Chapter 23 Borrowing the Sword

The two looked at each other, turned around almost at the same time, and stumbled up the circular hillside.

The circular slope here is not high, only five or six meters, slightly higher than this grassland, but it divides this place into countless circular areas, walking on the hillside, just like walking on the slightly larger Qianmo foundation of the rice field.

For the two injured warriors, standing higher has a weak geographical advantage. But on the other hand, standing high is also easier to find something, and it is difficult to escape.

But they found a strange phenomenon. Although these terrible soul fighters have amazing martial arts skills and power, they don't move very fast.

At the beginning of their hiding in the stone, ordinary warriors could fly over, but the terrible soul fighter could only come step by step. Even before, when they heard the heavy footsteps, they walked for a while before they came to the bodies of the blood crows.

Why don't they fly by? Su Yong and Zi Yi asked in their hearts at the same time.

Don't they know the most basic upright?

It turned out that although the soul fighter had a terrible internal force cultivation, because he had destroyed his body, he attached great importance to such a non-solid body left on his body. And this shell made up of the original wreckage, they were easily unwilling to take risks.

To put it bluntly, in fact, the body with black smoke is just piles of ashes.

So Su Yong's knife flew by, and the unlucky soul fighter suddenly turned into a piece of broken powder, which was the reason.

No matter how high their original attainments are, after all, their bodies are no longer flesh and blood, but built on fragile trunks, so they are always worse than even the old real immortals.

At this moment, although Su Yong and Su Yong stumbled on the hillside, they were still a little faster than the fierce soul fighters. But when they walked to the high of the hillside and looked around, they couldn't help but take a breath.

It turns out that this seemingly boundless field is surrounded by black smoke everywhere at this moment, and I don't know how many soul fighters have stood up.

There may have been tens of millions of soul fighters here, but they have been awakened by their fierce fight just now. At this moment, the two of them were walking high, and they were locked by the soul fighters in all directions, and slowly forced them in all directions.

Although they did not move fast, they were getting more and more dense, and the heavy steps made the whole earth tremble. The pink dandelion flowers floated more in the air, just like a light snow. The grass under the ground was a little pitiful, and it fell unwillingly under the heavy pace, making a faint "squeak" protest sound.

Su Yong and the two of them stood high. No matter which side they walked to, the soul fighters in the four directions were getting closer and closer. Because they are like standing at the top of the pyramid, and there is no way out. On the slope below, there are countless soul fighters surrounded by black smoke.

Even if they are in a good state at this moment, they can't fly over the dense bodies in all directions with their physical skills, not to mention that at this moment, both of them have three or four points of strength that have finally recovered.

On the hillside where they are, seven or eight soul fighters have come on the road ahead, and the rear is surrounded by a large pile of heads.

Su Yongshi saw that there was no way out. He sat down on the hillside with a wry smile. His thoughts came out, and the blood knife came out of its sheath. He let out a roar like a rattlesnake in the air and flew towards the nearest soul fighter.

The soul fighter was obviously very confident in his strength. With a wave of his dark wrist, he hit the purple light with a seemingly clumsy but powerful punch.

However, Su Yong used a cleverness at this moment.

The blood knife suddenly twisted as it approached, and suddenly accelerated after avoiding the fist at the front end. It cut into the right foot of the soul fighter with a click. At this moment, the power of the blood knife fluctuated and suddenly shook off the fragments.

The soul fighter's right foot was hit by the purple light, and the whole thigh was smashed. The soul fighter's body also shook and knelt on one knee. Two big white eyes were looking at the bone fragments on the ground in horror.

The blood knife hit and did not continue to attack. It roared back again and fell gently into Su Yong's hand like a willow leaf.

Su Yong has mastered the concept of the limit at this moment, and has more experience for the remote control of the blood knife. But he knew well the horror of these soul fighters. He just tried a little and didn't dare to use too much.

At this moment, he only has three or four points of strength, and with purple clothes, he doesn't know if he can face a soul fighter. And the yellow crystal tooth he put under his chest is cold at this moment.

He never understood how this tooth could stimulate his limits, but he knew that in addition to Huang Jing's teeth, the painful and unwilling despair in his heart at that time also played a great role.

At this moment, he is also desperate and helpless, but Huang Jingya doesn't seem to be willing to talk to him anymore. He gently stretched his left hand to his abdomen and gently pinched the sharp crystal through one.

The soul fighters swarming on all sides are like ants. The nearest one is only five meters away from them, and it has reached a critical moment.

"We can only be buried here." Su Yong smiled helplessly and sadly, and his left hand reached out and took the little hand in purple.

At this moment, the blood knife roared out again, scaring the nearest soul fighter two steps away.

Su Yong did not strike with all his strength and took the soul fighter as the last mate, because it was meaningless.

