The half-thrown body was suddenly grabbed by someone. Meng Fuyao struggled, but she had no strength to move forward. She whispered, "Go and save her..." Before she finished speaking, a figure flashed in front of her eyes, and someone rushed over from the cliff above. Get down and rush out faster than her.
Out of the corner of Meng Fuyao's eyes, Meng Fuyao could only see the opponent's purple and blue colored robe swinging, and then a strong arm stretched out from the cliff, grasped the crack in the stone, and swung the knife with one hand, and the knife was thrown up.
Meng Fuyao stepped forward to catch it, the child's eyes were wide open, but he still didn't cry, Meng Fuyao sighed and asked her, "Are you hurt? Why are you here?"
Xiao Dao pursed his lips and did not answer, looking down the cliff, a man in a colorful robe jumps up there, with thick and black eyebrows, he is the Tie Cheng who claims to "marry the city lord" and scolds Meng Fuyao Square .
He stood angrily on the cliff, not caring that the pursuers below had already discovered what was going on here and rushed forward one after another, standing at the entrance of the cave with raised eyebrows, staring at Meng Fuyao inside the cave, scolding, "You have no credibility!"
Meng Fuyao was stunned, "What did you say?"
"You have no credibility!" Tiecheng accused, "You are mine, but you are in love with someone else!"
Meng Fuyao choked for a moment, suddenly raised his head, and said angrily, "Damn you follow, you peep!"
"So what!" Tie Cheng pouted, "I want to marry you!"
Meng Fuyao gritted his teeth and said in a hissing voice, "I didn't agree!"
"I promise to do it!"
Meng Fuyao stared at this dumb-headed young man, and felt that it was completely unwise to scold him. The pursuers were approaching, so why bother? Yuan Zhaoxu said calmly behind him, "Is the quarrel over? Remember to follow after the quarrel."
He picked up the knife that had been staring at him strangely, stretched out his hand and pulled Meng Fuyao, and said, "Follow me, don't leave me no matter what."
Tiecheng cursed, "I'm not with you..."
Yuan Zhaoxu didn't look back, "I didn't count you in."
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The Rong who searched the mountain today is a deputy general of the Rong army. Someone sneaked into the camp at midnight tonight, and shot a rocket from a condescending height, which almost burned the main tent. Seeing it as ominous, the enraged military leader sent him to chase after him, no matter what, he wanted to capture the villain who shocked the camp in the middle of the night and tear him to pieces.
This lieutenant general is a cautious person, he clearly saw that the escaped man was petite and his martial arts foundation was extremely weak, and he escaped so far only by relying on his familiarity with the terrain, but he still gathered thousands of soldiers and chased him all the way to Haoyang Mountain.
Xiaodao fell off the cliff and was rescued. He was seen by Rong soldiers. After passing the whistle, all the torches gathered together, tightened layer by layer, and surrounded the mountain.
Lieutenant General Rong went up the mountain in person, surrounded by guards. He didn't shy away from small knives, but he saw that the man who rescued the small knives was very skilled. know its existence.
When he got near the cliff, a small white shadow suddenly flashed in front of him. The lieutenant looked down and vaguely saw a fat and white animal that looked like a rabbit or a mouse. Continue to block upward step by step.
He didn't know, the fat white shadow went straight down the mountain, found the horse that had been riding earlier, sprinted up, grabbed the horse's mane with its claws, and pulled it straight.
The horse is not a well-known Shangyang Palace horse that has been trained. It does not know the fixed paws of Master Yuan Bao, so it does not move at all. Master Yuan Bao is in a hurry. When the master comes out tonight, he strictly orders the guards not to follow him. It shoulders the important task of delivering news. Damn stupid horse, don't you know that Mr. Yuan Bao's riding posture is special
Angry and depressed, Mr. Yuan Bao jumped up and bit the horse's neck viciously. The horse suffered from pain, and ran straight with a long hiss. As soon as Mr. Yuan Bao let go of his mouth, he was almost thrown into the air. He quickly grabbed the horse's mane, It swayed eastward and westward all the way out.
The villagers who got up early to work that night saw such a strange scene-a horse galloped across the wilderness without a driver, and a fat white ball was floating on the horse's mane.
