Chapter 400: The snipe and clam fight, Xiao Yan gains
Chapter 400 The snipe and the clam fight, Xiao Yan wins
A group of red shadows roared through the mountains and forests like a raging flood. The rich bloody smell directly prevented some low-level monsters who were out looking for food from approaching, so they had to use fearful weapons from a distance.
He looked at the group of people rushing past from a short distance away.
Not long after the red crowd flashed past, another black shadow jumped out from between the trees. He ducked and stayed on a tree trunk, raised his head and looked at the red figures running wildly, and couldn't help but frown.
He frowned and said in a low voice: "If we continue like this, I'm afraid Fan Qi will have to chase me..."
After pondering for a moment, Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and said to himself: "If there is no chance to take action again, then we will have no choice but to take action forcefully."
After saying this, he touched the branch with his toes again, and his body fell lightly, and then continued to hang on the team in front.
Two teams with vastly different numbers of people ran through the mountains and forests one after another, with no more than a hundred meters between them.
Hanging tightly behind the front team, Xiao Yan silently counted the time in his heart. After a few minutes passed, he finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stepped on the tree trunk with the sole of his foot and shot at a rapid speed. However, he suddenly discovered that the distance ahead was
The team of Ling and others suddenly stopped. His heart skipped a beat and he slowed down. He quietly climbed onto the branches and approached cautiously.
In an open space in the forest, Fan Ling waved his hand to stop the team. He looked at the Blood Guard in front of him with a sullen face and said in a cold voice: "Is there any movement ahead?"
"Young Sect Master, there are traces of human figures on the mountain trail in front of us. After detection, it seems that they are from the Black Skull Tomb." The blood guard knelt down on one knee and reported respectfully.
"Black Skull Tomb?" Hearing this, Fan Ling's face changed slightly and said: "We were also intercepted? How did they know our whereabouts?"
"Young Master, looking at their appearance, they don't look like they are ambushing us. Instead, they seem to be looking for a remote mountain trail to rush back to Skeleton City..." The experienced Blood Guard hesitated slightly.
road.
"Oh? Hey, I bought the earth-level fighting skills at auction, and found a remote trail to sneak back to the Skeleton City. This is really in line with the temperament of those guys..." His eyes narrowed slightly, thinking of the "Three Volumes" that made him salivate.
With the "Thousands of Thunders" physical fighting technique, Fan Ling suddenly felt an uncontrollable fire in his heart. He glanced around and suddenly asked: "How many are there in them?"
"Exactly ten people."
"Is that Gray Skull guy among them?" Fan Ling asked immediately. The Gray Skeleton he was talking about was the middle-aged man in gray robe who competed with him for the "Three Thousand Thunderbolts" at the auction yesterday.
"Yes, according to the judgment of my subordinates, the opponent should have two powerful fighting spirits and a great fighting master, and the others are at the fighting master level." The blood guard said solemnly.
"Two fighting spirits, two great fighting masters..." he murmured to himself. After a long time, Fan Ling's slightly narrowed eyes flashed with a hint of greed and a sinister smile. He waved his hand and said coldly: "
The people who speed up and catch up with Black Skull Tomb originally had no intention of attacking them, but they chose to take such a mountain path on their own, so it’s no wonder that I have a dark heart.”
"Young Sect Master, the Sect Master said that our most important task at the moment is to escort the Yin Yang Black Dragon Pill back to Twilight City first. If there are any more disruptions, it may be very detrimental to us." Seeing that Fan Ling actually planned to intercept the Black Skull Tomb.
"Human," the old man who had been following him could not help but hurriedly dissuade him.
"Elder Luo, don't worry. The opponent is far inferior to us in terms of numbers and overall strength. For a roll of earth-level fighting skills, it is worth taking the risk." Fan Ling said calmly after waving his hand.
"This..." Hearing this, Elder Naluo hesitated for a moment, looked at another old man on the side, and then looked at Fan Ling who had a determined face, and could only nod helplessly.
