Chapter 5 Shot

The sword, scratching through the air, with chills; the sword, the broken void, an irresistible sword.

The sword body flies, shaking the surrounding air and making a "buzzing" sound. The cold air brought by the sword body has solidified the surrounding area, as if time has stopped. Dongfang Yu, Long Batian and Beitang Zhen are struggling with the leading man in black. They are already at a disadvantage and have no more distraction. Zhao Ze and Ximen Xue fought with the man in black with the knife, which was also dangerous. Ximen Xue almost died under the knife several times. Thanks to Zhao Ze blocking the knife with brute force, he was obviously unable to do so, and he may die at any time. Nangong Yan and Murong Jun all use swords, but today they know what swordsmanship is. The swordsmanship of this man in black far surpasses the two people. Compared with the elders in the clan, it is not inferior or even slightly better. Only the patriarchs or owners of each family can win him. Although Sima Tian is on the side, Sima Tian's martial arts is not amazing compared with eight people. For such a mysterious peerless master, its role is almost negligible. Among the eight people, only Nangong Yan, Murong Jun and Sima Tian are the most difficult. Murong Jun is young and lacks strength and experience; Sima Tian is good at using fans, and the disadvantages of weapons are particularly obvious in the master duel; Nangong Yan's martial arts skills are the strongest among the three, and because of this, he alone blocked most of the attacks of the man in black and was injured by the sword of the man in black.

Before the man arrived, the sword arrived first. After swinging the sword of the leading man in black with all his strength, Dongfang Yu closed his eyes and tears flowed out involuntarily. At this time, he felt guilty. The eight brothers were like brothers, but he watched his brother die. At this time, he felt unwilling that his brother was killed. Not only could he not take revenge, but his life and death were uncertain today. At this time, he also felt a little relieved that the eight brothers did not ask for the same day of the same month. Born, but want to die on the same day in the same year. If Nangong Yan really died here today, the eight people will never live in the world. The scene of the eight people's worship is still deeply engraved in his mind.

"Eight brothers! You... why are you so stupid!" He was shocked and hit Dongfang Yu's ear like thunder. Eighth brother, what's wrong with the eighth brother? Dongfang Yu hurriedly opened his eyes. Everything today was beyond his imagination. If he hadn't seen some of the world, he would have been scared long ago.

Murong Jun lay on the ground and grabbed Nangong Yan's hand. His face was pale and he was in tears. His chest was dyed red, but he still had a smile on his face and said intermittently, "Fourth brother... It hurts so much! Say to my parents for me: 'Yes... I'm sorry, I... didn't listen to them. I'm... an unfilial son. I can't die for... and let them bear the burden..." Before I finished speaking, I closed my eyes.

"Eight brothers!" Seven people shouted at the same time. It erupts like a mountain torrent, echoing in the mountains, flowing through the river, and finally falling on flowers and plants.

"Eight brother, you can't die! It was the fourth brother who didn't take good care of you. It was the fourth brother who made you feel wronged. You get up..." Nangong Yan shook Murong Jun and shouted loudly, but fainted because of the wound tore and bleeding too much.

At this time, no one could see the expressions of the three mysterious people, and no one was in the mood to pay attention to the expressions of the mysterious people. If you want to kill, why do you have to be indecisive? But surprisingly, none of the three did do it. They just stood there quietly with weapons, with indifference in their eyes, as if they were giving them time to say goodbye. But no one saw it. Under the black veil, their faces obviously twitched. A 16-year-old big child actually blocked the sword for Nangong Yan with his own body at the most critical moment. Even if he was trained, murderous, and the Dugu family, known for its coldness, was afraid it was also in his heart. One of the moves! It seems that something touched their hearts. A group of martial artists who only knew how to accomplish their mission by any means were troubled by conscience and family affection at this time.

