Sun Hunter

"Xue Ran" Just when Lihua was about to interrogate Mo Ran, a shaking voice came into her ears. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was surrounded by endless mountains, forests and fields, and there was no one there. She lowered her head and looked at Mo Ran.

, Mo Ran's mouth actually moved, she was so surprised that Mo Ran was not dead.

She put down the hand holding the knife indifferently, caressed the indifferent face and shouted

"Indifferent, indifferent" But Indifferent still ignored her call

Lihua put her head against Mo Ran's chest and listened. After a while, she cried with a smile on her face. Mo Ran's heartbeat entered her heart and shook her soul. She knew that Mo Ran must have suffered a lot this time.

He was injured. She wanted to save him. She wanted to move Mo Ran's body, but she didn't have much strength. She used up her strength to carry Mo Ran on her back, but she fell down after just two steps, and Mo Ran was pressed against her.

She didn't get up.

"Moran, don't worry, I will save you even if you crawl." She seemed to be telling Moran, but she seemed to be telling herself.

But she didn't climb far, her clothes were torn, her arms and knees were scratched, and blood soaked out of her clothes, but she resisted and continued to crawl, with Indifference still pressing on her body motionless.

Lihua couldn't crawl anymore. She looked back and saw that it was only a few dozen meters away. She was a little desperate. What should she do? She carefully put Mo Ran aside, ignoring her own pain, and hugged Mo Ran to herself.

In her arms, looking at this childish face, her heart almost broke. Tears fell on Indifferent's face, and she wiped them away.

It turned out that Mo Ran was kicked to the wall. When he fell, he could grab a flat stone with his left hand. He secretly broke it into several pieces with force. When Shan Pu rushed up like a madman, the stone in Mo Ran's hand was shot out like a flying knife.

out.

Shanura's knife fell to the ground, and his wrist bone was broken by a stone. The stone that followed blinded his left eye and hit his chest. A force took him backwards. When he again

When he got up, the blood from his left eye had covered half of his face, and blood was pouring out of his chest. His face looked extremely terrifying.

Shanpu didn't wipe the blood on his face or look at the wound on his chest. He held a short knife in his left hand. His only eye stared at Indifferent fiercely. He didn't believe the result. He could chop the opponent down in one second.

He was killed, but the result was so surprising to him. Although he had also seen the damage caused by the flying knives of Mo Ran. But he also saw that he had used up all the flying knives in Wanhua Tower. And he was seriously injured.

He shot out stones that were so fast that he was completely unable to block them, and that was so powerful that he could break his wrist bones. He looked at it indifferently.

Mo Ran also looked at him, a smile appeared on his face, and he flashed the small stone in his hand. A mouthful of blood gushed out again, but this time Shanpu did not attack, and Mo Ran still had a smile on his face. In fact, he knew now that he

All the strength has been used up. As long as Shanpu steps forward, he can trample him to death with his feet. He is persisting with his own will. The master said that you should smile forever so that the enemy will never know your strength and thoughts. This move is really experienced.

Harmful.

Yamaura finally gave up and ran away with a loud scream. Japanese people are also afraid of death, and Japanese samurai are also afraid of death. They will also choose to flee in front of an enemy they think is impossible to defeat. A strong country will make the army strong, and the force will be strong.

Broken bamboo, if the country is weak, the army will be weak, and they will flee in the wind. When we meet on a narrow road, the strong will win. How can we win if we are brave but not strong? That is to say, if we are strong and brave, we can march wherever we go.

Watching Shanpu's back disappear from sight, Indifferent vomited several mouthfuls of blood and fainted. Although the snakeskin clothes could resist the penetration of swords, they could not block the transmission of power. Longyang's magical power also changed according to his physical condition.

Mo Ran's body moved, and a mouthful of blood spilled out of his mouth. Lihua hurriedly wiped away the bleeding blood with her hands. Mo Ran needed medical treatment. If this continues, Mo Ran will die. Lihua was as anxious as an ant in a hot pot. She was looking around

She looked around but couldn't see a village. She tried her best to move Mo Ran to a small ditch not far away, and picked up some firewood to cover Mo Ran. Then she ran towards the wild along the path leading to Guandi Temple. She believed that

This road must lead to a place with people. If she finds someone, she can save Mo Ran. No matter what method she uses, she must save Mo Ran. She runs hard, gets up when she falls, and runs again. It is completely a will that gives her

The power keeps running, that is, to save Mo Ran.

After running for who knows how long and how many falls, she finally saw a village. She ran towards it with all her strength, but when she was approaching the entrance of the village, her physical strength reached its limit and she collapsed...

When she woke up, she looked around and saw a few honest peasant women looking at her.

"Wake up, she's awake" a peasant woman called with a smile

"Hurry, save people!" Lihua jumped up and grabbed a peasant woman's arm and shouted.

"Save someone? Who should you save?" the peasant woman asked

At this time, two men walked in, one in his mid-fifties and the other in his twenties. There were also concerned eyes on their faces.

"Don't be anxious, girl, speak slowly."

"Uncle, save this person quickly, he will die if it's too late." Lihua suddenly stood in front of the man.

"Girl, get up and talk," the man in his fifties panicked and pulled Lihua

"Who are you saving? Where are they?"

"Guandi Temple, he is in Guandi Temple, uncle and aunties, please save him," Lihua started crying.

"Who is he?"

"He, he is a good man who specializes in killing Japanese. His name is Taihang Magic Sword." Lihua thought for a moment before saying Indifferent's name. Taihang Magic Sword should be more famous.

"The Taihang Magic Sword is the one that killed more than a hundred Japanese by one person."

"Well, that's him. Uncle and aunt, please save him. If it's too late, he will die." Lihua still refused to get up.

"Dad, I'll go, I'll save him," said a strong young man in his twenties.

"Okay, I'll take you there. I hid him in a ditch. He was seriously injured," Lihua said.

"You don't have to go. I know you well. You said you were hiding in that ditch," the young man said.

"It's not far from Guandi Temple. I can't carry him in the ditch leading here."

"I'll go with you to drive the bullock cart. It's more than three miles away," said the man in his fifties.

"Okay." The two of them went out and headed towards Guandi Temple with the bullock cart.