Chapter 34 Someone on the Cross

Since the blood knife could not be cut, Su Yong simply put the knife into the sheath, summoned up the courage to take half a step forward, stretched out his hands and raised: "Come on."

With the huge ditch of hundreds of feet behind him, I'm afraid that the top martial artists such as the venerable can fly over. Since I can't fly, I can only fight back.

The huge fist of Xuejing smashed over like a big casserole, carrying the sound of wind and thunder, like sweeping out a huge storm in an instant. There was a huge shock wave visible to the naked eye in the air, buzzing.

Su Yong's feet were a little on the hard blue ice and snow ground, and his body flew up like fallen leaves. He could avoid the punch and sharpness of the huge punch, but he was still hit by the fist wind. He couldn't help but feel sweet, and blood has welled up in his throat.

His movements are also a little faster than Xue Jing, but Xue Jing is huge, his hands and feet are thick and long, and his attack range is much larger than him. In contrast, the advantage of that speed is almost negligible.

Floating on the boxing wind of Xue Jing, he forcibly resisted the churning in his chest, and his hands hit three palms in a blink of an eye, which swept out with the trajectory of three thunder strikes.

Xue Jing did not avoid the stormy three consecutive blows, or didn't care to hit him at all.

The first palm patted on the huge arm that had been smashed by the other party. Su Yong raised a few feet again with the help of his elastic body, which was already level with the upper body of Xue Jing.

The second palm turned into a fist, almost hitting the other party's chest with all his strength.

As for the third move, it can't be sent out.

The second punch was with all his strength and smashed hard on the body that was stronger than gold and steel, and there was a dull loud sound - "Peng"!

His body was also shaken out. The third move is just a weak draw, and this unfinished posture hits the air.

With Su Yong's strength at this moment, under the full blow, even a pile of huge rocks may have been shot into dust. But there was only a muffled sound from Xuejing's body, and there were several small cracks on the surface, as if it had broken a little skin, which did not cause much harm.

And Su Yong's full blow was ineffective, and his body suffered a huge counterattack, and the mouthful of blood in his heart could no longer be controlled.

A mouthful of blood was sprayed on the huge dark blue translucent body, and his man had turned out feebly.

Although the snow essence was not severely damaged, the ice crystals on the surface were also very angry. In the roar, the other fist with a louder roar, violently hit his already exhausted body.

The furious snow spirit is like the irritable Thor. This punch was like thunder, and even the permeated snow crystal particles in the air were shaken into powder by the shock waves.

Su Yong couldn't hide in the air at all. The figure that had fallen slowly was blown by the storm and flew up again, like a pebble thrown by the other party to the edge of the ice and snow ground.

The black armor in black on his body was smashed by the boxing wind of snow spirit at the moment before he fell, and the shoulder helmet roared and shattered in his ear, like two tattered wings.

He once again spit out a mouthful of blood in this huge wave of tens of meters, and then slid off the ice and snow like a broken kite and rotated down into a deep ditch.

Fortunately, when he was hit hard, his body was in the air and did not stand on the ground. Although the irresistible force hit him, most of the force was removed when gliding in the air, allowing him to retain a little consciousness in the falling ditch.

But this consciousness made him more painful.

The pain on his body constantly tormented his nerves, and the pain in every part of his body doubled and rushed to his mind, making him a little confused. The ice crystals and snow dust that kept flashing in front of me gradually turned into pictures.

Standing on the giant city, the feathers and arrows were all over the sky. In the fire, 50,000 wild geese and Mongolian army were extinguished. The fresh clothes and angry horses were defeated by him three times. Finally, he smiled at him. The blood of the short Japanese country washed the long street, Zhao Ning'er and Zhao Yaer's sister's flower-like face, as well as the shelling the red earth, and the cold and gorgeous sea god sister in the mausoleum. Sister, Princess Loulan, who strongly calls you not to come back and I won't go back...

The past is vivid in my mind. Am I going to die? At that moment, he was a little confused, but he also had a difficult sense of relief.

In this world, I'm going to leave after all. Who else will remember me in the future? What should those who are waiting for me do?

There was a roaring wind in his ear. The snow dust hit his body like countless steel needles, piercing his armor and scraping his skin, which also made his already weak and extremely tired body sober.

But he knew that he had no way to save himself.

The position where he fell was too far from the edge of the ice and snow ground. Even if he could draw the bleeding knife, he could not insert the rock wall to hang the body that stopped falling rapidly.

But his eyes, which tried to narrow, still found a gray dot below.

