Gentle Wind

The Xingyue shawl, the light of the lamp is the garment, and Yang Deng is looking carefully at the golden spear with carved feathers in his hand.

This is no ordinary spear, this is a very beautiful spear.

The handle of the spear is made of fine steel, and the body of the handle is finely forged and engraved with thunder patterns.Yang Deng was struck by lightning when he was young, and after he survived the catastrophe, he left thunder marks on his back.He believed that Thunderlane could make him all the better.

The sharp spear leaves of the chuī hair are in the shape of carved feathers, and there are gold-plated "blood drinkers" on both sides of the spear spine. When the spear pierces the human body, blood will flow into the hollow handle along the "blood drinker". The heavier it is, the easier it is to use it.If the soldiers and horses are heaving, and the water and food are exhausted during the march, stabbing this spear deep into the ground can also draw water.

The golden spear in Yang Deng's hand was heavy now, but when he lifted it, there was still a slight shaking feeling - the human blood hadn't been filled yet.

His index finger slowly slid along the ice-cold Thunder Lane, and a kind of mania caused by hunger and thirst rose in his heart.

He raised his eyes like a bird of prey, and the fierce battle by the pool was in full swing.

His personal soldiers are besieging several monks.

These monks are not real monks.They were one of Xiao Yan's guards. After Xiao Yan's defeat, they shaved off their hair, faked certificates, and hid themselves in the Great Mercy Temple as wandering monks.Today they tried to kidnap the little prince who became a monk from Fang Ruosi and escaped, only to reveal his identity and attract Yang Deng.

Some people have fallen on both sides.There are three monks left, fighting against the seven soldiers.However, the combat strength of those three people was extremely powerful, with few enemies and many enemies, they still had the upper hand.

The huge release pond was dark, and the lotus and calamus were densely formed, and the shadows were full of shadows.Several big black turtles perched on the stone beams, and many more turtles showed their pitch-black backs in the water.

cut throat.Dapeng's blood soared into the sky and splashed into the water, and the stench immediately attracted insects and fish.This blood also aroused Yang Deng's bloodthirsty desire. He jumped down from the bridge like a strong tiger. Punch through the heart of a monk.When a thread of Yin Hong bleeds into drinking blood", Yang Deng's eyes are like Chang Geng, the brightest evening star in the sky.

Pulling out the spear, Yang Deng once again pierced a monk's chest from behind with his backhand.The monk firmly grasped the spear point passing through his chest with both hands, preventing Yang Deng from pulling it out again.However, Yang Deng was tall and majestic, with infinite strength, and he lifted up the pole. With the help of the force of inertia, he threw the monk high into the air, drew a long arc, and splashed a ball in the release pool. Huge splash.

The last monk was also seriously injured under the siege of the soldiers, with blood dripping all over his body.He roared in anger and pain, suddenly grabbed the belt of the monk on the ground, and threw himself into the release pond.

There was a faint sound of green blood and dragon chant on the eagle feather and golden spear, and the last mouthful of hot blood was short of it. Yang Deng would not give the remnants of King Li any chance. pool.

Yang Deng clearly remembered that the release pool was very shallow.The monks of Da Ci'en Temple once stood in the pool to salvage sludge, and the water in the pool only reached the waist of the strong monk.

However, when he went down, he felt unfathomable.Standing nine feet long, the icy water quickly flowed over his head.The water was black, and the mud was as thick as blood. Yang Deng felt that he couldn't use his strength, and felt that he didn't know where he was going.The monk had long since disappeared, and Yang Deng stabbed down with his spear, as if he had plunged into nothingness!

Hussar General Yang Deng, who is proud of the title of "Thunder God", has never experienced the feeling of "fear" in his life.But at this moment, a creepy feeling came from the tailbone, like hundreds of cold little hands of babies touching his spinal cord.

The two dry and hoarse words of Empress Baoji flashed like lightning in his mind:

——General these seven days, be more careful in everything.

— Do not go near the water.

Do not go to the water!

These five words rang in his ears like thunder on a sunny day.He has been safe and sound for the past seven days, and he has long since forgotten about the advice of the concubine.Think carefully, seven days, isn't tonight the last two hours of the seventh day!

Yang Deng suddenly dropped his spear and frantically swam towards the top he thought!

The shouts of his own soldiers seemed to come from all directions: General! "General!" General! "

He suddenly couldn't tell where they were.

Yang Deng's hands and feet paddled desperately.

However, no matter how he swam, it was all in vain. The release pool seemed to be boundless, with no top or bottom, no direction or form.

The calls of those soldiers faded away, and he felt himself shrinking smaller and smaller, like a bubble in the ocean, a speck of dust in the vast void, with nothing to rely on, no strength , fluttering dàngdàng, nowhere to go.

Just when Yang Deng felt that he was about to disappear into nothingness, he suddenly felt his ankle attached again.He only felt a tightening of his feet, and his whole body suddenly regained its sense of existence.A force dragged him out of the thick black water, and suddenly the lights in front of his eyes were bright, and he returned to the world!