Chapter 59

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"Boom—"

A muffled sound came from a hundred feet away, causing the entire hillside to tremble slightly. Shortly after, there was the sound of earth and rocks collapsing, and a faint whistling could be heard. The originally desolate place was instantly shrouded in an eerie and unpredictable atmosphere.

Juan'er covered her mouth with her hand, looking around in panic, and just then saw the campfire still flickering at the foot of the hill. The dancing flames seemed to be guiding the last and only direction in the darkness. Without a word, she hurriedly crossed the low wall and ran.

Wujiao was paying attention to the commotion in the distance and only then noticed that the little girl had already run out. He hurriedly called out in a low voice, "Don't act rashly..."

Juan'er was already terrified, not looking back, her small body bouncing and jumping through the ruins and grass. Perhaps she only wanted to run down the hill and return to her Baor sister's side.

Wujiao shook his head and quietly got up to check.

The sudden situation had already alarmed the old dragon and Ye Tianlong, who were at the foot of the hill. They all gathered around the campfire, looking up.

At this moment, the faint whistling suddenly intensified and became louder. Then a strong wind swept across the desolate hillside, followed by a black shadow passing by.

What kind of monster is it?

The black shadow was only three to five feet in size, but it had feathered wings, six hook-like legs, and a sharp, two to three-foot-long stinger under its belly. It looked like a giant hornet, quite strange. Especially the sound of its wings flapping, which was as if tearing through the air, was astonishing.

Ah! I remember that the "Hundred Spirits Scripture" records that in the wild mountains and forests, there are giant hornets, which live in groups, are poisonous, bloodthirsty, and fond of killing, named Xuan Feng. Could that monster be a Xuan Feng? No wonder the village has been abandoned; the villagers must have been forced to move elsewhere to survive.

Wujiao was surprised and speechless.

Juan'er had not yet run down the hill when she was suddenly hit by the ferocious monster. The sharp stinger instantly pierced her small body. Before she could cry out, she was thrown out in a shower of blood, like a flower bud that had not yet bloomed, silently withering...

At the same time, the whistling intensified again, and several more black shadows flew over, heading straight for the campfire at the foot of the hill.

Indeed, the Xuan Fengs came in a group, with at least seven or eight of them!

Everyone, witnessing Juan'er's tragic fate, was already in a flurry. Fu Qi and the other four ran to Baor's carriage to protect it. The old dragon and Ye Tianlong held their bows and shot arrows in quick succession.

With a few muffled "bangs," the Xuan Feng that had rushed down the hill was hit by three or five arrows and wobbled in mid-air, but its momentum did not diminish. It crashed into the campfire and rolled to the ground, causing sparks to fly and a loud noise.

The old dragon dodged the flying sparks and continued to shoot arrows. Each arrow he shot was wrapped with a paper talisman. The arrows flew swiftly, like fireflies. Ye Tianlong, standing nearby, also shot arrows in quick succession, but he was somewhat flustered.

"Bang, bang, bang—"

In the blink of an eye, another series of muffled sounds, and another Xuan Feng was shot down and fell, but it still crashed forward like a large rock. The remaining Xuan Fengs surged forward, the whistling of their wings like a sudden rainstorm.

The arrows were sharp, but they were outnumbered, and the Xuan Fengs were fierce, requiring at least three or five arrows to stop them.

After shooting two more arrows, the old dragon retreated, "Form an array in front of the carriage..."

Before he finished speaking, a惨叫 came from nearby.

It turned out that just as Ye Tianlong shot an arrow, two or three Xuan Fengs had already rushed to him. He couldn't dodge in time and swung his bow to defend. With a "crack," the wooden bow broke into several pieces, and he spat out blood, being thrown back.

The old dragon saw this clearly and leaped forward. Midway, several Xuan Fengs attacked him. Despite his age, he was abnormally agile, swinging his long bow and moving forward, grabbing Ye Tianlong, and leaping to the carriage. He put Ye Tianlong down, threw away his quiver, and took a long sword, shouting sternly, "Hold your ground..."

Ye Tianlong fell to the ground with a "thud," almost rolling under the carriage, looking quite狼狈, but he still gritted his teeth and struggled to get up. When he turned back, his face turned pale.

The campfire was scattered everywhere, the flames flickering in the wind. Five or six giant hornets still refused to give up, circling the carriage with a whistling sound that was terrifying. One of the giant hornets, unable to contain its arrogance, rushed at a horse. Before it reached the horse, its sharp stinger had already stabbed out. The horse neighed and broke free from the reins, leaping high, but its intestines were already spilling out. It fell heavily to the ground. The giant hornet followed, stabbing and tearing with its sharp claws, greedily devouring the flesh. The horse, not yet dead, was still making mournful cries...

Ye Tianlong cried out in shock, "Old Dragon, we can't stay here long!"

The old dragon, fully alert, suddenly swung his sword with both hands. With a "bang," a giant hornet buzzed and flew away. However, he couldn't stand his ground and crashed into the carriage behind him. The soft curtain of the carriage window swung open, revealing the tear-streaked face of Jiaobao, who said anxiously, "Old Dragon..."

The old dragon shook his head to indicate he was fine, then stood up with his beard bristling, holding his sword high, and spat at Ye Tianlong, "Nonsense! If we leave and let them attack, none of us will survive. We must fight to the death to live!"