"When the time comes, please help the two elders to hold off the other side's powerful fighting spirit. I will lead the blood guards to deal with the other people in the Black Skull Tomb. This time, just like the people who surrounded and killed the Tian Serpent Mansion before, I must not let anyone escape!"
Fan Ling said coldly. He was decisive in killing without any hesitation. He could be considered a character, but he was a little too greedy.
As Fan Ling's voice fell, the group of blood guards nodded silently without making any other noise.
Nodding with satisfaction, Fan Ling waved his hand and took the lead into the forest.
Shortly after Fan Ling and others disappeared, Xiao Yan's figure appeared on a large tree trunk. Looking at the place where the former and others disappeared, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he whispered: "Greedy guy,
When you see something good, you want to snatch it away... But this time, you are destined to be robbed."
With a gentle smile, Xiao Yan floated down the tree, then turned into a black shadow and ran into the forest.
Xiao Yan's figure drifted in the forest. After nearly ten minutes, he suddenly slowed down and hid his body behind a big tree. He tilted his head slightly and cast his gaze out.
At this time, in an open space just a few dozen meters away, dozens of Blood Guards full of bloody aura were forming a circle, killing several people with black skulls embroidered on their robes.
Surrounded by them, looking at the mess on the ground and the scars on their bodies, it was obvious that the two sides had been fighting fiercely in the short period of time before.
Not far from this battle circle, there are two more small battle circles. Four figures pass each other. The sharp weapons in their hands are carrying fierce energy, slashing fiercely. Occasionally, the sword light and sword energy fail, and the boulder next to them
Or the big tree was cut directly in half. From this, it can be seen that the two sides are really engaged in a life-and-death struggle, without any intention of discussing.
"Has the fighting started already..." After sweeping the messy open space, Xiao Yan glanced at the two small fighting circles. One of them was a middle-aged man in gray robe, who was surprisingly the same person in the auction house yesterday.
black skull of man.
"The people from the Black Skull Tomb are not as experienced as those from the Heavenly Snake Mansion..." When Xiao Yan muttered in his heart, the bloody blood guards had already started attacking again. The bloody smell that hit his nostrils was almost shocking.
Nauseating, and under the dozens of bright bloody knives, except for the two great fighting masters who still gritted their teeth and persisted, the eight people in the Black Skull Tomb were directly hacked to death by random knives. The death was very miserable.
"call out!"
A jet-black cold arrow suddenly shot out from the side. The cold arrow carried a rich blood energy, and it was inserted into the throat of a great fighter like lightning. The huge power contained in it directly caused the arrow body to escape from the latter.
The throat penetrated and came out, and finally it was nailed to a tree trunk, and the arrow tail swung rapidly.
Xiao Yan glanced along the direction where the cold arrow was shot. It turned out that the person who took action was Fan Ling who was holding a long bow. At this time, after killing a great fighting master, he raised his bow again and pointed at another person from afar.
A great fighter.
Seeing Fan Ling's long arrow pointing at him, the face of the great Dou Master changed drastically, and Dou Qi surged wildly in his body. In an instant, a pair of rough Dou Qi armor condensed on his body surface. Judging from this Dou Qi armor, this Great Dou Master
The strength of the master is probably around two or three stars.
"Hey, you want to block my blood-eroded arrows with this broken battle armor?" Seeing the action of the great fighting master, Fan Ling couldn't help but sneered, bowed into a full string, loosened his fingers, and his long hair was wrapped in blood-colored energy.
The arrow shot out suddenly and turned into a streak of blood, like lightning. It collided with the fighting spirit armor, and immediately, a tooth-breaking crunching sound was heard.
The crunching sound did not last long before it suddenly stopped, because the long blood-colored arrow actually corroded a small hole in the Dou Qi armor, and the long arrow penetrated into the great fighting master through the hole.
Throat...
Looking indifferently at the great fighting master who fell to the ground, Fan Ling took another look at the blood guards who were killed by the two great fighting masters who counterattacked and killed nearly ten people. He couldn't help but feel a little distressed in his heart. These blood guards have been cultivated.
But it's not easy...
