A convoy of dozens of people came from afar on the winding galloping road. The convoy was small, with only three carriages, but the dozens of black-armored swordsmen accompanying them were all riding black horses, and their fierce momentum was clearly visible.
Especially the exquisite carriage at the front with four swordsmen in black leather armor on both sides. The long swords behind them are releasing strong spiritual power fluctuations. Each sword has the quality of a mid-grade spiritual sword, which means that these four people are likely to
All have the strength of a fourth-level spiritual sword master or above!
However, such a powerful convoy seemed a bit hurried and a little embarrassed when traveling. Because the armors of the dozens of black-armored swordsmen were covered with scratches, and many of them had more or less injuries on their bodies, and their eyebrows were
Although the room is cold, it can't hide a hint of fatigue.
Near noon, a middle-aged swordsman walking at the front of the convoy looked up at the sky and pulled the reins of his horse. As he stopped, the convoy behind him also stopped.
"Rest where you are for an hour." The middle-aged swordsman ordered loudly.
The convoy immediately parked along the side of the road, and dozens of swordsmen silently began to set up a cordon of defenses and bury pots to make rice.
The middle-aged swordsman jumped off his horse and frowned as he looked at the deep mountains and forests on both sides of the road. Such an environment was most likely to be used by the enemy to set up an ambush, but there was no way. He had to walk the two hundred miles, otherwise it would be much longer.
Even though the journey is thousands of miles long, it will not be beneficial to oneself if the time is delayed.
A black-armored swordsman came from behind and took off his semi-enclosed helmet to reveal a young and handsome face: "Captain Zhang, I will take two people to hunt some game in the forest to supplement the young lady and the young marquis.
body."
The middle-aged swordsman nodded: "Young marshal, go back quickly, this area is not safe."
"Don't worry, I'll be back as soon as possible." The young swordsman smiled slightly and ordered two black-armored swordsmen, and the three of them quickly disappeared into the forest on the roadside.
A quarter of an hour later, the three of them had gone about two miles deep, but unfortunately they did not encounter any prey. The young swordsman known as the Young Marshal waved to the two black-armored swordsmen: "We split up and encountered
Sound the whistle to warn of dangerous or unknown conditions.”
"Yes, Marshal." The two black-armored swordsmen nodded, and each of them chose a direction and walked deeper into the forest.
The young swordsman watched his two men leave, and moved forward again. After walking about a mile, he stopped under a rock. Looking at the huge bluestone, the young swordsman showed a mysterious smile on his face, and took out his hand from his waist.
The dagger carved some special symbols on the surface of the bluestone. After finishing the work, the young swordsmen sighed and inserted the dagger back into the scabbard at their waists.
At this moment, a rapid whistle suddenly came from the forest on the left. The young swordsman's expression changed, and he hesitated and moved towards the direction of the whistle.
After a cup of tea, the dense forest in front suddenly became sparse, and soon it suddenly became clear. A stream several feet wide appeared in front of me. Two figures stood on the stone beach beside the stream. It was the two people who separated to hunt game.
Black-armored swordsmen. And beneath the two black-armored swordsmen was a ragged figure lying.
The young swordsman observed the dense forest and made sure that there was no danger before dressing up and walking out.
"What happened? Why did the whistle sound?"
"Young Marshal, my subordinates found a dying man in the stream and did not dare to take action, so they blew the whistle and asked the Young Marshal to decide." A black-armored swordsman bowed quickly and said.
The young swordsman waved his hand casually, walked up to the ragged figure and took a look at it. This was a young boy, all in ragged clothes, with big holes in many places, as if torn by something sharp, leaving him exposed.
The skin is covered with scars and wounds, some of which have scabs and others are covered with white flesh. It is obvious that the new wounds were caused by being soaked in water for a long time.
"Is this person not dead yet?" the young swordsman asked with a frown. He had to ask, because many of the whitened new wounds on the young man's body were so deep that his bones were visible, and some were even vital. He was so seriously injured.
After being soaked in water for so long, the blood has almost dried up, but he is still not dead, which is really unbelievable.
