Lanke Chess Edge

There were seven people on the fleeing side, all of them were wearing night clothes, and one of them was the tallest, holding a Yanling Saber, and frequently fought against the faster enemies behind him to cover his companions from escaping.

"Dang Dang Dang!!!"

The tall man turned around while jumping, and blocked three darts. The blade and the iron dart hit a string of sparks in the night. With the momentum brought by the darts, he jumped to the side of a tree, stretched his legs, and accelerated again. Flee forward.

There were more than a dozen pursuers, all of whom were good at lightness, biting the man in black in front of them tightly, and hitting forward with darts or even gravel picked up in the mountains from time to time, but most of them were blocked by the man in black at the end. Down.

"Xiang Feng, hand over the sword intent post and leave your corpses!!"

At the same time as a white-clothed man yelled these words, he stepped on a tree with all his strength and rushed forward. A nine-section steel whip shook forward like a poisonous snake.

"Fart your mother, I will definitely play with your wife and daughter before killing you!!"

"when~"

The black-clothed man blocked this blow and borrowed strength from a nearby tree, but the white-clothed man behind him hit his nine-section whip with his left hand, and the blocked steel whip turned around like a poisonous snake and chased after the black-clothed man.

"court death!"

"boom!"

The steel whip directly blasted a small piece of the trunk of the tree, sawdust flying and disturbing the sight, and the charged right hands of two people behind them popped out like bows at the same time.

Whizzing--

"when!"

"puff……"

A dart was hastily blocked and a dart exploded into blood. The strong man in black was finally wounded and got a dart in his left shoulder.

But the steel whip was still sweeping back and forth in front of him like a long stick sometimes like a spirit snake, making the man in black break out in a cold sweat.

"drink!"

The man in black swung his knife wildly with enough energy.

"Crack, clap, clap..."

A large number of tree branches were cut off by the black-clothed man named Xiang Feng. He stretched out his legs and kicked the branches backward. He didn't dare to delay alone anymore, and tried his best to escape forward.

The man in black originally thought that stealing the sword intent post would be easy, but he didn't expect that the dead old man of the Fan family was still vigorous despite his age. In order to deal with the old guy, Yandi Thirteen stole two people.

The remaining 11 thieves fled after getting the thirteen thieves. Seeing the old man's death at the hands of the thieves, the Fan family seemed to be insane. , and will tell all the experiences of the Fan family's painstaking study and enlightenment for many years.

All of a sudden, the martial arts forest in Dingyuan Mansion was full of wind and clouds, and masters from all walks of life gathered together to hunt down and kill the Thirteen Pirates of Yandi.

"Sword Intent Post" was left by Zuo Kuangzi, a peerless master who was known as the sword fairy in the past, on his deathbed. The place of the sword, rumors of martial arts: If you understand the meaning of the sword, you can find the tomb of the left madman, get his peerless martial arts secret book and the magic sword Qingying.

Everyone did not expect that the "Sword Intent Tie" that once caused a bloody storm in the martial arts has been hidden in the Fan family in Dingyuan, let alone that the Fan family would disclose the news to the public for revenge.

Now, all the chasing Jianghu masters are scrambling, and this group of people has fought several times after finding the remaining eleven thieves, and reduced them to seven thieves. Before the masters from other provinces came to join in the fun, they won the sword intent post together.

For the promise of the Fan family, the Thirteen Pirates of Yandi must die!

…………

The man in black became more and more anxious as he ran away. He originally planned to use the mountains and forests to escape the pursuit, but the dozen or so people behind him were not mediocre, and the pursuit was too tight to give them a chance.

The men in black in front actually had quite a few wounds, and Xiang Feng, the leader, also got a dart, and the situation became even more critical.

"Brother, it won't work if we continue like this, we won't be able to spend their money!"

"Damn it, damn Fan Tong, you'll cause trouble for us even if you die! If you can't do it, fight ahead!"

The leading man in black grabbed the scroll from his arms fiercely, jumped onto a relatively open rock in front of him, and raised the scroll in his hand high.

The other men in black fell behind him to pant.

"You crazy dogs, don't you just want the sword intent post? If you push us into a hurry, I will tear up this broken word!"

While speaking, Xiang Feng had already pulled away the originally rolled copybook.

In the rear, the pursuing masters landed nearby one after another, separated by a distance of two feet from the men in black.

The white shirted man sneered.