"Fortunately, there are three thousand thunder moves to compensate..." Fan Ling muttered in his heart, and then he felt a little better. He turned his head and looked coldly at the two other black skull tombs that were dragged by the two elders and could not move.
The spirit-fighting expert said calmly: "Mohan, hand over the "Three Thousand Thunderbolts" yourself, and I will keep your whole body."
With a gloomy face, he dodged the attack of the opponent in front of him. The middle-aged man named Mohan said in a hoarse voice: "Fan Ling, you will regret it!"
Smiling coldly, Fan Ling swung the bow and arrow in his hand slightly, pointing at another spirit-fighting strongman. There was blood in the tip of the arrow, and his pupils tightened at this moment. At a certain moment, he finally found the spirit-fighting strongman.
Forced by his own people, he loosened his fingers and shot out blood arrows. In an instant, a long arrow was shot hard into the chest of the spirit-fighting warrior.
"We will die together!"
The spirit-fighting warrior from the Black Skull Tomb was quite fierce. He was seriously injured by Fan Ling's cold arrow. He kept spitting out blood from his mouth. However, he lost his weapon and frantically fought against his opponent's knife to cut off his arm.
Pain, the other arm tightly wrapped around the latter, and shouted with a ferocious face: "Bone blast!"
"Elder Han, retreat quickly!" Fan Ling's expression changed when he saw the black skull strongman whose face suddenly turned strangely purple, and he shouted hurriedly.
"Bang!"
Just as Fan Ling finished shouting, the spirit-fighting expert exploded. The powerful energy wave of the explosion lifted nearly half a foot of soil from the nearby ground. The blood-fighting spirit expert was also blown away.
It was ragged, the skin was torn and the flesh was torn, and the face was so pale that he almost died in one breath.
"Damn it!" Seeing that Elder Han had lost his life but had temporarily lost his fighting ability, Fan Ling cursed angrily, waved his hand and said coldly: "The Blood Guards obey the order and surround and kill Mohan!"
"Yes!" As Fan Ling's order fell, the remaining twenty-odd blood guards raised their long knives with wet blood in their hands again, and then, with the bloody aura all over their bodies, they surrounded and killed Mohan.
.
Encirclement and counter-encirclement were carried out cruelly in this open space!
There was a spirit-fighting expert restraining him from the front, and there were dozens of powerful blood guards around him for sneak attacks, and he had to be secretly careful of Fan Ling's cold arrows outside the field. Under such extreme distraction, Mohan was there.
After only holding on for a few minutes, Elder Luo forced him out of the way. Although he fought back desperately, causing Elder Luo to be seriously injured, he was completely beaten by the latter's fierce palm.
Passed out.
"Pooh..."
Holding his chest, Elder Luo took a few long breaths and spit out a mouthful of blood. He glanced at the only dozen blood guards left and the seriously injured Elder Han. He couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head. Unexpectedly, these black skeletons
The people in the tomb are so brave and not afraid of death. It's a tough battle...
Seeing that Mohan was finally unconscious, Fan Ling, who had been holding the bow string outside the court, breathed a sigh of relief. He threw away the bow and arrow in his hand, walked forward quickly, grabbed the long knife from a blood guard, and then filled it with tears.
He slashed at Mohan's neck with a ferocious face, killing him completely.
The tip of the knife gently picked up the Najie on Mohan's finger. Fan Ling hurriedly turned it over. After a while, a touch of unconcealable ecstasy appeared on his face. With a flick of his hand, a simple silver scroll appeared.
in hand.
"Haha, Thunderbolt Three Thousand has finally fallen into my hands. After I practice, what can even a strong King of Fighters do to me? Haha!" Holding the scroll tightly, Fan Ling couldn't help but laugh wildly in the sky.
Just as Fan Ling lost his temper and laughed wildly, a suction force suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the silver scroll flew out instantly, and was finally caught by a slender hand.
"Haha, thank you very much, Master Fan Ling, for your hard work, but it would be better for me to help you keep this thing."
On a tree trunk, a black robe appeared strangely, and on his palm, the silver earth-level fighting skill reflected a faint luster under the sunlight.