Jiaolong Jue

Zhang Zhenzhen knew that he was very powerful, and did not dare to pick it up with one hand. He held the whisk in both hands, and his toes turned on the ground, causing his entire body to turn out of thin air, causing the whisk in his hand to change into a line, and he grabbed the palm abruptly.

The two forces intersected, and only a loud noise was heard, Sha Moke's body swayed, and he took half a step back. Zhang Zhenren let go of his whisk, his body was wrapped in Xia Yi, and he flew back more than two feet in the air, and fell headfirst on the crowd. In the disciple formation, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the body.

The disciples rushed over to help him, shouting, and in chaos.When Luo Xingbo saw this, he was delighted and hurriedly waved to his subordinates, preparing to take the opportunity to kill Quanzhen Sect.

However, he was stopped by Shamoke and said: "Brother Luo, when we came down, the King of Qin repeatedly told me to escort Baolian's imperial order back to Dadu safely, and don't make troubles. Zhang Zhenren has been seriously injured and is powerless to stop us, and The Quanzhen Sect must be from the imperial court, there is no need to kill them all, just let them go!"

Shamoke said that although Luo Xingbo was unwilling, he didn't dare to make a fool of himself. He could only watch the Quanzhen Sect disciples help Zhang Zhenren, whose face was as white as paper, to board the boat and leave.

The Quanzhen disciples lost the momentum they had when they came, fearing that someone would chase them, they hurried forward all the way.Seeing that the trees on the shore had already been seen, all the people supported Zhang Zhenren and prepared to go ashore.

At this moment, someone shouted from behind: "Stinky old Taoist of Quanzhen Sect, you come to my Tianbo Water Garden to provoke you, treat me as no one in the Cao Gang, and insult my Yellow River Cao Gang leader. Is it so easy to leave?"

Everyone turned their heads in a hurry, only to see many bamboo rafts lined up, already rushing towards them like sharp arrows.

Zhang Zhenzhen supported his body and hurriedly ordered everyone to row the boat quickly.However, the Cao Gang had been on the water for a long time, and the speed of the bamboo raft was much faster than their boat. After a while, they had bypassed the Quanzhen Sect boat and stopped them at the water's edge.

The leader was Hao Daqing, the eldest disciple of Fanjiang Nilong. He was wearing a short jacket, bare chest and back, holding a harpoon in his hand, and stood barefoot on the head of the raft.

Looking at Zhang Zhenren, he held up two harpoons with one hand, and sneered: "You old man who doesn't know how to live or die, how dare you come to my Tianbo Water Garden to provoke my master, and rely on some supernatural powers to play tricks on Now that I'm in the water, it's no better than the shore, and Grandpa Hao wants you to taste the power of my harpoon!"

Just as he was about to start, Zhang Zhenren, supported by Qilong and Qihu, waved his hand and said: "Hao Daqing, we are not here to cause trouble for no reason, we are only here for the imperial court. You still have to chase, you are too unruly, and you won’t be able to win by force. Even if you take advantage of it, isn’t it also a joke in the arena?”

After listening to Hao Daqing, Yang Tian smiled and said, "You Quanzhen Religion relies on the support of the imperial court to come to our Tianbo Water Garden to provoke and bully the weak, so you are not afraid of jokes in the rivers and lakes? Besides, your famous sect colluded with the government in private, I don't know. No matter how many things we have done, we are not afraid of being laughed at by the rivers and lakes. We are the thieves of Jiangyang, so why are we afraid of being laughed at by the rivers and lakes! Haha"

After finishing speaking, he held up the harpoon in his hand, and all the bamboo rafts rushed into the boat of Quanzhen Sect at the same time.There were many iron nails protruding from the side of the bamboo raft, which were submerged in the water. During the collision, the iron nails were firmly embedded in the boat.

Everyone on the bamboo raft held a long-handled shuttle or a double harpoon, and poked at the Quanzhen disciples in the boat, regardless of whether their noses were blue or swollen.

Although those Quanzhen disciples had some kung fu, they were unable to stand on the water, and they were short weapons that were swords and swords. When they encountered a long harpoon, they couldn't use it at all. They could only stay in the boat and fight hard.The boat was crowded, the space was small, and it was difficult to dodge. In a short time, more than half of the casualties had already occurred.

Qilong and Qihu stood on both sides of Zhang Zhenren, busy guarding, and inadvertently, he was also stabbed in many places, dripping with blood.In desperation, they had to support Zhang Zhenren to the left and right, threw the machete, and jumped into the water with a "thump".

