The water flow swept forward, and the crimson sword light swept out from the entrance of the cave again. It was as shocking as a rainbow penetrating the sun. It was unpredictable and the timing was perfect, as if Cui Zhihuan took the initiative to put himself on the tip of the sword.
Cui Zhihuan was shocked and angry. The opponent actually didn't retreat after the attack. He was still hiding at the entrance of the cave, like a cunning and ferocious beast that had hunted countless blood prey. He was not impatient and waited for him to come again.
Such a mind, such forbearance, and such courage are completely unlike those of a teenage boy.
"In Taoist practice, it is always appropriate to practice quietly and focus on being active in stillness; but our Demonic sect prefers to survive in the face of death and to fight to nourish the war."
The thin and sharp broken sword penetrated the river water, approaching like a wisp of blood that penetrated silently. Cui Zhihuan's eyes were red, and the scene of the former leader of the Blood River Sect, Jie Canmu, giving a sermon flashed in his mind.
"The so-called 'war' seems to be a simple fight of life and death, but in fact it is all-encompassing. The 'warrior' is not only a martial arts and martial arts training duel, but also wisdom, experience, mentality, intuition, will, luck, and observation.
Judgment, the battle of mutual growth and mutual restraint..., and the use of blind spot skills."
"What is a 'blind spot'?" A disciple asked at that time.
"I jumped from here, without using any magic, and I was able to remain unscathed." Jie Canmu stood on the altar on the top of the mountain, overlooking the deep ravine below, and his wide blue Confucian clothes were blown by the mountain wind.
There are razor-like wrinkles.
Looking at the deep ravine filled with swords and halberds, everyone in the disciples was shocked. Could it be that the body of the leader has reached the legendary indestructible state?
Jie Canmu stood up floatingly, lightly jumped off the altar, and landed in front of everyone. The blood lotus altar made of red jade was only three feet high, and any boy could jump down.
Everyone was dumbfounded, and Xie Canmu smiled slightly: "It's hard to see, hard to predict, the son of an outsider, one of them escapes...this is the blind spot."
The light of the sword was like clouds and blood, piercing the images in his mind. This sword hit the "blind spot" of Cui Zhihuan's thinking, probably because he did not expect that the young man would repeat his old tricks.
Cui Zhihuan roared violently and had no time to cast any spells, so he only grabbed the broken sword with his left palm.
Qi and blood throbbed, and a strong sense of crisis came over again. Cui Zhihuan made an immediate decision. The moment his fingertips hooked the sword blade, the blood flowing in the river suddenly shook. His left arm was broken at shoulder level, and blood spurted out from the broken part.
It turns into steaming blood mist, covering the entrance of the cave.
At the same time, his severed arm and his palm were penetrated by the sword energy of the three-killer machine, and instantly decayed and shriveled, leaving only a thin layer of wrinkled skin.
Cui Zhihuan retreated sharply and disappeared behind the blood mist, feeling a turbulent wave in his heart. The opponent's sword devoured Qi and blood, and its effect was almost exactly the same as the blood shadow method of the Blood River Sect. No! In addition to Qi and blood, this sword also absorbed all vitality.
, and some mysterious and mysterious things.
The Blood Shadow Technique was obtained by the founder of the Blood River Sect from an immortal ruins. It has infinite power and can be regarded as one of the most powerful techniques in the world. Even if it is compared to the Feathering Sword Sutra of the Yu Clan, it may not be inferior. Where did the world come from?
Is there such a sword technique that is more effective than the Blood Shadow Technique?
What's more, the young man's skills are shallow and he is far from exerting the power of this sword!
Zhikari Zhen slashed out with his sword, and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and heartbeat, and hurriedly pulled away and swam away. He held his breath underwater for a long time, and his breathing gradually became unsmooth. Only cultivators who have refining Qi and regaining the spirit can turn external breathing into internal breathing, and in the water
Breathe freely.
The two fat tigers were lying on the other side of the cave entrance. Zhikarizhen touched the bronze hard object in his arms, which he had taken back from the pony bandit just before taking action. With this object in hand, the pony bandit
Then we will not easily get rid of them and escape on our own.