Master Yuan Bao ran all the way to do what he should do, the lieutenant had no idea of the great use of this mouse, his eyes were fixed on the cliff, guessing where the other party was hiding.
The soldiers kept dialing their spears in the grass, expecting to find their hiding place. After finding nothing, the lieutenant general focused his eyes on the shallow cave, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. You can escape, why not? Hiding in this hole, isn't it self-inflicted death if the pyre is smothered in smoke
The cave was dark and silent, sometimes dark red sparks could be seen from the extinguished fire, but it was not as bright as the eyes of the people on the top of the cave. Meng Fuyao was involuntarily held in Yuan Zhaoxu's arms, his faint fragrance and fresh water vapor Getting into her nose was a comfortable smell, Meng Fuyao moved his body uneasily, but was held even tighter by Yuan Zhaoxu.
Sniffing, Meng Fuyao quietly wrote on Yuan Zhaoxu's palm with his fingers, "Why don't we go?" With Yuan Zhaoxu's strength, it is easy to escape, even with two burdens.
Yuan Zhaoxu also quietly wrote in her palm, "Since they are here, let's kill them together, so as to save trouble in the future."
Meng Fuyao twitched her lips, "What a big tone, one person killed three thousand?"
The two cheeks were touching, and Meng Fuyao felt that Yuan Zhaoxu seemed to be smiling. In the darkness, his eyes were shining, and he wrote in Meng Fuyao's palm more slowly, "I can kill three thousand by myself, and you can kill me by yourself. You are the best!" some."
Meng Fuyao couldn't help laughing, but also felt itchy in her palms, Yuan Zhaoxu's fingers were too light, not like writing but like scratching, she was ticklish, she bit her lips desperately to prevent herself from laughing, the color of her lips became brighter Like blood.
Suddenly he heard a cold snort above his head, but it was Tie Cheng who was squatting on the rock above them. He stared at the two of them angrily, and carved on the stone wall with his vertical finger, "The enemy is still flirting!"
Meng Fuyao choked, and was a bit maladapted to the word flirting, but she was still not used to being disadvantaged in front of Tie Cheng, so she immediately drew her finger in the air, "None of your business"!
Tie Cheng was so angry that he wanted to jump off as soon as he jumped up, but Yuan Zhaoxu suddenly waved his sleeves.
A purple light passed by suddenly, and the air suddenly became thinner and colder. Tie Cheng felt as if his knees were frozen by ice, and he froze there.
He stared at Yuan Zhaoxu in horror, but Yuan Zhaoxu turned his head to look at the wall, a smile flashed in his eyes, he wiped it with his fingers, and carved a few more words.
Tie Cheng's inscription immediately changed to, "On the eighth night of the twelfth lunar month in the year of Renshen, when the clouds were raining, Zhaoxu flirted with his wife here."
Meng Fuyao looked back and saw that his face was on fire, it was scorched black, his white teeth were sharper and sharper, and he really wanted to bite someone.
But she didn't have time to chew on it, and there were footsteps outside the cave.
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The footsteps of the deputy general of the Rong army finally stopped in front of the cave. After checking all around, those few people could not fly with wings, they must be here.
Soldiers gathered in black, blocking the cave like a city wall, winding for several miles, with weapons like iron arrays standing upright, shining blue phosphorescence like a long snake under the moon.
No one can step over this dense formation of weapons with one person's strength, even if one person gives a palm, it will still be exhausting to death.
"Burn it for me!" The lieutenant crossed his legs and stared at the cave, coldly ordered, and the white teeth gleamed like animal teeth in the dark night.
The general said that he wanted to chop the body of the person who ruined the account into thousands of pieces, so he took the charred body back and chopped it up for him.
The firewood pile had been set up, but there was still no movement in the cave. The lieutenant general sneered and chopped down heavily with his hands.
A soldier was holding a torch to light a fire when the tower of pyre suddenly gave way, and a thick branch from the top fell and smashed his head.
The rest of the people changed color a little, and retreated subconsciously—the Rong people have many rules in battle, and one of the most important ones is that they are injured before the battle, which is unlucky.
