The posthouse is two miles ahead.
The official road turned a gentle bend here, with a gentle grassy slope on the right and a medium-sized birch forest on the left. The trees in the forest were dense and dense, and the branches and leaves intertwined into gray shadows in the dusk. There was only the rustle of wheels crushing the loose soil, and there was no sound of birdsong.
The convoy slows down.
The guards in front could already see the light of the lanterns in front of the inn door, and could even faintly hear the voices of people - other caravans had arrived first.
"Work harder!" Yang Scarface called back, breaking the silence in the forest, "You can rest when you get there!"
Everyone's spirits were lifted.
Qin Tiexin was walking in the middle of the convoy. His right hand had been placed on the handle of the knife behind him - Edgeless. The rope was rough and had a solid grip. His left hand hung by his side, and the scab on his palm was tough. When he made a fist just now, the edge of the scab was a little tight, like a thin thread pulling at the flesh. It didn't hurt, but it just reminded him that the wound was still there.
Li Yun was three steps away to his left, her steps were light and steady. Her cuffs moved slightly, and the Ice Soul Needle had slipped to her fingertips.
Neither of them spoke.
There is still one and a half miles to go from the inn, and we need to pass through the section of road next to the birch forest. The forest is unusually quiet, not even the chirping of birds.
The convoy entered the forest road.
The sound of wheels echoed among the trees, and the hooves of horses kicked up the dirt on the road. The guards were still immersed in the relaxation of their upcoming arrival, and some began to discuss what to drink tonight.
Just then.
The driver of the baggage train—a thin, taciturn man in his forties—suddenly loosened his reins.
He jumped out of the carriage, his movements were unlike any ordinary coachman's. When he landed on his toes, he rushed to the back of the carriage, grabbed a half-foot-square iron box under the tarpaulin with both hands, and pulled hard!
The box was pulled out, but it was not very heavy. He put it on his shoulders, turned around and ran towards the woods on the left.
Everything happens in three breaths.
"Stop him!" Family Master Feng roared, his voice changing tone.
Yang Scarface was the first to react, and he drew his sword and rode his horse in pursuit. However, the horse was inconvenient in the forest and could not match the speed. The coachman Movement Method was not weak, and he had already reached the edge of the forest in a few leaps.
Qin Tiexin moved.
He did not pursue him, but took three steps across to block the driver's path. His steps were not large, but he just happened to block the way.
The coachman raised his head, with a ruthless look in his eyes. He was still holding the box with his left hand, and with his right hand he pulled out a short blade from his waist and stabbed Qin Tiexin straight into the throat.
Qin Tiexin will not return.
He turned sideways to pass the blade, reached out with his left hand, and grabbed the driver's knife-holding wrist like a pair of iron pincers. He twisted it.
Click.
The cracking sound of the wrist bones was clearly audible. The driver screamed and the short blade was released. Qin Tiexin's right fist arrived and hit his shoulder blade. The punch was not with full force, but it was enough to make him let go.
The box fell to the ground with a dull sound.
The coachman staggered back, holding his broken wrist, his face pale.
Qin Tiexin bent down to lift the box. It was heavy and cold to the touch - the unique coldness of Cold Iron, which had seeped out of the box. He understood in his heart, but his face remained calm, and he just raised his eyes to look at the coachman.
"Traitor!" The head of the Feng family had already arrived on horseback, looking at the coachman with eyes split open.
Yang Scarface also chased after him, pointing his knife at the coachman. "Say! Who ordered you--"
The words have not yet fallen.
Deep in the woods, arrows shot through the air.
Not one, but dozens of them, shot from three directions at the same time. The arrow clusters were dark blue and the poison was quenched.
"Enemy attack!" Yang Scarface roared, swinging his sword to block arrows.
The guards instantly formed a formation and raised their shields to protect the core of the convoy. However, the arrow rain was too dense, and two people were still hit by arrows. They fell to the ground screaming, and their wounds quickly turned black.
The rain of arrows has not stopped.
Figures emerged from the forest.
There were no less than thirty people in black clothes and masked faces, holding knives and crossbows. The first three were not masked - two tall and thin men, and a short and stocky old man. They were all wearing gray robes, with Storage Bag hanging from their waists.
monk.
The breath of the three people was released, and the pressure from the seventh level of Qi Refining came like a tide. The guards were suffocated, and the legs of those with low cultivation levels were already weak.
