Chapter 190

After fighting and running in the forest for more than an hour, even a veteran like Zhang Feng felt tired. The arrow had been shot and the bow was lost. The clothes were already torn less than the swimsuits of the beauties basking in the sun on the Caribbean seaside. Fortunately, there was no poisonous snake bite, otherwise he would sooner or later be vicious when he ran so wildly.

What made him most discouraged was that he had no idea about the east, south, west and north. Even if he could get rid of the pursuers, how could he find his way back? The daylight in the woods was better. At night, all the bears and wolves came out to surf the Internet and booked the night. What if he had a bad character and encountered it?

The pursuers were not much better. More than 100 people were cut and shot by Zhang Feng, leaving only dozens of people. Fortunately, the prey is now less physically strong than before. Although he can't catch up for a while, he has only one sword to accompany him, and in the end he can only surrender?

Fortunately, the sunlight is basically impossible in the woods. If it is exposed to the sun, the water will evaporate faster by such violent movements, and the situation will be more dangerous.

Damn it, if you try harder, the more Zhang Feng thinks, the more wrong he is. People often do some irrational behaviors in dangerous situations.

Zhang Feng simply turned around and looked at the direction of the pursuit, while trying to slow down the rhythm of his breathing.

Fortunately, the pursuers were not physically the same. Some chased them tightly, while others were loose. The braid with a mace that was taller than a man, didn't know where they landed.

The three pursuers at the front had reached their limit of their physical strength. Seeing Zhang Feng waiting in one hand with a sword in his hand, he couldn't help but cheer and rushed up with three completely different weapons.

One man held an axe and slashed towards Zhang Feng's head; the other used a scimitar to cut Zhang Feng's lower abdomen, and the last one actually used a halberd. This weapon, which only soldiers in the Central Plains, was probably picked up from the corpse of a soldier.

Calculate the speed of the three people and the length of the weapons. Zhang Feng did not move his left leg, his right foot turned 180 degrees, and he barely avoided the most terrifying axe. His sword in his hand fought against the scimitar. The Hu people obviously had never seen a few Han people who were stronger than them. They were still a little white-faced Han people. In their eyes, Han people were as weak as mice. They ran away when they were scared. How could they see a master among Han people?

The scimitar hit the sword, making a squeaking sound, and then was picked up to the top, just hitting the last halberd, changing its straight direction and failing to hit Zhang Feng.

Taking advantage of this fleeting attack vacuum, Zhang Feng tapped his right foot back, using only Guo Yun's move to demonstrate Shi A's move, and used a small jump to rush towards the Hu man holding the axe. Any heavy weapon always has a longer buffering time than a light weapon. The Hu man cut the air with an axe, and his strength was too strong, and his body leaned forward involuntarily, looking like he took the initiative to get on the sword handed by Zhang Feng.

With a gentle puff, the Hu man's thick neck was swept by a sharp sword blade, and no blood was flowing out for a moment. However, the Hu man himself knew that after a cold stinging sensation, he could no longer breathe. The axe, which was extremely burdened at this moment, was finally thrown to the ground, covering his neck with both hands, opened his mouth and breathing hard, making a hissing sound. Unfortunately, the little air inhaled from his mouth leaked cleanly from the cut trachea.

Seeing his own people fall down with one move, the other two Hu people were both frightened and angry. They originally thought that this Han novice only relied on the bow and arrow to support it until now, but they didn't expect that they still had real skills in their hands!

If I had known I would have brought arrows, there were very few Hu people who could not shoot arrows, but this time the other party said that there were only two targets, and one of them was a woman, so the leader did not consider bringing the bow and arrow out at all.

Who knew this would be the case!

If the task can be completed alive, the money will be doubled. With so many brothers dead, this little white face has not even lost a lot of hair.

Zhang Feng succeeded with a move, and the indescribable stimulation and pleasure feeling of swords entering the human body was completely ignited. He laughed loudly, not afraid of attracting more people: "Damn Hu Gou, if you want grandpa's life, discuss it with your father first!"

He kicked the long halberd pole, and was swung aside from the distance. Zhang Feng stabbed his sword straight into the chest of the Hu man who made the scimitar. The Hu man was anxious to block it, but unexpectedly, Zhang Feng was very powerful. The sword that stabbed his chest slid into the lower abdomen, like a ball of cotton, without any resistance, and penetrated the handle.

The remaining Hu man panicked and raised his throat and shouted a few times. It probably meant that he had a strong idea, brothers, come and help. A few similar roars came not far away, and the enemy later had already approached.

He kicked the Hu man who was still holding the sword tightly down. Zhang Feng took the opportunity to elbow and hit the remaining Hu man hard on the face. He heard a clear sound of fractures, a muffled sound of blood bursting out, and a scream.

Another casual sword was used to wipe his neck. There were too many enemies, so try to use the minimum radiation action to solve the enemy to save physical strength.

After dealing with these three closest enemies, Zhang Feng held the sword, took a light breath, and fled toward the front where the end was unknown.

As he killed and fled along the way, the number of enemies gradually decreased by about 30, but Zhang Feng's physical strength was approaching the critical point. If nothing unexpected happens, the pursuers will sooner or later surrounded him.

These bird eggs are all Zambians. They have practiced long-distance running. While cursing in their hearts, Zhang Feng held the hilt of the sword with his mouth, tore off one corner of the only few pieces of cloth with his hands, and simply tied a knot to the wound left by an enemy on his left arm. Although the wound is not long, it has a deep footprint. If you don’t stop the blood earlier, you will probably lose too much blood and get shocked as you run.

A crisp eagle cries sounded throughout the clouds, and Zhang Feng unconsciously began to pluck hope. Could this be the sea-dongqing in Tianchou?

As if it fulfilled my guess, the sound of eagle cries became increasingly dense, as if a transmitter was reporting the direction frequently. At the same time, through the layers of leaves, you could occasionally see a small shadow hovering around your head.

My heartbeat was as dense as a drum, my mouth was almost torn apart, as if my eyes were bulging out, and my lungs made even more noises, like a bellows carrying full load.

My limbs were getting heavier and heavier. I really wanted to throw the sword away. The sweat on my forehead would flow down from time to time and blur my vision, but I didn't care to wipe it. My left hand started to feel chills. It was because the bandage was too tight and the blood could not flow after a long time.

He staggered and was tripped by some plant. Zhang Feng half knelt on the ground. At that moment, he was so tired that he really wanted to fall down and have a good sleep. If he killed him, he would be killed. It would be better to be tired than to be exhausted.

With his trembling hands, he stood up with a sword with a hard time. I can't die, I can't die. Zhang Feng said to himself, thinking of countless reasons to cheer up, and found that the most useful thing was to think that if he died, would a few beautiful wives remarry or follow him. If he remarries, wouldn't he have to sleep with other men every day?

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng miraculously felt that his whole body had strength again, and his feet were running forward like an engine installed.

A large area of ​​densely dense foliage like a screen was standing in front of him. Zhang Feng rushed over without thinking. However, when he passed through the natural barrier like a huge meat bun, he found a cold arrow pointing at the tip of his nose. At present, there were at least four spears ready to stab him at any time.

"I am Zhang Feng!" He was afraid that the other party would lose his mind, and he would be finished once he loosened his hands. Zhang Feng screamed hoarsely, his voice as if two pieces of metal were rubbing against each other, which was so harsh.
Chapter completed!