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Chapter 68 Purple Lightning Green Frost
It is the early winter morning, and the slightest bit of coldness has not completely dissipated. When it passes over the face, one can feel the refreshing chill.
The morning sun in early winter is golden and red, just like the yolks of eggs laid by free-range hens by the creek behind the village. It looks very nourishing at first sight, which makes people like it from the bottom of their hearts, so they go there. A slight warmth slowly rose from my heart.
In this morning sun, a group of seven people are galloping towards a certain place, somewhere north of the mouth of Liuyun Ranch. Their target is that someone located somewhere.
Mu Tie's big hand held the reins lightly, looking at the figure in front of him who should be unfamiliar but was very familiar. At this very inappropriate time, he naturally became distracted.
In order to achieve that almost impossible goal, they rested for half a day yesterday. They got up at dawn today, packed up, found the direction, urged the horses that had been fed, and started running from slow to fast. Until now , has been galloping for a full two-quarters of an hour, both humans and horses have entered the best state, the state of killing.
The camp is already in sight, and everyone's murderous intention gradually begins to rise. Seven people, seven horses, and seven guns turn into seven angry arrows that leave the string, piercing into the heart of the camp, piercing into someone's heart.
The horse's hooves, surging in the sunshine, crushed the unmelted green frost on the grass, just like the beating of a strong heart. Every time it burst, the soul could not help but tremble.
The sound of horse hooves coming from far and near finally woke up the young sentry on the observation platform from his drowsy state. He quickly opened his flesh-red eyes and squinted against the rising sun. Looking away.
"Enemy" The young sentry was so frightened by the murderous intent in the golden light that he broke into a cold sweat. He opened his mouth involuntarily and was about to shout out the word, but he only said half a word before he was tightly covered by his sharp-sighted companion next to him. Mouth.
"It's the leader of the village." The companion's eyes glowed with unbelievable but inexplicable excitement. His voice trembled like a bowstring, and he whispered to the young sentinel.
How can it be? The young sentry looked at his companions in confusion, thinking that the leader of the village had probably not gotten up yet. Could this guy be dazzled and dizzy after staying up all night?
But he didn¡¯t know that the village leader his companions mentioned was not the ¡°village master¡± in the camp.
The young sentry didn¡¯t have time to sound the alarm, but that didn¡¯t mean that others wouldn¡¯t. Within a moment, a sharp voice was heard coming from another platform at the village gate: ¡°Enemy attack.¡±
The thieves who had just stood up not long ago were carrying food boxes and preparing to start a fierce battle with the steaming big steamed buns. Suddenly they heard a somewhat tragic warning sound. The first reaction in most people's minds was not to throw away the steamed buns and grab guns and knives, but to frown. He frowned and cursed secretly, the sound was really unpleasant to him.
By the time the thieves reluctantly replaced the steamed buns in their hands with swords and guns, the seven angry arrows had already drawn a perfect arc and shot in front of the camp gate.
The thieves behind the village gate who were bending their bows and preparing to shoot suddenly became as if they were demented. They stared blankly at the seven people rushing into the camp, their mouths wide open, and they were a little at a loss.
Because the man who was leading the way was born with a full face and a beard, with a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle on his dark face. The figure on the horse was broad and tall, and in his hand was a purple stick that they would never forget. stun gun.
At this moment, I saw the man opening his mouth and shouting loudly: "I, Ma Xiaofeng, are back, who are you guys going to stop me?"
That majestic voice was full of real energy, resounding through the entire camp like muffled thunder, hitting every thief in the heart.
The bearded purple electric gun, the horse is like a dragon roaring in the wind
"The leader of the village is the leader of the village." The expressions on the faces of countless thieves gradually changed from surprise to ecstasy. The leader of the village is back. The master of the village is back.
At this moment, everyone unconsciously made way for a passage, and at the same time straightened their bodies, with an almost adoring light in their eyes, as if they were welcoming the king they had not seen for a long time.
The horse is like a dragon, the spear is like lightning, the cold wind is blowing, move forward, move forward
The iron hoofs rumbled, as if they were stepping on the wrathful thunder of the nine heavens, and with the will of revenge, they shot toward the Chinese army's tent.
Pan Qing, who was awakened from his sleep, hurriedly put on his shirt and walked out of the tent, and saw the fatal nightmare before the end of his life.
"It's fake, he's fake, Ma Xiaofeng has been dead a long time ago" Several of Pan Qing's confidants woke up from the shock and shouted loudly.
"Protect the village owner" "Can't let them come here"
Dozens of thieves armed with knives and guns rushed to stop the seven people.
"Get lost" Suddenly, a loud shout surged out from behind "Ma Xiaofeng", shaking everyone's minds. Their actions couldn't help but slow down a beat, and the unstoppable seven cavalry crushed them like a whirlwind. Overcome all obstacles and fight to the front of Pan Qing
Pan Qing has a pair of slender sword eyebrows that go straight into the temples, a pair of phoenix eyes like dotted paint, and a fair face that can make many women feel ashamed. In short, he is very handsome. When used on women, it is called beauty; when used on most men, it is called false.
However, at this moment, the handsome Pan Qing did not look handsome at all. That was because the tip of the purple electric gun had been handed to his throat.
The killing intent was cold, powerful, and terrifying, like a giant python, covering him tightly and making him unable to move.
This could not help but make him feel inexplicably frightened. The fright suddenly spread to his face, making that handsome face become as ugly and disgusting as a timid fox.
The substantial killing intent did not come from the purple electric gun, but from the man holding the red cherry spear beside "Ma Xiaofeng".
"I have no enmity with you, why do you want to kill me?" In an instant, Pan Qing spit out a string of words quickly.
Naturally, she said the words to Liu Hongying, but she didn¡¯t get any response. Oh, maybe, that¡¯s the gun in her hand.
"Pfft" the sharp tip of the spear penetrated Pan Qing's throat without any hindrance, and blood splattered everywhere.
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