"The farthest distance of this car is more than ten kilometers away after turning here. However, they are only three kilometers away from here now. If you guess correctly, it should be that villa more than ten kilometers away. And three kilometers away is where they are preparing to ambush us."

At the corner of the provincial highway, Nangong Yiren said as he looked at the instructions on his phone.

"Yeah!" Lin Yihang nodded, held the steering wheel in his hand, and looked forward. He hesitated for a moment, reached out to take out a talisman from his pocket and handed it to Nangong Yiren.

"Is this... a talisman?" The characteristics of this talisman are simply too obvious, and Nangong Yiren can tell at a glance.

The yellow paper as big as a palm, with red characters on it like ghostly talismans... it is really the same as the talismans in film and television works.

"Yes!" Lin Yihang nodded, "When you encounter danger, you just need to hold this talisman in your hand and shout the word "Qi". This is a talisman of the imperial talisman, which will protect you from harm within a certain period of time."

Lin Yihang explained.

Nangong Yiren gasped.

If she hadn't seen Lin Yihang's sharp sword power with her own eyes, she would have regarded this as a joke. However, with the previous preparation, she certainly believed it now.

Moreover, this is related to life. If you want to deal with the ancient warriors soon, Lin Yihang will definitely not joke about such things.

The talisman of the Imperial! One can protect yourself from harm... Nangong Yiren held it in both hands, very careful, for fear of wrinkling.

"Don't worry! It's not that delicate, as long as it is packed and not tear it hard, it doesn't matter." Lin Yihang smiled.

He gave a talisman because he was worried about the safety of Nangong Yiren. What he would have to deal with is the ancient martial artist later, and Lin Yihang knew too little about the strength of ancient martial artists in this world. The only ancient martial artist he had ever met was the young man surnamed Wu. It is hard to guess how strong the person who came this time was. However, even though he knew that the young man surnamed Wu was killed, he still dared to come over. Needless to ask, his strength must be higher than that of the young man surnamed Wu.

If Nangong Yiren is surrounded and raided, he will feel guilty if he suffers any harm.

After making arrangements, I felt relieved. The satellite positioning on my phone showed that Han Xue's car was only three kilometers away. It was so close that the distance from here to the car could be ambushed at any time. Of course, Lin Yihang could not continue driving over and park the car to the side of the road.

There were mountains and forests around. The car parked into the forest and found a dense place to cover it up very well.

Then, he did not walk the main road with Nangong Yiren, and walked quietly from the forest. He was very careful along the way. Lin Yihang held two talismans in his left hand, one was the offensive wind blade talisman, the other was the defensive talisman, and the right hand was holding a pistol.

Nangong Yiren's expression became even more nervous, and sweat was already seen at the tip of his nose. He held the imperial talisman given by Lin Yihang in his left hand and the pistol in his right hand, and followed closely behind Lin Yihang.

In this area, there are shelterbelts on both sides, with dense shade. Even if a hundred or eighty people are hidden, there is no problem at all. I have no idea about the enemy's information. This makes Lin Yihang more cautious.

However, he speculated that with the pride of ancient warriors, it was impossible to send so many people to deal with him at the same time.

Rust!

The breeze blew, and the leaves rustled. Lin Yihang couldn't help but sigh, "It's a pity that the spiritual consciousness cannot be released now. Otherwise, how could we be so careful when dealing with the ancient warriors among the mortals? It's easy to lock the spiritual consciousness directly and control the enemy's position.

Suddenly, Lin Yihang paused and reached out to hold Nangong Yiren.

Da da!

Two light sounds, two figures fell from the treetops in front. An old man first and a young man behind him looked at Lin Yihang and the other man with a calm smile on his face.

"I didn't expect that you could discover us in advance. However, you can confirm that you are definitely not an ancient martial artist... Tell me, how did you do it?" The old man asked in a very relaxed tone as if he was savage to Dinglin Yihang.

There is no reason why he is not relaxed. He was originally worried that Lin Yihang had prepared a trap, gathered a large number of troops and used guns to deal with him.

However, now he saw that there were only two people on the other side, and he was sure that the other party did not understand ancient martial arts... If he was worried like this, he would really lose the reputation of ancient martial arts. The old man was cautious, but not timid.

"Hmph!" Lin Yihang snorted coldly.

What are ancient martial artists? Although they look like mortals like ants, to put it bluntly, ancient martial artists are just mortals. Only monks are truly aliens above mortals.

Although Lin Yihang is only in the Immortal Realm and cannot release his spiritual consciousness, his body, which has undergone medicinal food and advanced spiritual energy, is far superior to ordinary people in terms of vision and hearing. His ability to predict and capture danger is far beyond the scope of mortals. It is an easy task for him to discover the two ancient warriors ambushed in front of him.

"Where is Han Xue? I'm here, you can let someone go!" Lin Yihang was too lazy to answer the old man's question and asked coldly.

