C31

"You must be fast! "Charge out before the city gates are sealed!" Meng Mu panted heavily as the wounds on his body opened up once again. He recited the incantation to himself in his heart. Suddenly, an intense pain surged through his body, stimulating his nerves. His body felt as if it was being stabbed by ten thousand sharp blades, and a heart-wrenching pain spread throughout his body. Seeing that the city gates were right in front of him, Meng Mu exerted his strength once more. The weapon in his hand danced again, cutting a path through the city gate.

An ordinary small carriage slowly entered Dingbei City. A middle-aged coachman sat in the front seat of the carriage. He had a long pole wrapped in rags by his right hand. With his left hand, he rode his horse towards Dingbei City's main entrance.

When they arrived at the city gate, the coachman jumped off the carriage with a long pole wrapped in rags, and saw that there was no one guarding the city gate that tightly shut. He turned around to look at the carriage and asked, "Fifth Uncle, do you feel that there's something wrong today? I'll go in first and take a look. I'll come pick you up later. "

The person inside the carriage stuck his head out and looked at the coachman, then nodded and replied, "Huang San, you go first, I'll wait for you here."

Huang San nodded and carefully walked through the door. The 300 step street was not as noisy as it used to be, and there were no soldiers patrolling everywhere. There were only broken limbs and continuous howls. Huang San's pupils constricted and he stared at the man in front of him, who was holding a brush. His eyes were filled with killing intent.

Meng Mu withdrew the calligraphy brush that was inserted into the soldier's belly and turned his head to look at Huang San who had just entered the city. Looking at this man who was not frightened in the slightest, Meng Mu was slightly surprised.

"Hey, I say, you want to run after killing so many people!?" Huang San said calmly, but his calm voice contained boundless rage.

Meng Mu glanced at the person who spoke with disdain, then smashed the pen in his hand towards Huang San's head.

"Ding ~" An ear-piercing sound of metal clashing rang out. Huang San's long pole wrapped in rags blocked the attack, smashing the cloth to pieces, revealing Huang San's real appearance. An iron spear!

The corner of Huang San's mouth curled up, and he smiled: "Your strength is not bad, try mine." He held the iron spear tightly in his hand, pointed the tip of the spear at Meng Mu, and aimed at his face.

Meng Mu saw the tip of the spear piercing towards him, but he didn't dodge at all. He felt like he could easily dodge the spear, and just as he was about to dodge, he suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. When he focused his eyes, he realized that this wasn't a spear at all. He had no choice but to retreat a few steps back into the city.

As soon as the expert made a move, he immediately knew if it was true or not. Meng Mu had no choice but to threaten Huang San with his identity. He said loudly to Huang San: "I am General Lang Ya, why haven't you let me go?"

Huang San looked at Meng Mu up and down, and then pointed the tip of his spear at Meng Mu and shouted: "Even if you want to kill so many people, I will still give you a pole even if you, Xu Bai, is riding in front of me!"

"Xu Baijun!" This person recognizes Xu Bai's cavalry, and this person is not a member of the Darkya Army. This person is most likely the person behind the scenes! " Meng Mu was secretly shocked and also pleasantly surprised. He had only found a clue behind his eight years of hiding in the Meteor Shower. He looked at this formidable obstructionist in front of him with an embarrassed face. No matter how good the information was, he would only be able to send it out with his life.

"Let's go all out!" Meng Mu saw that this person, who could not be defeated even if he were to threaten him, had no use for him. He exhaled forcefully as he dashed toward the city gates.

Seeing that this person was determined to leave, Huang San felt that there was something wrong with this person. He raised his spear and blocked the path of the approaching person, and with a simple force of his spear, he blocked Meng Mu's way out. The tip of his spear trembled and a few spear sparks once again forced Meng Mu back.

When Meng Mu saw that he couldn't get out of the city, and the army was right behind him, he became anxious. He looked at the people blocking the city's gate and made a decision.

'Dingdang ~ "Meng Mu threw away the weapon in his hand, closed his eyes and concentrated again, preparing to charge again.

Huang San looked at the person in front of him, feeling a little puzzled. Seeing that he was focused, he grinned and put his gun beside him, wrapping his arms around the person in front of him.

Meng Mu abruptly opened his eyes, and the ground rolled, picking up a saber from the body of one of the city guards he had killed.

Huang San looked at the incoming blade light and retracted the ridicule in his eyes. Gradually, his face turned cold and his killing intent filled the air. He faced the people in front of him and asked one word at a time: "You are from the Northern Mountain Range?"

Meng Mu remained silent and didn't reply. He continued to wave the blade lights in his hands towards Huang San.

Huang San pulled out his spear from the ground and rushed towards Meng Mu, aiming his killing intent at him.

Seeing that Huang San wasn't able to block the city gates, Meng Mu's eyes flashed with a hint of happiness. He quickly disappeared and his hand clenched into a fist as he rushed towards Huang San.

Huang San was still guarding the city gates while Meng Mu had a few more holes in his body.

Meng Mu was half-kneeling on the street, the hole in his body bleeding profusely. The vicious wound caused Meng Mu's anger to dissipate once again. Looking at the person at the door, Meng Mu's face was filled with despair.

"Ling Bei Ying, come out of the city gate. Jump onto my mountain first!" Huang San pointed at Meng Mu as he spoke.

Both sides knew that it would be difficult to cross this mountain! It was more difficult than the blue sky!

"Master, Senior Brother, I might not be able to come back!" Meng Mu looked at the difficult mountain peak in front of him and said in a low voice as he looked towards the north. He forced himself up from the ground, blood seeping from his hands as he gripped the blade in his hands again. With a forlorn smile, he dashed towards the door once again.

Even if leaping this mountain is harder than jumping into the blue sky, I will still jump!

Huang San looked at the person who was approaching and stabbed his spear towards Meng Mu. This time, he was going to add a few holes to Meng Mu's head.

"This blade clears away all thought, all thought and danger!" Meng Mu roared at Huang San as he swung his blade horizontally in a heavy slash.

This saber strike would either cut off his retreat path, or he would die here.

Huang San looked at the incoming blade and his pupils constricted, a complicated look in his eyes. In his eyes, there was shock, disbelief, and even some fear, and the gun in his hand did not even leave a hole on Meng Mu's head. The tip of the spear slid past Meng Mu's head, carrying a strand of hair, allowing the heavy blade to strike him.

Seeing that his knife had hit, Meng Mu's face was filled with joy. His figure flashed as he dodged Huang San's attack, escaping out of the city and passing by a horse carriage outside the city gates.

Seeing a man covered in blood running out of the city gate and yet not seeing Huang San come out, the Fifth Uncle's men got off the horse carriage and walked towards the city. As soon as they entered the city, they saw Huang San standing blankly on the street with his hands covering the hideous wound on his chest, the gun in his hands rolling and rolling on the ground without even picking it up.

Fifth Uncle's men rushed over and carefully examined Huang San, asking in worry: "Huang San, are you alright?"

Huang San came back to his senses and smiled at Fifth Uncle: "Who am I, I'm ranked eleventh on the Martial Ranking, Huang Sanlang. Huang San came back to his senses and grinned at Fifth Uncle:" Who am I, I'm ranked eleventh on the Martial Ranking, Huang Sanlang.

Fifth Uncle looked at Huang San worriedly and nodded. He didn't want the carriage anymore, so he pulled Huang San and picked up the spear on the ground, walking towards a small alley.

Huang San followed behind Fifth Uncle, not saying anything. He was touching the wound on his chest, looking a little embarrassed.