"My subordinates have checked and found that there is still a trace of breath, but it is not dead." The black-armored swordsman said hurriedly.
The young swordsman frowned deeply. Now that they themselves are in deep trouble, they really don't have the energy to save such a half-dead person. Even if he can be saved, I'm afraid it will be a burden. Moreover, he doesn't have the chivalrous enthusiasm, so he is about to give an order.
Regardless of the opponent, he suddenly glanced at the long sword tightly clutched in the seriously injured young man's hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Bring me the sword in his hand," the young swordsman said.
Hearing this, the two black-armored swordsmen showed a trace of imperceptible disdain in their eyes, but it quickly disappeared. They silently lowered their bodies to take the sword from the young man's hand. However, the young man's sword-holding hand was very tough, and the strength of the two swordsmen was at the level of first-class swordsmen.
The black-armored swordsman lost so much strength that he almost broke the boy's fingers before taking out the sword.
The young swordsman took over the long sword, with a rare hint of excitement on his face. The embryo of a high-grade spiritual sword! It turned out to be the embryo of a high-grade spiritual sword!
Unfortunately, it was already disabled. The young swordsman could not hide his disappointment when he saw the tiny crack on the sword. But even this was exciting enough. This was the embryo of a high-grade spiritual sword! It might not matter to a spiritual sword master.
It is useful, but for him as a swordsman, it is a rare magical weapon! With this magical weapon in hand, with his current strength as a first-class swordsman, he can definitely go against the fourth-level spiritual sword master!
He originally had a mid-grade spiritual sword embryo in his hand, but the difference between mid-grade and high-grade is a world of difference. Ten mid-grade spiritual sword embryos may not necessarily be exchanged for a high-grade spiritual sword embryo. First,
Because the materials used to cast the high-grade spiritual sword embryos are rare in the world, and secondly, there are only a handful of swordsmiths who can smelt these materials. There are definitely no more than five fingers in the entire Zhao Kingdom!
"Young Marshal, what should we do with this person?" Seeing that the young swordsman held the broken sword for a long time without responding, a black-armored swordsman had to remind him.
The young swordsman coughed dryly and put his sword behind his back: "What is this person's identity? Does he have a name tag?"
"My subordinates didn't find the name tag. They probably dropped it after a fierce battle with the monster." The black-armored swordsman speculated.
"In this case, let's take him back first and let the young lady make the decision." The young swordsman had to order because the man had short hands, but looking at the man's injuries, it was impossible to survive.
"yes."
Two black-armored swordsmen made a simple stretcher and put the seriously injured boy on it. They also caught a few fat fish in the stream, carried the boy and hurried back.
When the young swordsman and the two black-armored swordsmen carried a stranger back to the camp, everyone showed a trace of vigilance. The middle-aged swordsman named Captain Zhang looked at the young swordsman with questioning eyes.
hand.
The young swordsman coughed and said, "We found this man in the mountain stream, but he was seriously injured and dying. We couldn't leave him alone, so we brought him back and asked the lady to make a decision."
Governor Zhang glanced at the sword that the young swordsman was carrying behind his back. He understood something with a flash of his eyes, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he walked to the stretcher to check the young man's injuries.
Soon a soft cry came out of his mouth: "Born with residual pulse?"
He looked at the young man carefully again, with a look of regret on his face: "It's a pity, it's a pity..."
Initially, he felt that the young man had a strong aura and thought he was a spirit swordsman, but he found out that it was caused by his physical constitution and that he suffered from the disease of disabled veins. Such a combination of genius and waste was really disappointing.
However, there is indeed not much danger for a person who is born with a terminal disease with a broken pulse. However, the middle-aged swordsman still checked the young man inside and out out of caution. Apart from the weird aura, there was nothing wrong with him.
"Report to the lady." Governor Zhang stepped aside and let him go.
"yes."
Two black-armored swordsmen hurriedly carried the young man towards the exquisite-looking carriage, but the young swordsman did not follow him. Instead, he threw the few fresh fish to a vigilant black-armored swordsman for him to cook.
, then he apologized to the middle-aged swordsman, and hid aside to study the high-grade spiritual sword embryo he had just received.