I don't know how deep there is a dot in the huge ditch? There was a thrill in his head, and his spirit suddenly recovered a little.

This time he stared and finally saw clearly that the gray spot was the broken bridge that fell. The sharp other end of the broken bridge has been inserted into the ground. The hundreds of meters high bridge is like a huge icicle, which is thick and thin, is pulled up from the deep ditch.

The stiff body has begun to move its hands and feet hard. With the help of the snow dust and strong wind from time to time, he finally made his body close to the top of the icicle with extremely difficult.

When his body hit the concave icicle section, he felt that the bones of his whole body were about to fall off, and his weak body was about to break the nerves.

However, before he could rest a little on the icicle, he found that the icicles under him began to crack. At the beginning, the crack was only the thickness of the fingers, and it soon became the thickness of the arm.

The icicle will soon be torn apart and broken down.

When I'm unlucky, I even chop when I drink water. He sighed.

The icicle had been strongly shocked when it fell, and the cylinder had begun to break up. Although he is not heavy, this gradually broken icicle can't stand a little external force. Just a little gravity falls, which is enough to accelerate its crushing.

But his body did not sink with the icicles, but was washed up by the surging snow dust. Because the icicle fragmentation itself also has anti-shock force, the large pieces of ice falling in the lower half have caused the snow dust deposited below to rise, and this upward impact force is not small.

Just as he lamented why I had to suffer so much before I died, he felt that his slightly rising body seemed to be pulled by some other force and moved slightly to the other side.

At this time, due to the rise of snow and dust, the roaring wind also stopped, and he could not move his body.

It's strange. He used his already weak hands to follow the difficult stroke of the snow dust below, and his body moved a little horizontally again, like swimming, and continued to float to the other side of the black ridge.

The buoyancy of the snow dust is not small. Although he still keeps sinking, the speed of falling is not fast.

He took a deep breath of cold air, tried to use his last bit of strength, stroked again with difficulty, and moved his body forward one meter again.

At this time, the snow dust had begun to fall slowly. The wind just blew over and pushed his open body forward again.

If you stand high at this time, you will know that he is now in the middle of the giant ditch, just the same distance as the black ridge and the ice and snow ground here.

Xue Jing's angry punch undoubtedly hit him far away. But it also made him closer to the other side.

Just as he swam more than ten meters with difficulty and was no longer able to move. When he was about to close his eyes and wait to fall to death, a suction suddenly came from the black ridge and pulled his body forward again.

The suction was getting bigger and bigger, and his body was moving faster and faster. Before long, he completely stopped the downward trend and rushed straight to the ridge in parallel.

"Peng!" With a sound, his body hit the dark ridge fiercely, as if it had stuck to it, but it would not fall down.

This smash almost smashed his gums down.

A stream of blood spewing from the corners of Su Yong's mouth instantly turned into a red ice crystal, which was extremely horrible. If he hadn't been weak, he might have spit out his internal organs.

His remaining consciousness tried to control his eyes and looked at the black rock under him. After a long time, he cursed secretly.

"Damn."

It turned out that this tall lacquered black ridge was full of magnets. If he hadn't taken off the snow leopard skin and exposed the black armor with a lot of iron pieces underneath, he might not have been sucked by this magnetic mountain.

But this is not a good thing. If it hadn't happened to be punched so far by Xue Jing, it hadn't been the ice bridge that had broken and fallen before had been supported for a moment, it hadn't been with the help of the surging snow dust and wind, and it hadn't been my last-minute efforts... How could it be close to being sucked by the Magnetic Mountain?

This was a desperate situation that he couldn't fly in his heyday, and he didn't mean to let him cross it. He should really be lucky.

Magnets have a therapeutic effect. Although it still feels extremely cold and the power in the body cannot be used, the magnetic force has slowly stimulated the iron-containing blood in his body to prevent him from freezing to death.

After a long time, he has taken a breath and can perform some simple movements.

On the dark steep cliff, he slowly opened his body and formed a large shape, hanging like a bat on the rock wall, and began to close his eyes and breathe.

The already tattered black armor is clinging to the magnetic mountain, making him like someone nailed to the cross.

A puff of fog exhaled and turned into countless snow dust, but his strength also recovered little by little, and his mind began to become clearer little by little...

After a long time, he stretched out his trembling hand, fished a handful of snow dust in the air, and swallowed it. The burden is gone, the food is gone, and the clothes are almost rotten. He is almost like a savage, even more pitiful than a savage.

Fortunately, the blood knife is still there.

He sighed with relief and began to climb up the dark ridge.

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