Horse hooves flew loudly, gravel and dust flew everywhere, and several long streaks of dust and smoke were raised along the underground river. Zhikarizhen was lying on the bumpy horse's back. Without looking back, he could feel Cui Zhihuan's eyes behind him as if they were burning red.
The iron thorn nailed him to death.
"That bastard is chasing after us and is determined to suck our blood!" Fat Tiger whipped his horse and galloped, turning his head frequently to look around. A few dozen feet away, Cui Zhihuan's eyes were red, and he was covered in blood.
The mount was also dyed a strange blood-red color.
"How about we all go separately?" Xiaoma Bandit glanced at Zhikarizhen, who was keeping pace, and asked tentatively.
"No, if we separate, we will only be killed by him one by one." Zhi Shou knew full well that it was his own huge energy and blood that attracted Cui Zhihuan. He could use the winter cicada hibernation technique to avoid him for a while, but it was difficult to avoid him endlessly.
He was chasing after him. His sea of consciousness vaguely sensed that Cui Zhihuan's aura was heavy and unstable, and he was obviously seriously injured. If he could rely on the power of Fat Tiger and Pony Bandit, he might still have a chance to fight back.
"This bastard!" The little horse bandit cursed in his stomach, and looked away quietly. The tip of the broken sword in Zhikarizhen's hand was faintly pointed at him, as if away from him. If he turned his horse's head, the crimson sword light would definitely break through the air.
Come, but he has no assurance of escaping unscathed.
"The bastard is catching up!" Fat Tiger was so anxious that he hit the horse with all his strength. He was fat and heavy, and he was carrying a heavy axe, which weighed more than a hundred pounds. The mount could not bear the strength, and he gradually fell behind the three of them, and the distance between him and Cui Zhihuan kept getting closer. "Throw away the ax!" Zhi Shouzhen shouted. If the fat tiger falls into Cui Zhihuan's hands, it will only speed up the opponent's healing speed. The three of them will either escape together or fight to the death together. There is no other chance.
"Hoo——" Fat Tiger threw it hard, and the big ax whirled with cold light, and flew quickly towards the leg of Cui Zhihuan's horse. Cui Zhihuan slapped his left palm, and a bloody light shot directly towards him. "Bang!" The big ax shook midway and fell.
On the ground, the blood and light dispersed at the same time. Cui Zhihuan's body swayed slightly, and his mount couldn't help but slump and slow down.
"He's injured!" The pony bandit's pupils flashed with green light, as if they were real, as if they had penetrated the weak spot where Cui Zhihuan's aura was running.
Cui Zhihuan's heart trembled. He suppressed the restless blood and Qi in his body and looked in the direction of the pony bandit with a sense of emotion. He took the essence, blood and vitality of many people, but did not have the time to carefully transport and transform it, resulting in a disordered breath. His injuries are now improving.
, but the hidden dangers are deeper secretly. This is also the disadvantage of the Blood River Sect's technique: although it is quick to absorb other people's alien energy and blood, it is not suitable for oneself after all, and it needs to be purified over many years, otherwise it is easy to go crazy.
Fat Tiger threw a big axe, and the horses were much more agile, barely keeping up with Zhikarizhen. The three of them galloped eastward along the underground river, and the vast water surface continued to expand within the field of vision. The sound of the waves was fierce and mighty, one after another.
The diverging currents are like winding snakes, rushing in all directions.
"Go from here!" The pony bandit turned the horse's head and suddenly rushed towards a zigzag underground river tributary. The water splashed, cold and fast, and gradually submerged the horse's knees, belly, and back... The center of the river appeared
A large group of rocks, towering and abrupt, intertwined with each other. The three riders moved left and right, wading deep into the river around the rocks, and their backs quickly disappeared from Cui Zhihuan's sight.
Cui Zhihuan snorted coldly, pressed the horse's neck with one hand, and a ray of fresh air from the blood river seeped through the neck. The horse raised its neck and hissed angrily, its muscles swelled, its tendons exploded and thickened, and it galloped forward like flying. More than ten breaths later.
, the horses rushed into the tributary of the underground river and bit the three riders in front again.
Water splashed everywhere, and the distance between the two sides kept getting closer. Stimulated by the fresh air of the blood river, Cui Zhihuan's mount ran faster and faster, with scorching blood drops as big as broad beans oozing from its fur, like a ferocious beast, and blood spewed out from its nostrils.
Fog.
"Bind!" Cui Zhihuan shouted softly, pinched the technique with his left hand, and grabbed it with his right palm. A red light flashed in the air, like a bloody snake, raising its head and coiling around, and pounced on the three riders. Zhi Kaizhen suddenly stretched out his arm,
Grab Fat Tiger's horse's rein and pull it to his side.
With a "swish" sound, the blood snake brushed past the fat tiger's back, pounced on the horse's butt, and instantly wrapped around the horse's body. The horse fell to its knees with a "plop", and the fat tiger fell forward, and was caught by the hunter.
Buckle your belt and pull it to your horse.
The fat tiger's mount hissed in pain, and its muscles shriveled up rapidly, but the blood snake became thicker and thicker, like an ever-expanding giant python. Cui Zhihuan changed his hand skills, and the blood python expanded to the limit, flicked its giant tail, and bounced violently high
Starting.
