Chapter 61 Night Attack
Yan Song felt that Yan Feng's words were very reasonable, and now he was worried and said, "If so, what should we do next, uncle?" Seeing Yan Feng narrowing his eyes and looking around at a daze, Yan Song sighed helplessly and lowered his head. Then, he raised his head again, and his eyes were full of hope. He said to Yan Feng, "I have a way, uncle! Let's continue on the road. There are still dozens of miles to go to the Wuya Sword School. If we want to enter the Wuya Sword School, we must go through an unming valley, and we will go there to ambush!"
When Yan Feng heard the words, his eyes lit up and nodded, "Yes, that unnamed valley is the outer door of the Wuya Sword School. The road is as narrow as the throat. If you are a man, you can't open it! There, on the one thing, you can kill that bastard, and on the other, you can also understand the movement of the endless sword faction! OK, let's leave right away!"
So the two set foot on a virtual step and continued to rush on the road. In almost a whole day, the two climbed over more than a dozen mountains. On the way, they also encountered several second-order fierce beasts, but they were easily killed by both of them. At dusk the next day, looking at the color of the forest, the moon was soft and the stars were sparse. Yan Song was really a little tired, so he said to Yan Feng, who was still energetic beside him, " Uncle, take a break first. I'm too tired."
Yan Feng looked at his tired nephew with a smile on his face and patted the latter on the shoulder and said, "Okay, take a break tonight. You sit down first and I'll find something to find something to eat." With that, he walked to the forest beside him.
In a short time, Yan Feng called two pheasants and two rabbits. At the same time, he poured a pot of water back. At this time, Yan Song had released Yan Yi and others from the ring. Yan Li and Yan Yan Yan had recovered almost under Yan Yi's healing injury, and Xiao Wei still did not wake up.
Looking at Yan Song looking at Xiaowei uncontrollably, Yan Yi said, "Don't worry, this girl is fine. I have used Xuanqi to recuperate for her several times. I can't wake up today, and I will wake up tomorrow morning."
Yan Song turned around and looked at Yan Yi. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly found that Yan Yi was listless. Although it was at night, he could still see that his face was pale and bloodless. Thinking that several teenagers in Najie were healed by him with Xuanqi, Yan Song's heart also trembled inexplicably and nodded unconsciously: "Thank you."
Yan Yi was stunned at first. He touched the back of his head and smiled and wanted to say something, but he saw that Yan Song had given the roasted game to Yan Li and Yan Yan Yan. He took a kettle and came to Xiaowei, gently took a sip of water for her, and then carried Xuanqi by himself and pressed it on the girl's lower abdomen with one hand.
Seeing this, Yan Yi wanted to stop it. After all, it is a waste of power to heal people's wounds with Xuanqi. What's more, Yan Song is still a child, but Yan Feng stopped him and handed a hare to him. His expression was calm and said lightly, "This little guy knows the priorities. You should learn to understand him."
Yan Yi was stunned. Seeing that Yan Feng nodded to him again, he took the rabbit meat and ate it thoughtfully.
About a quarter of an hour later, something surprised happened to the other people. Xiaowei, who had been unconscious, woke up under Yan Song's Xuanqi convalescence, and her face became much more rosy. Although Yan Feng understood Yan Song, he didn't know why for a moment. He looked at his nephew with joy and surprise on his face.
Yan Song smiled and helped Xiaowei up and said, "The skills I practiced are wooden attributes, which have a very significant effect on treatment and recovery."
Yan Feng and Yan Yi were stunned, and Yan Li next to them spoke bluntly. While nibbling on the chicken's neck, they asked, "No, brother, what's your previous skills? Isn't it metallic? Why did it become a wooden property?
"Brother Yan Song is a genius!" Yan Yan, who was beside her, tore the rabbit meat with her greasy little hand, put it in the cherry mouth, and chewed it a few times. Then she saw that Yan Song seemed to ignore her words and was busy taking care of Xiaowei. She felt sad again and asked in her voice, "Brother Yan Song, who is this little Wei girl?"
"My slave in Jianzhai." Yan Song tore off a piece of chicken, shook it in front of Xiaowei, and asked gently, "I forgot to ask you, do you want to eat rabbit meat or chicken?"
Xiaowei coughed softly, her face was slightly red, and she was speechless for a moment. She didn't dare to look at the people around her, but nodded in a daze. Yan Song smiled and carefully put the chicken in her hand into the girl's mouth.
Yan Yan's face suddenly became hot, and all kinds of previous images appeared in her mind. What she said when she slapped Yan Song in the face, what Yan Song said to a group of teenagers during the family martial arts, and what Yan Song said to her in Xuanwu Pavilion...
The starlight slowly darkened, and the moon faded into the clouds. In a blink of an eye, the whole canopy became extremely dark. In the dense forest deep in the mountain of love, there was a ferocious beast roar from time to time. High-level fierce beasts have some thoughts. If they find fire in the dark, they will not hide far away, but will slowly approach and then lurk and attack. Therefore, just in case, several people who had just had a full meal put out the firewood, and then fell down and slept peacefully.
Except for the roar of the beast, this huge forest has no wind, which sets off the darkness around it. It is really a little scary. When several people rest, there is no need to send people to guard it at all. In this environment, if there is a little wind blowing, they can wake up immediately.
