The sun was high in the sky, and someone dug up the bodies of two old ginseng guests.

"Boss, Lu San and Wang Hai are dead."

The tall, middle-aged man picked up the wine jar, poured a little liquor forward, and asked with endless cold eyes: "What do you see?"

"According to the inspection by my subordinates, Lu San received a heavy punch and his organs were shattered and he immediately fell to the ground. As for Wang Hai, his body was covered with sword marks. It seemed that the opponent was using him to practice sword practice."

"Oh? So, one is a master and the other is a loser?"

"You can't say that. Sword practitioners are progressing very quickly, beyond imagination. Their skills are probably in the middle stage of the Transparent Realm."

The tall middle-aged man said persistently: "This is just a drag. In addition, the other party buried people. It is so stupid and ridiculous. I even wonder if they are charlatans?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there were two "plop-plop" sounds, and the bandits who dug up the corpses and inspected them were poisoned to death. This was a poison that was so powerful that it gave people chills.

The middle-aged man stood still for a long time and then turned around and said, "I take back what I just said. This is a cunning enemy to the core. It's not him who is stupid, it's me who is stupid."

A moment later, dozens of war horses galloped away...

Let's talk about Chen Xinghe and Luo Chan'er, followed by four horses.

There were originally eight horses, but unfortunately they were not in very good condition. I changed the horses an hour ago and found that they were not suitable for running, so I let them go.

The four horses behind them can probably hold out until noon, and then Gray Hair and Shadow Tangle will go into battle.

Lunch had to be eaten on horseback, as it was still a day's journey from Daxing City, the county capital.

Chen Xinghe's idea is to shorten this journey as much as possible and then rely on Qinggong to open the way.

The sound of horse hooves came from behind.

Before noon, the two of them were caught up.

Luo Chan'er held the hilt of the sword, unaware that Ai Lang was full of disgust: "Those two old men only have a few ginseng whiskers on their bodies. Maybe all their wealth was used to buy horses. They are too poor to kill Yu Wang. I really hope that the following people will pursue him." The soldiers are richer."

"Swish, swish..." The arrow flew.

Chen Xinghe and Luo Chan'er's hearts sank: "Cavalry?"

The thirteen riders behind him gathered together like a torrent, and the momentum alone was frightening.

"Senior Sister, keep moving forward. I'll stop them." Chen Xinghe flew down and saw a seven or eight-foot-tall tree beside the road. He dodged the whistling arrows and threw out a series of punches with "bang bang bang". It actually broke the tree trunk with force.

"Rumble..." Chen Xinghe retreated as soon as the big tree collapsed. His body was only five feet long, and it didn't take much time to catch up with the horse.

"Huh..." The Thirteen Riders stopped in front of the fallen tree, unbelievable at this scene.

"Boss, this kid is difficult to deal with."

Someone next to him coughed: "Isn't that difficult to deal with? It's extremely difficult. Should we still pursue it?"

The tall middle-aged man turned over and dismounted and said: "This is a warning. Of course we will continue to pursue, but we will not take the lead!"

"Haha, this is good, the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind."

These cavalry rarely retreat in the face of battle. It is really difficult for the opponent to judge them with common sense.

Chen Xinghe was sure of defeating the Thirteenth Cavalry, but he couldn't guarantee that he would be unscathed, so after weighing the pros and cons, he mainly gave warnings. The other party seemed to accept this "goodwill" and was not disturbed in the afternoon.

However, I was still stopped at night.

There was a person standing in the middle of the official road, wearing a coir raincoat, mango shoes, a bamboo pole, and a fish basket. He was about forty years old, with tanned skin and slightly swollen eyes.

"Hey, you are supposed to be fishing on the river dressed like this. You wander out on the road alone to catch people, and you will be regarded as a water ghost later when you come ashore."

Chen Xinghe dismounted, patted Hui Feo's neck and said, "Thank you for your hard work today, go and rest in the mountains! Although I am very reluctant to leave, I have no choice but to leave."

The saddle fell to the ground, and the horse went to graze nearby without making a sound.

After landing his backpack, Chen Xinghe took off his large burqa and went into battle lightly.

Luo Chan'er also threw away all unnecessary belongings and moved slowly with the bone dagger in her hand, ready to fight the middle-aged man in coir raincoat.

There is no nonsense between the two sides, and the real deal will be revealed.

The fishing line is glistening and glistening at high speed.

The fisherman was a little surprised. The other party allowed the sharp fishing line to wrap around his right arm. Did he think this fishing rod was ordinary?

However, there was no scene of flesh and blood splattering next, and the fishing line, which had always been unfavorable, trembled strangely.

Chen Xinghe felt a bright light appear in his mind, and then he saw a rugged path extending, which was the sign before he entered Elder Sha Qinghe's body that night.

"This?" Before he could react, the fishing line was broken and the light in his mind died down.

"Broken?" The fisherman couldn't believe it. Suddenly he felt a wisp of breeze approaching, and he hurriedly waved his fishing rod to meet it.

"Ding ding ding ding..." Luo Chan'er thrust out sixteen swords in total, and each sword was intercepted, proving that this was a difficult enemy to deal with.

Chen Xinghe looked at his right hand and had some realization.

The state just now was undoubtedly "resurrection from a dead body", but it was extremely consuming. I had eaten several weapons on my right arm these days, and it could suppress the strange disease for at least half a year. However, just a flash of light in my mind immediately shortened it to a month.

It was rumored that on the battlefield of the Third True Legend of Qingyuan, a large number of weapons were covered with traces of rust. It was thought that this was caused by the terrible consumption of "borrowing corpses to resurrect souls".

"Fortunately, the fishing line is broken. If Hun'er really ran over, his right hand would still hurt. At that time, he could only kill himself by slapping his forehead with his palm."

Chen Xinghe muttered in his heart: "It's strange. Why didn't the dagger that grabbed the man dressed as a woman a few days ago react? What are the key factors for reviving the dead?"

There is a battle going on right in front of us, so we don't have time to think about it.

He hurriedly took out the scale found in the jade piece, held it between his fingers and recited silently: "The second sword of the Three Soul Sword is Zuowang."

"bite……"

The bone dagger collided with the fishing rod, and the fisherman's eyes burst out with rage. He gathered his energy and was about to use his killing move, when suddenly a glimmer of light flashed across his body.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Why am I standing here?"

"What am I going to do?"

When the fisherman was slightly stunned, Luo Chan'er crouched forward, holding the sword in her hand upside down, bringing out a little bit of blood.

"Plop..." The coir raincoat fell to the ground, and Luo Chan'er turned around and was surprised: "Xinghe, is this the second sword of the Three Soul Sword, Zuowang? This man just lost all alertness, and his eyes were still blank until he died."

"Yes! This is Zuowang. The first lightning move was useless to me after I performed it. The second move seemed okay. I haven't found the feeling for the third move yet. I guess it took ten or eight years to do it quickly! So!

Currently there is only this form of sitting and forgetting, and I need your cooperation."

"This is already quite monstrous." Luo Chan'er told the truth, and then she walked aside to say goodbye to Gray Fur and Shadow Tangle.

The two short-legged horses couldn't run anymore. Not to mention that they were bought with real money, but they still had feelings after galloping together for three days.

Chen Xinghe grabbed the fishing rod to "supplement" and found that this strange weapon was a little special. It seemed to have some hidden spirituality. When he handled it with his right hand, he felt a little resistance.
Chapter completed!