Summary of the previous chapter: Ma Xiaoquan led Ma Yun into Bowang Po. Unexpectedly, he was attacked inexplicably inside the Po Wangpo. Ma Xiao was hit by three arrows...
Ma Xiaoquan said it nicely, but the current situation is that the enemy is in darkness and we are clear. If placed in modern society, Ma Xiao would definitely have some high-tech products on his body to help him locate the enemy.
But now is the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, in ancient times. It is impossible to have such high-end equipment in this era. Ma Xiaoquan did not bring it with him when he came, and he would not bring it with him.
After quitting the Special Forces Brigade, Ma Xiaoquan joined the Extreme Soldiers. The equipment of the Extreme Soldiers is more sophisticated and advanced than what he used to have in the Special Forces Brigade. However, there are very strict conditions for the use of these equipment, that is, he must be a person with super powers.
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In this era, Ma Xiaoquan has never thought of bringing any high-end equipment because it is not necessary. Furthermore, considering the current restlessness of the Heart of Time, if these equipment are brought here, will it cause the Heart of Time to become unstable?
The outbreak is still unknown.
The high-end equipment that Ma Xiaoquan currently possesses has nothing else but the data device in his body. Moreover, according to Mingfa, the data device in his body is still a test version.
"His grandma's..." Ma Xiaoquan cursed softly.
However, in the "Thunder Team" of Xtreme Strikers, there is one person with super power that can give Ma Xiaoquan a more powerful anti-detection capability than these equipment.
"Yin Susu..." Ma Xiaoquan uttered the name of a woman and smiled bitterly, "When I go back, I will definitely eat her super power capsule..."
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Ma Yun hid behind the big tree, quietly waiting for his master's command. While waiting, Ma Yun was not idle. His eyes kept scanning, hoping to find the source of the cold arrow.
However, after scanning it many times, I couldn't find any clues.
"That's weird..." Ma Yun frowned, confused.
In the forest, Ma Xiaoquan's brain was spinning rapidly. While thinking, Ma Xiaoquan did not forget to gently raise his head and look around.
At this time, a new round of cold arrows struck again and again, and the angle of this attack was not far from Ma Xiaoquan's current position.
Ma Xiaoquan pursed his lips and slowly moved a few feet deeper into the forest.
In order to ensure that he would not be discovered, Ma Xiaoquan deliberately created the illusion of panic while moving.
"Shashasha" After his illusion was created, the cold arrows really stopped.
However, such a stop is just the cold arrow releaser rapidly adjusting its angle.
"Whoosh!" Ma Xiaoquan could not count 4 times silently in his heart before the cold arrow struck again.
"Bang bang bang" cold arrows kept shooting into the bushes. Some hit the branches and trunks, while others simply passed through the gap and pierced straight into the ground.
Ma Xiaoquan wanted to stand up. At this time, he could see where the cold arrow was coming from, so that he could easily determine the source of the cold arrow.
If Ma Xiaoquan can think like this, people who shoot cold arrows will naturally think of it.
Therefore, this wave of arrow attacks became intermittent and irregular.
"Damn" Ma Xiaoquan cursed secretly, feeling very unhappy.
This was the first time Ma Xiaoquan encountered such an arrow attack, and this encounter left him a little at a loss.
"Calm down, calm down..." Ma Xiaoquan took a few deep breaths and slowly calmed down.
"By the way, use fire"
Ma Xiaoquan's eyes lit up, remembering Xiahou Dun's defeat.
Still at Bowangpo, Xiahou Dun was defeated by Liu Bei.
However, the Bowang Slope where Xiahou Dun was defeated was different from this Bowang Slope, because the original fire that burned Bowang Slope was, to be precise, set by Ma Xiaoquan.
"Hmph." Ma Xiaoquan snorted coldly and thought to himself: Two Bowang Slopes? Interesting. It seems that these two Bowang Slopes need Ma Ye. I will set the fire myself to play with it. After thinking about it, Ma Xiaoquan concentrated his efforts.
Come in spirit.
"Pfft" Just as he concentrated his energy, the wound on his chest began to hurt violently, and Ma Xiaoquan spit out a mouthful of black blood.
"Screw-toothed hook arrow." The more Ma Xiaoquan thought about it, the angrier he became. He didn't expect to be shot in the chest by this thing in such an inhospitable place.
"Yeah" Ma Xiaoquan endured the pain in his chest and continued to concentrate.
At this time, because Ma Xiaoquan made sounds one after another and exposed his position, the direction of Leng Arrow's launch also changed accordingly.
Ma Yun, who was behind the big tree, noticed this and hurriedly shouted: "Master, be careful!"
As soon as Ma Yun finished speaking, he heard two "swish" sounds and two cold arrows were shot at Ma Yun.
"Uh-huh." Ma Yun couldn't dodge and was shot in the arm by a cold arrow.
Ma Xiaoquan heard Ma Yun's scream and shouted quickly: "Ma Yun, tie your arms with a cloth belt quickly, quickly!"
Ma Yun gritted his teeth, took out his belt, and wrapped the injured arm.