The head of the Feng family saw the stocky old man clearly and gritted his teeth, "Han Laosan!"
Han Laosan, a short and stocky old man, sneered, "Feng Laosan, you are fine. My Han family wants this box of things."
He glanced across the convoy, paused at Qin Tiexin and Li Yun, and showed disdain. "With these two little kids, how dare you take this road?"
The head of the Feng family looked pale.
The veins in Yang Scarface's hand holding the sword bulged, but he did not step forward - the opponent had three seventh-level Qi Refining level and more than thirty warriors, while his own side only had eighteen people left, and two guards were injured. There was a huge disparity in strength.
Han Laosan waved his hand.
Two tall and thin monks jumped out at the same time. One of them rushed towards Li Yun, and the other went straight for Qin Tiexin. The remaining warriors spread out to encircle him, cocking their crossbows and blocking their retreat.
The battle broke out in an instant.
The tall and thin monk rushed towards Qin Tiexin and used a pair of water-splitting thorns. The tips of the thorns were green, obviously quenching the poison. He was very fast, and he was in front of Qin Tiexin in the blink of an eye. The double thorns were divided into the throat and heart.
Qin Tiexin did not draw the knife.
He still held the box with his left hand, made a fist with his right hand, and smashed it against the sharp edge.
There was sarcasm in the monk's eyes - he was seeking death with his fists and stabbings.
The next moment, his expression changed.
The fist collided with the thorn blade, making a sound of gold and iron. The water-splitting thorn was smashed crookedly, and the tip of the thorn scratched Qin Tiexin's arm, only scratching the sleeve, leaving a white mark on the skin without breaking the skin.
No, this big guy is above the third level of body refining! The monk retreated quickly.
Qin Tiexin was already approaching. He let go and the box fell to the ground. He reached out with both hands, grabbing the monk's throat with one hand and grabbing his wrist with the other.
The monk swayed sharply and narrowly avoided it. But Qin Tiexin changed his moves faster, whipping out his right leg like a whip and sweeping towards his knee.
Click.
There was a sound of broken leg bones. The monk screamed and fell to the ground. Qin Tiexin stepped on his chest and his feet were shaken. The monk's sternum collapsed, blood spurted from his mouth, he twitched twice and stopped moving.
From fighting to death, it only takes five breaths.
On the other side, the battle between Li Yun and another monk has also come to an end.
The monk used a chain dart with a barb on the head, and danced in an airtight manner. Li Yun seemed to be suppressed at first, and kept retreating, and his cuffs were cut open.
Han Laosan sneered when he saw this, "That's all I have--"
The words stopped abruptly.
Li Yun suddenly stopped.
She raised her right hand and the Ice Soul Needle was released, but instead of a blue light, it split into nine rays, like nine-pointed cold stars, weaving an ice net in the air. The cold air spread and frost formed on the ground.
The monk was shocked, and the chain dart returned to defend. However, the ice net closed at a touch, and the nine needles merged into one, turning into a thin line that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, penetrating the shadow of the dart and sinking into the center of his eyebrows.
The monk freezes his movements.
A red mark on the center of his eyebrow quickly spread into ice crystals. He stared and slowly fell to the ground, his body covered with white frost.
The smile on Han Laosan's face froze.
He stared intently at Qin Tiexin and Li Yun, then looked at the two corpses on the ground, with horror in his eyes. These two juniors... the previous information clearly stated that the male was a body-refining monk, strong but clumsy, and could only reach the second level of body-refining; the female Law Artifact was ordinary, with mediocre cultivation.
But what was that just now?
One punch kills the seventh level of Qi refining? Nine needles differentiate and one blow kills?
"You..." Han Laosan's voice was dry.
Qin Tiexin bent down to lift the box and walked towards Li Yun. The two stood side by side and looked at Han Laosan.
"And you." Qin Tiexin said.
Han Laosan's face was livid, and he suddenly took out a yellowed talisman from Storage Bag. Infused with spiritual power, the talisman spontaneously ignited without wind. An earthy yellow light shield instantly enveloped his whole body, and there were hidden runes flowing on the light shield.
"I want to see if you can break this diamond shield!" He shouted sharply and waved his hands at the same time, "Everyone, come together!"
The remaining warriors howled and pounced on him.
The crossbows and arrows were fired in unison, and the swords were as bright as snow.