"I seem to have said a long time ago that it is impossible for you to escape."

"I just want to run away, so what does it have to do with you?" Wang Qian said nonchalantly.

Gao Yin suddenly laughed, "Then you might as well run and see. Your desperate expressions when you struggle until you are unable to struggle in the end will be very interesting."

Listening to Gao Yin's sinister smile and words, Wang Qian frowned, thinking that these bishops were indeed a bunch of lunatics, and not many of them had sane minds.

Gao Yin didn't seem to notice Wang Qian's look, and said to himself: "But it's extremely interesting now, isn't it? You might as well keep struggling to see?"

As if unable to suppress his emotions, Gao Yin's eyes flashed with excitement as he stared at the three people in front of him, trying to see the look of despair on their faces, but he was disappointed.

The excitement was suddenly diluted, and he was very unhappy.

So he waved his hand in disgust.

The corpse next to him let out a low roar, and the bones that had been retracted into the body reorganized again. Not long after, the bone spear and bone sword came out together.

"The corpse transformed by the formless evil beast, let's call him a corpse beast." Wang Qian nodded slightly towards Li Xuankong and said, "Daozhang Li, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Li Xuankong nodded, then stretched out his hand and pulled out another wooden sword from the bronze mirror.

Standing next to Li Xuankong this time, he carefully saw the wooden sword being slowly pulled out by Li Xuankong from the bronze mirror on his waist. Xu Huan immediately gave up his doubts and thought that he had hidden something in it.

However, another doubt arises: why can things be stored in bronze mirrors?

Thinking of the formation pattern mentioned by Li Xuankong and Wang Qian before, Xu Huan guessed that it was probably because of this, right?

Li Xuankong and the corpse beast met each other. Wang Qian looked back at the rugged steep slope below and the Qingsong City in front of him. He thought that his luck was really bad today. No, his luck had been bad these past few months. He had to let go when he returned.

Those in the capital must perform a transfer ceremony for themselves.

"I'm afraid Daochang Li won't last long," Wang Qian said.

"Then can we reach Qingsong City before Brother Li is exhausted?" Xu Huan asked.

"Although Qingsong City is not far behind you, it is difficult."

With that said, they slowly walked down the mountain.

Because the slope was extremely steep, it was easy for them to roll down if they ran quickly, so they could only walk slowly and carefully step by step.

Xu Huan seemed to have thought of something. As he walked, he kept rubbing his fingers, as if he was thinking about something that was difficult to make up his mind.

The scene on the steep slope is still in a flat state.

Although Li Xuankong's long-term spiritual energy consumption and running and some injuries have made his condition extremely poor, fortunately, although the corpse beast does not meet the characteristics of a living thing, it is still a living thing, and it has suffered more seriously than Li Xuankong.

Due to his injuries, and the fact that he had been chasing Li Xuankong all the way, his physical strength was also consumed a lot, so his attack speed was not as fast as before, nor was it as powerful.

But Li Xuankong knew very well that his spiritual energy was almost exhausted. However, the corpse beast's physical strength consumption rate would definitely be slower than his own spiritual energy consumption rate. If there was no spiritual energy flowing by then, how could he be its opponent?

Do we really want to use that last formation pattern?

Just when Li Xuankong had this idea, Xu Huan made up his mind at the same time. His hands that he kept rubbing finally formed into fists. He looked at the slope and said, "There is a way to get there faster."

Wang Qian doubted: "What method?"

Xu Yan said seriously: "Of course it is running."

"Run?" Wang Qian looked at the steep and undulating section below and said, "This is not necessarily a good way."

"But this is a fast way." Xu Yan said: "Although it may fall, it is Aoyami City. Besides, unfortunately fell, and the speed of slipping is fast."

Wang Qian understood what he meant, and understood his determination.

Running in such a steep slope is likely to fall. Once you fall, whether it is rolling or sliding down, it is not a good ending. Once this is caused, it is likely to be blocked by stones and trees on the way. Once it is in it, once it is in it

When it comes to a very fast speed, it is likely to die.

But this slowly, the hope of escaping the birth day is too slim. He doesn't want to be killed by the bishop of Red, so he wants to vitality on one line.

It seems to be to storage for this dangerous action, or to vent his long -distance dissatisfaction in these days, he looked up at Gao Yin standing behind the corpse beast, and laughed: "What are you that, the bishop of the red clothes, the bishop of the red clothes

"?"

Gao Yin took his eyes back from the war, but looked at him indifferently and did not speak.

"You seem to be very happy, but I don't like to see you happy."

Listening to his tone, Gao Yin seemed to like to appreciate the despair of others, so Xu Yan had a faint smile on his face, and continued: "I am going to run away, so I hope you don't know how to do it.