Two black-armored swordsmen walked up to the carriage and said respectfully to the carriage: "Miss Qi and the young Marquis, my subordinates found a seriously injured and dying man in the forest. I don't know how to make a decision. Please tell me and the young Marquis."
Down."
There was silence in the carriage for a while, and then a soft female voice rang out: "Meeting someone means we are destined to meet him. Since we have met him, we cannot ignore him and carry him down for treatment."
"Yes, miss." The two black-armored swordsmen sighed secretly. They had known this would be the result. The miss is so kind. Now they are in a difficult situation. It is really inconvenient to bring such a sword with them. I don't know if they can survive.
Many of their brothers who were seriously injured and lost their fighting ability voluntarily fell behind in order not to drag down the team. Originally, the two of them did not intend to care about this matter, but they could not pass the test of conscience, so they invited their young commander to
Go, as a young marshal, he will not care about the life and death of irrelevant people. As long as the young marshal gives the order, it is not their problem. But God is not as good as man, and the young marshal actually fell in love with someone else's sword and took it.
Whether it is true or false, it is naturally not good to ignore it.
The two black-armored swordsmen were about to carry the young man down for treatment when they heard a soft female voice in the carriage say: "Give him this."
The car curtain opened a gap, and a hand as white and delicate as fine porcelain poked out from the gap, placed a porcelain bottle on the shaft of the car, and then quickly retracted it.
When the two black-armored swordsmen saw the porcelain bottle, a trace of envy and jealousy arose in their hearts, and they secretly cursed the boy's bad luck. The lady even took out this healing medicine, and they, the black-armored guards, only
This is how you are treated after a serious injury.
He carried the young man down, treated the horrific wounds, applied medicine and bandaged them, then dissolved a blue-green elixir in the porcelain bottle that was filled with a pleasant medicinal fragrance with water, poured it into the young man's mouth, and then poured it into the young man's mouth.
The young man put himself into a carriage loaded with luggage and sundries and ignored it.
The convoy quickly continued on the road, and no one noticed that the young man who was thrown here in the last carriage moved his fingers quickly.
After Mo Wen woke up, his first reaction was to shake the sword in his hand, but felt that it was empty. Then he quickly touched the side, but still couldn't touch it. However, because the excessive movement affected the injury on his body, he couldn't help but groan.
He opened his heavy eyes with difficulty, and the first thing he saw was a square wooden board shaking constantly above him, and then he felt that his body was also shaking regularly. The familiar friction sound of the axle let him know that he was now inside a carriage.
中.Looking at the body again, all the wounds were wrapped in thick cloth, which had obviously been treated, and the misaligned bones in the chest had also been corrected.
"Why are you here? I remember that I was chased by an eighth-level copper-headed flying ape. In the end, I was slapped by its claws, fell into a river, and then lost consciousness. But it was deep in the Manniu Mountain. Why?
Will he appear here inexplicably? Could it be that someone saved me?"
Mo Wen struggled for a while and wanted to sit up, but he felt tearing pain all over his body, especially the place where his chest was hit by the copper-headed flying ape, which was more like a crack. In the end, he had to give up the idea of doing it. He lay on the spot to recover.
After a moment of exertion, he turned his head to take stock of his surroundings.
This is a spacious carriage, but most of the space is occupied by boxes and sundries of different sizes. It is obviously a carriage carrying things. It seems that the person who saved him did not save himself deliberately, maybe.
Just do it smoothly, otherwise you wouldn't have thrown yourself into such a carriage and wouldn't have sent anyone to look after you.
But this is fine, he can calm down and recover his sword energy as soon as possible. The life in the mountains for more than half a month has made him understand a truth, everything is false, only strength is the most real. For more than half a month, he is in danger all the time.
During this period, he might be attacked by dangerous monsters while eating, sleeping or even peeing and peeing. If he hadn't acquired the cultivation of a spirit sword master and mastered the "Leng Yue" technique that he got from Xiao Hei, he wouldn't have been able to survive.
Come down.
