There were seven people on the fleeing side, all wearing night clothes. Among them, the tallest one was holding a goose-feather knife. He frequently fought with the faster pursuers behind him to cover his companions' escape.
“Dangdangdang…”
The tall man turned around while jumping and blocked three darts. The blade and the iron darts struck out a string of sparks in the night. Using the momentum brought by the darts, he leaped to the side of a tree, stretched his legs and kicked, then accelerated again and fled forward.
There were more than a dozen pursuers, all of whom had excellent martial arts skills. They kept chasing the man in black in front of them and occasionally threw darts or even stones picked up from the mountains at the front, but most of them were blocked by the last man in black.
"Xiang Feng, hand over the Sword Intent Note and I will leave your bodies intact!!"
As a man in white shouted this, he stepped on a tree with all his strength and rushed forward, swinging a nine-section steel whip forward like a poisonous snake.
"Bullshit, I will definitely have sex with all your wife and daughters before killing them!!"
"Dang~"
The man in black blocked the attack and used the force from a nearby tree, but the man in white behind him hit his nine-section whip with his left hand, causing the whip to turn around like a poisonous snake and chase after the man in black.
"court death!"
"boom…"
The steel whip directly blew a small piece of the tree trunk, and the flying wood chips disturbed the vision. The right hands of two people in the back who had accumulated strength shot out like bows at the same time.
Whizzing…
“Dang…” “Puff…”
One dart was hastily blocked and another dart exploded, splashing blood. The sturdy man in black was finally injured, with a dart hitting his left shoulder.
However, the steel whip was still sweeping back and forth in front of him like a long stick or a snake, making the man in black break out in a cold sweat.
"Drink~"
He gathered all his energy and swung his sword wildly.
“Pah pah pah pah pah…”
A large number of branches were cut off by the black-clothed man named Xiang Feng. He stretched out his legs and kicked the branches backwards. He did not dare to delay alone any longer and fled forward with all his might.
The man in black originally thought that stealing the Sword Intent Note would be an easy task, but he didn't expect that the old man from the Fan family was still very strong despite his advanced age. In order to deal with that old guy, two of the Thirteen Thieves of Yan died.
The remaining eleven thieves fled after obtaining the Sword Intent Post. The Fan family was almost mad when they saw that their old master had been killed by the bandits. They issued a call to the entire Dingyuan martial arts world: whoever kills the thieves will not only be given the Sword Intent Post, but also be told all the insights gained by the Fan family through years of painstaking comprehension.
For a time, the martial arts world of Dingyuan Prefecture was in turmoil, and masters from all walks of life gathered together just to hunt down the Thirteen Thieves of Yan.
"Sword Intent Post" was left by Zuo Kuangtu, a peerless master known as the Sword Immortal in former years, before his death. The text in it implies some of Zuo Kuangtu's sword moves and sword intent, and directly points to the place where he will be buried with his sword before his death. There is a rumor in the martial arts world: If you can understand the Sword Intent Post, you can find Zuo Kuangtu's tomb and obtain his peerless martial arts secrets and the magical long sword Qingying.
No one expected that the "Sword Intent Post" that once caused a bloody storm in the martial arts world had actually been hidden in the Fan family of Dingyuan. No one expected that the Fan family would make the news public in order to seek revenge.
At this moment, all the martial arts masters who were chasing were vying for the lead, and this group of people had fought several times after finding the remaining eleven thieves, reducing them to seven thieves. They already had a tacit understanding with each other that they must seize the sword letter before others or even masters from other states of Beppu come to join in the fun.
And for the sake of the Fan family's promise, the Thirteen Thieves of Yan must be killed!
. . .
The men in black became more and more anxious as they fled, and originally planned to use the mountains and forests to escape pursuit, but the dozen or so people behind him were all skilled fighters and were chasing them too closely, leaving them no chance at all.
In fact, many of the men in black in front were injured, and now the leader Xiang Feng was also hit by a dart, making the situation even more critical.
"Brother, this won't work. We can't outlast them!"
"Damn it, damn Fan Tong, he's still causing us trouble even after his death! If all else fails, we'll just fight at the front!"
The leading man in black grabbed the scroll in his arms with a rage, leaped to a relatively open rocky mountain in front, and raised the scroll in his hand high.
The other men in black fell behind him, gasping for breath.
"You bunch of mad dogs, you just want the sword spirit note, if you push us too far, I will tear up this broken letter!!!"
As he spoke, Xiang Feng had already opened the rolled-up copybook.
Behind them, the pursuing masters landed nearby, about two feet away from the men in black.
The man in white sneered.
