Step on the pedal-

Step on the pedal-

The fine raindrops fell in the endless dense forest, and their rapid steps appeared and disappeared in the rain curtain, as well as the howls and shouts from the beasts from afar:

"Stop running, give you some fun."

Two figures walked through the endless forest, not knowing where they were or how far they had to go. They were all sweating like rain and panting like cows.

Gradually, the person running behind was a little unable to run and his speed began to slow down.

But the slowdown is not Wang Rui, who has a shallow cultivation, but Zuo Lingquan, who is almost at the end of his strength.

Zuo Lingquan has been practicing martial arts since childhood and is strong in his unparalleled explosive power, but no matter how good the explosive power is, he is still a physical body.

How far can an ordinary person run at full speed even if he escapes?

Under normal circumstances, the sprint at full speed was full of fierce people, and Zuo Lingquan ran nearly five miles.

Even if Wang Rui only has the third level of Qi refining, he still has a body of true qi as a support. As long as the true qi is not exhausted, the true qi in his body will feed back to his body. No matter how far he runs, he will never die of exhaustion. The same is true for the six cultivators chasing him behind him.

Manpower will eventually be exhausted, but heaven does not.

Zuo Lingquan didn't believe this sentence before, but now he found that it is indeed the case.

Whether you are unwilling to accept it or not, you can't get rid of the gradual loss of your body; if you want to suck up, your breath is getting shorter and shorter.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were still as sharp as a sword, but his blue face and drum-like heartbeat kept reminding him that it was time to stop and rest.

But I can't stop, I will die if I stop!

Wang Rui's breathing was also heavy, and he was running forward in search of a way out.

Since being rescued last time, in Wang Rui's heart, Zuo Lingquan has been much better than him, and he never thought that Zuo Lingquan would not be able to keep up.

But as he ran, Wang Rui also noticed that Zuo Lingquan was getting farther away until his footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Senior Brother Zuo?!"

Wang Rui quickly stopped and turned around and asked in the least voice.

Zuo Lingquan stood there, holding a long sword in his hand, and the rain slid down from the sword tip; his back was facing Wang Rui, and his body was filled with sweat.

Wang Rui was confused, so he looked behind cautiously and whispered:

"Senior Brother Zuo, run quickly, these people will chase after you soon."

Zuo Lingquan looked deep in the forest behind, adjusted his breathing with all his strength to suppress the tremor of his muscles, and his voice was calm:

"Running is death, not running is death. How can a swordsman run to death with his back to his enemy? You go first, I will fight out."

Wang Rui actually knew that running away would mean death.

Five of the six monks behind were at least at the eighth level of Qi refining. They crushed them without any suspense, regardless of whether they competed for endurance or combat power.

Now there is a little distance, just because several sage warlocks cannot run fast. The martial artist holding the shield is afraid that Zuo Lingquan will ambush and steal people, so he deliberately slows down and hangs together. There are two beasts tracking traces behind him, and no matter how far he runs, he can't get rid of it.

But if the division commanders come over, there will be at least a little vitality. What if the division commanders come here?

Qihuang Valley is a hundred miles away. In fact, it is better to expect a big monster to emerge from the mountain and scare away several wild cultivators.

But no matter how unrealistic it is, you always have some hope. If you go back, you will definitely die!

Wang Rui walked up to him quickly, trying to persuade Zuo Lingquan not to act irritably, but when he saw Zuo Lingquan's blue-purple expression, he understood why Zuo Lingquan stopped - if he ran again, he would have to run to death. Zuo Lingquan's only life was to go back and kill six opponents while he still had some strength.

Wang Rui opened his mouth, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"You go."

Zuo Lingquan took a deep breath and walked forward with a sword in his hand.

Wang Rui hesitated for a while, looked back at the depths of Changqing Mountain, then looked at Zuo Lingquan's back, and finally gritted his teeth, ran to him, and grabbed Zuo Lingquan:

"Senior brother, don't be so reckless. I have a way to be smart."

Zuo Lingquan stopped and looked at Wang Rui in a blink of an eye, with a trace of expectation in his eyes.

After all, the situation is no longer solved. If there is a glimmer of hope, who would be willing to go back to die?

