Chapter 237: Escape from the dead, the charming road
"Flying Divine Escape, Exchange——"
Just for a moment on the edge of the cliff, Zhu Biao had already selected this escape magic weapon from Qihuo Juli - an upgraded version of the Flying Claw Bailiansuo, Feitian Divine Escape.
Although the price is more than three times more expensive than the former, and a whole gold is used, but what about the effectiveness? It is also a qualitative improvement.
The ten-foot-long Bailian rope extends to fifteen feet, with four toes as sharp as eagle claws, three in front and one in back. The texture is increased from 30 to 50, the sharpness is increased from 50 to 70, and the climbing power is greatly increased. Zhu Biao jumps
Naturally, the survival rate behind the cliff has also greatly increased.
Putting the rope tail ring on his wrist, Zhu Biao held the flying claw in his hand and threw it hard towards the cliff above. The cliff looked very deep, but it would never take half a minute for a person to fall. He was
You really can't waste a second of your time.
The center of the claw was facing upward, and the four toes were fully extended. With Zhu Biao's full force, the sharp four toes clicked into the rock wall with a click. Zhu Biao's body continued to fall, and the fifteen-foot rope fell.
After that, I felt my right arm being pulled up violently, and the two people who were falling rapidly were suspended in mid-air.
"Hmm -" The body swayed against the stone wall with inertia. Zhu Biao put his feet on the stone wall, and he and Song Yingzhu were completely fixed.
"Huhu..." The screams stopped, and Song Yingzhu gasped in shock. Zhu Biao also felt relieved and felt that his forehead was also dripping with cold sweat.
"Your sword...insert it into the stone wall -" This can relieve some of the pressure on the flying claws. Zhu Biao has already glanced down. It is still twenty or thirty feet high. He must have a foil before he can go down.
"The sword... fell down..." Song Yingzhu couldn't care less about the sword. Although for a charlatan, weapons are his companions and are extremely important, but in the face of death, he has to retreat from his lifeless companion.
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This is not a world where "people are there and the sword is there, but the sword destroys people and kills them". The "heart" towards the sword in one's hand is not as perverted as the deep feelings one has.
Song Yingzhu really didn't expect that Zhu Biao would jump off the cliff with her in his arms. When she screamed, Bicui Ningbo had already let go. After all, there was a mistake during the acupuncture, and her body was already weak. She was suddenly frightened, and her hands went soft.
It is normal for the sword to fall.
Hanging in mid-air. Song Yingzhu could only hear her heart beating like a drum. Her three souls and six souls had not yet returned to their places. Zhu Biao's words made her come back to her senses faster and spoke.
I'm quite embarrassed.
"Ahem..." Zhu Biao coughed twice. He didn't know what to say for a moment.
Song Yingzhu couldn't be counted on, so he had to do it himself.
The right arm was pulled up until the elbow was bent, and the two feet were placed underneath. The rope tail ring on the right hand was smoothly handed over to the left hand, leaving his right arm free to exchange for another dagger.
His left hand continued to tighten Feitian Shendu, and he held Song Yingzhu in his arm. Zhu Biao, who wanted to have both sides unavoidable, held Song Yingzhu tightly in his arms. The roundness of his chest was close to Zhu Biao's chest, and his arms
He also hugged Zhu Biao's back, squeezing and touching her, causing Song Yingzhu's face to turn red, but she couldn't struggle.
But Song Yingzhu, who was "idle and idle", could only experience this charm. Zhu Biao, who was focused on saving his life, didn't have any warm atmosphere at all.
A silver iron dagger came out from under Zhu Biao's clothes. The weak light was covered by his clothes and did not show up at all. However, Zhu Biao did not immediately pierce the stone wall with the dagger.
He was almost killed by a slap from the bamboo pole above, and his internal organs were seriously injured. Most of his strength was consumed. He had already tried his best to throw the flying claw just now, and now he had to take a breath.
Another Huiyuan Pill was taken down, and a warm air flow moistened the injured internal organs. After about a minute or two, the air flow circulated in the body for a week, and Zhu Biao's closed eyes opened.
When the action started, his left arm tightened the hold of Song Yingzhu in his arms. This was purely Zhu Biao's subconscious action. However, Song Yingzhu's heart jumped to his throat due to this stranglehold, and he tried his best to avoid Zhu Biao's shoulders and neck with his face.
She was blushing, and her face seemed to have a fever. Her chest was pressed against her, and her head was leaning against her. Wasn't it just like a "little bird clinging to a human"? Song Yingzhu, whose child was almost sixteen, of course had to resist.
But she somehow knew that she had to 'rely' on Zhu Biao at this moment, relying on the target who was supposed to be her prey.
Zhu Biao pressed down on a raised point on the tail ring of the Flying God's Escape Cable, and a slight vibration of the machine spring sounded, and then the four toes of the flying claw that were still tightly clinging to the stone wall suddenly loosened.
"Huh..." The feeling of free fall was experienced by the two of them again.
But it was different from last time. This time Song Yingzhu kept her mouth tightly shut. If she shouted again now, wouldn't that be a clear way to tell the people above that the two of them were still alive?
"Crack..." The dagger scratched the stone wall and sparks flew everywhere. The violent friction made the dagger instantly hot, and the heat spread directly to the handle.
Zhu Biao also clicked his feet on the stone wall one after another, his internal energy burst out, and he stepped down a small pothole. The speed of the falling figure slowly slowed down, until the dagger broke with a 'bang' sound, and Zhu Biao stepped down for the last time.
Click, slide sideways, hug Song Yingzhu and fly up violently.
Most of the gravity of the fall was lost in this round and round rotation. Song Yingzhu, whose internal strength was scattered and weak, buried her head on Zhu Biao's shoulders and closed her eyes tightly. Zhu Biao's shoulders seemed to have a reassuring and reliable magic power that filled her heart.