Now I don’t know where I am, and whether the person who saved me is an enemy? I don’t know any of this. Only by regaining strength as soon as possible can we maintain the initiative. After encountering a series of major changes and going through the test of survival for nearly twenty days, Mo Wen,
Now my mind is very mature, and the shadow of Mo Wen before has completely disappeared.
Silently running the heart trick, the weak sword energy dispersed in the limbs and bones in the body began to slowly gather, and began to nourish his own wounds in a targeted manner, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth flowed from the top of the head through the sword veins to refine and strengthen the sword energy.
He didn't know what level of cultivation he had now, but he was able to kill level seven monsters with his "Leng Yue" enlightenment. Of course, it was not easy, because "Leng Yue" was something he realized when he almost lost his mind that night.
, it is still not fully mastered. The sword energy in the body is almost gone when one sword goes out. Even if you try your best to restrain yourself, you can only send out two swords. However, the power of "Leng Yue" is undoubted. It can easily tear seven swords within ten feet.
For the defense of monsters below level 7, he relied solely on the two "Leng Yue" moves to survive in dangers for more than half a month. No monster below level 7 could withstand a sword, but it was against level 8 monsters.
There was no choice but to break their skin and flesh, but not to damage their muscles and bones. This may have something to do with his level.
Of course, the progress in twenty days of life and death experience is obvious. After being able to use the "Leng Yue" sword twice, there is still some sword energy left. Otherwise, he would not have survived the last time he was chased by the bronze-headed flying ape.
Mo Wen silently recovered from his injuries without alerting his rescuers. Naturally, no one looked at him deliberately. During the treatment, Mo Wen also discovered that there was a warm spiritual power in his body. This spiritual power had no offensive power, but it was very effective against his injuries.
It has a miraculous effect. Under this spiritual power, his injuries are healing at an extremely fast speed. At this speed, it is estimated that he will be healed in three or four days.
Mo Wen was surprised at the extra spiritual power at first, but finally he saw the clues, because he had been taking medicine for many years, and he often took those powerful tonic medicines with strong spiritual energy such as ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, and Polygonum multiflorum.
The breath is very sensitive, and the warm spiritual power contains the smell of medicine. In this way, it seems that I have taken some holy medicine for healing.
The person who saved him was not so stingy. At least he could give himself this miraculous healing medicine. He could heal an injury of this level in three or four days. As far as he knew, there was absolutely no such thing in the Sword-Forging Villa!
I don't know how long it took, but the carriage suddenly stopped with a shudder. Mo Wen immediately stopped practicing and healing his wounds, but still closed his eyes tightly and pretended to be unconscious. Soon, the sound of the car curtains being lifted was heard in his ears, and a man
The black-armored swordsman looked inside and saw that Mo Wen had not woken up, so he put down the car curtain and ignored it.
After that, Mo Wen did not deliberately heal his injuries, but waited quietly. His spiritual sense could sense a distance of fifty feet. Now the entire convoy was under his induction. In addition to the auras of more than sixty ordinary people in the convoy,
There are six spiritual energy fluctuations belonging to the spirit sword master. One of them is stronger than Uncle Wu, but it is very obscure and obviously deliberately restrained. The other four are weaker and have similar strengths. The last one is relatively weak. In a car
In the carriage, the four spirit sword masters of average strength were guarding the carriage where the weakest spirit sword master was.
After a while, the car curtain was opened again, and a person walked in. Then Mo Wen felt his upper body being lifted up, and when his lips were heated, a warm viscous substance flowed into his mouth.
Mo Wen tasted a mixture of rice and noodles. Now that his stomach was empty, he swallowed it all without hesitation.
After feeding him the liquid food, Mo Wen felt his body being put back down again. The car curtains rang, and the man who smelled of him had gone out. Only then did Mo Wen open his eyes again. The light coming from the window was already very dim, and it looked like he was gone.
It was almost night. I sighed silently, continued to practice the Heart Technique with my eyes closed, and used sword energy to heal my wounds.
After a night of silence, the convoy continued on its journey the next day. Although it did not encounter any danger, Mo Wen clearly felt a tense atmosphere because the people in the convoy seldom talked or even gossiped at all, so Mo Wen was at a loss.
