rolling away in all directions as if they had been hit hard.
There were more than a dozen killers who had fallen to the ground, writhing and howling miserably, unable to get up.
The power of a sword is so powerful.
Only then did Su Ling realize that he actually knew this woman in white. She was a fairy!
He said ecstatically: "It turns out to be Sister Fairy! Long time no see."
The scarred face still had some effort, and was knocked back ten feet by the shock. He slammed the scimitar in his hand on the ground, and then managed to stabilize his body.
The woman in white ignored Su Ling and just raised her head. There were two gleams of coldness in her eyes in the white veil. Her voice was also cold and she said: "Whoever comes near will die!"