All the Quanzhen disciples jumped off the boat one after another, but Hao Daqing and the others were very happy. They propped up the bamboo raft and surrounded the Quanzhen disciples on the water. They were like toads. Once they were pierced, the corpses floated up and down on the huge lake. , rushing blood.

Qi Long and Qi Hu supported Zhang Zhenren, paddled desperately, and went down the current. After an unknown period of time, the bamboo raft was no longer seen when he turned around, and he slowly swam to the shore.

The two held up Zhang Zhenzhen, who had been choked to death, and climbed to the shore.Qi Long Qi Hu put Zhang Zhenren on a flat grass, caressed his chest and wiped his back, and tossed for a long time, until Zhang Zhenren spit out a lot of dim yellow sewage in his abdomen, and then he slowly woke up.

He panted heavily and looked up, only to see that there was a vast forest in front of him, the wind was rustling and boundless, at this time, Qi Long Qi Hu also tore his clothes and simply bandaged the wound.

The three of them waited on the shore for a while, and seven or eight disciples came to the shore one after another.

After waiting for a long time, seeing the upstream, the river was full, and no one came, Zhang Zhenren let out a long sigh, and then got up. There were still dragons and tigers around, limping, for fear that the Cao Gang would chase along the river again. , had to burrow into the jungle.

The crowd walked through the forest dejectedly, stepping on the fallen grass and withered leaves all over the ground.After walking about a dozen miles, everyone was exhausted and stopped to rest in a slightly open place.

Zhang Zhenren was in pain all over his body and his eyes were dimmed. He was sitting on the ground, leaning on a tree and falling asleep, when he suddenly heard the sound of "chirping" coming from a distance in the forest. He hurriedly opened his eyes and looked around, but saw no movement. .

Seeing Qi Long and Qi Hu lying in disorder not far away, the rest of the disciples were also leaning against the tree, whirring and falling asleep.Zhang Zhenzhen let out a long sigh, then sat down again, leaned against the tree, and closed his eyes to rest.

Suddenly, the sound of "Gurgling" was heard loudly in his ears, and then he heard the screams of dragons and tigers around him. Zhang Zhenren hurriedly opened his eyes, and the horror in front of him made him horrified.

Dozens of skinny, black-haired creatures who don't know what they are, all of them staring at small blood-red eyes, dancing with sharp claws like hooks, are constantly circling around Qilong and Qihu, taking the opportunity to pounce on them, and Qilong Qi Hu's body was already bloody and he was exhausted from parrying.

Zhang Zhenzhen strongly supported, waving his hands to brush the dust, and wanted to step forward to rescue him. Who would have guessed that above his head, strange screams could be heard everywhere, and the surrounding treetops were already densely covered with countless black little things, among the branches. Running around, a pair of small blood-red eyes stared at him sternly, ready to pounce at any time.

He didn't care to save Qi Long Qi Hu, he shouted at the other disciples who had been frightened and fled.

Only then did the few people relax, followed behind him, and ran for their lives. After running for a while, the sound of "chirping" slowly faded away.

Only then did Zhenren Zhang hug a tree trunk, remembering the tragic scene just now, he began to vomit, feeling better, and did not dare to stay for long, and hurriedly greeted the disciples to leave.

Suddenly, strange screams sounded instantly, and with the rustling of the leaves, small figures like ghosts swarmed down again.

Several disciples exclaimed, and the screams came. Zhang Zhenzhen couldn't care, like a bird with a startled bow, hurriedly floated, and swept out more than two feet to the side, dodging the black shadow on his head.

Just as his feet landed, there were falling leaves on his head, and there were several small figures, screaming and rushing towards him. He waved the dust in his hand, and a silver needle mist was scattered. Struggling, rolling up the fallen leaves and flying around, the frightening hissing sound is shocking.

Zhang Zhenzhen saw that several disciples not far away were silent, surrounded by a group of small black things, tearing their bodies to grab food.

The shadows of the surrounding trees swayed, and at the same time, groups of small things barked their teeth and danced their claws, and jumped from the branches on all sides, surrounding Zhang Zhenren in the middle, and screaming.

Zhenren Zhang was terrified, he didn't want to fight anymore, he jumped up again, the whisk danced, the silver needles scattered, stabbed a small thing, and took the opportunity to rush to the depths of the nearby bushes.