Determine where you are now, or the identity of the other person.
The other party was obviously wary of me, and even a little repelled. Except for someone who fed me liquid food on time every meal, no one cared about my physical condition at all. However, not asking about this made me feel relieved, and I made up my mind to recover from my injuries.
Then he left, looking for an opportunity to repay the favor later.
After another day passed, Mo Wen's injuries were mostly healed through the triple effects of medicine, sword energy and his own physical constitution. Except for a few serious injuries that were exposed, the other wounds had basically healed.
"It's time to leave. After tonight, I will make it clear to the owner of the convoy that I will get my sword back and then leave." Mo Wen thought to himself.
But God didn't want him to leave peacefully. On this afternoon, less than an hour after the team had just taken the noon break and hit the road, several powerful spiritual energy fluctuations came from the front of the team, and then many powerful auras appeared around the team.
Mo Wen's heart tightened, and he stood up and looked out through the gap in the car window.
At this time, the entire convoy has stopped. There are three middle-aged knights standing side by side on the road ahead. The leader of them is wearing a brocade robe with a long sword hanging on his waist and two long beards. He looks like a well-educated and wealthy merchant.
, while the person on the left is holding a long sword, with a gloomy face, slender eyebrows, and eyes that are as cold as poisonous snakes when they are open and closed, while the person on the right is tall, tall and majestic, and is carrying an unsheathed sword on his back.
The open chest revealed lush chest hair, like an uncivilized barbarian beast. The long swords of the three of them all swayed with strong spiritual power fluctuations, and they were obviously spiritual sword masters.
At the same time, a famous knight walked out of the dense forest on both sides, slowly approaching the convoy on the road in a fan shape. These people were dressed in chaos, including cloth shirts, robes, animal skins, and armor, and some were even mixed.
The matching looks nondescript, but these people all have fierce eyes and a strong and desperate aura.
Dozens of black-armored guards in the convoy had quickly moved into a defensive formation to protect the three carriages. Of course, the focus was on the exquisite carriage at the front. Then dozens of people yelled and drew out their long swords almost simultaneously, and there was a serious wave.
A chilling air filled the air. The miscellaneous troops approaching from both sides were frightened by the momentum and couldn't help but stop. However, they had surrounded the convoy, and the total number of them was almost two hundred.
"Hahahaha, the Black Wind Iron Guard, who is worthy of the famous name, can suppress the momentum of the two hundred desperadoes under me with more than sixty people." On the road, the man who looked like a businessman laughed.
In the convoy, Governor Zhang urged his horses to come out of the crowd, stared at the three people in front of him, and said coldly: "Who are you? What are you trying to do to stop our convoy here?"
Before the businessman could speak, the tall and majestic man on his right who looked like a humanoid beast laughed and said, "Haha, are you an idiot? You can't even tell. Of course we are.
Here to rob. By the way, I met a few blind piles on the road and chopped them down. You can click on them to see if they are enough."
The majestic man reached out and picked up a long string of black spherical objects from the saddle, laughed wildly and threw them into the open space in front of him. Those black spherical objects were immediately scattered by the ground, and they turned out to be bloody human heads, but these were
Everyone wears helmets similar to those worn by the black-armored guards of the motorcade.
Seeing these heads, Governor Zhang's eyes instantly became extremely cold. A terrifying aura erupted from his body, and the spiritual energy fluctuations unique to the spirit sword master that he had deliberately suppressed were completely released. The more than sixty black-armored guards also saw the past.
Each of Paoze's heads had eyes that were about to burst, staring at the majestic man with hatred, but the deep-rooted sense of discipline kept them from moving rashly, even though they wanted to tear the enemy into pieces.
The eight heads on the ground are the scouts sent out by the convoy. They are responsible for investigating the situation within ten miles in the four directions, front, rear, left and right. They all have the skills of first-class swordsmen, and because of their background and experience, their killing methods are better than their sword skills.
Strong, but just like that, four groups of eight people were killed silently, and the team didn’t even receive any news beforehand! dd