The logic was clear: even the fastest horse couldn't outrun the winged giant hornets, let alone two legs. If they were caught and surrounded, the outcome would be unimaginable!

The old dragon swung his sword again, crashing into the carriage. Fu Qi and the others were in even worse shape, each injured and struggling to cope. The Xuan Fengs became even more frenzied, constantly attacking the carriage. Inside the carriage, Jiaobao felt as if she were on a small boat in a storm, waiting in despair for the final moment to arrive...

On the hillside more than twenty feet away, Wujiao still stood silently.

Perhaps because he was in the ruins and hidden by the grass, the Xuan Fengs didn't notice him and flew past, heading for the campfire at the foot of the hill. At this moment, he was no longer the timid and cowardly person he used to be, nor did he feel lucky to be out of it. Instead, his eyebrows furrowed, and he looked worried.

Juan'er died a tragic death!

The girl was young, innocent, and naive. She had only delivered some food and was killed for it! She was different from those bad people with blood on their hands; she really shouldn't have died!

Sigh, maybe I could have saved her.

Why did I watch the little girl die so tragically? Was it because the unexpected came too suddenly, or because I had become accustomed to self-preservation during my escape? Or was it because I hadn't adapted to the demon sword inside me, lacking the courage and responsibility?

It's too late now; I can't bring back a life. Making excuses will only betray the demon sword inside me. What good would it be to have great strength and abilities in the future?

A warrior with a sharp sword in hand is fearless of life and death. With a demon sword inside me, I should break through the universe and sweep away all evil spirits, to live up to the sharpness of the sword and the dominance of the demon!

Thinking this, a black aura flashed in Wujiao's brows. As his right hand in his sleeve opened slightly, a black sword light slowly emerged. Just as he was about to move, his expression changed.

The old dragon and the others were doomed, and Jiaobao would also be slaughtered. In a moment, all eight of them would be buried here. But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

Under the moonlight, three figures rushed over from a distance. Even from dozens of feet away, the leading middle-aged man had already released a sword light. The two young men following him also acted, a sword light and a fire light following closely.

The frenzied Xuan Fengs were suddenly hit, and three of them were instantly split in half. Then the fire light roared, and another one struggled in mid-air before crashing to the ground. The remaining two Xuan Fengs, realizing the danger, turned and fled into the night.

Wujiao recognized the three cultivators who suddenly appeared, slightly surprised, but he stayed where he was, leaning against the low wall and watching silently. When his gaze swept over Juan'er's remains, he sighed inwardly.

At the foot of the hill, a few campfires still burned slowly in the grass. The surroundings were littered with debris, a scene of bloody chaos.

The old dragon and the others still guarded the carriage, still shaken. No matter how fierce and brave they were, encountering such a formidable beast and powerful cultivators, the men from the tribe were at a loss.

The three cultivators arrived quickly and were already at the foot of the hill, putting away their sword lights and checking around. One of the young men approached the carriage, surprised, "It's the old dragon and his group, nice to meet you..."

The old dragon finally recognized the person and immediately relaxed, putting down his sword and stepping forward, bowing, "It's Hu Xianzhang, thank you for saving us!"

The man was none other than Hu Yancheng, whom he had met a few days ago. Indeed, the sound of hooves could be heard in the distance, and a figure in apricot yellow could be seen jumping in the night. However, his brother and sister were supposed to be heading to Lujiang Town, and it was unclear why they had appeared here.

Hu Yancheng smiled slightly and glanced at a shadow on the hill, saying indifferently, "It was just a coincidence, nothing to mention!"

The old dragon turned and gestured to Ye Tianlong and the others, calling out, "Baor, come and thank them!" Before Jiaobao appeared from the carriage, he added solemnly, "I don't know the names of the other two Xianzhang..."

Hu Yancheng introduced them, "These are two brothers from Boping Mountain, Chu You and Chu Fang."

The two cultivators who arrived with him were a middle-aged man with a beard, sturdy and strong, and a young man in his twenties with an ordinary appearance. Neither of them paid attention to the people present, busy collecting the remains of the Xuan Fengs.

Hu Yancheng smiled and said, "Brother Chu You, you can meet the old dragon and then get busy. There are six Xuan Fengs on the ground, enough for us to share..." He paused and looked up the road.

The sound of hooves grew closer, and a woman exclaimed, "Ah! Killing so many monsters, Brother, you are truly skilled..."

The two brothers from the Chu family had already removed the stingers from the six Xuan Fengs and stood up.

The middle-aged man, Chu You, looked at the six stingers on the ground, looking pleased, and said dismissively, "Just a few mortals, how dare they boast!" His gaze fell on Jiaobao, who had just stepped out of the carriage, and his expression changed, looking lecherous, "That woman is pretty and still a virgin, quite useful..."

The old dragon, Jiaobao, and the others exchanged glances, their faces changing.

Hu Yancheng was surprised, "Brother Chu, why are you speaking so rudely? I remember you are not like this, and we are working together. And you... you..." He was so shocked he couldn't speak.

Suddenly, the young man, Chu Fang, leaped up and rushed toward Hu Shuangcheng. The woman had not yet dismounted when he grabbed her around the waist, and she cried out, "Brother, save me..." Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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