Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 40: An unconventional gift

There were seven people on the fleeing party, all of them wearing night clothes. One of them, the tallest, was holding a wild goose feather knife. He frequently fought with the faster pursuers behind him to cover his companions' escape.

"Dangdangdang..."

The tall man turned around while jumping and blocked three darts. The blade and iron darts hit a string of sparks in the night. With the momentum brought by the darts, the man jumped to a tree and stretched his legs. Kick, speed up and run forward again.

There were more than a dozen pursuers, all of whom were very capable. They bit the man in black in front of them and would not let go. From time to time, they used darts and even gravel picked up from the mountains to hit the front, but most of them were beaten by the last man in black. The man in clothes blocked it.

"Xiang Feng, hand over the Sword Intention Poster and leave your corpses intact!!"

As a man in a white shirt shouted these words, he stepped on a tree with all his strength and rushed forward. A nine-section steel whip trembled like a poisonous snake and swung forward.

"Fuck you, I will play with all your wives and daughters before killing them!!"

"When~"

The man in black blocked the blow and borrowed strength from a tree nearby, but the man in white behind him hit his nine-section whip with his left hand, causing the whip to swing around like a poisonous snake and chase the man in black. And go.

"Seeking death!"

"Bang..."

The steel whip directly exploded a small piece of the tree body, sawdust flew and disturbed the line of sight, and the two people behind them shot out their charged right hands at the same time like bows.

Whoosh...

"When..." "Pfft..."

One dart was hastily blocked and the other exploded with blood. The strong man in black was finally injured and was hit by a dart in his left shoulder.

However, the steel whip was still sweeping back and forth in front of him sometimes like a long stick and sometimes like a spiritual snake, causing the man in black to break into a cold sweat.

"Drink~"

Use enough energy to swing the sword wildly.

"Pah, pah, pah, pah..."

A large number of branches were chopped off by the man in black named Xiang Feng. He stretched out his legs and kicked the branches backwards. He did not dare to delay alone anymore and tried his best to escape forward.

The man in black originally thought that stealing the Sword Intention Post would be easy to do, but he didn't expect that the dead old man of the Fan family was old but still vigorous. In order to deal with the old guy, Yan Di 13 stole two people.

The remaining 11 thieves got the Sword Intention Post and fled. Seeing that the old man was killed by the gangsters, the Fan family seemed to go crazy. They issued a call to the entire Dingyuan Wulin: If anyone kills the 13 thieves, they will not only give away the Sword Intention Post. To him, he will also tell all the Fan family’s many years of painstaking insights.

For a time, the martial arts world in Dingyuan Prefecture was turbulent, and masters from all walks of life gathered just to hunt down the 13 thieves of Yan Di.

The "Sword Intention Note" was left by Zuo Kuangtu, a peerless master known as the swordsman in the past, before his death. The text in it implies some of Zuo Kuangtu's sword intentions, and it also refers directly to his final destination before his death. Where the sword is buried, there is a rumor in the martial arts: if you understand the meaning of the sword, you can find the tomb of Zuo Kuangtu and obtain his peerless martial arts secrets and the magic sword Qingying.

No one expected that the "Sword Will Tie" that once caused a **** storm in the martial arts world had been hidden in the Fan family in Dingyuan, nor did they expect that the Fan family would make the news public for revenge.

At this moment, all the masters in the pursuit were vying for the lead. This group of people had already fought several times after finding the remaining 11 thieves and reduced them to 7 thieves. They already had a tacit understanding with each other and had to catch up before others or even Masters from other states in Beppu came to join in the fun and took down the sword intention post together.

And for the Fan family’s promise, the 13 thieves of Yan Di must also die!

. . .

The men in black became more and more anxious as they fled. They originally planned to use the mountains and forests to escape the pursuit, but the dozen or so people behind them were all unskilled, and they were pursued too closely, giving them no chance at all.

In fact, many of the men in black in front were injured. Now that the leader, Xiang Feng, had also been hit by a dart, the situation became even more critical.

"Brother, this won't work, we can't use them up!"

"Damn it, **** Fan Tong, he's still causing trouble for us even if he's dead! If it doesn't work, just fight from the front!"

The leading man in black grabbed the scroll in his arms, jumped to a relatively open rocky mountain ahead, and raised the scroll in his hand high.

Other men in black fell behind him and gasped.

"You crazy dogs, don't you just want the Sword Intention Post? If you push us into a hurry, I will tear up this piece of shit!!!"

As he spoke, Xiang Feng had already unrolled the originally rolled copybook.

