Ye Shaohan stared closely at the man in black, the fingertips of his left hand hidden under his sleeves filled with fire-attribute aura.
The man in black smiled indifferently, and the sword in his right hand fell to the ground casually. The tip of the sword came into contact with the ground. He dragged the sword slowly toward Ye Shaohan. The friction between the tip of the sword and the ground made a rustling sound. His long sword hanging behind his back
His hair was floating in the wind, and combined with the indifferent smile on the face of the man in black, he looked like a life-seeking ghost from hell!
Every time the man in black took a step, his momentum increased a few points, pressing Ye Shaohan tightly.
Ye Shaohan's chest felt tight under the pressure of the terrifying momentum, and cold sweat kept dripping down his cheeks. Then he pretended to be weak and retreated slowly, with a frightened expression on his face, and said in horror: "Don't come over, I have nothing to do with you.
There is no injustice, why do you want to kill me!"
The man in black stopped and sneered at Ye Shaohan: "Because you are being rewarded with millions of gold coins by the Dragon Blood Legion, tell me why I don't kill you!"
When Ye Shaohan heard this, his expression couldn't help but change, and he underestimated: "Xiaoyao Yingxue, you are really willing to spend money!"
The man in black ignored Ye Shaohan's muttering and slowly walked towards him again. At this moment, Ye Shaohan was also silently thinking about the distance between himself and the man in black.
The man in black finally stood half a meter in front of Ye Shaohan and stopped. He slowly waved the sword in his right hand, looked at the unwilling Ye Shaohan indifferently, sneered and said: "Goodbye!"
"Really?" At this moment, Ye Shaohan's figure suddenly jumped up, he raised his left arm and pointed with his fingers.
The sleeves were shaken by the fierce force, and in such a short distance, several fire blades were slashed out from the fingertips, followed by a sharp sound of breaking wind.
Half a meter away, Ye Shaohan arrived in the blink of an eye. A sharp explosion sounded from the chest of the man in black, and a horrified look flashed across his face. He did not expect that this young man in black robe, who seemed to be at the end of his fight, could actually still do it at this moment.
There is such a strong spiritual energy.
His expression suddenly changed, he kicked the ground with his feet, and let out an angry shout. He suddenly shot forward with his left palm, trying to stop Ye Shaohan.
The wind-attribute spiritual energy in Ye Shaohan's body spurted out from the soles of his feet in vain, and his figure accelerated again, ignoring the man in black's left palm, and with the fire blade in his left finger, he hit his chest continuously. Several eye-catching finger marks were on the man in black's
It spread across the chest, and soon the fire blade shot out from the chest of the man in black like a thin needle.
The man in black felt the blood being compressed and spurting out from the pores. He suppressed the injury on his chest and struck out with his left palm, hitting Ye Shaohan's chest like a lightning strike.
Ye Shaohan felt a huge force coming from him, his blood boiled, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his slightly thin figure retreated softly.
"Looking for death!" The injury on the chest made the man in black frown secretly. His face was full of gloom, and a sneer slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Really?" Ye Shaohan said lightly. The retreating figure suddenly paused. A trace of powerful spiritual energy leaked from the soles of his feet, and the figure shot out again. He held the sword in his backhand, and the long sword came out of his hand and turned into a stream of light.
, stabbed into the chest of the man in black with incomparable accuracy at a speed of 100 meters per second.
The long sword penetrated the man in black's entire chest, shattering his heart directly, and the man in black fell to the ground helplessly.
Ye Shaohan slowly turned around and wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth. He looked at the body that was rapidly losing its vitality, with a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, several more cold shouts suddenly came from the distance. Ye Shaohan didn't delay at all. He jumped on both feet and jumped crazily towards the houses. The little spiritual energy left in his body was running like crazy.
It kept running like a whirlwind, and it didn't dare to stop and take a breath until it was thousands of meters away from the battle place.
Just when he stopped, a wave of dizziness swept over him, and the place where the man in black hit him felt a burning pain. Then he fainted and fell to the ground, losing consciousness.
The early morning sunlight slowly shines into the house, leaving little spots of light on the yellowed floor!
Ye Shaohan slowly woke up, and he secretly became vigilant. The soft sunlight fell on his face, making him unable to open his eyes.
He involuntarily stretched out his hands to cover his eyes to block the strong bright light. He slowly opened his eyes. A feeling of weakness swept through his body. All the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart. The pain made Ye Shaohan frowned. There were shouts around him.
Continuously, there were several sword whistles.
What he entered was a broken house. He glanced around and the long sword he carried was placed aside, glowing with a faint cold light.
Then his eyes swept over his body, and he quietly discovered that the original black military robe on his body had been replaced. At this moment, he was wearing a rather rough black linen shirt, and several scars on his body had also been treated.
pass.
Looking at the attire on his body, Ye Shaohan suddenly touched his chest. When he found that the necklace on his chest was still there, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He weakly held the imperial sword with his right hand and gently moved it.