Exposing something can make me happy. "

Gao Yin frowned slightly.

"You are like this, the attack power is not enough." Wang Qian shook his head and said, "How can you be so polite?"

"Because I understand politeness." Xu Yan said, holding the black sword of the ancestor in his hand.

"Want to run?" Xu Yan asked.

However, before Wang Qian said, Xu Yan pulled his hand, took a deep breath, and began to run down the mountain.

Although Xu Yan was carrying a slightly heavy wrapping back, he lifted him a little back, but due to the continuous increase of distance and the speed of speed, the feeling of leaning was even more obvious, as if there was a huge piece hanging in front of him, it was huge.

Lead blocks are average.

Soon Xu Yan's body fell forward.

If there is no accident, he will pull the king's potential slope to fall down because he cannot keep his body balance, and then rolls down to the slope.

But in order to prevent this, he would take out this sword.

"If you are really hard, then you have to support it." Xu Yan quickly flashed this idea in his heart, clenched his teeth, and made his whole body strength.

The sword was fiercely inserted on the land.

The shape of the body suffocated slightly because of this sword, but because the speed of the decline is already very fast, just a moment of tentative moment, the shape continues to slide down.

The sword inserted on the ground was also tilted because of the force of holding the handle's hand down. Then the sword began to cut the soil on the ground, and continued to decline as the figure.

Earlier, Xu Yan's right arm had been broken by the corpse beast. At this time, he grabbed the sword, and the feeling of tearing the wound began to come.

sword.

But he still reacted quickly, gritting his teeth tightly.

This steep slope is extremely loose, and the two bodies of Xu Yan and Wang Qian overlap together, and with a running run, this impact force cannot be dismissed, so the two continue to decline and the speed continues to become faster.

At first, Xu Huan could barely catch up with the speed of the slide with his feet. Later, the speed was so fast that he couldn't keep up with his steps, so he simply didn't move his feet, so he kept sliding down in a strange posture.

The fingers holding the hilt of the sword kept rubbing against the hilt, and soon the fingers became red, the skin broke, and blood oozed out.

The tearing feeling of the wound on his arm and the burning pain in his fingers came together. Xu Huan gritted his teeth, thinking that he still underestimated the price of falling. In order to endure the pain, he held the sword tightly and cursed forcefully:

"You bastard, I just scolded you too lightly."

Wang Qian glanced at him in surprise and said, "It's too late to regret now."

"How long is the distance?"

Wang Qian looked down and said, "It should be there soon."

However, this was a way to comfort him, because Wang Qian couldn't see down the mountain at all, so after a long time, Xu Huan was still slipping.

At this time, Xu Huan was in so much pain that he no longer had the strength to speak. He wanted to loosen his arm and let go of the sword several times, but he resisted.

But the price that comes with it is the feeling of being torn apart in the arm.

Xu Huan thought that his arm would not be broken like this, right?

He even thought that if his arm was broken, he wouldn't have to suffer this kind of torture. He had worked hard until the last moment. Even if he died by then, he would have no regrets, right?

But it was not his style to die inexplicably like this, so Xu Huan could only grit his teeth and continue to endure it. The heartbreaking pain was transmitted to his brain, as if what was tearing was not his arm but his brain.

So he felt that his consciousness was about to be torn apart. Gradually, he began to be unable to feel the presence of his arms, and even the feeling began to become numb.

This feeling is very scary, because once you can't feel the presence of your arm, what if you let go without knowing it?

So Xu Huan bit the tip of his tongue to wake himself up, but this did not seem to be a problem that could be solved by waking up. He still felt that the existence of his arms was extremely vague.

It was even unclear whether he was holding tightly or loosening his grip at this moment, and he had a vague idea of ​​changing his movements to confirm.

But he still resisted this thought, turned his head and stared at his fingers, continuing to bite the tip of his tongue pointlessly.

Due to the long period of sliding, the soles of the shoes were constantly rubbed by the ground, and there were faint signs of bursting as they could no longer hold up.

It seems like a thousand years have passed.

Wang Qian suddenly said: "I saw the ground."

Xu Huan felt a little relaxed and seemed to feel his hands loosen a little.

Xu Huan froze and wanted to grasp the sword tightly again.

But he actually didn't loosen his hand before, but this time his desire to hold on to the hilt of the sword turned into letting go because he couldn't feel his arm.

Xu Huan realized something was wrong but could no longer hold it. He stumbled and fell to the ground.

Then he pulled Wang Qian and rolled down the steep slope.

Soon the dust rose up and stuck to his body and face.

Xu Huan felt as if his eyes, mouth, and whole body were filled with mud.

Fortunately, we were only a short distance from the ground at this time, and the steep slope began to ease a little.
Chapter completed!