The running and injury in the past few days made the group quickly fall asleep. Yan Li and Yan Yi even snore. I don't know how long it took, Yan Song still seemed to swim in his dream, but the next moment he suddenly woke up and his spirit spread quickly. He found that Yan Feng also sat up first.
"What's the matter, uncle?" When Yan Song asked, Yan Yi next to him also got up warily.
"Someone is coming. Hurry up and let them go to the ring." Yan Feng said, stood up, woke up Yan Yan and several people in a low voice, and then let them enter Yan Song's recept. Because Yan Yi healed several people, he was weak. Under Yan Feng's persuasion, he also entered the recept, but it was obvious that he was reluctant.
Yan Song and Yan Feng whispered a few words, and then divided into two sides. Relying on their spiritual power, they hid their bodies very quickly, and calmed down again. But a moment later, a few fires appeared in the distance, accompanied by small footsteps. Slowly, the firelight is getting closer and closer, and the footsteps are getting clearer and clearer. Through the uncertain firelight, you can see that those people are the disciples in purple of the inner door of the Wuya Sword School. Where the firelight can reach, there are at least 100 people.
These people hurried on their way. Except for the sound of footsteps, no one spoke. When they walked to the rest place of Yan Song and others, the leader suddenly stopped and shouted, "There is a situation!" Immediately, the sound of drawing swords and swords came from behind him.
At this time, in a dense forest next to it, suddenly chirping a few times, and then nine purple lights flew out of it. In a blink of an eye, several people screamed. The crowd suddenly became chaotic. Because it was dark, they could not see anything outside except their own people who could see their torches. At first sight of being attacked, one of them immediately shouted, "Dell the torch away!"
At the end of his words, five or six torches threw in the direction of the purple electricity just now. At this time, behind them, a blue sword spirit, like a full moon machete, swept over their heads. Wherever they passed, the cold air was awe-inspiring and touched by ice. These people were shocked and turned around one after another, but they couldn't see anything. At the next moment, the blue sword spirit directly cut out the five or six torches that were about to fall. For a moment, the surroundings fell into absolute darkness!
Choo-chio-
Where Zidian passed by, there were a few painful wailings. These inner disciples of the boundless sword school only saw Zidian coming and going, but they did not find out where it came from. For a moment, they were shocked: they could not come and go in the air without a swordsmith!
Someone began to shout, "Run, there are swordsmiths attacking around!" Immediately, this group of people rushed forward, some rushed backward, and for a moment, they dispersed. At this time, it seemed that it was still the same voice just now, shouting again: "It's like retreat, quickly, retreat, the way is more familiar!" Ah——”
While the man was talking, the disciples around him seemed to have found the backbone of the main heart. The scattered crowd suddenly chose a direction and turned back to the way. As soon as they gathered together and retreated collectively, the man suddenly screamed and was obviously killed.
Soon, the crowd remembered the sound of swords, and then there was a scream. At this time, someone shouted, "No, they sneaked into us and were killing us wantonly!" Everyone, hurry up and overflow the mysterious body!"
When the words fell, there was suddenly a light in the crowd again, which was caused by the mysterious protection of the disciples of the Wuya Sword School. These people overflowed the mysterious energy in their bodies outside their bodies. On the one hand, they could defend themselves, and on the other hand, those colorful mysterious spirits could illuminate the surroundings, so that they could see the killers who sneaked into the crowd. , hanged it.
Sure enough, a group of disciples immediately found the middle-aged people who waved their swords and killed them. While shouting at the people around them, they waved their swords and collectively killed Yan Feng. Some angry strong men directly summoned the martial soul. For a moment, Yan Feng was surrounded.
But at this time, the previous purple light appeared again. When everyone focused on Yan Feng, the nine electric lights flew around Yan Song almost in an instant. In the blink of an eye, they wore the heads of five or six young people in purple, although they were all mysteriously protective bodies.
The people around him panicked again. Compared with Yan Feng, the purple light just now was even more fearing. Yan Feng also took advantage of this to escape from the crowd, but the purple light still kept killing in the crowd. Some people know that the power of purple electricity is no longer shaken, but unconditionally dodge, but the crowd is dense, and there are always some unlucky people who are instantly passed through the purple electricity, and even some people don't know how they died at all.
"Piece away the body and don't expose the target!" At this time, someone else said in the crowd, but as soon as he finished speaking, he shouted "ah" and was killed by Yan Feng, who rushed into the crowd again.
At this time, the crowd fell into darkness again, but the killing power of the purple electricity was still unabated. Because of the darkness, many people were penetrated by purple electricity without being aware of it... And Yan Feng, in the flow of people who could not reach their fingers, with too strong spiritual power to identify the position, waved his sword and killed them, as if entering no one's land.
Yan Song was in the depths of the dense forest and drove the purple dragon beard to kill in the crowd with great interest. Suddenly, he felt a figure flashing beside him. He was shocked and calm, and his mental strength immediately found out that the man was Uncle Yan Feng. Yan Song looked at the continuous shouting in front of him and asked Yan Feng next to him, "uncle, you came out. Why are they still shouting and swords?"
"They thought I was in the crowd, in the dark, indistinguishable, and killing each other!" Yan Feng's words were full of excitement.