"Hmph! Ignorance child!" The old man's eyes flashed with displeasure, and he looked at the young man beside him, "Yunfeng, take them down first! I don't believe that Yunlong will die at their hands. Ask carefully to see if there is any behind-the-scenes host."

The old man had already begun to wonder whether other ancient martial arts sects took the opportunity to intervene in Wu Yunlong's death.

"Yes, uncle!" The young man could not wait, agreed, flashed, and rushed towards Lin Yihang. He completely ignored the gun in Lin Yihang's hand.

Bang bang bang bang!

Lin Yihang raised his hand and shot continuously.

Swish swish swish swish!

The young man's figure shaking, and the bullet completely fell.

Nangong Yiren reacted slightly slowly. After the gunfire sounded, he raised his hand. His beautiful face was cold and he shot without hesitation.

Bang bang bang bang!

Nangong Yiren's shooting skills once followed an uncle who was a criminal police captain to shoot a target. At such a close distance, he still had a certain hit rate. Unfortunately, the young man's movements were too fast. His toes were a little on the ground or on the tree trunk next to him, and his figure was moving away without stopping at all.

Mortals can't pose any threat without dense firepower when dealing with ancient warriors.

Seeing Lin Yihang approaching, a sneer appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth. He had just stretched out his hand and wanted to grab it, but at this time, it suddenly turned and burst.

Lin Yihang raised his hand and seemed to turn a piece of yellow paper into ashes, and then the air around him fluctuated. The young man had just realized the danger and had no time to take measures. He felt a slight tingling on his shoulders, and the pain disappeared. Then, there was the splashing blood, as if something was thrown up.

arm!

It was his own arm! An invisible wave passed by, and it cut off one of the young man's arms directly.

The old man's eyes widened in an instant. He had no time to mourn anything for his junior nephew. After the wave fell off the young man's arm, his momentum did not diminish at all, and it had already arrived in front of him in a flash.

"go!"

In a hurry, the old man knew that he could not dodge at all, so he could only harden his head, shouted loudly, instilled internal strength in his palm, and slapped him towards the wave. However, looking at the sharpness of the invisible fluctuation just now, he knew that his palm would definitely not be able to stop it. Resistance was just to do his best.

At the same time, I feel so regretful! I really regretted that I was too arrogant just now and didn’t take out the ice blade in advance. Otherwise, how could I be so embarrassed?

puff!

Sure enough, there was no pause at all. In the face of the invisible fluctuations, a pair of palms were as easy as tofu being cut by a steel blade. Blood splattered, and the palms connected to both arms were completely cut off.

Fortunately, the old man has strong internal strength, and with the experience reminder of his junior nephew in front, his body twisted at critical moments and was not killed. Otherwise, he would not have any doubts that he would have been cut in half.

Even so, when I looked at the broken forearms, my heart hurt and I almost felt angry!

It's ruined!

His forearms were cut off. Even if he could survive today, his martial arts were completely destroyed! Among ancient martial artists, the law of the strong prey on the weak is much more serious than in the secular world. If these forearms were destroyed, his strength would be greatly reduced. After returning, life would definitely be difficult.

At this moment, so many thoughts flashed through the old man's mind, and the pain of his forearm being cut off was relatively nothing.

"ah--"

At this time, a shrill scream came. It was Yun Feng, who felt the severe pain of his arm being cut, and he couldn't help but wail.

But, this is not the end, it is just the beginning.

Lin Yihang's face was cold, and the gun pointed at the mouth of his right hand, and the trigger had been pulled.

Bang bang!

Two shots, blood splashed. Yun Feng had not reacted to the severe pain of losing his arm, and he didn't even have the consciousness to dodge. Both shots hit the thigh, and Yun Feng immediately fell to the ground like a blood gourd.

"Show mercy!" the old man shouted, but his eyes flashed with fierce light. He did not escape, but paused his feet, but rushed towards Lin Yihang. He even didn't even care about the bleeding forearm.

This decisive and persevering approach, as long as Lin Yihang hesitates a little, with his ancient martial artist's strength, he may immediately turn the tables and stop Lin Yihang.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Lin Yihang.

Lin Yihang had no hesitation at all. After shooting and crippling the young man Yun Feng's legs, he pulled the trigger one after another and shot at the old man.

Not only him, but also Nangong Yiren, also had a firm face and shot repeatedly.

Bang bang bang bang!

Bullets roared, and flew past them one by one.

If it is normal, although Lin Yihang's shooting speed is very fast, the old man thinks he can avoid it. However, now his forearms are slashed, and the blood flows continuously, and the internal force is not flowing smoothly, so he is blocked here. When he steps out, his internal force stutters slightly, and a mistake occurs.

Puff!

Immediately, two bullets hit the chest and one hit the shoulder.

Bang bang!
Chapter completed!