Hei Meng husband and wife's son is too pitiful

Chapter 161 Incarnation of Shura (1)
Rui Ling, who was retreating, seemed to have eyes in the back. When he was about to touch the big net, he stopped the body that was about to retreat, and at the same time took out the folding fan that he had always carried with him.

As soon as the folding fan came out, countless tiny needles flew towards the net holder like rain, and the next moment the net lost its support and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the big net was useless, the men in black abandoned the net one after another, bullying them, there were dozens of them.

All of them are first-class experts, and they are absolutely no strangers to him. He has been suppressed and difficult to perform, but these people seem to have no intention of hurting him, just delaying time.

Rui Ling squinted his eyes, and secretly decided to make a quick decision, because he had delayed for too long without knowing it.

Then he didn't spare any more strength, held the soft sword in one hand, and swung out a palm with the other hand concentrated his internal force. This palm used eighty successes, wrapped in overwhelming momentum, smoke and dust billowed on the ground, and even a layer of land was lifted.

The slap was too fast, and the people in black on the innermost layer couldn't dodge it. They all spit blood and knelt down on the ground.

Rui Ling didn't like to fight, so he took advantage of this moment to fly to Zhufeng's back to break away from the encirclement.

The people behind wanted to continue to catch up, but they were stopped by a gesture from the leader.

The leader stared at the galloping people and horses for a long time, and did not take a step until a light cough sounded beside him, leading them away.

In the next few days, people continued to set up ambushes on the road, each time dozens of people were together, each with strong martial arts skills.

But Ruiling discovered an interesting thing during the fight. The opponent seemed to know his strength very well, but he didn't show too much hostility. Although he tried his best every time he fought, it seemed that he didn't intend to hurt his life, but just wanted to procrastinate time.

Regardless of hiding his strength or deceiving others, Rui Ling was ready to fight to the death.

Relying on the speed of chasing thousands of miles a day, although there were countless delays on the road, he finally arrived in the northwest four days later.

In the past few days, he has cut off all contact with the outside world, including the palace and the pavilion. Since the information is delayed, the intelligence system must not be used unless the traitor is caught.So at this moment, he only knows the general direction of the disaster relief team, but not the exact location, so he has to rely on the ruts, the imprints of horseshoes and the guidance of the people he met.

Fortunately, the population in the northwest is not large, and the traces of horseshoes and ruts are more obvious.

A quarter of an hour ago, he learned from a tea shed owner on the side of the road that the team passed by an hour ago, so now, as long as he follows the mark, he should be able to follow quickly.

This month was the coldest time in Northwest China. Ruiling held the rein tightly, trying to keep her body as low as possible to prevent the cold wind from penetrating into her clothes.

After several days and nights of eating and sleeping in the open and the life-and-death battle, Ruiling's blue robe had long lost its original appearance. The hem, cuffs and chest were stained with a lot of blood, but it was all the enemy's.

Maybe it was because he finally heard the news of the team directly, and his heart was relieved a lot, so his deep eyes looked extremely bright at this moment, and the expression on his face finally relaxed a little.

However, as he walked forward, his face became more and more serious, and in the end, his face suddenly turned pale, and he grabbed the rein in his hands. Chasing Wind, who had slowed down, suddenly ran wildly, more than twice as fast as before.

Rui Ling felt her body trembling, and cold sweat seemed to come out of her heart, one after another, combined with the coldest wind in winter, it was cold to the depths of her soul.

For the first time, I hated that the wind speed was too slow, for the first time I hated myself for being too self-confident, and for the first time I hated myself for being self-willed and arrogant.

(End of this chapter)