"You still want to struggle when you are about to die. What if you destroyed the calligraphy left by Zuo Jianxian? As long as you have the experience gained by General Fan over the years, it will be the same!"
"Hehe, Jiang Chongli, you can think this way, but will the people around you think so? If the little insights of the Fan family were useful, wouldn't they have gone to find Zuo Kuangtu's peerless swordsmanship and magic weapons by themselves a long time ago?"
There was a brief silence between the two sides as the man in black sneered and mocked.
Xiang Feng didn't really think about taking the Sword Intent Note away this time. He just wanted to escape. When he was about to say something else, a strong mountain wind suddenly blew.
Woo~~~Woo~~~~~~
The strong wind blew up leaves and dust, making the night even darker. Xiang Feng's grip suddenly loosened and the copybook was blown into the air by the wind.
"not good!!"
"Sword Intent Note!!"
"Grab it!!!"
Many people on the pursuer side immediately jumped into the air, performing light skills to jump up and try to grab the Sword Intent Notice.
As soon as Xiang Feng felt a surge of hatred, he suddenly realized that it was an opportunity. He quietly leaped backwards with many black-clad bandits, taking advantage of the strong wind and the chaos of those chasing after the Sword Intent Post to escape.
In the open space in the forest, many skilled fighters jumped up to grab the sword, and some even attacked others in the air, trying to snatch the Sword Intent Note first.
It was a pity that the wind was so strange that the Sword Intent Post was suddenly lifted up when it was about to be touched by the man in white, and was swept directly into the sky.
Woo~~~~Woo~~~~~
More fallen leaves, dead branches and dust swept in, and the knights reached the limit of their leaping skills and fell down one after another. When they looked up into the sky again, the calligraphy had disappeared into the night, and there was no trace of the remaining bandits on the ground.
"Damn it!! How damned!"
"Alas, all efforts were in vain!!"
"This wind is too weird!"
"Are you still going to chase her?"
"Humph, let's find the Sword Intention Note first!"
To be on the safe side, the group of wanderers split into two groups and searched in two possible directions.
. . .
On an unnamed peak of Niukui Mountain, Lu Shanjun was lying lazily at the entrance of a cave. In his tiger paw was a relatively miniature copy of calligraphy, which was the sword-intentioned copy he had picked up when he passed by somewhere in the mountains before.
The sharp fingernails gently pushed aside the copybook, revealing the hundreds of words written on the slightly yellowed paper in a powerful and forceful manner.
"A good word! Unfortunately, it's nothing special."
Although the words sounded fierce, they were completely spiritual. They were indeed left by the so-called "Sword Immortal" among ordinary warriors. However, the tiger that was about to open its mouth to swallow the hidden beast suddenly stopped.
'But it's a good word!'
Thinking of this, the huge tiger slowly stood up and rushed into the forest with the breeze.
More than an hour later, they arrived at a valley near Ning'an County.
A red fox had its tail stepped on by a huge tiger claw that was almost as big as its body.
"Woo... woo..."
The red fox's body was stiff and trembling. It did not dare to struggle too much. Instead, it turned around carefully and in a very human way, putting its two front paws together as if begging the tiger for help.
Lu Shanjun raised his tiger mouth slightly, revealing his terrifying fangs.
"Haha, I've known for a long time that you, a fox, have developed intelligence. I also know that you often go down the mountain to Ning'an County to steal chickens and ducks from farmers. Have you ever seen the blind master who once lived in the temple on Waifeng Mountain?"
“Woo woo woo…”
The fox nodded without any resistance.
"It's good that you recognize me. Do something for me."
After saying this, a scroll of calligraphy floated out of the tiger's mouth. A thin rope made of tiger hair was wrapped around it and it was directly hung on the red fox's back and hidden under the red hair.
"Go to Shuixian Town and Ning'an County to find Mr. Ji for me. If you can find him, please give him this copybook on my behalf. Since you have my hair tangled around you, Mr. Ji will not attack you. But remember not to disturb his peace. Do you remember?"
Find Mr. Ji's residence and give this calligraphy to him on my behalf. He is blind but a hermit. He must have known the calligraphy.
“Woo woo woo!”
The red fox only dared to respond weakly.
The fierce light in Lu Shanjun's tiger eyes faded, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face, and he loosened his tiger claws.
"Very good, this is also your good fortune. No matter whether you can find the master or not, don't be too smart. Go!"
The red fox took a few steps with a slight tremor, looked back at the mountain tiger, then quickened its pace and dashed away into the forest.
Lu Shanjun watched the red fox disappear, thinking to himself that giving calligraphy and paintings as a gift should not be considered cliché.