There are low hills in the southeast, densely covered with shrubs and thorns. He Qizhou only went to the places with the densest vegetation! After running for more than two miles, he finally got out of the thorn bushes. He was worried about being inspected when he entered Qingcheng.
He Qizhou did not wear inner armor, and even the frost-defying sword was left in the mill. At this time, it had been scratched all over by the thorns, and many strips of cloth and blood stains were left on the passing thorns.
There were three forks ahead. He Qizhou walked more than ten steps along the southernmost fork, and then quickly stepped back while quickly wiping away the bleeding wounds, and then hung a root from a small tree next to the middle fork.
Cloth strips, then retreated directly into the thorn bush, bent down, and tried to calm down the violent breathing. The hiding place was only more than ten feet away from the thorn bush that he had just rushed out of.
When Helian Qingfeng fell on the water, He Qizhou had already rushed into the valley and was about two hundred feet away. When Helian Qingfeng approached a hundred feet away, He Qizhou rushed into the thorns and disappeared instantly! The initial tracking was not smooth because He Qizhou was not there.
I had to stop and change directions, but it became much easier later on because I could always find strips of cloth and blood stains!
Helian Qingfeng flew directly over the thorns, leaning down to check the traces left by He Qizhou while chasing him. Just when he felt that he was about to catch up, three forks appeared outside the thorns. Helian Qingfeng subconsciously dripped
He chased the fork of blood for more than ten feet, then disappeared and retreated again. This time he carefully scanned the surroundings. He Qizhou was hiding in the dark. He knew that the other party could not see him, but he still seemed to feel that the other party's eyes were on him.
There seemed to be a pause when he looked at himself.
Helian Qingfeng and Helian Changji are somewhat similar to himself. No wonder he felt that this person looked familiar that day. He Qizhou was almost certain that he was really the son of He Qingshan and Helian Mingyue!
After Helian Qingfeng looked around, he stopped at the piece of cloth on the road in the middle fork. He seemed to smile contemptuously, and then ducked into the north fork.
When He Qizhou saw this, he immediately rushed towards the fork in the road dripping with blood. This time he really started to run for the road. He saw many forks along the way. Anyway, he only chose the southeast direction. The mountain was getting lower all the way, and he didn't know how to run away.
After several miles, when it was getting dark, I finally ran out of the mountains. In front of me was a large open grassland. A few miles away, there was a dense forest of poplar trees. He Qizhou did not dare to stay in the mountains, and did not bother to breathe, so he decided to run into that place first.
Let’s talk about the dense forest!
After running for less than half a mile, He Qizhou heard a sound coming from the east. He Qizhou secretly exclaimed that something was not right. He turned around and saw an old man with white hair chasing him from the foot of the mountain. He was less than a hundred feet away from where he rushed out.
Apparently that person was already guarding there. When he saw someone running out of the mountain, he chased after him.
He Qizhou's walk out of the mountain was not a straight line, but a detour from the mountain, and the old man purposely chose to stay here. He just climbed over a few hills to get there, waiting for work, and with his advanced cultivation, he quickly
Then he caught up with He Qizhou, who was already a little weak.
The place was empty. He Qizhou knew that he could no longer get rid of the opponent. He simply stopped, quickly adjusted his breath, turned around and stared at the opponent while tearing off two pieces of cloth, wrapping them around the palms of his hands, and then took out the dagger from his boot, preparing to fight to the death.
Bo. The man coming towards me was the old man who had lifted himself up in the inner garden of the wooden hall and then tortured him about his skills.
Seeing that He Qizhou had stopped, the old man also slowed down and breathed evenly, obviously not wanting to give He Qizhou any chance. When he was ten feet away, he slowly walked over and said in a hateful voice: "I didn't expect that I really left behind evil seeds.
!Boy, don’t say I won’t give you a chance, I can give you two options.”
"Which two?" After running for a long time, He Qizhou felt smoke still rising from his throat.
"Go ahead and tell him the correct technique; the other option is to commit suicide immediately! Otherwise, he will not be captured alive by grandpa and suffer all kinds of torture."
"Who do you think will save you from being captured alive?" He Qizhou asked.
"grandfather!"
"Hey, good grandson." He Qizhou responded quickly.
"Looking for death!" The old man rushed forward, jumped up high, his claws were like hooks, and pounced on He Qizhou, who was still breathing.
As soon as He Qizhou saw the opponent's move, he had already thought of a countermeasure. With his current skills, he was no match for him. Therefore, instead of giving in, he quickly rushed forward. He ignored the defense of his chest and just held the knife in both hands.
The old man's belly was stabbed, and the brute force of his whole body plus the six-meridian skill that was close to its peak was enough to pierce the body-protecting Qi of any Yongquan realm master!
The old man knew that Nan Qi had a powerful martial arts champion and used the Qijue Sword to force Shen Tinggu back at Yuguan, but he still didn't expect that the opponent's skills were so pure, and he didn't expect that the guy would start fighting for his life with the first move!
He tried to fight off the slight injury to his abdomen and destroyed the opponent's collarbone with one move, but when he got closer and saw the shining black dagger, he couldn't help but break into a sweat. He hurriedly changed his claws to palms and pushed out a palm wind with force.
After repelling the opponent's stab, he quickly swept back a foot and screamed: "Great, the 'Frost Blade' has also appeared!"