"The princes go down the mountain quickly, and it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time!" I don't know where he rushed out of five people, held weapons in his hand, and killed three mysterious people. Everyone had not recovered for a while, but Murong Jun had been carried up by one person and ran down the mountain. Although Sima Tian was also trapped in grief, this man was the most calm. He grabbed Dongfang Yu and said anxiously, "Big brother, take the fourth brother, follow his predecessors, and leave quickly." Dongfang Yu also recovered in sadness and despair. Knowing that someone was helping him, he made a decision and shouted, "Withdraw!" He picked up Nangong Yan with Zhao Ze and followed his predecessors, leaving only the sound of fighting behind.

Trees, flowers and plants moved back rapidly. The six people were almost exhausted in the fight and were injured. Soon, they all stopped. The man in front also turned back with Murong Jun behind his back. He didn't wait for the six people to open their mouths and said first, "I'm Murong Jun's second uncle. Don't say more. Not far ahead, there is a Murong's courtyard. You guys went there to heal Mr. Nangong'er's injury. Jun'er is too serious. I'll take a step ahead. You guys will catch up quickly. I'm afraid that Mr. Nangong will bleed. Many, I'm worried about my life. After saying that, without waiting to answer, he left behind Murong Jun's back.

"Brother, we..." Long Batian's face was suspicious." Alle, let's go. Without them, we would have died under the Dugu family. If they want to harm us, in that case, there is no need for them to save us at all. Just as he said, I went to the Murong family's yard. If it is really the Murong family, it must be our fate. If not, then we have to rely on fate. Dongfang Yu said calmly. Brother, one of the five people who rushed out just now seems to be familiar to me. He seems to be the captain of the dead in our family. Ximen Xue said softly. I feel the same way." Beitang Zhen interrupted. Dongfang Yu was stunned, and then gave a favor, and then strode away. Several people picked up Nangong Yan and hurriedly caught up with him.

In Murong's courtyard, an old man was quietly taking the pulse of Nangong Yan lying in **. The six brothers around him did not even dare to breathe. Murong Jun's second uncle stood behind the old man and looked calmly at Nangong Yan lying in **. Murong Jun lay next to **, still in a coma, but the wound on his body. After a while, the old man raised his hand and got up. The six brothers around him quickly gathered around. Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by Murong Jun's second uncle. If you have anything to say, come out and don't disturb the rest of Mr. Nangong and Jun'er. So he left with the old man. The six brothers looked at Nangong Yan and hurriedly chased him out of the door.

In the main hall, Murong Jun's second uncle and the old man sat on the upper seat, and the six brothers below were divided into left and right. Second uncle, how about the fourth brother and the eighth brother? Dongfang Yu arched his hand and asked politely. Murong Jun's second uncle did not answer, but nodded with a smile to the old man and made a gesture of invitation.

"Mirong's injury was serious, and the wound was only one inch away from his heart, and he almost died. I have applied medicine to his wound and took it to him with my life-saving elixir, but after this time, I'm afraid it will take a long time to recover. Now, first, because of excessive injury and excessive blood loss, and second, because of shock, I fainted and can wake up soon. As for Mr. Nangong, the injury is not too serious, but the wound is a little torn, bleeding too much, and I have taken medicine. After a while, I will prescribe a few medicines and take them on time, and soon nothing will be fine. After saying that, the old man cleared his throat and took a sip of tea. This is the third elder of my Murong family, known as the 'strange hand doctor'. Please rest assured. As if afraid that the six brothers would be worried, Murong Jun's second uncle interrupted.

Sima Tian seemed to remember something and quickly said, "It turned out to be a strange-handed magic doctor. My father often mentions you, saying that you are good at medicine and named Hua Tuo." Gao Ming dares not be, but it's just a little false reputation! Hua Tuo has some connections with me. It's all old things, don't mention it. The old man shook his head. You and Jun'er are brothers who worship. They are not outsiders. You're welcome. Murong Jun's second uncle said, and then changed his words: "However, I have a few questions to ask you."