Chapter 128 Escape Day

"I'm sorry!" Yu Chiyan clenched her hands to try to calm herself down, but she did not dare to look directly at Wang Wujian's resentful eyes. She looked at the bloody wound on his shoulder, and Yue Mei trembled slightly.

Wang Wujian withdrew his machete and staggered down the mountain with wooden sticks in his hands. Yu Chi proved that he was stunned and moved to keep up.

"Don't follow me!" Wang Wujian looked ahead and shouted coldly. Although he didn't look back, he could feel Yu Chiyan's body trembling slightly, and a branch under his feet made a crisp cracking sound.

"The reason why we walk so slowly is that there are too many obstacles along the way. You are too dangerous alone..." Yu Chiyan murmured.

"Don't worry, I won't die!" Wang Wujian interrupted her words coldly, and then continued to walk down. He felt a little regretful, but he had to do so.

For the remnants of the overpass map, father and son become enmity. There are too many things that brothers turn against each other, and countless people will do whatever they can. And he is deeply involved in it at this moment, and there is no other way but to extricate himself.

He can't and doesn't want to involve others, especially those who care about him. He must not!

Yu Chiyan was stunned to see Wang Wujian's lonely and seriously injured figure gradually blurred in his sight. He did not look back, and he never knew Yu Chiyan's expression at this moment...

Wang Wujian walked carefully with a wooden stick, and had to pay attention to the movements around him. His almost paralyzed body made him unable to feel the pain of the wound, which brought him a lot of convenience. Although it was inconvenient to move, he did not need to grit his teeth in pain, but once he encountered an attack, his counterattack was bound to slow down or even As a result, he will be defeated and die.

However, what makes Wang Wujian strange is that there are not many monsters blocking as Yu Chiyan said all the way, but from time to time you can see the traces of fighting and the corpses of monsters.

"They must have cleared all the obstacles for me when they went up the mountain!" Wang Wujian laughed, but he inadvertently found a striking black cloth. Although the tender green grass was destroyed, the cloth scattered on it was particularly eye-catching, especially the palm-sized cloth was caught by the amputated limb of a monster.

The broken grass was still condensed with tender juice. A piece of black blood was soaked in the grass but did not cool and solidify. The battle obviously ended not long ago.

And the black cloth... Wang Wujian vaguely felt something...

The foot of the mountain is less than 200 meters. Wang Wujian was overjoyed. When he once had despair, he never expected to go down Mengjia Mountain so easily.

He looked up at the top of the mountain. The search team had almost reached the top of the mountain, with a happy smile on the corners of his face: "If you don't die, you will be blessed!"

A few strange screams suddenly sounded at the foot of the mountain. Wang Wujian was shocked. If he was attacked again, he would not care about the pain and quickly threw away the branches and pulled out the machete, and carefully looked for the origin of the sound, which was in the direction of the route taken by the arrogant team.

"Is it just a roadblock?" Wang Wujian said silently that he groped forward as if walking on thin ice, trying to condescendingly see the appearance of the monster before deciding whether to take this road.

The sound is getting closer and closer, and there seems to be a fight. Wang Wujian climbed on a small hill and looked down. What shocked him was that at the bottom of the hill was Yu Chiyan's exclusive white-faced beast.

White-faced beast, a low-level advanced monster, whose body is slightly larger than that of a tiger and leopard. The hair of the whole body is sharper than that of a pig's mane. The fangs burst in the shape of a diamond, and the four steel-like claws transform into dazzling red light, which is equivalent to a martial spirit in the realm of soul communication.

And Yu Chiyan's shoulder also seems to be injured. At this moment, she is wrapped in a white gauze and has oozed bright red blood.

Black clothes, white gauze, blood marks, layers of contrast, are eye-catching.

"The fragments on the claws of the left limbs just now turned out to be hers? ......”

Wang Wujian was in a state of mind and looked at the current battle. Yu Chiyan's soft shout made him wake up like a dream. Even if he was seriously injured and even it was inconvenient to walk, he could not persuade himself to lie down here and watch the play.

In a powerful place, weak comes out, and the fittest survives. This is the law that life in nature abides by. Even if low-level monsters have the same level of strength, they often lose to martial arts because of their low attack skills.

The cunning white-faced beast fought for a long time and chose to defend to consume the opponent's physical strength, but Yu Chiyan did not do as it intended. The red light covered on the long sword was even stronger, and there was a faint change.

Wang Wujian was amazed. Although he could not arouse any soul power after the World War last night, he could obviously feel that he had broken through the original realm, that is to say, he may have entered the realm of soul communication. At present, Guan Yu Chiyan seems to have entered the realm of soul communication.

"Why is she making such a rapid progress?" Wang Wujian suddenly had infinite self-blame and confusion. Thinking that a few months ago, there was not a little difference between her strength and her strength, and in such a short time, she made rapid progress. According to her rapid progress, it was only a matter of time to surpass Wang Wujian, and it would not be long.

"What's wrong with me? Am I not working hard enough?" Wang Wujian complained about himself. Whenever he saw that someone's strength gradually got closer to him, he would cut his heart like a knife. He had also thought about this problem countless times. There are undoubtedly three reasons for slow progress: poor qualifications, wrong methods, and not working hard enough.

Poor qualification? Wang Wujian shook his head. He has been called a "genius of martial arts" since he was a child. How can he be now with poor qualifications?

Incorrect method? Wang Wujian directly denied that the same teacher, the same textbook, and he also has the supreme secret skill of the Wang family - the help of Chuan Yunjian. Countless predecessors have followed this road. How can the cultivation method go wrong?

Not working hard enough? Wang Wujian couldn't help smiling bitterly. He asked himself, he was one of the hardest-working people among all the students. In order to achieve his goal, he did not distinguish between winter and hot weather and regardless of the wind and rain. If this is not serious enough, he really can't do anything about it!

"Why on earth is that..." Wang Wujian stood in the mountains and forests of the college and shouted countless times.

The crackling impact sounded one after another. Yu Chiyan accurately pierced its key point. A long sword danced wantonly, and the beam of light converged into a gorgeous and changeable pattern in the air.

Just when the two sides fell into a fierce battle, Wang Wujian hid at a high point that was easy to attack. Seeing the smoke-like, dreamlike figure gradually lost his strength. When the white-faced beast turned its back to him, Wang Wujian condensed the weak soul power in his body and sacrificed the machete, and then his mind immediately felt dizzy and dangerous. Some fainted to the ground.

The machete roared with a red light tail, right in the spine of the white-faced beast.

The white-faced beast looked up to the sky and screamed in horror. Yu Chiyan's shadow flashed and appeared on its side like a ghost. The sword waved, and the white-faced beast's body was separated.