"Dismount!" Zhikarizhen's consciousness clearly noticed the changes in the blood python, shouted, and dragged Fat Tiger to jump into the river. The pony's green eyes flashed, and he jumped out of the horse's back and fell into the rapids. p>
"Explode!" At the same time, the blood python exploded amidst Cui Zhihuan's shout, splashing thousands of drops of blood, roaring in all directions. "Plop, tap, tap!" The bright red blood drops hit the river surface like a
The hard iron nails clanged, stirring up countless small whirlpools. The two horses howled horribly, with countless holes pierced through their bodies, and fell into a pool of blood. The three of them had already gone down the river, scraping against the rocks and being swept away by the swift water.
The waves rushed out more than ten feet and disappeared behind the rocks again.
Cui Zhihuan was slightly stunned. All of the Blood Rain attacks actually missed. The opponent seemed to be able to discern the changes in the pure Qi of the Blood River and respond in time. Only masters of refining the spirit and returning to the void who had created the sea of consciousness could do this. He then thought about it.
, the other party must have brought some strange magic weapon with early warning effect. However, the three of them lost their horses, and they were already turtles in the urn, and they would fall into his hands sooner or later. Cui Zhihuan thought about it for a while, urged the horse to rush through the rocks, and was suddenly stunned on the spot.<
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The river is vast and the rocks are towering. The three people are nowhere to be seen, as if they have disappeared out of thin air from the water flow!
Cui Zhihuan immediately dismounted, dived into the river, and looked around. The rocks under the water were connected together like islands. The surface was covered with green slippery moss, and there were many holes inside. There were several hollow giant caves that formed black holes, and they were filled with rapids.
The surging roar is like a roaring sea beast opening its bloody mouth, which is large enough for people to come in and out.
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Cui Zhihuan glanced around and quickly discovered new marks of wear on the sphagnum moss on the side of a cave. He snorted coldly, paddled his legs, and swam into the cave without hesitation.
Suddenly, a crimson sword light swept out from the dark hole, as fast as lightning, as evil as a ghost, and shot straight into Cui Zhihuan's throat.
This sword was hidden in the dark, silent and caught off guard. Before the light of the sword arrived, the sword energy had already reached. Cui Zhihuan saw a bloody abyss rising into the sky in a trance. The boundless murderous intention was pure and fierce, and his throat couldn't help but cry.
I shivered and got goosebumps.
"Poof!" At the critical moment between life and death, Cui Zhihuan opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, turning into a blood shield covered with talismans to meet the sword light. At the same time, he used the bleeding shadow to trace his body, and his whole body was like mist and smoke, twisting and swinging at the same time.
, while flashing backward.
The water rippled heavily, and the sword energy instantly passed through the blood shield, which shattered silently. The sword light was not hindered and pursued all the way. No matter how Cui Zhihuan changed his body shape, the sword light was always like a maggot on the tarsus, chasing after him.
, he didn’t even have time to use his great blood demon technique.
"Creak -" Cui Zhihuan spurted out blood from the pores on his body, and his body suddenly shrank into a ball, like a dwarf. The sword light was about to fly over his head, but it suddenly fluttered, fell down, and struck the Tianling Cap directly. The sword force changed.
Smooth and natural, done in one go, without any trace of changing moves midway.
This is the master of swordsmanship! Cui Zhihuan's scalp was numb, and the blood and clear energy rushed straight to the top of his head, intending to resist the sword edge with his vigorous cultivation. However, the moment the sword light was about to touch the heart above his head, his blood suddenly became restless, his heart beat wildly, and he gave birth to the end of the world.
A sign of danger is coming.
"Bang!" Cui Zhihuan's whole body exploded and turned into a bloody mist. A bloody body jumped out and fled backwards.
The sword light touched the blood mist, like a long dragon drawing water, swallowing up the blood mist completely. Zhi Shouzhen glanced at Cui Zhihuan with regret, retreated into the cave without any nostalgia, turned around and swam away.
"Untouchable!" Cui Zhihuan screamed in pain, causing the surrounding water to surge. He used the Blood Demon Disintegration Technique for the second time in one day. Not only was his internal organs severely injured, but his foundation was completely destroyed. Even after catching up with the three people, he absorbed the young man.
With so much energy and blood, I’m afraid there’s no hope of recovering.
What's more, that young man's swordsmanship is astonishing and unpredictable. He has been all over the Taoist sect and the Demonic sect for decades, and many masters of swordsmanship. Even the Yu clan has fought countless battles, but he has never seen such a terrifying sword energy.
The pressure makes the blood and the clear air tremble with fear, as if encountering a natural enemy high above.
Do you still want to chase? The rapid water rubbed against Cui Zhihuan's wound, and it was as cold as a blade. He was born in Zhongding, became a demon sect, enjoyed wealth and splendor that ordinary people could never achieve in their lifetime, and also wailed and rolled with pain from birth and death.
Only oneself knows whether it is warm or cold.
Cui Zhihuan suddenly roared, turned into a blood shadow, and rushed towards the cave again. How could the Cui family of Qinghe be afraid to move forward?