In the rear, the chasing masters landed nearby one after another, separated by two feet from the men in black.

The man in white shirt sneered.

"It doesn't matter if you still want to struggle when you are about to die, or destroy the calligraphy treasure left by Zuo Jianxian, as long as you have the experience of the Fan family general for many years, it will be the same!"

"Hehehe, Jiang Chongli, you can think of it this way, do the people around you know it? If the Fan family's understanding was useful, they would have gone to find Zuo Kuangtu's peerless swordsmanship and magic weapon long ago. ”

Under the sneer and ridicule of the man in black, there was a brief silence between the two parties.

Xiang Feng didn't really want to take away the Sword Intention Post this time. He just wanted to escape. Just as he was about to say something else, the mountain wind suddenly picked up.

Woo~~~~Woo~~~~~~

The strong wind stirred up the dust on the leaves, making the night darker. Xiang Feng's hand suddenly loosened, and the copybook was blown into the air by the wind.

"Not good!!"

"Sword Intent Post!!"

"Grab it!!!"

On the side of the pursuers, many people immediately jumped into the air and used Qinggong to jump up to grab the Sword Intention Post.

As soon as Xiang Feng's secret hatred arose, he suddenly realized that this was an opportunity. He quietly jumped back with many black-clothed bandits, and escaped with the help of the strong wind and the chaos of pursuing and snatching the Sword Intention Post.

In the forest clearing, many masters jumped up to **** it. Some even attacked others in the air, trying to **** the sword intention post first.

It's a pity that this gust of wind was so weird that the sword intention post actually lifted up in vain when it was about to be touched by the man in white, and was swept directly to the sky.

Woo~~~~Woo~~~~~

More fallen leaves, dead branches and dust swept across, and all the knights reached the limit of their Qinggong jumps and fell down one after another. When they looked up into the air again, the copybook had disappeared into the night, and the ground had also lost the traces of the remaining thieves. trace.

"Damn it!! Extremely abominable!!!"

"Hey, we failed!!"

"This wind is so evil!"

"Are you still chasing me?"

"Huh, let's find the Sword Intention post first!"

For the sake of safety, the Jianghu guests were divided into two groups and pursued in two possible directions.

. . .

On an unnamed peak in Niokui Mountain, Lu Shanjun was lying lazily at the entrance of the cave. There was a relatively small-looking copybook in the tiger's palm. It was exactly the Sword Intention calligraphy he rolled up when passing somewhere in the mountain.

The copybook was gently opened with sharp nails, and the slightly yellowed paper scroll had hundreds of characters written on it, with strong iron paintings and silver hooks.

"Good words! It's a pity that it's not that unusual."

Although the word has a sharp meaning, it has no spiritual energy. It is indeed left by the so-called "Sword Immortal" of ordinary warriors, but the tiger that was about to open its mouth to swallow it suddenly stopped.

‘The word is a good word! ’

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

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A red fox had its tail trapped by a huge tiger claw that was almost as big as its body.

"Woo woo... woo..."

The red fox's body was stiff and trembling, and it did not dare to struggle too much. Instead, it carefully turned around in a very humane manner, and put its two front paws together as if praying to the tiger.

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

"Haha, I have known for a long time that you, a fox, have developed your intelligence. I also know that you often go down to Ning'an County to steal farmers' chickens and ducks. Have you ever seen the blind master who once lived in the Waifeng Mountain Temple?"

"Woo woo woo..."

The fox nodded without any resistance.

"Just recognize it and do something for me."

After saying that, a roll of copybook floated out from the tiger's mouth, with a thin rope intertwined with tiger hair wrapped around it, and it was hung directly on the red fox's back and hidden under the red hair.

"Go to Shuixian Town and Ning'an County to look for Mr. Ji for me. If you can find Mr. Ji, give this copybook to him on my behalf. Mr. Ji will probably not attack you if you have my hair wrapped around you, but remember Don’t disturb your tranquility, remember?”

Find Mr. Ji's residence and give this copybook to Mr. Ji for me. Mr. Ji is blind but he is an expert in the world. He will not fail to recognize it if he foresees it.

"Woooooo!"

The red fox only dared to respond weakly.

Lu Shanjun's tiger eyes converged, showing satisfaction, and he released his tiger claws.

"Very good, this is also your fate. No matter whether you can find a husband or not, don't be smart, just go for it!"

The red fox took a few trembling steps, looked back at the tiger in the mountains, then accelerated its limbs and ran away into the forest.

Lu Shanjun watched the red fox disappear, thinking in his heart that sending calligraphy and paintings should not be cliché.