At this time, Ma Xiaoquan was almost focused.
Ma Xiaoquan took a deep breath and stood up slowly.
Ma Xiaoquan, who is 1.78 meters tall, is completely exposed as soon as he stands up.
As soon as he was exposed, hundreds of cold arrows were shot at Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan spit out a mouthful of black blood and sneered: "You still want to kill me just because of this? I'm dreaming!"
After saying that, Ma Xiaoquan waved his hand, and a bright red flame burst out from his hands.
The "Huhu" flame belt was regarded by Ma Xiaoquan as a long whip, and he kept waving it in front of and around him.
However, the arrows came from all directions, and Ma Xiaoquan had no eyes on his back. Although he tried very hard to slap away the cold arrows in front of him, he could not defend himself against the cold arrows behind him.
"Puff, puff, puff!" Ma Xiaoquan's back was continuously hit by arrows without feathers. The arrows penetrated three-thirds of the flesh and contained strong poison.
Although Ma Xiaoquan is not afraid of poisons, the burning sensation of corroding his skin and flesh after the poison enters his body still makes him very uncomfortable.
Ma Xiaoquan raised his hands and slapped his head hard several times.
"Dong dong dong..." more than ten times in a row, forcing Ma Xiaoquan to concentrate again.
"It would be great if there were eggs!" Ma Xiaoquan shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.
Only Ma Xiaoquan could feel the pain of a poisonous arrow entering the body without dying.
Ma Xiaoquan raised his head and looked around carefully. At this time, the arrow attack had stopped.
Ma Xiaoquan took a breath and quickly identified a place in the southwest behind him. Then, he shouted loudly and threw the flame belt out.
With a "boom", the flames hit a mountain stream not far behind.
The flames rushed forward like a flood, and within a few breaths, the entire mountain stream was dyed red.
"Ah" at the moment when the flames completely engulfed the mountain stream, a human scream finally emerged.
"Hmph!" Ma Xiaoquan sneered, turned around again, and threw flames forward to the left.
"Ah" was another scream.
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Behind the big tree, Ma Yun, who had an arrow in his arm, was already dying. Although he tied the arm with the arrow with a belt, forcing the poisonous blood to attack his heart, the tied arm could not be tied to death, otherwise his arm would not be able to survive.
Want it.
Ma Yun looked at the burned mountain stream with heavy eyelids, spit out a mouthful of black blood, and fainted.
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When Ma Yun woke up again, it was already late at night.
"You're awake!" A cold voice came over.
Ma Yun turned around and saw a long-haired man with the faint light of the fire.
"Where am I?"
"Bo Wang Slope!"
"Bo Wangpo? Oh, I'm still in Bowang Po!" Ma Yun exhaled and suddenly asked in alarm, "Who are you?"
The long-haired man did not answer Ma Yun.
"Where is my master, my master...cough cough..." The poisonous blood attacked his heart, and Ma Yun coughed.
The long-haired man stood up and walked towards Ma Yun. Without waiting for his consent, he leaned down, opened Ma Yun's mouth, and poured a bowl of foul-smelling fecal juice into Ma Yun's mouth.
"Well...well..." Ma Yun wanted to struggle, but he was so poisoned that he had no strength to resist?
Ma Yun knew that this man was saving him, but couldn't he use other methods to save people?
"Uh-huh..." After being fed fecal juice, Ma Yun didn't even have the strength to spit it out.
After waiting for a while, Ma Yun asked the long-haired man: "Where is my master?"
The long-haired man raised his head and glanced at Ma Yun: "Don't worry, he is safe."
"Who the hell are you?"
The long-haired man chuckled and ignored Ma Yun.
Ma Yun wanted to shout and curse, but as soon as he exerted force, he felt inexplicable pain in his chest. In addition, Ma Yun was in a very weak physical condition due to the fact that he had been fed fecal juice just now. After a while, Ma Yun passed out again.
When I woke up for the second time, the sky was already turning white.
After a night of hard work and rest, Ma Yun's physical strength recovered somewhat.
"Gulu gulu..." The large bowl of fecal juice that he drank before is now churning in his abdomen. It is very burning and uncomfortable. From time to time, there are waves of foul smell coming out of the abdomen, which makes Ma Yun
Very frustrating.
"Spit it out if you want to!"
Ma Yun raised his head, glanced at the long-haired man, and said, "It turns out to be you. The master said that he would let you go, but I didn't expect to meet you here."
The long-haired man chuckled: "Master Shangxian has shown me the kindness not to kill, but also the kindness to know and meet me. I came to Jingzhou long before you!"
Ma Yun exhaled: "How did you know we were passing by here?"
The long-haired man said: "You don't need to know this!"
Ma Yun asked: "Where is the master?"
The long-haired man pointed to the shack not far away and said, "There!"
Ma Yun asked nervously: "How is the master?"
The long-haired man shook his head: "The wound is still there, but there is no pus or enlargement. I tried to call Master Shangxian several times, but I couldn't wake him up. I measured his breathing and found that it was very stable. It's strange!"