Chapter 67 (1/2)

I don't know how long it has been floating. Hualanting only feels that there seems to be a glimmer of light in the distance. A voice keeps whispering in his ear: ”there is a spring and autumn dream in the world, and there is no time to return...”

Suddenly, consciousness surged back into the body like the ebb tide of the sea, and hualanting suddenly opened his eyes.

It's empty and dark around. Why is it still floating in the air and about to fall? Hua Lanting was at a loss for a moment. He felt stiff and could not move his hands and feet.

A few exclamations came from my ears: ”little Lord!” ”second childe!” ”little Marquis!”

Are you calling me? Hua Lanting thought vaguely, fortunately, he didn't pass through and be reborn as a woman. Otherwise, he really didn't know how to deal with himself in the scene of two groups in front of his chest and squatting down.

Just thinking of this, a white light flashed in front of me. What is it? No, it's the tip of the gun! A big gun decorated with a red cherry the size of a bowl stabbed at his chest from bottom to top!

With the faint moonlight reflected from the sharp point of the bright gun, Hua Lanting glanced and finally saw the situation.

I was indeed in mid air, surrounded by dark peaks and dense forests. At my feet, there was an iron cable suspension bridge. There was a figure shaking on it.

In addition to the bright and cold gun tip in front of him, he also noticed that two winds were attacking three feet under his feet. It was estimated that he was about to fall out of Qi. After calculating the advance, another concealed weapon was coming straight to his back!

People are in the air, suffering from enemies, their whole body is still stiff, and one arm just feels a little conscious.

What happened? You'll be killed when you come? You'll wake up soon? Set the fastest plane training travel record in the history of zongmen?

One after another tried to urge the blue smoke jade on the chest and the ring on the left hand, but there was no response! Hua Lanting closed his eyes. Anyway, Lao Mu said he wouldn't really die. Believe him again.

Just listening to the click in front of him, Hua Lanting opened his eyes and saw that a five claw grasping head of flying grasping was clasped on the tip of the surprise gun and was pulling down, so that he could avoid the danger of penetrating his chest. There were two rapid howls behind him, one of which hit the concealed weapon running to his back. The concealed weapon was hit and tilted, and he subconsciously grabbed it with his right hand.

Another whistling came first and hit him on the back. It was like an iron gall. The force was extremely clever. He rushed forward and fell, but didn't hurt him. In this way, the two concealed weapons hit at his feet also failed!

Under the impact of the iron gall bladder, Hua Lanting's body finally reluctantly listened to the command and moved. He only felt a cold sweat. He was still scared. His feet had just fallen on the wood surface of the iron cable bridge. He had not yet stood firm. Two long guns stabbed from the front to the left and right. The gun momentum was erratic and rapid, and the gun tip gathered like a rainstorm pear flower.

Zhuge Yun, who had practiced with Hua Lanting for countless times, couldn't distinguish the real meaning of the gun tip. His feet were firm and relaxed. He shook left and right. He had clamped the gun body under the armpits on both sides, shaking and shaking his arms. With the gun in front, they cried miserably and fell off the suspension bridge.

At this time, they grabbed him from the front and back, and one person sandwiched him in the middle. They suddenly turned their backs to him and looked forward to each other.

Own people!

Hua Lanting breathed a sigh of relief and took time to look at the situation.

At their feet is an abyss of unknown depth. The suspension bridge is more than 50 feet long and about two feet wide. They are one-third behind them.

There are more than 30 people fighting on the suspension bridge. From time to time, some people jump up. They are all light, and their Kung Fu is not weak. They are all dressed in black, which makes him unable to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. On a closer look, nearly 20 people use all kinds of long guns, which should be the opponent's side.

At this time, the suspension bridge shook more and more violently. A person not far behind shouted: ”come on, come and rush out of the suspension bridge!” the front and rear people couldn't help saying, coerced him and retreated back.

The man in front is dressed in tight green clothes and holding a sword to resist the flying enemy. The sword is magnificent and upright, and the sword body is stained with blood.

Behind him was a big man with a beard. He held a flying grasp in his hand. He relied on the length to help make the sword from time to time. The flying grasp angle was tricky and there were not many moves, but his hand must see blood. It should be the person who helped him block the tip of the gun just now.

There were blood stains on both men, and it was unclear in the dark whether they were the enemy's or their own injuries.

The number of opponents was obviously higher than theirs. After discovering that they were about to escape from the suspension bridge, five people tried to fight through layers of obstruction, and several dodged to catch up. Two people jumped from the front, and the other three jumped into the air one after another. They were all fighting.

The swordsman in blue was entangled by the two men in front. The big man with Qiu beard caught and attacked the two people in the air. The last one took the opportunity to roll in with a gun, and the big gun poisonous dragon came out of the hole and stabbed the lower abdomen of hualanting.

Hua Lanting's mind hasn't fully recovered to figure out the whole situation, but it doesn't matter now. When five people came over just now, he saw seven or eight people fall under the bridge, both the enemy and ourselves.

At the moment, the moon is black and the wind is fierce. There is a frightful killing and blood on the lonely suspension bridge, which stimulates his mind to quickly integrate with the flesh, and also excites his spirit.

There was no time to tangle. The tip of the gun was close. He could feel that the man with a curly beard tried his best to move in front of him. He couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, blood gushed up and roared in his mouth.