The deputy general looked at the firewood carefully for a while, and recalled that there was nothing shot out of the cave just now. It seemed to be a coincidence, he frowned, and waved his hand. The guard behind him stepped forward again holding a torch.
This time he walked halfway, suddenly his legs gave up without a sound, and then he rolled on the ground, rolling, and his head suddenly rolled away.
Under the watchful eyes of thousands of eyes, the head rolled away peacefully, no blood flowed out, no exclamation, and even the previous look of prying and carefulness remained on the head, it didn't even look like a head anymore, but like A kicked ball.
On a moonlit night, in the deep mountains, in front of a cave, the head of a fallen person suddenly falls silently and rolls to your feet, what kind of feeling would that be
At least the lieutenant general was almost insane.
He yelled "Aw", and subconsciously raised his leg and kicked the head away.
"Wave"
There was a very low sound, which sounded like a sigh of a person in the empty silence. The head suddenly exploded, and countless froth of flesh and blood flew out under the frosty moonlight. A tiny solid object was released, whirling and whirling, covering the dense crowd all around.
How does it feel to be covered in the flesh and blood of a partner who eats and sleeps with you every day? Thrilling, nauseating, and a nightmare for even the bravest warrior.
The lieutenant fell down screaming miserably, and at this moment, all the places on his body that were stained were smoking, and there were holes deep enough to see the bones.
"Curse! The curse of the devil!"
In an instant in front of the cave, corpses fell all over the place. They died inexplicably and horribly. These rare Rong soldiers were already stunned. With trembling hands and swords raised, they didn't know where the enemy was, but they insisted on refusing to run away. .
The military regulations of the Rong people were strict, and those who fled before the battle beheaded their entire families, so these soldiers were heartbroken but did not dare to leave. Some even tried to throw their own torches over from afar.
In the cave, Meng Fuyao's gaze wandered, staring at Yuan Zhaoxu thoughtfully, what method he used to kill people just now, even she didn't see it, it didn't feel like martial arts, but she couldn't tell what it was.
Yuan Zhaoxu's martial arts style is rare in the Wuzhou Continent. It is neither righteous nor evil. Where it is bright, it is brilliant, and where it is strange, blood drips silently. road number.
And his move, cutting down the generals, cutting down the heart, taking away the mind and mind, is exactly the strategy of the military strategist, playing psychological tactics, but the soldiers are stubborn and refuse to retreat. What they are facing is still a dead end.
She raised her eyes, and saw a torch spinning and flying outside the cave, about to fall to the dry pyre.
"Crack!"
Ziying flashed, as fast as a stream of light, Yuan Zhaoxu, who had been playing with shades before, suddenly moved.
With a sweep of his body, he went out of the cave, kicked the pile of firewood, and the thick branches shot straight in all directions like sharp arrows, truly covering the body indiscriminately. After hitting again and again, the soldiers immediately fell down like dominoes, and each branch was enough to knock down four or five people. In an instant, they fell down like a bunch of rice, spraying blood and bile all over the sky.
Tie Cheng also rushed out with Yuan Zhaoxu. He didn't have Yuan Zhaoxu's unparalleled internal strength, but he was good at melee combat. Yuan Zhaoxu confronted the enemy's soldiers, intending to take a detour into the cave, but he stabbed them one by one, or two.
Yuan Zhaoxu kicked a tree branch and killed and injured dozens of people, but he didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue. He returned to the original place in a flash, brushed past Tie Cheng, and ordered, "Trouble, you stay here."
Tie Cheng stabbed the heart of a soldier who rushed over with a knife, wiped the blood off his face and said angrily, "Then what are you doing?"
"I'm tired. I'm not as brave as you." Yuan Zhaoxu replied leisurely from inside the cave.
Tie Cheng was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He killed or injured dozens of people with just one kick. Would he be tired? Turning around and cursing, "Why are you crazy! Hurry up and rush out of the siege by taking advantage of this gap, or we will be exhausted to death! No one can escape!"
Yuan Zhaoxu simply ignored him, and Tie Cheng was so angry that he raised his knife and walked back to cut him, but another soldier rushed up, so he had to turn around and put on the opponent's knife loudly, and continued his endless labor.
