Chapter 13 Fight against the Black Bamboo Forest

A gust of wind suddenly hit from the south, causing the leaves to rattle. Countless leaves gallop with the wind, like arrows.

Pan Lang turned around and ran away. His usually dark cheeks looked a little pale. Because of his tall figure and amazing weight, he would make a muffled sound every step of his run, leaving a deep footprint on the lawn and dead leaves behind him!

After a while, the sword was lost. After a while, the long bow was lost again! After a while, the arrow was also lost!

As if he had forgotten that he still had these weapons, Pan Lang clenched his fist and clenched his teeth and kept running forward.

When drilling into a deep black bamboo forest, the air suddenly became extremely dark, and the weather at noon turned out to be like evening. There is a lot of yin in it.

Suddenly, Pan Lang stopped and was surprised to find a man standing on the boulder in front of him!

I saw that he was old and dirty, withered yellow hair and tattered, with one foot wearing two-ear straw shoes and one foot bare feet!

It's the old beggar!

Standing high, his figure suddenly became extremely tall. Another gust of wind hit, making his messy hair sway with the wind and making his cloth-like clothes rustle, while the soft sword in his hand remained motionless, flashing white light and piercing the dark air.

"Don't be afraid..."

The old beggar suddenly made a sound, a proud voice of a young man, "Just tell me... the details of the teenager who lives in your house."

"Hahahaha..."

Pan Lang suddenly raised his head and laughed, and his face was contemptuous. "You stinky beggars, do you think I'm really scared? That's not my Pan Lang!"

He laughed again and waved his finger to the south, "Brothers, what are you waiting for?"

As soon as the sound fell, more than a dozen arrows shot out of the bamboo forest in the south at the same time and flew to the elderly beggars together. There was a buzzing sound like a beehive bursting.

The old beggar was stunned, waved his sword to provoke, crackled, and jumped more than a dozen arrows to the ground.

It's not easy! As a practitioner, he felt that it was more than enough to fight against a group of hunters.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

More than a dozen tall hounds rushed out of the bamboo forest in the south and lined up to bite the elderly beggars. Then, there were more than a dozen strong hunters, one by one, pulling bows and arrows, preparing for the second attack.

Walking at the end was a teenager with a tight mouth, holding a bow and arrow in his hand and hanging a short sword on his waist. He seemed to be fully armed. His two eyes burst into compelling eyes, as if he had a deep blood feud!

Death! The old beggar saw that a hound had jumped, sneered, and gave a gentle sword to the hound that rushed up.

The action seems to be understated, but the sword spirit emitted brings a flash of lightning and thunder!

The hound that jumped first fell to the ground with a splash, and its whole body turned black, emitting steaming heat and the smell of barbecue!

Seeing this, the other hounds suddenly stopped and dared to bark wildly and dared not move forward.

"Be careful! He is a practitioner!" Pan Lang roared and asked for a bow and arrow from a hunter, an arrow at the old beggar.

Wo!

The arrows whistled, passing through the bamboo leaves flying in the air, piercing the dark air, and the arrows piercing the hearts of the elderly beggars.

The old beggar smiled coldly and waved his soft sword to pat the flying arrows.

When!

The arrow was removed, but the old beggar suddenly felt numb, and the sword almost fell off!

There is such a shooter in a small mountain village! The old beggar couldn't help but be shocked when he saw another dozen arrows shooting, with a little stone on his toes, and his body suddenly rotated up and swirling up the treetops like a whirlwind.

"He ran away!"

Pan Lang shouted and turned his head to look at the teenager who followed, "Little brother, what should I do?"

"Chasing!" Chen Lai shouted and rushed forward regardless of his body.

Pan Lang and the hunters immediately dispersed and chased under the woods. More than a dozen hounds once again came forward bravely in the scolding of their owners.

The elderly beggars are flying on the treetops. Chen Lai and Pan Lang are running wildly in the woods, and the two sides have been maintaining a distance of about 20 feet.

Pan Lang has judged that this old beggar is just a disciple in the water world, and his cultivation is not high!

In the Thunder Dragon Empire, practitioners are divided into five levels, from low to high: water, gas, mysterious, cloud and fairyland. Each level is divided into nine levels, from the first level to the ninth level, and the ninth level is the highest.

Pan Lang judged that this practitioner is at most only the second level of the water realm. As long as he keeps a distance of 20 feet from him, he will not be hurt by his sword spirit, but within the range of 20 to 30 feet, their arrows can cause damage to their opponents!

The practitioners who have been flying on the treetops also feel this, flying faster and faster, thinking of throwing away the hunters below. But he was surprised to find that although these hunters would not do light work, they were not as fast as him!

He is a fierce sword against the bottom.

The sword spirit flew by, and a string of white clouds exploded, and suddenly there was a flash of lightning and thunder! The bamboo forest suddenly turned white, and the thunder rolled away.

click!

A towering black bamboo was blown off. The bamboo forest suddenly became bright! Then, with a roar, he tilted on the road passing by the hunters.

The hunters did not know that the swordsman had hit the practice of "Thunder Cloud Sword". They all felt dizzy eyes and roaring in their ears. They immediately stopped and looked left and right in horror.

"Chasing!"

Chen Lai was fearless. He jumped on the crooked black bamboo and stepped on the bamboo branches. With the help of elasticity, he jumped high and fell on the ground with a bang, splashing yellow fallen leaves.

When the hunters saw this, they rose up again.

"If you dare to chase me again, I will kill you one by one!" The practitioner sped fast while shouting intimidation.

As soon as the voice fell, he felt a pain in his left foot. Looking down, a sneaking arrow had passed through his straw shoes and toes! It's already bleeding!

He didn't care about the wound and turned his head to observe the attacker. When he saw the teenager he had been chasing him, he was stunned.

Good guy! How did this boy's archery progress so fast?!

Chen Lai ran wildly pulling bows and arrows while looking up. He met the practitioner's eyes in the dark air!

At this moment, they all understood each other's eyes.

The practitioner found that this teenager was exactly the person he was looking for!

Chen Lai also understands that for him and this iron purple gate killer, two people must survive! The current opportunity is beneficial to him. It can be said that it can occupy the right time, place and people. Of course, you have to grasp it!

Running dozens of steps, Chen Lai suddenly felt a chill on his face. He reached out and touched it. He raised his hand and shouted, "He is injured!"

Before the sound fell, a sword spirit has been killed.

Chen Lai saw a lightning light in front of him and hurriedly dodged away.

But the flying sword still hit him and fell to the ground with a bang. He spit out a mouthful of blood and felt dizzy. He said in his heart: The practitioner is really good!

"Pan Lang, Chen Lai is injured! Chen Lai is injured!" The two hunters helped Chen up and shouted in the woods behind him.

There was no response from Pan Lang in the woods. He ignored the shouts of the crowd, narrowed his eyes, followed quietly, observed quietly, and concentrated all his energy on the elderly beggars, ready to send him the deadliest blow.