Chapter 109: Fighting cultivators secretly help each other
Zheng Qiu was kicked in the chest, and the air in his lungs was involuntarily choked out.
He rolled somersaults and rolled five feet away on the ground. The yellow sand covered his clothes and the wound embedded in his palm was extremely painful.
Holding his chest and struggling to sit up, he saw the cultivator rushing towards him with a soft sword in his hands.
It's over, I'm dead!
Intense fear washed over his mind, and the chill rose from the soles of his feet and quickly spread throughout his body.
Zheng Qiu was so frightened that his face paled, his legs kept kicking, his arms pushed his body back, and he sat on the ground and kept backing away, trying to stay away from the skinny man.
But the skinny cultivator got closer and closer, his head gradually went blank, and he could only see the murderous eyes of the other party in his field of vision.
Just then, his numb arm touched something, a hard object hidden in his waist.
A ray of hope entered Zheng Qiu's blank mind. This was Ma Peng's processed weapon, the dagger made of a broken sword sandwiched between stones.
Gudong, he tried hard to swallow the saliva in his mouth, reached into his clothes, and firmly grasped the stone handle of the dagger.
He clenched it tightly, and clenched it again, he could no longer feel the pain in his palm, he only knew that this dagger was his last straw.
The thin man came to Zheng Qiu in a blink of an eye, raised the soft sword in his hand and shouted: "How dare you play me with dry dung, die!"
Accompanied by the voice, the soft sword fell down, and the light gray halo drew a mist-like airflow.
Plop, plop, Zheng Qiu's heartbeat has never been so fast, he opened his mouth and shouted, as if to spit out all the breath in his chest.
At the same time, his left hand was propped to the ground, and his right hand pulled out the dagger from his clothes. He propped it up from the ground with all his strength, and pushed the dagger towards the thin man's chest.
At this moment, the city wall, the ground, the pain, including the setting sun, everything disappeared from Zheng Qiu's sight.
The only thing he could see was the shiny tip of the dagger and the skirt of the thin man's approaching.
Not far away, on the roof of a stone house, an orderer squatted by the eaves and watched quietly.
He had a panoramic view of the whole process from the skinny cultivator smashing the city wall, to the discovery of the hole in the wall, to the knocking down of the three little beggars. Soon, he saw the thin man kicking Zheng Qiu out, and then raised his sword to kill him.
At this time, the commander suddenly stood up, opened the hem of his clothes and touched his waist, and when he retracted his hand, there was already a slingshot in his palm.
He picked up a small stone from the eaves, put it into the rope pocket of the slingshot, and quickly pulled it away. The silver light spot immediately appeared on the handle of the bow, and continuously gathered towards the stone along the bow rope.
Seeing that the thin man raised his soft sword and slashed at Zheng Qiu's neck, at the very moment, the commander let go of the bow rope, and the stone drew a silver light like a shooting star and shot at the thin man's head.
The soft sword was still a foot and a half away from Zheng Qiu's neck. The skinny man knew that as long as he continued to swing his arm down, he would immediately see the picture of the little beggar's head in a different place.
However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that something touched his right temple.
Before the body reacted, the skinny man's vision instantly lost color and fell into darkness. At the same time, a white light flashed faintly in his mind, and the last feeling was only pain.
The pebble shot by the Commander passed through the air with thin silver light, and hit the thin man's temple directly, leaving a bloody hole the size of a bean on his skin.
The thin man's sword swing froze because of this attack,
A slight shock spread from his head to his whole body, and then his body softened, as if his strength had been drained.
Zheng Qiu didn't know this, he yelled and pushed the dagger in his hand with all his might.
The tip of the dagger broke through the barrier of the cloth surface, and bright red liquid droplets spewed out along the sides, and the dagger was sent into the thin man's chest by Zheng Qiu, almost sinking even the stone handle behind it.
With a bang, the soft sword lost its grip and fell to the ground. The thin man knelt down slowly, his bloodshot eyes full of disbelief.
Then the thin man's body was tilted to one side, and he collapsed limply on the ground.
With a thud, Zheng Qiu fell to the ground, holding his clothes with both hands, his body trembling uncontrollably.
He was very scared, but he didn't know what he was afraid of, whether this fear was caused by obliterating a human life with his own hands, or because he had just stood on the verge of death.
Zheng Qiu didn't have an answer in his mind, he sat blankly, watching the evening wind blow up the yellow sand, bit by bit covering the thin man's wide eyes.
As the sky gradually darkened, Ma Peng and Ermao finally got up from the ground. Ma Peng was hit in the back by a fist and broke several ribs, while Ermao was kicked far away and broke a leg.
The two supported each other, and found Zheng Qiu limping.
Seeing the cultivator lying on the ground and Zheng Qiu sitting there, the eared cat wept with joy: "Woo, Zheng Qiu, you're still alive! You're still alive..."
Ma Peng couldn't help wiping away tears: "We survived, Zheng Qiu, you are the best..."
Hearing his companion's words, most of the fear in Zheng Qiu's heart receded immediately, and he immediately crawled over to check the injuries of Ma Peng and Ermao.
The ear cat clutched its legs, lay on its side and sighed: "Hey, I can't walk now, and I can't go to the market tomorrow. Go and ask for rations, and don't worry about me anymore."
Ma Peng also said: "Zheng Qiu, you don't need to worry about us, we are both seriously injured, we won't last long..."
Zheng Qiu shook his head and interrupted him: "No, I can't leave you to die, you believe me, I will definitely be able to get enough rations. Take good care of your wounds, no matter ten days or ten months, I will definitely be able to feed you. "
Papa, papa, applause came from the dark alley next to it, and then a tall man walked out of the alley in the darkness of night.
The man's clothes were very simple. He wore a scaly iron armor vest on his upper body, a chain mail skirt woven with iron rings around his waist, and a pair of cloth shoes on his feet.
Besides, he didn't wear a loose robe, nor did he wrap his face and neck with a cloth scarf. It seemed that the wind and sand blowing on his skin didn't make him feel uncomfortable.
The man's broad palms slapped each other and applauded continuously. His voice was loud and he sounded like a bold person.
"That's a very good statement! You have a sense of loyalty, and you're a man!"
The man walked up to Zheng Qiu, knelt down and asked, "Boy, what's your name?"
Suddenly a big man ran out of the alley, Zheng Qiu's heart jumped, and despair gradually surfaced. But he soon heard the compliment from the other party, and understood that the man was not malicious.
Relieved, Zheng Qiu replied in a low voice: "My name is Zheng Qiu, and these two are my friends, Ear Mao and Ma Peng."
Hearing Zheng Qiu's voice was a little soft, and his words were still a little trembling, the man grinned and showed a self-confident smile: "Zheng Qiu, don't be afraid, I'm not the kind of person who robs."
The man patted Zheng Qiu on the shoulder, and continued: "You are so loyal at such a young age, and you can kill practitioners, that suits my appetite! You have a future!"
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