Meng Fuyao couldn't help shaking his head, and murmured, "You are unlucky to meet him, and everyone is unlucky to meet him..."
Yuan Zhaoxu came back to her just in time, and said with a slight smile, "Meeting you is the worst luck for me."
Leaning against the mountain wall, he actually lit another fire, and asked Meng Fuyao to warm up the fire with his knife, and let Tie Cheng fight like a mad tiger outside, Meng Fuyao couldn't bear it, said, "Hey, don't you help him? "
"If I want to marry you, there's no reason not to pay the price." Yuan Zhaoxu acted nonchalantly, "Otherwise I wouldn't be reconciled."
Meng Fuyao said with a bitter face, "From now on, I won't talk to you, you can block me every time I say a word, and I have nothing to say."
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled, and with a sudden wave of his hand that was poking firewood, a half-burnt wooden stick with sparks flew out in an instant, just as Tiecheng's feet were limp from the beating, and his body tilted to reveal a gap, and he was about to be chopped down With a knife, the burning wooden stick appeared miraculously just right, hit the soldier with good martial arts in the face with a slap, and immediately punched his head.
Tie Cheng paused, and reluctantly turned around to thank him for saving his life, Yuan Zhaoxu said flatly, "Concentrate on fighting."
Tiecheng wanted to scold again, but he was hit with a "choking" stick, so he had no choice but to catch it desperately, and had no time to argue with Yuan Zhaoxu, who had the upper hand.
Meng Fuyao laughed "ha", and said, "I found out, you are cultivating his subordinate consciousness."
"This young man's martial arts are not weak, and his temperament is also loyal and brave. It's just that his personality is too strong and too self-centered." Yuan Zhaoxu found some pine cones buried in the fire and handed them to Meng Fuyao, "Kill his vigor and raise his spirit." Cultivate his sense of attachment, and there will be one more person to protect you in the future, you must know that Yao Xun is too slippery and unreliable."
Meng Fuyao was silent, looking down at the peeled pine nuts that Yuan Zhaoxu handed to her palm, the pine nuts that had been blown off were clean and bright, each one was like jade, exquisite and smooth, like a loving heart held out by a treasurer.
She slowly spread the hot pine nuts on her face, and the warmth that touches the skin has been warming to the bottom of her heart.
With a flash of light and shadow in front of his eyes, Yuan Zhaoxu floated out again. He always went out "just in time" at the moment when Tie Cheng couldn't support himself, and raised his hand to kill dozens of people, suppressing those brave soldiers for a while. He retreated to give Tiecheng a chance to breathe, and then went back to the cave to "rest when he was tired", refusing to exert any more strength.
Tie Cheng's hair was disheveled and he was out of breath. Yuan Zhaoxu would say a few words in a cool manner when he came back from the beating and passed by him. He didn't want to fight Yuan Zhaoxu because he was thinking about the people in the cave and his own responsibilities. Slowly, if Tiecheng realized something, he began to learn to use Yuan Zhaoxu's words to fight against the enemy. Gradually, he felt that he was lucky and used his energy. Reasonable, and the moves are more incisive and pure.
Meng Fuyao watched from a distance, and said enviously, "This kid is lucky." Yuan Zhaoxu smiled lightly.
The moon set on the west mountain and the sun set on the east, and then slowly climbed down to the west. The light and shadow in the cave went from dark to bright and then to dark for more than half a cycle. Tiecheng, who had been fighting fiercely for a whole day, finally softened, and in the distance, there was a sharp sound The whistle sounded.
Yuan Zhaoxu, who kept his eyes closed all the time, opened his eyes and said, "You can go."
Meng Fuyao had already seen that he was delaying time, and knew that Mr. Yuan Bao's absence must be a trick, so he didn't ask any more questions, and Yuan Zhaoxu helped her up, and Yuan Zhaoxu took her up with one hand, saying, "Hold me .”
Meng Fuyao was awkward, and said, "I'll go by myself."
It's a pity that Yuan Zhaoxu's inquiry was just a polite word, and before she finished embarrassing, she had already fled away, and Meng Fuyao bumped into his chest with a thud, so she had no choice but to hug him tightly.
