Chapter 0151 Waiting for Him

Qu Yunmie and Han Qing were only a few dozen feet apart. With such a short distance, he naturally wanted to catch up. However, this few dozen feet was not flat ground, but a steep slope. When Qu Yunmie rode up, Han Qing and the others were only a small black dot left. ...

Qu Yunmie had chased many enemies in his life. In order to chase the enemy, he could run two thousand miles in one breath. He was very restrained when it came to Han Qing. He only chased for one or two miles at most. When he found that the surrounding vegetation was becoming more and more unfamiliar, he pulled the reins.

Watching his enemy fleeing away was as painful as a needle prick for Qu Yunmie, but he felt that he could not chase him anymore. If he continued, he didn't know what was waiting for him on the road ahead.

He kept his promise and did not act impulsively again. If he could return to the army safely, Xiao Rong would definitely praise him. Unfortunately, he could control himself but not the enemy.

Turning his horse's head, Qu Yunmie was observing which direction he came from, and then a thick hemp rope stretched out from the thick snow pile and humus layer under his feet. The horse was tripped and Qu Yunmie was about to fall to the ground, but Qu Yunmie jumped down nimbly and pulled out the Xueyinchou Spear behind him. …………

Han Qing brought more than a thousand people with him. A thousand of them were lying in ambush near the official road, and the remaining hundreds were all hidden here.

This is the maximum number of troops Han Qing can mobilize. He is a picky person and cannot trust ordinary people. Only those who are confirmed by him to be completely loyal to him can be considered his troops. Because of this, he can only keep looking for backers and puppets, but also because of this, he can always retreat safely, because these people are all elites who are not afraid of death.

The terrain on the mountain is a completely different world every ten feet. There are so many people here, but the surrounding environment is so quiet that there is not even a bird singing.

Qu Yunmie was surrounded, with people wanting to kill him from all directions.

Looking at those pairs of eyes that were identical, both calm and crazy, Qu Yunmie sneered and swung his hatred spear with one hand. The tip of the spear emitted a cold silver light under the moonlight.

Qu Yunmie didn't have the habit of talking nonsense with the enemy, so even at this time, he just looked at them provocatively, and then said in a calm voice: "You go first."

This group of people were really obedient. The next moment, the angry roars from humans resounded throughout the jungle, followed by screams, the horrific sound of flesh being cut, and the sound of wild beasts being startled and fleeing in all directions.

Three hundred and eighty-eight people, this was the number of people who besieged Qu Yunmie. By the time the last person was pierced through the chest by Qu Yunmie's spear, Qu Yunmie was completely soaked.

It was drenched with blood and sweat. He was in average condition today and was not controlled by adrenaline, so it was difficult for him to exert the crazy energy he had in Zitong City. It took him nearly an hour to kill all these people.

Standing in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, he looked like a devil crawling out of hell, or like a god dominating this earth.

He still stood upright, but only he knew that his strength was slipping away and his limbs were becoming somewhat powerless.

Qu Yunmie clenched his fists and did not move for a while. He first looked around with murderous eyes. After confirming that there was really no survivors, he slowly knelt down.

He tore off his leg armor and his clothes, whose original color could no longer be seen. On his calf, there was a small, slightly blackened wound.

Qu Yunmie: “…………”

It's no wonder that this trick came from the same person. If you can't beat him, then poison him.

After staring at the wound for a moment, Qu Yunmie did not hesitate at all. He drew out his sword and cut off a piece of flesh from his body with a single move.