Lifting the sword, a clear sword roar came out, but it sounded extremely harsh to the weak Ye Shaohan's ears at this moment.
Then he put the sword aside and looked at the situation inside ###. Because his body was severely tortured by the man in black, the injuries in his body at this moment were quite serious, and he even had no strength to stand up.
They have never been able to do so. Ye Shaohan knew in his heart that it would take him at least ten days and a half to recover from his injuries.
Thinking of the dead man in black, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but feel frightened. A coldness flashed in his dark eyes. This dragon blood army could not stay.
Then he rubbed his forehead helplessly and smiled bitterly. He was so weak now. There was no need to talk about revenge.
At this moment, the door of the broken house was pushed open, and soft sunlight shone in through the door. A middle-aged man with an unusually strong physique appeared in Ye Shaohan's sight. When the middle-aged man saw that Ye Shaohan had woken up, his face couldn't help but reveal
There was a hint of astonishment, then he grinned, scratched the back of his head, and said bluntly: "Little brother, you finally woke up!"
Ye Shaohan's eyes swept over the middle-aged man. Based on the spiritual energy fluctuations revealed on the big man's body, he recognized the strength of the big man at a glance - a seventh-level spiritual warrior!
Ye Shaohan responded with a smile, and then said: "You came in just after I woke up!"
The middle-aged man stared at him strangely at first, and then muttered: "It's strange that you can wake up so quickly after suffering such a serious injury!"
When Ye Shaohan heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. That smile fell into the middle-aged man's ears. The middle-aged man blushed, walked to his side, patted his shoulder with his thick hand, and said with a smile.
"Little brother, you are in good health. You woke up so quickly. My name is Zhang Ming. I was originally going to protect the eldest lady for training this time, but I unexpectedly met you above here. Speaking of which, you are lucky, and you were not attacked by the monster.
Chew it up!"
Although the middle-aged man's physical strength is not great, this slap made the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth twitch.
"Thank you, Brother Zhang, for saving me, Ye Shaohan!" Ye Shaohan said gratefully. If this person hadn't saved him, I'm afraid he would have been eaten by the monster as a snack by now.
Zhang Ming also noticed something wrong with the shot just now. His face turned red and he said sheepishly: "Sorry, I forgot that you are the injured person!"
After Zhang Ming finished speaking, he couldn't help but look at Ye Shaohan apologetically. Ye Shaohan then smiled and said, "It's okay!" He had a good impression of the big man in front of him. In this world where the jungle is strong and the jungle is strong, there are too few people with kind intentions like him.
"Brother Zhang, are we still in the ancient city now?" Ye Shaohan asked.
"Oh, yes, we are now in the outer city of the ancient city!" Zhang Ming grinned, then hurriedly patted Ye Shaohan's shoulder and said apologetically: "Brother has to do something, Shaohan, please take care of yourself first.
Rest and I’ll come back to you in the evening!”
Ye Shaohan smiled slightly, showing an understanding look, and said: "Brother Zhang, go ahead and do your work first!"
The big man smiled honestly, then turned and left. When he pushed open the dilapidated door, Ye Shaohan looked through the gap and saw some guards wearing warrior robes and waving swords around him. It was obvious that those people were from the same family.
, maybe it’s the Zhang family that Brother Zhang calls.
With Zhang Ming leaving, the broken house became quiet again. Ye Shaohan slowly sat up, leaning his back against the wall, thinking in his heart, the people of the Dragon Blood Legion must be frantically looking for him in the ancient city.
Fortunately, no one in this family knew that he was the person that the Dragon Blood Legion wanted to hunt down, otherwise it would have been terrible.
Then he took out several pills from the necklace and stuffed them into his mouth. The most important thing in his current plan was to heal his injuries first, otherwise he might not have much sense of security in this ancient city.
Because Ye Shaohan was weak, a strong crisis dared to hit him. His face condensed, he took a long breath, rubbed his forehead and felt the emptiness and weakness in his body.
Then he endured the pain from all over his body, gritted his teeth, sat cross-legged on the bed, clasped his hands, breathed steadily and powerfully, and his chest was slightly swaying. As the sun rose, the spiritual energy in the tent slowly rose.
Finally, following Ye Shaohan's breath, it penetrated into his body and turned into streams of spiritual energy flowing through his meridians.
Zhang Ming must have explained that no one bothered Ye Shaohan throughout the afternoon. As the sun slowly set, the sword whistles and shouts around him gradually disappeared.
The afterglow of the sunset slipped away feebly, and the night slowly covered the earth with a layer of black gauze.
Ye Shaohan's eyes were still closed. At this moment, his body emitted a faint green light, his eyelashes blinked slightly, and after a moment, his dark eyes suddenly opened.
In the dark eyes, green light flashed past, and then he jumped up suddenly, stood up, and landed on the ground.
Ye Shaohan looked inside and smiled bitterly. In one afternoon, he only recovered 30% of his strength. I am afraid it will take at least ten days and a half to return to its peak.