"Don't worry, let's see what we can chase first. The Mongolians yelled and fled in panic. I have seen Lao Xie's ability. Although he is not a first-rate master, he is not someone who can bully anyone who wants to. You

Do not impulse!"

A dark figure appeared about ten meters behind Lao Xie. This man was very strong and his speed was much faster than Lao Xie. He was about to catch up with him.

"Stop! Old man, I think you are tired of living? Don't run away. Even if your throat is broken, there is no one in Changbai Mountain! Unless it is a ghost! Humph! Don't expect anyone to help you!"

The man in black shouted.

"What a joke, you idiot, do you think your Brother Bao is a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death? Now none of us know where we are. Even if you try to chase my young lady and uncle, you can't catch up. Come on, Brother Bao

Even if you die, it's worth it!" Xie Guanbao shouted, braked suddenly, turned around and swung his knife at the man in black.

As we got closer, we could see more clearly. The person who had been chasing Lao Xie was a middle-aged man, not much younger than Xie Guanbao. He was holding a dagger in both hands. His clothes were very strange. Although he was wearing black clothes, he was black.

The clothes seemed to be painted with strange Manchu spells using dyes such as chicken blood. Moreover, he also wore a mask on his head, which was an animal skin mask, covering his face tightly.

"It's a shaman!" I frowned.

Lao Xie's sword skills must be said to be pretty good, especially when he suddenly turned around and an autumn wind swept down the fallen leaves, which most people couldn't avoid. But they never thought that this sword just swept past, but it swept away nothing. It was not the black-clothed man.

The shaman almost dodged, but when the big knife struck down his body, it suddenly cut into nothing, and the man's body suddenly disappeared in place.

"Damn it! Besides using the tricks of these deceitful villains, what else can you do? If you have the ability, come out and try to fight your brother Bao with real swords and guns!" The angry Lao Xie yelled.

Before Lao Xie could scold him enough, a man suddenly came out from under the snow behind him. The man was very fast. He jumped out and stabbed Lao Xie with two knives in his hands. Lao Xie also felt the wind behind him.

He quickly turned around to resist, but Lao Xie, like a mouse, relied on brute force, and he was one-armed, so he could only use the hatchet to deflect the dagger, but unexpectedly, the man used a dirty trick and kicked his body.

He kicked Lao Xie in the stomach and kicked the Mongolian man several meters away. He stumbled and fell to the snow.

"It's broken, it's Fu Qichao! This is Fu Qichao's trick, save Brother Bao!" Nalanhong is most familiar with Fu Qichao, and this weird movement makes him unique.

Everyone has also heard about Fu Qichao's power. Only Meihui didn't know whether to live or die. She was the first to rush forward, shouting at the same time: "You son of a bitch! You can hurt people with hidden arrows. Look at how powerful this girl is!"

Meihui was accustomed to using Qinggong for a long time, and she jumped away as soon as she stepped down. The horizontal knife blocked the two of them. Nalanhong wanted to help me, but I didn't let him.

"Look again, there is definitely more than one person in the Fucha family. Lao Xie is here to find Meihui, and he also wants to follow Lao Xie and find us. Don't expose too many people for the time being. Once the target is exposed, this kid will definitely have to tell everyone.
Chapter completed!