Author: Night Rain Lights

Seeing one of the familiar figures, Chen Zhuo couldn't help but be happy, but the closer he got to his eyes, the more he faded away and disappeared, and then he changed to nervousness, anxiety, fear...

The evening wind swept across the endless wilderness, like a sob cry, and the rolled grass leaves flew across the heaven and earth.

far away.

Two figures, one of them trembled sharply, and he walked forward with a swaying two steps.

He was originally a terrifying man with a tall and strong body of about two meters, like a troll, but after walking out a few steps, he seemed to be deflated and lost his strength. His burly body was visible to the naked eye and thin, and turned into a thin and shortened state.

Become an old lama with dry body.

After walking out a few steps, the man's legs became weak, he fell down and sat down, put his hands on, as if he had seen Chen Zhuo coming, glanced lightly, and then lowered his head, and was already exhausted.

The other person is not Wang Wu, but he is also a person close to him, Guo Yunshen.

The blood on Chen Zhuo's face faded unconsciously. Looking at Guo Yunshen from afar, he couldn't help but call, "Old Guo?"

However, when he said something, his face suddenly froze, but he saw Guo Yunshen's standing and firm body slowly leaning back and falling down.

"Old Guo!!!"

Chen Zhuo rolled off his horse and strode to catch up. Looking at Guo Yunshen who was lying on the ground, his eyes were red and he seemed to be able to seep blood.

It hasn't been seen for several years, and the old man's braid has been untied and his head is all white.

As he died, Guo Yunshen's eyes trembled, and he couldn't speak, as if he was looking at Chen Zhuo who was kneeling beside him. His breath was rapid and violent, and his undulating chest was moaning like a leaking bellows. His throat was

With a light wriggle, it was like a dam breaking out with blood, mixed with black red pieces.

Chen Zhuo's lips were slightly white, his heart trembled, and he wanted to use his strength to massage the old man, but his hands fell on Guo Yunshen's chest and tears in his eyes were hard to hold back.

The touches under the palm are all broken bones.

"I...I have a thousand-year-old ginseng here...it will definitely save you..."

Chen Zhuo was hurriedly trying to take out the jade box, but was gently pressed by one hand.

Guo Yunshen lay on the ground, first smiled at him with difficulty, then shook his head, but he didn't say a word in his mouth. He glanced at the depths of the wilderness, as if he was silently saying something.

The old man pointed at Chen Zhuo's palm and gently stroked it, that's

"Go and help your master quickly...I have no regrets..."

A few words of writing were written, Guo Yunshen's mouth and nose were bleeding, his pale cheeks were stained red by the choked blood, his bright eyes were also dimming quickly, and then his body seemed to be broken strings, his chest collapsed, and there was no movement again.

Twilight is about to end, and suddenly the wind is rising, and the ink clouds in the sky are rolling, like a black wave, sweeping and spreading out in all directions. The thunder in the clouds is brewing, rumbled across the sky, like golden snakes.

The lightning is coming when wandering around.

Looking at Guo Yunshen's body, Chen Zhuo was heartbroken.

But he knew that he could not delay at this moment, and someone else was fighting fiercely, and his life and death were uncertain.

"Junior Brother Chen goes..."

Hao Enguang and Shang Yunxiang were already here in the distance.

Chen Zhuo endured his grief and kowtowed three times, and had already rolled on his horse and rushed towards the depths of the wilderness.

The heavy rain poured down, and the vision was closer. A strange scene was shocked in the rain.

The four figures form one against three, and they remain unmoved, just like four statues of gods.

The man was a middle-aged man with a waxy complexion, and was as thin as a sick man. He was wearing a small blue coarse cloth jacket on the upper body, and a pair of brown wide-crotch bloomers on the lower body. He had big feet and two numb stings on his feet.

The rope-soled old cloth shoes stand quietly in the rain.

The remaining three people stood side by side and confronted them in the rain.

On the left is an old man with a bald eyebrows with a national face, with a clean face, wide robe and wide sleeves, and a white hair like silver frost on his head, braided like a Taoist priest with idle clouds and wild cranes.

In the middle is an old man with white beards. He is energetic, has a very big skeleton and is in a good state of air. He is wearing a black silk robe. His face is calm and he has a hint of redness. His hands naturally fall to his side, but his eyes are

It is a faint light.

The man on the right sleeve is empty, but he is a one-armed man, and he is also an old man. He is about 60 years old, but he is tall and tall, dressed casually, with coarse linen clothes, and barefoot. He is also the youngest among the three, although his temples are dyed.

Frost, however, its qi and blood are vigorous, like a fierce tiger with a strong face, black beard, and its hair is like a halberd. It is Wang Wu.

It has become a realm of mystery.

There were many corpses at the feet of the four people, not only humans but also beasts.

