Chapter 23 Ambush and Kill Cultivators 【Fifth Explosion】
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Zhao Yuan stood up, holding a bundle in one hand and a sharp dagger in the other, walked to the rock beside the ashes, and sat down with his back to the entrance of the cave.
What is he going to do?
Although Wan Ling'er had been cultivating since childhood, this was the first time he had experienced this kind of thing, and he was so nervous that his heart almost jumped into his throat.
At this moment, time passed extremely slowly.
Finally, there was a sound of footsteps outside and the sound of branches dragging on the snow.
"Fourth brother, you are here."
The person who came back was Sun Hailong. As soon as he walked into the cave entrance, he saw a dark figure stirring something next to the ashes. Sun Hailong himself had no experience in martial arts. In addition, it was snowing outside and the light was very good. After entering the cave, his eyes were blinded.
After getting used to it, I just saw a dark shadow moving and immediately thought that Ma Silong was back first.
"rabbit……"
Zhao Yuan stood up in the darkness, muttered something unclearly imitating Ma Silong's voice, raised the baggage in his hand and walked towards Sun Hailong.
"Fourth brother is so efficient...well..."
A cold light appeared like lightning and disappeared quickly. The dagger in Zhao Yuan's hand was inserted directly into Sun Hailong's throat. Sun Hailong opened his mouth wide and looked at Zhao Yuan in the darkness with a look of fear.
Life passes quickly.
Zhao Yuan's dagger was accurate and ruthless, hitting Sun Hailong's throat and trachea directly. The dagger did not reach the handle, piercing Sun Hailong's entire neck, revealing the bloody tip of the knife on the back of his neck.
Zhao Yuan's efforts to chop flies with a heavy iron ax of more than ten kilograms every day were not in vain. He developed extremely precise eyesight and hand strength. In an environment created with mental arithmetic, carelessness and deliberateness, Zhao Yuan hit the target with one hit without any sloppiness.
Wan Ling'er, who was hiding in the cave, saw Zhao Yuan killing someone without hesitation, and was so frightened that a chill ran down his spine, and his face looked horrified.
In fact, Wan Ling'er was not only scared, she was also extremely shocked. She never dreamed that Zhao Yuan would dare to attack a cultivator secretly, and that he was a cultivator who could fly with a sword.
If Wan Ling'er knew that Sun Hailong was the most talented young disciple of Huayun Sect in the past hundred years, he would be even more shocked.
After killing Sun Hailong, Zhao Yuan had no time to be happy, because Ma Silong could come back at any time.
Immediately, Zhao Yuan dragged Sun Hailong's body to Wan Ling'er, told Wan Ling'er not to make a sound, and then returned to the cave entrance to clean up the scene.
At this time, Wan Ling'er was about to collapse, because the corpse was right next to her, and in the dim light, she could even see the desperate expression on Sun Hailong's face.
Soon, Zhao Yuan packed up and repeated his old trick. He sat down beside the ashes and used the dagger in his hand to cut the branches that Sun Hailong had brought back.
Time passed slowly while waiting anxiously. Ma Silong, who was hunting, had not returned yet. Wan Ling'er, who was lying behind the rock, felt that his hands and feet were cold.
Zhao Yuan still sat leisurely beside the ashes, whittling firewood, but did not light it.
In the darkness, the atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating.
I don’t know how much time passed, but footsteps finally came from outside.
"Hai Long, the mountains are blocked by heavy snow. This rabbit is really hard-earned... Hey, why don't you light the bonfire?"
The unsuspecting Ma Silong walked into the cave with a rabbit in his hand.
"The flint fell..." Zhao Yuan answered vaguely, imitating Sun Hailong's voice.
"Oh, I have flint here."
Ma Silong walked towards Zhao Yuan, lowering his head to dig out flints from his body. In the darkness, Zhao Yuan was still tossing the firewood. The moment Ma Silong approached, Zhao Yuan sprung up like a spring, and the dagger in his hand
Like the ghost of hell, it draws a bright line in the darkness.
"Ah..." A scream broke through the silent night of Xiaoyang Mountain.
However, things did not develop as Zhao Yuan expected.