When Yuan Zhaoxu went out this time, his killing style was very different from before, one step at a time, one blood mark, one step at a time, one corpse, and the gestures he stretched out with a faint smile, were like the seals of life summoned by the gods above the nine heavens. Wherever he passed, those people The fresh human body fell down like a wooden pile, and each fallen corpse had a blood hole between the eyebrows. The whole body was broken and limp like a snake. He smiled, embraced Meng Fuyao, and walked into the The crowd walked out amidst the blood and corpses all over the place, under the light of the moonlight, the light purple skirts were not stained with any dirt.
Killing one person in one step, never staying behind for a thousand miles!
The strange death of his companions, Yuan Zhaoxu's carelessness and coldness in killing people made the ferocious and brave Rong people finally start to be terrified, especially the twisted snake-like corpse, the Rong people who worshiped the human-faced and snake-body God Geri, couldn't help it. I think of the respected gods—this man in front of me, this man who destroys life like nothing, is it the incarnation of God Geri in the world
"He is not human!" Someone yelled and started to run away, "He is the messenger of God Geri!"
More people immediately fled subconsciously, "God is wrathful, send messengers to punish us!"
The Rong people who surrounded the cliffs and refused to retreat finally started to flee in all directions, but Yuan Zhaoxu, who had already planned carefully, forced them into the preset trap of delaying for a day and a night.
Those who fled were in a panic. There were three barely passable roads under the cliff, and the soldiers subconsciously rushed to the widest stone road. There was a repaired mountain road, neat and sweeping.
The Rong who charged first stopped suddenly. He saw a lone head rolling in front of him.
It's just a head.
However, the Narong soldiers immediately thought of the strange head that could explode, the general and companions who were inexplicably killed, and the pieces of meat that were still on them.
With a horrified cry, the soldier fled from the right path like a ghost, and fled into a trail overgrown with grass next to him. More soldiers rushed in like a tide.
That is a "way of death".
In one day and one night, Yuan Zhaoxu's secret war elites dug pits, poisoned them, laid nets, and set up ambushes, making the path full of quiet vines and vegetation, which looked normal, a place close to the soldiers. The last life terminator and soul destination of 3,000 people.
This is a one-person war against three thousand troops. From the very beginning, the rhythm of the war was completely in Yuan Zhaoxu's hands, from allowing the army to encircle him, to exploding his head; And fight against the enemy in place; until everything is properly arranged, then attack outrageously; They forced them to give up the impossible ambush, and chose to fall into the death trap.
These interlocking links should never be too early or too late, and if one wrong step is taken, all will be lost. This is the choice of a veteran general after careful thinking and sand table deduction, as well as intensive study of soldiers' psychology and the courage to use himself as a bait. However, Yuan Zhaoxu had been careless from the very beginning, taking the three thousand troops into his pocket step by step according to his plan.
Meng Fuyao leaned in front of Yuan Zhaoxu, watching the faint figures flickering among the dense vines in front of him, explosions and screams sounded one after another, blood splashed in the green jungle, splashed on the deep black rocks, and painted The sad and beautiful picture is not far away. The morning sun is about to rise, and a thin mist rises in the mountains and forests. It seems that it can't bear this bloody scene, and it is covered with a veil of warmth.
"Inhuman..." After a long time, Meng Fuyao murmured, and with her pride and stubbornness, she couldn't help blurting out, "I don't want to be your enemy in this life."
Yuan Zhaoxu brushed off the non-existent dust on his robe, and looked at her with a slight smile, "You can choose to be my relative in this life."
Meng Fuyao blinked and looked at him, feeling that since he explained his words, he has become more direct in speaking. She prides herself on being sharp-tongued, but she has never been able to deal with this kind of topic, so she had no choice but to turn her head away as if she hadn't heard it.
She turned her head and remained silent, leaning tightly on the small knife behind Yuan Zhaoxu's back, and suddenly pulled out a knife from her boot with a fierce look on her face, and stabbed at Yuan Zhaoxu viciously with a force and speed that ordinary children could not achieve. Xiang Yuanzhao boasted of his heart!