The pony bandit's eyes flickered for a moment, and he gestured to Zhikarizhen, then took the lead and swam away. The underwater caves were surrounded by dense grass and vines. The three of them made twists and turns, passing through each deep cave without stopping.
From time to time, some strange fish with transparent bones swam past them, stirring up rapid streams of water.
"Whoa!" The little horse bandit grabbed the rock wall, jumped out of the water, and breathed desperately, his little face turned purple. Shikari Zhen also popped his head out, gasping for air. On the contrary, Fat Tiger was no different and breathed freely.
, it is said that the four major cultivators can breathe internally from birth, and can also generate magical powers on their own, which is quite strange.
"How is that guy?" The little bandit asked breathlessly as he climbed up a rock that jutted out of the water. It was dark all around, with a few rays of light faintly showing through the cracks in the rocks above his head. The surrounding rocks were intertwined, and part of them protruded from the river.
, connected into a black rocky beach, the end of which is hard to see.
"My two swords seriously injured Cui Zhihuan. According to common sense, he should give up the pursuit and find a place to heal his injuries. But with his temperament, he will probably catch up." Zhikarizhen jumped onto the stone beach and stared at the pony bandit.
He said, "You are familiar with the terrain in this area. It's up to you this time."
"The demon cubs of the Blood River Sect are not so easy to get rid of." The pony bandit frowned, hesitated for a moment, and walked to a moss-covered steep wall to the east.
"You also know that he is from the Blood River Sect?" Zhi Shouzhen kept his secret. The pony bandit is indeed a Yan person, so he is so familiar with the Demon Sect.
"The smell of blood when he took action was so strong that I could smell it from a distance." The pony bandit curled his lips,
After groping for a few times on the rock wall, one of the gray-grained stones moved with his gesture. He pulled out the stone, revealing a hollow hollow in which a dark soft leather bag was hidden.
The pony bandit opened the cowhide bag, and Zhikuzhen glanced at it. He caught a glimpse of a pair of suede short boots, several sets of old Jin-Chu style shirts, two short knives, a slingshot, several packets of powder, a stack of oily naan cakes and many other things.
Bits and pieces of gadgets.
Oily naan cake is a winter food for some tribes in Dayan. It is baked with a mixture of ghee, highland barley, and beef and sheep bone meal. It tastes as rough and hard as bricks, but it is very resistant to hunger and can be stored for many years without deterioration.
The most special thing is the slingshot, which is one foot long and wide. It is made of rare chalk ground copper as the bow frame, engraved with simple patterns, and the curved bow handle is bent into a bunch of sharp pointed cones at the end. The rubber band is wide and thick, and the color is bright.
Milky white, like delicate jade.
"The Demon Sect always insists on retribution. Cui, who suffered a loss from us, is determined to get his hands back. This is the unchanging character of the Demon Sect disciples, and it is also the 'Tao' they practice." The little horse bandit said while talking.
He put on his suede boots, took out his slingshot, rubbed it, hung it on his waist, then took out his short knife, inserted one handle into the heel of his boots, and threw the other handle to Fat Tiger. The blade shone in the darkness, reflecting the pony.
The stiff lips are as outlined by iron wire.
Zhikarizhen's eyes flashed and he looked at the pony bandit. The cunning and weak pony bandit seemed to disappear in front of his eyes, replaced by a murderous aura showing his claws and teeth.
This time, the pony bandit met Zhikarizhen's gaze without hesitation: "So we only have one way."
"Kill him."
"The Demonic Cultivation Technique is very powerful and has great backlash."
"Cui Zhihuan is not much stronger than us now, we can just wear him to death slowly."
The young men looked at each other, and both pairs of eyes seemed to light up equally bright fires in the darkness. Fat Tiger looked at them blankly, and suddenly felt a fire burning in his fearful heart.
"Fuck you!" He grabbed the dagger tightly and roared like a real tiger.
"Although a wounded beast is ferocious, it is the best time to hunt it." The pony bandit put on his leather bag, straightened up, and his eyes became sharp, like a goshawk overlooking its prey in the sky.
"Bang -" The stone was pushed back into the rock wall with force. Amidst the short and dull impact, the three of them walked towards the depths of the stone beach, as if they were stepping on the sonorous sound of a horn.