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Part Three: Pagoda Chapter 0245: The Seven Killing Gods Who Eat Bones and Drink Blood

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    If anyone has ever seen a pack of wolves chasing prey in the ice and snow, they will realize how similar the scene is now.  The difference was that the number of chasing wolves now numbered in the hundreds, and the prey was only nine people walking quickly on foot.

    The northern grassland horses have already changed into winter manes at this time. The short but fine m¨¢o makes the horses look a little bloated, but it provides the durability in low temperature environments that the southern horses do not have.  Hundreds of cavalrymen, uniformly colored prairie horses, were chasing after them, shouting and waving their scimitars.

    The shrill cold wind carrying ice crystals was suffocating, but it could not stop the pursuers.

    " A hu¨¡ is driving Zhuo Bufan, and the others are also walking as fast as flying. However, although their Qinggong and body skills can surpass the galloping horse in a short time, they will never be able to do so for a long time.  Seeing the pursuers behind him getting closer and closer, one of them suddenly shouted: "General, take the first step!".

    No need to explain, Zhuo Bufan understood the choice they made, but he was still stunned. He had just come out of seclusion, so he had to fight for his old savings.  Looking anxiously, I suddenly found a stone pass in the distance, which was a narrow opening between two hills.  It's not a prominent place, it seems too flat and wide, but it is the only terrain that can be relied upon as far as the eye can see.

    "Let's go together! Hold the front!" He couldn't say a few words in the wind and snow. Zhuo Bufan just shouted these words, then covered his mouth and started breathing.

    Everyone immediately boosted their strength, accelerated again, and rushed towards the pass.

    The pursuers behind saw that the prey could not escape at all, so they followed up slowly but unstoppably. They could even vaguely hear the Tatars' blah blah blah words.

    After rushing into the pass, the wind and snow were blocked by the mountains and suddenly became much smaller. Everyone's eyes brightened, but it turned out that this was not just a pass, but there were several hills behind the mountain, which were connected together to form a not dangerous but dangerous path.  A shallow and long valley with twists and turns.  Zhuo Bufan quickly looked at the terrain and realized: "A stick of hua will lead me forward! Wait for the rear to resist the enemy, then let a dozen people in, and a stick of hu¨¡ will kill people and seize horses!"

    After saying it in one breath, a very simple but complete plan to stop the enemy and seize the horse was formed.  The pursuers behind were approaching, and the snorting of the horses could even be heard.  Without hesitation, everyone dispersed immediately.  A branch of hu¨¡ pointed out Zhuo Bufan, and his body flashed and quickly disappeared at the corner of the valley in front.  The seven masters also rushed halfway inward and lined up in the narrowest place. At this time, they took out their weapons from the packages tightly tied behind them.  Curved hooks, three-section sticks, glazed clangs, and iron ruler swords are all strange weapons. The most conspicuous ones are a shoulder-length epee and a birdcage, but the tan tui master took out a pair of tied tui.  Above the small tui.

    The chasing wolves obviously did not pay attention to the prey, and had no scruples about entering the valley cautiously. They only heard a shout, and the entrance of the valley was darkened. The first dozen or so were wearing ruffled furs, with white mist spraying from their mouths and on their mounts.  The Tatars rushed in.

    In the valley, seven people were evenly spaced but stood motionless, blocking the way. The wind and snow became gentle as they crossed the top of the mountain. The snowflakes fell into the valley and were carried by the wind across the valley. They suddenly turned over again and passed by the seven people.  These seven people seemed to have been standing here for a long time, turned into rocks, and no intrusion could disturb them.

    The leading Tatars were also stunned by this unexpected situation, reined in their horses, and started to increase in numbers.  Suddenly, someone among the Tatars who were rushing in from behind shouted loudly, and at the same time pointed to the valley, where an obvious trace of new life was very eye-catching on the snow.  The few people in front of them are also different from the number of people they were chasing just now.

    The Tatar soldiers shouted angrily. It turned out that these guys who did not know their own death were covering the escape of others. The two people who escaped must be important figures of the Han people.

    Soon, the angry horses raised their hooves, and a dozen Tatars who were the first to rush into the valley rushed over. The anger and shame of being teased must be calmed and washed away with blood.

    The seven men remained motionless, and the Tatars charged forward. The two sides approached quickly, as if sharp arrows were about to hit the target.

    Just when the two sides were about to come into contact, the Tatar soldiers suddenly became empty, and there was only wind and snow rolling in front of them, as if nothing had ever stopped them.

    The Tatar soldiers on horseback were stunned for a moment. They turned around and were surprised to find that the seven people were still standing there motionless, as if they had never moved.  At this time, the Tatars behind shouted loudly. The dozen or so Tatars had begun to slow down. After hearing this, they accelerated their horses again and rushed into the valley following the traces on the ground. Soon they also disappeared around the corner.

    The Tatars in the brigade were so numerous that they shouted and rushed over collectively. These seven ungrateful Han barbarians would be trampled into nothing but meat.

    This time, the seven people finally made a move. Suddenly, there was a loud roar in unison. The horses running in front suddenly stopped in fright and then started to rise up. The Tatar riders with superb riding skills did not fall behind.Then, they held on to the reins tightly, but several people directly knocked their horses over and fell heavily into the snow.