Suddenly I wasn't afraid anymore.
Although tonight was her first real contact with Zhu Biao, the scenes of Zhu Biao being ambushed on the road, setting up an ambush on the mountain road, chasing him all the way, and fighting to break through on Shicai Mountain left a lasting impression on her.
Very deep impression.
If it weren't for the old monster who suddenly appeared, he might have run down the mountain with her. And this surge of life after falling off the cliff also added a lot of color to her heart.
Resourceful [Jiang family’s ambush was obviously seen through by Zhu Biao long ago, and they themselves were the ones who fell into the trap], perseverance and tenacity [they chased me so far], and fearless in the face of danger [the enemy is strong and we are weak, fighting hard, and the attitude after jumping off the cliff]
He died on the spot and then lived again], this is a person who makes people feel relieved.
With Zhu Biao doing the work, Song Yingzhu felt that his life would not be lost. The scenes in the past gave him full confidence in Zhu Biao. "Crack--" The flying claw caught in the right hand was once again deeply grasped by Zhu Biao during the flying spin.
He was buckled into the stone wall and slid down the rope. "Oops..." He triggered the mechanism again and put away the Flying Divine Escape. Zhu Biao's figure was on the stone wall, like a cloudpeng spreading its wings and descending leisurely. His feet
It fell to the ground without making any sound.
The sound of the wind was raging in the mountains and forests. It was dark all around, and the moonlight in the sky was blocked by the woods below the cliff.
Zhu Biao and Song Yingzhu would not feel the cold, but they also knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time - there was no guarantee that people from the mountain would not come down to check.
"Bicui Ningbo can only wait until we are destined to meet again..." Song Yingzhu's heart darkened, and after a moment, she looked at Zhu Biao again.
"How is your inner breath?" With his feet on the ground, it was completely safe. After Zhu Biao breathed a sigh of relief, his mind shifted from concentrating on saving his life to other places. With a beautiful woman in his arms, he really didn't want to put down his hands.
The roundness of the body can also be felt in the clothes, and a delicate fragrance can be smelled on the tip of the nose. Especially when he thinks that this is the mother of that boy Li Yixiao, Zhu Biao's heart is filled with a feeling of heat and the stimulation of a slight touch of taboo.
feel.
"Well, I can't lift it at all. There is a ghost on the dart..." It was not entirely because of the mistake in the acupuncture. Song Yingzhu snorted, but it was not as careless as Zhu Biao started now, but he moved and touched the wound.
"You can't stay here for a long time. Do you have any antidote in your arms? Take one and squeeze it first. I will take you to a safe place and then heal your wounds carefully——"
"In the treasure bag on the left side of the waist, the small green bottle is the detoxification pill." Song Yingzhu's face was a little pale, the wound hurt, and she was worried that the poison dart was coated with real strange poison.
Although the treasure bag under her belt on the left side contains detoxification and healing elixirs carefully developed by the Sword Sect Baicaotang, the corresponding poisons can only be said to be common poisons commonly used in the world. Strange poisons are so easy to cure.
Is it really possible to detoxify other people’s poisons accurately? Jiuqujian Sect’s Baicaotang is even better than Yaowang Valley.
"Let's go -" Zhu Biao took out the small green bottle in his skin bag, took out a pill and stuffed it into Song Yingzhu's mouth, picked up the person, picked up Qinggong and flew straight into the woods.
This run lasted for more than a quarter of an hour and swept four or five miles away. Zhu Biao stopped when his internal energy failed to function well.
They should be lucky. After passing through the woods near the bottom of the cliff, they met a small stream. Zhu Biao ran straight along the stream. When he stopped, he gently placed Song Yingzhu on a bluestone beside the stream. The moonlight filtered through.
Crossing the gap in the trees beside the stream, it shined on the stone.
The yellow shirt and skirt were stained with large dark purple blood stains, and a dart hit Song Yingzhu's shoulder and back. Zhu Biao had his hand around her waist, but he didn't notice it for so long.
After being gently placed on the stone by Zhu Biao, Song Yingzhu twisted her waist and crawled back, unable to move.
After drinking some water by the stream, Zhu Biao turned back to the bluestone. He reached out and took out the skin bag from Song Yingzhu's waist, and picked out the golden medicine from it first.
"Be patient, I'll pull out the dart for you first -" Zhu Biao looked at Song Yingzhu, who was weakly lying on the stone, with an uncertain look in his eyes. Even after having a life and death together, he still remembered clearly that he and
What is the relationship between Song Yingzhu and Song Yingzhu?
——An enemy, an absolute enemy. Even a "community of life and death" cannot resolve the contradiction.
But it is impossible for him to kill Song Yingzhu with one palm now. It is not because Song Yingzhu is a beauty, nor because she has 'saved' him before, but because of her identity. The daughter of Song Yannan, her identity is with
She is equated with the Nine-Curved Sword Sect. If she kills her, there will definitely be no room for reconciliation with the Nine-Curved Sword Sect.
Zhu Biao has not forgotten the kindness of the Supreme Elder. From the beginning to the end, he has distinguished the Jiang family, the Li family and the entire Jiuqujian Sect.
The feud between the Jiang family and him could not be resolved, but Li Xi had already stopped fighting. Even if Song Yingzhu appeared this time, it could not prove that Li Xi was the same as the Jiang family.
"Hmm -" Gritting her teeth, Song Yingzhu shivered in pain. The dart on her shoulder was pulled out by Zhu Biao.
I will save Song Yingzhu, but I will never give her a chance to fight back...
The eyes are focused on the dart, the blood is bright red... (To be continued Piaotian registered members of literature recommend this work
