At the beginning of Niujia Village, my sister-in-law and I depended on each other.

Chapter 32: Protect the people in the carriage to the death! Block the people behind the car!
"Crack~"

"Drive! Drive!."

Just when the battle was raging on the mountain, on the mountainside of Shaoshi Mountain, a carriage was speeding down the mountain along the mountain road under the moonlight.

The carriage just turned a corner,

Less than a quarter of an hour later, the bend that had already fallen silent,

A "swish" sound,
A gray shadow flew past quickly.

I saw the gray shadow suddenly stopped after passing the bend in the road, came to the edge of the cliff, and looked down the mountain road.

After seeing the speeding carriage, he immediately took steps again, chasing the carriage in front of him along the mountain road without stopping.

"Drive! Drive!."

at the same time,

At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, more than twenty men dressed in black suddenly appeared on horseback. All of them held weapons and long bows on their horses. They drove horses and galloped towards the mountain along the mountain road.

"drive!"

Niu Ben, who was driving the carriage, did not dare to stop at all.

While driving the car, he stretched his head out to the side from time to time and looked behind the car to observe what was going on behind him.

When he saw a figure in the distance behind the car chasing after him clearly, he whipped it away again and sped up again.

"Miss Han! The scriptures in this bag and Miss Han, our owner of the village, attach great importance to it! Miss Han, take the scriptures! If the person from behind comes after you, Niu Ben will block it first! This horse has spirit, Miss Han insists on it in the car Just follow the carriage down the mountain, and there will be someone at the foot of the mountain to pick you up!"

Niu Ben saw that the man chasing after the car was getting closer and closer, and prepared for the worst. He pulled the package tied behind him and threw it into the car. Then he turned his head and looked at the car. Han Xiaoying shouted loudly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Niu Ben! No need to worry about me!"

After hearing this, Han Xiaoying in the carriage knew that the situation was urgent. After holding the scripture tightly, she gritted her teeth and shouted loudly to Niu Ben outside the carriage.

Originally, the palm poison in her body had just been eliminated this afternoon, and her weak body had only recovered slightly after an afternoon's rest.

But knowing that the current situation is urgent, although I don't know what happened, it seems that there must be a conflict with the Shaolin Temple.

After hearing Niu Ben's words, she no longer cared about what was right or wrong, and couldn't help but feel a little inexplicable joy in her heart. She knew that Niu Dingtian must value these scriptures very much, otherwise he would not have specifically explained it to Niu Ben before leaving. .

Although Niu Dingtian said that he could give it up as a last resort, now that the things he valued were in her hands for safekeeping, he immediately tightened his arms and made up his mind:
People are here and scriptures are here!

"Thieves, please leave!"

A hoarse roar came from behind, and the gray shadow got closer and closer to the carriage.

Niu Ben shook the reins wildly, getting ready to jump off the car and give it a try.

The BMW is smart, running non-stop, and there are faint signs of acceleration.

"Drive! Drive!."

Just when Niu Ben was about to jump out of the car, a rapid sound of horse hooves came from ahead.

Within a few breaths, the sound of hoofbeats became louder and louder. Finally, a group of horse riders appeared at the end of the mountain road and continued to rush towards them at high speed.

When Niu Ben saw this, his tense heart instantly relaxed. He suppressed his excitement and shouted loudly to the person in front:

"Niu Qing! The owner of the village has an order! Protect the people in the carriage to the death! Stop the people coming behind the carriage!"

After that, he continued driving at high speed, passing by Niu Qing and other visitors in the blink of an eye, running down the mountain, and gradually disappeared into the mountain road.

"Nike an arrow!"

"put!"

After hearing Niu Ben's shout, the leader Niu Qing did not hesitate and directly raised his hand to give an order to the gray figure rushing towards him.

As soon as the order was issued, a hail of arrows whizzed out at the gray shadow and shot towards it. The gray shadow was chasing forward quickly, and just as he was about to catch up with the carriage, he heard a shout from the opposite side. Just after the shout, a hail of arrows rushed towards him.

Hearing the powerful sound of the arrow rain piercing the air, it was obvious that the person coming was no ordinary sergeant, and Hui Ying did not dare to be careless.

His body in the air turned over, his arms used his inner strength, and his long robe was swung vigorously, knocking down the arrows in two rounds.

Then the gray shadow fell to the ground and stood in the road with his hands clasped together, not moving forward easily.

Look at his clothes, they are only slightly damaged.

Seeing his face, he was clearly the guardian on the second floor of the Sutra Storage Pavilion.
The old monk in sackcloth!

"Amitabha! All donors, please get out of the way. I don't want to increase casualties!"

When the old monk in sackcloth saw that the carriage disappeared again, he was worried that the scriptures had been lost. The calm Buddha's heart was also disturbed, and his tone became much more serious.

Niu Qing and others stood astride their horses ten feet away. They did not step forward or speak. They just set up their arrows and prepared for the attack.

Niu Qing knew that the monk in front of him was highly skilled in martial arts, so it was not that he was unwilling to step forward and fight. If he got close to him, the monk would probably force his way past him and continue to pursue him, and he might not be able to stop him by then.

The most important thing right now is delaying time.

Seeing that the people in front of him were unmoved, the old monk in sackcloth no longer hesitated, waved his palm and rushed forward.

"Put up the bow! Release it!"

Niu Qing gave the order decisively and fired another volley of arrows through the air.

The old monk in sackcloth used kung fu to wave his sleeves, opening and closing the sleeves. The wind from his sleeves was like actually hitting the rain of arrows. After a few snaps, the rain of arrows was scattered all over the ground.

"Go on! Let it go!"

Niu Qing continued to give orders, and another round of arrows was fired.

Seeing the old monk in sackcloth rushing closer and closer, and the arrows here were about to run out, Niu Qing decisively ordered:
"Twenty people retreat below and attack in batches! The rest follow me and charge over!"

"Yes!"

A group of people on the rear and side quickly rode their horses down the mountain after receiving the order. The remaining seven Niu Qing drew their swords and rode their horses straight forward.

The old monk in sackcloth opened and closed his sleeves left and right, and rushed directly into the seven-man formation. Niu Qing instantly felt that the strong wind carried by the monk's sleeves was like a substance. Every time he slashed with the blade carrying his internal power, he was also shocked. The blade clanked.

As soon as the old monk made a move, he knew that these thieves were no ordinary warriors. Although they were all young, they all had sharp blades, and their martial arts skills were obviously superior to those of the Shaolin Temple monks.

I show mercy and do not want to kill him, but the other party is not afraid of death and will fight for his life with every move.

There was a stalemate for a while!

The greater the stalemate, the more anxious the old monk became.

In desperation, the old monk in sackcloth no longer showed any mercy in his palms, and struck out continuously with full power of the Vajra Palm. After the three people in front of him made three "poofs", blood spurted out from their mouths, and they fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the remaining four Niu Qing still showed no hesitation and continued to fight for their lives.

The old monk waved out three more palms, striking behind him with unparalleled force.

"puff"

Three more people vomited blood and flew to the edge of the cliff before falling unconscious.

Seeing that Niu Qing was the only one left, the old monk in sackcloth slapped his face with his palm again. Niu Qing blocked it with his sword, but he felt a strong force rushing towards his wrist, which shook the sword unsteadily and he let go.

When Niu Qing saw the sword was out of hand, he waved his hand and hit the old monk with a chopping palm. The old monk struck out with all his strength, causing blood to splatter in Niu Qing's mouth. He hit the cliff and fell to the ground.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk in sackcloth raised his feet and continued to chase down the mountain.

(End of this chapter)