    The thick snowflakes flying in the air, blocking people's sight, were thrown away by the whistling sound, and seven figures rushed straight into the rushing horses in the flying snowflakes.

    The arc-shaped sword flashed, and the double hooks flipped sideways. In response, two black objects rose into the sky, scattering countless bright red snowflakes. The rider who had lost his head was still urging his mount to rush over.

    With a roar of wind, a lightning-like black shadow rose from the ground, and a three-section stick launched a fatal attack like a scorpion lying on the road. A Tatar rider groaned and flew up directly, still in the air.  Blood was spurting out wildly, as if the blood in his body was tired of being constrained by the rules all year round and wanted to come out for a breath of air.

    Wherever the glazed clang passed, not only smoke-like blood splashed up, but also large pieces of blood and meat, fresh blood and meat that were torn directly from the limbs. There was no fierce sword light in the flash of the iron ruler, and every time  Every time he swallowed, there was a slight sound of his Adam's apple breaking.

    What¡¯s more peculiar is the big and scary heavy sword and the birdcage that doesn¡¯t look like a weapon but is rather funny.

    The owner of the heavy sword was short and thick, and even his striking posture was very strange.  He was actually spinning in circles, as if he were doing a strange and funny dance, right from the first step of impact. Moreover, the two companions next to him actually kept a certain distance from him.  When he rushed into the group of horses, his whole body had turned into a top, but this top had a circle of terrifying cold light. The thick and terrifying heavy sword that was higher than his shoulder had turned into a circle of sword light.  .  Wherever it passed, no matter whether it was a man or a horse, whether it was a log shield or a hard weapon, it was all passed by the sword light without any obstruction.  When weapons and armor are thrown away, they become scrap metal; when people or horses are separated, what comes out is blood, bones, and intestines.

    Now the Tatar soldier finally understood why the heavy swordsman¡¯s companions had distanced themselves from him. When meeting such an opponent, no one wanted to stand in the way of the heavy sword.  However, when I wanted to escape, I saw a birdcage.  It was the birdcage. This birdcage suddenly turned into countless clones, as if it would be bumped into no matter where it came from. Not only people had this illusion, but even the horses slowed down one after another, as if  He was blinded by the rotating birdcage that was almost right in front of him.  At this time, some Tatar soldiers had turned from being dismissive at the beginning to being heartbroken. Some of them shouted hysterically and waved their swords at the birdcage in front of them. However, this phantom-like birdcage was not only  Phantom, several screams seemed to sound at the same time, several arms, the arms holding the scimitars were thrown into the air, fell far away on the hillside nearby, and then slowly rolled down covered with snow.

    In contrast, master Tan Tui seems to be the weakest, and he seems to be the least deterrent with empty hands.  With his head lowered, he, who was already defenseless, deliberately sent his most dangerous head to him. He kicked his legs and rushed into the horse group like lightning.  The Tatar soldiers on horseback spotted the head, which was more eye-catching than the wooden stake used for practice riding, and chopped it off with one stroke.  However, without the pleasure of waiting for the knife to cut into the bone, a foot suddenly appeared in front of him.  One is wearing ordinary warm leather boots, and one can even clearly see the rolled white sheep m¨¢o at the boot cuff.

    "Pop!", it was not any other thumping sound, it was the kind of crunching sound like a kick on a watermelon, with the flesh of the melon shattering into pieces.  The Tatar soldier did not chop off the opponent's head, but his own head suddenly turned into a flying object. This seemingly erratic and swift kick had the effect of a hundred kilograms of vertebrae.

    The seven figures, the seven figures that rushed into the horses, seemed to be stretched into seven straight lines, but they brought a bloody storm.  In the snowstorm, the white sky and the earth, the rare warm haven in the raging snowstorm, suddenly turned into a Shura hell where the flowers of blood and flesh were spread and the blood of life was ravaged.

    I thought I was chasing a delicious lamb, but I didn¡¯t expect that I was chasing a terrifying pride of lions. Yes, a pride of lions. These are not the weak Chinese Han people, but the terrifying Western Region lions in the grasslands of the Western Regions. They are definitely not ordinary people, no,  They must be demons.  This was the feeling of the Tatar officer who was commanding at the mouth of the valley with several followers.

    Suddenly silence fell in the valley, and the seven demons stopped at the same time. Behind them and in front of them was the snow that had been stained red with bloody limbs and internal organs, and above the blood-red mud were seven bloody gods of death!

    The Tatar cavalry were still pouring in, but they were all shocked by the scene in front of them, and they all filled up in unison.  Suddenly, the Tatar officer's eyes narrowed, and in the reflection of the bright snow on both sides, the chests of the seven demons were undulating violently.

    Whether it is the blood of prey or your own, it will also arouse the bloodthirsty nature of the wolves.  The prairie wolf also has his own pride. When facing powerful enemies, even facing the god of death from hell,Even if you risk your own life, you still have to bite your sharp teeth into the enemy's body.  Because they know that their sacrifice will give their companions or the chance to kill powerful enemies.

    The rarely used horn finally sounded, and all the Tatar cavalry seemed to have suddenly gained magical power. With a cry, they rushed towards the seven people in front of them with their mouths almost torn open and screaming.
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