Not only that, there are more than a dozen dressed masters outside the battle circle who are dressed in different clothes to protect them, both men and women, neither going forward nor retreating, as if outsiders are not allowed to disturb the battle.

Thunder roared in the sky, and the clouds swept over, shaking the entire earth trembled.

Yunxia rode a fast horse and rushed forward like a quick electric shock.

The person on the horse's back glanced at Wang Wu's figure, and he let out a long roar, and suddenly he was dismounted, and he strode away, and he strode to catch up.

He was shocked to find a fierce murderous aura, and the masters immediately saw several figures appearing to meet him. The rabbits rise and fall, and their body movements turned into a hundred schools of thought, all of which were unheard of.

Chen Zhuo had no time to think about where Li Cunyi and Cheng Tinghua were, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his murderous intent was revealed.

Depending on the situation, these people are either disciples secretly trained by the old monster Tongxuan, or those tomb guards who have hidden their names.

A brief glance shows that the elderly are only fifty years old, and the young are only ones, both men and women.

Looking at the strange confrontation in the battle circle, Chen Zhuo's breath was relaxed.

Four figures rose and fell, two men and two women were already here to fight, and he was not allowed to step into the battle circle.

Without saying anything, life and death meet.

Chen Zhuo walked back with his hands, and two revolver pistols had been taken out. The four people facing him had slightly changed their eyes, and then he stared at the muzzle, and his body scattered around, as fast as a snake.

Seeing him holding a foreign gun, three of the masters who had scoundrels stood up, like kites drilling into the forest, and rushed towards him one after another in the rain.

There were even hidden weapons that broke through the air and flew into the air.

Chen Zhuo's feet were swinging and avoiding hidden weapons, but instead of shooting at the enemy near him, he pointed the gun away.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

After several gunshots, the three of them finally got up and fell down in the dodge, but they were seen through the movement of their bodies, and there were bullet holes on their hands, feet and chests.

The two of them were walking and flying quickly, their bodies were rising and falling, and they moved left and right, and they were dodging within ten steps. Seeing Chen Zhuo looking for distance, they immediately had a fierce light. When they were turning their guns, a woman had already punched her fist.

Punch to.

One person made a move, and someone stood on both sides of the left and right to follow, one person made a hand, and the other used tiger claws to capture and force it.

Chen Zhuo's mood became steadily. He slid backwards and a trace of water was slid on the grassland. His two guns were closed, and the moment the woman pressed forward, a bright sword light was like a snake.

It is usually spit out from the sleeve.

The sword is sharp, the sword is fast, but it is silent,

The woman's pupils shrank, her fist sank, and her attack slowed down. As her waist twisted, she avoided the tip of the knife trembling in front of her. She leaned sideways and blocked the blade, so she wanted to push it away, but unexpectedly, her arm only touched the blade body,

The long sword had turned its curved blade, and the tip of the knife stabbed back and pierced it under his left chest.

With a muffled groan, the tip of the knife broke the flesh and blood, and the woman turned over and fell down.

Another middle-aged man came to fight with his palm.

Chen Zhuo retreated rapidly, but the attack did not retreat. He pushed his left hand to meet him. The "Tiangang Power" stimulated the muscles all over his body to squirm wildly, and he swept the figures around his left and right sides at the corner of his eyes.

"Bang!"

With a trembling sound, the two palms collided in the sky, and the rain and foam between the two exploded.

The man wanted to make a move while evacuating his palm, but his expression was stuttering. His eyes drooped, and his chest was swept into half of the blade. He swung around his fingers and squirted, pulled out, and a single one was still squirming.

The trembling flesh and blood had been wrapped up.

The corpse fell to the ground, and blood surged in the empty chest.

The other two were frightened when they saw this ruthless method of wielding the knife, but the offensive did not slow down.

The palms and claws are rising and falling, and they are already close to each other.

Seeing Chen Zhuo killing two people in one battle with four instants, the masters who were surging the formation all stood up and rushed towards him.

A long spear suddenly emerged from the rain that was splashing in the sky. When the tip of the spear was raised, the woman who was pushing her palm was pierced and died on the spot.

The other man had already tugged at Chen Zhuo's right rib, but saw a collapsed punch flying towards him and clicking his wrist.

The man retreated and retreated, his fist retreated, and then followed him with another punch. A fast attack, the shadow of the fist fell like a cannon crossbow, and the man took several moves and flew out like a kite with broken strings.

He folded his arms and vomited blood and foamed at the mouth. He died just by death.

Hao Enguang and Shang Yunxiangfei rushed over, and Guo Yunshen died in battle. The two of them were murderous intent at this moment, with fierce and terrifying eyes. When they looked at the four people who were in a stalemate in the field, their expressions changed again.

Hao Enguang glanced at the thunder and lightning everywhere on his head, and frowned while frowning.

The three of them didn't talk nonsense, looked at the people who were forcing the formation and striding towards them.

"war!"
Chapter completed!