"If you want to struggle when you are about to die, so what if you destroy the calligraphy left by Zuo Jianxian, as long as you have the experience of the Fan family general who has been enlightened for many years!"

"Hehehe, Jiang Chongli, you can think this way, will the people around you think so? If the insights from the Fan family were useful, they would have gone to find Zuo Kuangzi's peerless swordsmanship and magic weapons by themselves a long time ago. ?”

The man in black sneered and mocked, and there was a brief silence between the two sides.

Xiang Feng didn't want to take away the sword intent post this time either, he just wanted to escape, and was about to say something, when suddenly the mountain wind blew up.

Woo~~~~woo~~~~~~

The strong wind whipped up leaves and dust, making the night even darker. Xiang Feng suddenly let go of his hand, and the copybook was blown into the air by the wind.

"not good!"

"Sword Intent Post!"

"Grab it!"

Immediately, many people on the pursuer's side flew into the air, performing lightness kung fu and jumping up to grab the sword post.

However, Xiang Feng suddenly realized that it was an opportunity just after his dark hatred arose. He led many black-clothed bandits and leaped back quietly, taking advantage of the strong wind and the chaos of chasing and snatching the sword intent post to escape.

In the clearing in the forest, many masters jumped up to snatch it, and some even attacked others in the air, trying to snatch the sword intent post first.

It's a pity that the gust of wind was very strange, and the sword intention post was lifted up in vain when it was about to be touched by the guest in white, and was directly swept into the sky.

Woo~~~~woo~~~~~

More fallen leaves, dead branches and dust swept across, and a group of knights reached the limit of leaping lightly and fell down one after another. When they looked at the sky again, the copybook had disappeared in the night, and there were no remaining bandits on the ground.

"Hateful! Extremely hateful!"

"Hey, it's a failure!"

"This wind is too evil!"

"Still chasing or not?"

"Hmph, find the sword intent post first!"

To be on the safe side, the quacks were divided into two groups, and they pursued in two possible directions.

…………

On an unnamed peak of Niu Kui Mountain, Lu Shanjun was lying lazily at the entrance of the cave. In his tiger's palm was a relatively small copybook.

The sharp nails gently pushed aside the copybook, and the slightly yellowed paper scroll had a hundred or ten words written in iron and silver hooks, which were vigorous and powerful.

"Good word! It's a pity that it's nothing unusual."

Although the word has a fierce meaning, it has no aura. It is really left by the so-called "Sword Immortal" by ordinary warriors, but the tiger that was just about to open its mouth to swallow it suddenly stopped moving.

'The words are good words! '

Thinking of this, the huge tiger slowly got up and rushed into the forest with the breeze.

After more than an hour, a certain mountain depression near Ning'an County.

A red fox has its tail trampled by a tiger claw almost as big as its body.

"Woo... woo..."

The red fox's body was stiff and trembling, not daring to struggle too much, but turning around carefully in a very humane way, with its two front paws together as if begging the tiger.

Lu Shanjun raised his tiger mouth slightly, revealing terrifying fangs.

"Hehe, I already knew that you, a fox, have developed spiritual wisdom. I also know that you often go down the mountain to Ning'an County to steal farm chickens and ducks. Have you ever seen a blind expert who used to live in the temple on Waifeng Mountain?"

"Woo woo woo..."

The fox nodded, not daring to resist

"Just recognize it, and do something for me."

After saying that, a roll of copybooks floated out from the tiger's mouth, and a thin rope intertwined with 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 Narcissus Town and Ning'an County to find Mr. Ji for me. If you can find Mr. Ji, please give this copybook to him as a gift for me. Mr. Hair who is wrapped around you should not attack you, but remember not to disturb me rashly." Please be quiet, sir, have you written it down?"

Find Mr. Ji's residence and give this copybook to Mr. Ji for me. Mr. Ji is blind but an expert in the world. If you meet him, you won't fail to recognize him.

"Wooooow!"

The red fox only dared to respond weakly.

Lu Shanjun's fierce eyes narrowed, showing satisfaction, and he let go of the tiger's claws.

"Very well, this is also your good luck, whether you can find Mr. or not, don't be smart, go!"

The red fox walked a few steps tremblingly, looked back at the tiger in the mountain, then sped up its limbs and rushed into the forest.

Lu Shanjun watched the red fox disappear, thinking in his heart, it shouldn't be a cliché to send calligraphy and paintings.