One more death and one less death can't change one's fate. And he knew that even if he was stimulated to the limit again and made an extremely sharp blow, it was just a final sound, just a gorgeous spark before death.

There is no way to imagine the thousands of soul fighters around.

"I heard in the morning that it's time to die in the evening." He looked at the white clouds in the blue sky and sighed.

I just understood the last formula. I didn't expect to follow the swordsmith in a blink of an eye, and I don't know if I can meet the soul. He couldn't help laughing at himself.

In the corner of his eyes, a small white cloud came slowly, and I don't know if it was the soul of the swordsmith who still did not rest assured of him.

However, the next moment, at the last moment when countless soul fighters surged, Su Yong's indifferent eyes suddenly widened.

The blood knife circled for a week with a harsh sound of cutting glass in his mind, and finally won a precious second for him.

Su Yong suddenly grabbed the jade wrist of the dying purple dress in this second.

"Jump."

They don't jump down, because there are countless soul fighters below.

They bounced up into the air.

But in addition to a few lines of white clouds in the air, there are not many flying dandelion petals. Who can save them?

The purple clothes were puzzled, but as soon as he drank, he still skimmed up with him hand in hand.

As spiritual warriors, their light bodies can undoubtedly jump extremely high. At this moment, the two of them flew dozens of meters with all their strength, just avoiding countless fists and claws in all four.

The fist below was already bombarded into a ball, and there was a crisp sound of bone cracking.

And Su Yong and Ziyi actually flew a few meters out of the smoky white cloud with a little strength. Then they stepped on the dandelion flowers like goose down again and rushed out three meters.

But at this moment, there is nothing to rely on beside them, and there is a black head under their feet, like Senluo Purgatory.

Waiting for them to fall down and dismember in groups.

"Hip." Su Yong shouted as the two began to fall.

The two people held their palms in the air, and their bodies flew obliquely again, but at this time, the two had separated and drifted to both ends.

"It's not even good to die together now." A trace of sadness flashed in Ziyi's heart, and he didn't understand what he was thinking.

And just as they rose again and were about to fall down, Su Yong finally waited for the time when the blood knife got out of trouble.

The sharp blood knife circled for a week under the control of his mind. Although it broke seven or eight bones, it was also affected by the huge forces in it, and it was almost impossible to escape from the whirlpool of power.

At this moment, Su Yongyaguan bit fiercely, and his white lips burst out a few blood beads again. His eyes were shining brightly. Under the shock of the blood knife, he flew out from the bottom of the black smoke and rushed to him.

Su Yong's falling body stepped hard on the blood knife, as if he had stepped on a skateboard. His body slid away quickly in the air and picked up the body in purple over countless black heads.

The two had a meal in the air.

The corners of Su Yong's eyes cracked, and the blood flowed down his cheeks. The blood knife shook again in his last thought, and he slid out seven or eight meters again.

When the blood knife was carrying their extremely unstable slide, Ziyi asked in surprise, "What kind of trick is this?"

Su Yong's eyes and mouth were bleeding, but he replied with a difficult smile, "I don't know, but I think since I can control the weapon with my mind, this weapon should have more functions in addition to killing people."

Is this the legendary fairy sword flying? He really doesn't know.

Su Yong's remaining strength was quickly used up, and at this time, the blood knife loaded them. After a stumbling in the air, it was only dozens of meters away from the edge of the dense human head below.

"Over there." Su Yong pointed to a row of groves in front of the Lost Heights and gasped, "Give me your strength."

Borrowing strength is very simple for spiritual warriors. Ziyi pulled up his palms with both hands, and all the remaining internal forces had been transported.

There is not much power, because the purple clothes have reached the end of the crossbow in the air. It slowly flowed through Su Yong's arm, with a little trembling ripples of skin and flesh.

The power passed behind Su Yong's body and came between his eyebrows, making his eyes flash again.

The speed of the blood knife gliding suddenly accelerated, and the two people roared in the air. After pulling out a purple and white light and shadow at the end, it fell into the woods with a bang.

Not far away, those terrible soul fighters chased after them with indomitable heavy steps.

Both of them fell into the forest and no longer had any strength. It's amazing to hear the stormy sound outside.

"This grove can't hide. They will soon be able to surround it." Su Yong struggled to hold the tree trunk and stood up. He reached out and handed it to Ziyi: "Let's go."

When the roaring footsteps walked into the forest, Su Yong and Ziyi dragged a blood knife and fell to the ground feebly.

"I still can't run away." The purple clothes have a relieved smile.

Su Yong shook his head with a wry smile, but in the middle of shaking his head, he suddenly felt a yellow flash.

He turned his head hesitantly.

"Oh, there is a yellow tree over there."

The yellow branches and leaves are like carved from topaz, shining with psychedelic light.

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