Wang Rui wiped the rainwater from his face, looked left and right at the dense rainforest, and then pointed to the canopy of a big tree:

"Senior brother, you can ambush there. When I was a child, I had a great opportunity and learned a secret technique. I didn't dare to show it out in Qihuang Valley before. Now I don't need it anymore, just look at mine."

While speaking, Wang Rui took out the water bag from his waist and handed it to Zuo Lingquan:

"By the way, it takes human blood to cast the magic. Senior brother, please drop a few drops of blood here."

In desperate situations, no matter how unreliable the method is, it must be better than fighting for life.

Zuo Lingquan hesitated for a moment, but still believed Wang Rui. After taking the water bag and pouring the mouth, he cut his finger with a sword blade, dripping blood into it, and handing it to Wang Rui:

"Is it enough?"

"Enough, treat the wound and don't detect it in advance by tracking animals."

Wang Rui took the water bag and ran quickly to the back, while the beasts behind him were getting closer and closer.

Zuo Lingquan treated the wounds of his fingers, hid his tracks, and quietly came to the big tree in the distance, climbed up the big tree, and hid his figure among the canopy.

Soon, six figures in black cloaks showed their bodies under the canopy at the end of their vision and quickly walked towards this side.

Through the dense tree canopy, you can vaguely see the person holding a knife and shield walking in front, while the other five people walking behind, paying attention to the surrounding area, while two black panthers, all over the body, were following the traces in front.

Zuo Lingquan held his breath and condensed his energy, waiting for an opportunity among the tree crowns, and also paid attention to the direction of Wang Rui's disappearance, wanting to see what kind of thing Wang Rui was hiding and could turn the tables in such desperate situations.

Unfortunately, Zuo Lingquan waited for a long time but could not see anything earth-shaking. Instead, several wild cultivators in the distance became closer and closer, and finally walked to the place where the two had just stopped. The faint words came from the night rain:

"The footprints disappeared, and it seemed that they didn't run away..."

"It's incredible to run so far without true energy. I guess I'm hiding my whereabouts and slowly walking..."

"Be careful of ambushing, Zhao Ze, have you found any traces..."

"Wait a minute... the leopard smelled blood, and the two of them went southwest..."

"Chase."

...

Between the dense forest, six monks were wary of all directions, moving towards the southwest, gradually moving away.

Zuo Lingquan felt like he was struck by lightning!

He stared at the six people who were leaving, his breathing had stopped, but his eyes were trembling slightly without restraint.

...

"Practicing a schema requires human blood. Senior brother, how many drops of blood should be dropped in it..."

"After learning a secret technique...you can just look at mine..."

...

The words just now are still vivid in my mind, and now Zuo Lingquan sees them.

What kind of shit secret technique, the technique of seducing the enemy, just exchange your life for life!

He saved Wang Rui once, but he didn't expect that Wang Rui would return him in this way!

Zuo Lingquan held the hand of the sword hilt, his knuckles turned white, and the hilt of the sword wrapped in black rope seemed to be about to be crushed.

I was still desperate just now, but now a way out is just in front of me.

Reason told Zuo Lingquan that he should seize this opportunity.

Don’t speak out, don’t be reckless. If you have any intention to act, both of you will die in vain and waste other people’s efforts.

The enemy has gone far away. He only needs to wait for a while now, and then be careful to escape in the opposite direction, and then he will have the chance to escape from the heavens.

Zuo Lingquan is doing this, and it should be the same.

But he was unwilling to accept this!

He practiced swordsmanship early and late at the age of three. He has been practicing for fourteen years and has never slacked off for even one day.

What is he trying to squeeze his potential almost harshly, and almost stubbornly stab at one sword after another?

In order to be no weaker than others in this life.

In order to gain a foothold in this world where people can move mountains and seas, we will not be able to watch others die for you like now, but we can do nothing.

Because of this kind of thing, there will be the first time, and there will be the second time, and the third time.

After receiving this love today, you may have a situation that is more energetic in the future. Will you continue to live a life of silence?

The enemy this time is indeed powerful, so powerful that there is no chance, but when will the enemy not be strong?

People can only choose friends, not enemies. If they expect the enemy to be weaker than themselves every time, then what's the point of practicing this sword?

thunderbolt--

Lightning passes through the sky, and the rainforest turns into daylight.

Zuo Lingquan held the long sword that had been with him for more than ten years and stared at the direction where several wild cultivators were leaving.
To be continued...