After He Qizhou broke through the opponent's palm, he felt like a heavy blow in his chest. He did not dare to pursue him closely. He just stared at the opponent closely and remained unchanged in response to all changes. He thought of Sikong Lang and Helian Juejian again.
When he saw the dagger, he said: "Grandpa has a frost blade, grandson, why don't you get out of here!"
"Hmph! Are you really going to be afraid of you? Bastard, let's see how many punches you can take?" The old man stepped forward and suddenly punched in the air when he was about six feet away from He Qizhou. The punch was stronger than the previous palm wind.
Less than.
He Qizhou's original intention was to fight in close quarters, to injure the opponent severely even though he was seriously injured, so as to find a chance for him to escape, but now there is no chance of getting close at all, and every punch of the opponent is a real attack, which is completely
He wanted to rely on his much higher internal strength to crush him, but what was even worse was that it was the first time he had seen that tricky boxing technique. He Qizhou, who still wanted to fight hand-to-hand, only had a dozen or so moves from high to low.
The ribs and abdomen were injured by the opponent's fists one after another, and several sharp qi rushed to all parts of the body!
"No, we can't fight like this!" He Qizhou knew that he couldn't break through the opponent's punch, so he immediately changed his fighting style and relied on constantly retreating and dodging to neutralize the opponent's punch. If he couldn't avoid it, he even rolled on the ground. In short, he tried not to
Fight head-on with the opponent.
"Huh! What's the use of this?" The old man's steps were like flying, and his punches were like rain. He seemed to have endless energy, not giving He Qizhou a chance to breathe. But he was even more surprised in his heart at He Qizhou's physique. He was obviously already exhausted.
He was hit by more than a dozen punches, but none of them seemed to be injured. Fortunately, the opponent didn't have the strength to fight back. It was just a matter of time before he defeated the bastard. Just as the old man was thinking about how to hit more accurately and harder.
He Qizhou, who had been showing weakness, turned over and suddenly used a sword move - Earth Splitting! Although the power of a dagger was much less than that of a long sword, it was still better than a palm sword. The sword energy gradually increased as He Qizhou stood up.
Get stronger and raid the bottom of the old game!
The old man's brows tightened, and he shouted softly. While taking two steps back, he exerted force suddenly and used his fist to hit He Qizhou's sudden sword. The sword energy disappeared immediately, and the fist sword suddenly struck downward.
However, a large hole more than half a foot deep was created on the ground, and many green and yellow withered grasses were knocked away by their roots.
"You're still a bit young!" The old man was reassured that the power of the opponent's Qijue Sword was not enough to hurt him. As he said this, he rushed forward again, punching faster and faster, laying down a dense fist woven around He Qizhou.
net!
After dozens of more moves, He Qizhou secretly complained. He was getting hit more and more. The strength of the fists roaming in his body made it increasingly difficult for him to control the flow of Qi. His head began to feel dizzy, as if he was in danger of falling down at any time, especially
After just two consecutive moves of the Qijue Sword, a large amount of energy was consumed in exchange for a short respite. The old man avoided his own sharp edge and attacked again in the blink of an eye.
The old man actually started to beat the drum in his heart. At first, he could solve the problem with only two or three moves. But when he saw that the opponent was holding the "Frost Blade" and fighting for his life, he did not hesitate to use up more internal energy and prepared to use more than a dozen moves. Unexpectedly, there were more than a hundred moves.
After the attack, he still couldn't do anything to the opponent, and even had to take a few steps back in order to neutralize the opponent's Qijue Sword. At this time, he heard footsteps coming from behind in the distance, so he shouted loudly while fighting: "He Qizhou is here, hurry up.
Come……"
"I saw it! Old hall master, stop shouting, I'll be here right away!"
The voice came from the south foot of Daqing Mountain, less than a hundred steps away. The old man was overjoyed and said: "It's just the right time. The scoundrel wants to fight hard, so let's cripple him together first!"
"Damn you, mother!" He Qizhou spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled sideways towards the old man's feet, trying to get close to the ground and slip through the gap between the two punches, risking being kicked to death and seriously injuring one of his legs.
The old man didn't dare to fight desperately just now, but now that help has arrived, he is even more cautious. He takes three steps back and without looking back, he says arrogantly to the person who is approaching quickly behind him, "Why are you so slow? Wuji,
That little bastard was beaten to death by me, so you continue to beat him hard! I will give you this opportunity to make a meritorious deed!"
"Okay! Beat the bastard hard!" The person who came was none other than Mu Tangtangzhu Yan Wuji, who had been looking for him all the way along the southern slope. When he was about to approach the old man, he punched out his fists fiercely. One punch was aimed at the old man's back, and the other was aimed at the old man.
waist.
The old man's attention was completely focused on He Qizhou, who was trying to fight. He never thought that the people behind him would launch a sneak attack. He was immediately knocked to the ground. With the sound of bones breaking, the old man slid more than ten feet away from the grass.
Then it stopped.
"Yan Wuji, are you crazy?" The old man was lying on the ground like mud, vomiting blood constantly, his twisted face full of hatred.
"I have tolerated you for a long time. No one can harm the princess's flesh and blood!" Yan Wuji walked up to the old man, stepped on the other man's head and neck, and then carried the dying old man into the forest while excitedly saying to He Qizhou
: "Your Highness, can you still leave? The Yulin Guards will patrol here soon. Let's go into the forest to talk."