Ma Silong is not Sun Hailong. Ma Silong, who has rich experience, felt the extreme danger in the moment of life and death. With an instinctive will to survive, when the dagger pierced his heart, his body was hard.
Moving sideways.
The dagger made a huge transverse wound on Ma Silong's chest, and blood flowed profusely, but it was not fatal.
Ma Silong, who had escaped the disaster, did not hesitate and struck out towards Zhao Yuan with a palm. The surging spiritual energy knocked Zhao Yuan away and fell beside Wan Ling'er.
Zhao Yuan endured the pain and quickly got up to prepare for hand-to-hand combat.
An unexpected scene appeared.
After Ma Silong knocked Zhao Yuan away, he immediately turned around, covered the horrific wound on his chest, and ran wildly out of the cave. His figure staggered, and he was obviously seriously injured.
It has to be said that Ma Silong did have rich combat experience. At the first time, he did not chase into the cave with unknown environment. Instead, he decided to escape, and even ignored Sun Hailong, who did not know whether he was alive or dead.
Ma Silong's decisiveness bought him precious time to escape.
After running out of the cave, Ma Silong immediately raised his flying sword and flew unsteadily into the sky.
"Ling'er, unless he dies, we will all die, please help me!"
Zhao Yuan rushed to the cave frantically and rushed down the steep Xiaoyang Mountain.
Seeing Zhao Yuanshe rushing out to chase him without risking his life, Wan Ling'er, who was shocked by the bloody scene, suddenly woke up, realized the seriousness of the matter, and followed him out of the cave without fear.
In the blink of an eye, Ma Silong was already flying dozens of meters in the air, looking like he might fall down at any time, while Zhao Principle was running like crazy on the mountainside in the direction of Ma Silong's flight.
, completely reckless.
"Blessings from all gods..."
Wan Ling'er raised the flying sword in his hand, closed his eyes and muttered for a while, poured all the spiritual energy into his body, and with a sudden push, the black flying sword turned into a black shadow in the air and flew toward Ma Silong at lightning speed.
"ah……"
At this time, Ma Silong was seriously injured and had difficulty even controlling the flying sword. He was so focused on escaping that he never thought that there was a cultivator sneaking up on him in the dark. He was hit by the flying sword and fell out of the air.
It came down and rolled into the snow on the mountainside.
"My flying sword!"
When Wan Ling'er saw the Feijian stuck in Ma Silong's body and falling down the mountain, she immediately panicked. The Feijian was her treasure, and without the Feijian, she would never be able to survive in the future. Thinking of this, Wan Ling'er
My head was so hot that I actually rolled down the mountain. Of course, I couldn't rush because the mountain was too steep and I was in a free fall. I rolled down the mountain like a rock.
At the same time, dark clouds quickly gathered in the sky, and there was lightning and thunder.
Zhao Yuan had already arrived at the place where Ma Silong fell. Wan Ling'er's flying sword pierced the back of his heart, leaving him without any chance of survival.
Zhao Yuan, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, had not had time to pull out Wan Ling'er's flying sword. The screaming Wan Ling'er had already rolled down with a large amount of snow. The road was mighty and earth-shaking, stirring up snow foam all over the sky.
, as if a mountain collapsed and the earth cracked.
Thunder and lightning!
avalanche!
"not good!"
Zhao Yuan's face suddenly changed color. Before he had time to think or react, a giant mountain-like snow block made a thunderous sound and rushed toward the place where they were standing. It carried the cracked snow and rolled over, directly wrapping him up.
, rolling down Xiaoyang Mountain with a rumble...
Zhao Yuan's body rolled under tens of thousands of tons of snow. A few seconds later, with the roaring sound, Zhao Yuan felt a huge pressure coming from the top of his body, making his internal organs burst with pain.
, and then he fell into a coma.
"Zhao Yuan, Zhao Yuan, wake up." A sobbing voice pulled Zhao Yuan out of the cold hell.
"Where are we?"
In the darkness, Zhao Yuan felt like he was falling apart. He could not sit up at all. His whole body was soaked by the biting snow, and his limbs were cold.
"The snow hit the rock wall and opened a cave. We were pushed into the cave by the snow. Now, we are trapped... It's all my fault... It's all my fault... I don't
I should have jumped down... I also lost my flying sword..." Wan Ling'er cried.
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