"Whoosh whoosh..." Siyu had just hid himself when a burst of sound broke through the air above his head. Without even looking, he knew that it must be another search team. These days, there are search teams of more than ten people in a small formation.
Siyu has seen many times, and every time Siyu adopts a hiding strategy. However, rabbits bite people when they are anxious. These people search in waves, leaving Siyu in a state of extreme tension every day. Gradually, the rabbits bite people.
Yes, Siyu can no longer stand this kind of hiding and fearful days.
After getting out of the crack in the stone, looking at the search team walking away on the horizon, a glimmer of light gradually appeared in Siyu's eyes.
"If you want to catch me, I will pay you some price."
The body tilted forward slightly, Siyu exerted force on his calves, his toes touched the stone surface, and his body turned into a sharp arrow and rushed out. Siyu's destination was a stone wall a hundred feet high. The surface of this stone wall was uneven, and its surface was uneven.
It is covered with branches and leaves, acting as a natural shield.
At this moment, Siyu was huddled in a small hole on the stone wall. The small hole was actually a small groove eroded by the wind, just big enough to hide a person. The hole was more than fifty meters above the ground.
There is also a plant blocking the view. Siyu believes that as long as he restrains his aura, no one will discover him. But Siyu's real purpose is not to hide, but to ambush. After these few days of observation, Siyu found that almost no one will find him.
Most of the enemies will fly around the stone wall when passing through this area. What Siyu has to do is to wait for the lone enemies, and then launch an attack unexpectedly when they pass in front of him. For those who pretend to be pigs and eat
Siyu has always been very confident in the tiger's activities.
I have to say that Siyu was very lucky. As soon as he hid himself, a lone enemy flew over not far away. Looking at the ordinary flying sword at his feet, a beautiful smile appeared at the corner of Siyu's mouth.
smile.
Qingyang has been really unlucky these days. Not long ago, he discovered a low-grade spar in a pile of ore northwest of the imperial city. This made him excited for a long time. On a planet like Aura, a piece of crystal was discovered.
The chance of getting a low-grade crystal was not high. After getting this low-grade crystal, Qingyang's cultivation that had been stagnant for many years quickly passed a bottleneck and reached the late Nascent Soul stage. However, he never expected that he would get the crystal.
The news spread to other people's ears so quickly. In the end, in a battle, his low-grade crystal stone was taken away by a few people who wanted to join forces. Not only that, that battle also destroyed his only low-grade crystal.
The spiritual weapon was something he had to go through a lot of trouble to hire a weapon refiner to help him refine.
Now, poor Qingyang can only hold an ordinary long sword of treasure level, which has made his companions laugh at him more than once. What is even more unfortunate is that the "evil garden" happens to be at the critical moment when he is about to break through the Nascent Soul stage.
, assigned him such a damn mission. In Qingyang's heart, he had already greeted the fugitive named Siyu up and down.
There were originally twelve people in the search team with Qingyang, but they thought Qingyang was too slow, so they abandoned him one after another. Qingyang didn't care anyway, he had no hope that he could catch the fugitive. These days
He was chasing, not to mention a single person, not even a wild beast. He didn't see a single one.
Qingyang, who was extremely depressed, was flying boringly. He raised his head and saw a stone wall in front of him. Without thinking, Qingyang accelerated and flew towards that direction.
As he flew over the stone wall, Qingyang suddenly felt that the air had become colder, and a sense of vigilance ignited from the bottom of his heart. Suddenly, the grass beside him moved slightly, and a blue sword with a cold light suddenly shot towards him. Qingyang
Yang was startled. At such a close distance and at such a fast speed, the flying sword hit his face in an instant. Qingyang hated his poor alertness and failed to sense the danger in time. But he regretted that it was too late.
The blue sword with a cold handle flew towards the door, and the cold breath spread from the blade to his nose. Qingyang could smell death.
With a roar, Qingyang was triggered by the breath of death to unleash all the potential in his body. The moment the sneak attack flying sword was about to hit him, Qingyang's body suddenly knitted together irregularly, and his sternum was suddenly exerted force.
Unable to withstand the pressure, it broke apart, causing Qingyang to spit out several liters of blood. The blue flying sword narrowly missed his shoulder and flew out. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the grass beside him again
It started to move.
What caught his eye was a very familiar handsome face. For a moment, Qingyang's brain suddenly short-circuited and he even forgot to guard against it. The familiar face slowly enlarged in his pupils, and the smile became a moment he would never forget.
A black shadow passed through the man's hand, Qingyang felt a chill on his neck, and hot blood spurted out from the neat incision in an instant.
Qingyang looked at the man who took his life with incredible eyes, and shouted vaguely at the corner of his mouth: "You are... Si..."
The flying sword lost the control of its master, lost its luster in an instant, and fell to the ground with Qingyang. In Qingyang's eyes that were not yet dead, he saw the man flying down with him.
He held a pitch-black dagger in his white hand, and it was the dagger that took away his life. The dagger suddenly stabbed toward his abdomen with a death arc, and the sharp dagger easily inserted into his abdomen.
The abdomen was picked lightly in the inner palace, and the next second his Nascent Soul was already in the opponent's hand. Qingyang looked at all this, and his brown pupils gradually lost their luster.
A flash of blue quickly flew from the sky, dragging the man firmly and stopping his descent. Siyu held the Yuanying in his hand, and the soul inside had been destroyed by himself. He wiped the Yuanying.
Bloodshot, Siyu raised his head and swallowed it. There was no expression on his fair face, and a cold voice echoed in the air: "The first prey, the middle stage of Nascent Soul."
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Thirteen days, a full thirteen days of killing. Siyu is like a cunning hunter, wandering in dark corners, hunting unwary enemies. Often such well-prepared assassinations are fatal in one blow, and those who are attacked
The victim couldn't even utter a scream. Siyu's attacks were very measured. He usually cut the opponent's neck artery first to make them unable to make a sound, and then pierced their Dantian as quickly as possible.
, singled out their Nascent Soul. A whole set of moves had been performed by him to such perfection that even a master in the distracted stage would never be able to perform three moves under Siyu's assassination.
Of course, with high risks, there must be high returns. Siyu already has a lot of Nascent Souls in his purse. Siyu did not eat them all. The Nascent Souls left in his purse were all prepared for his eldest brother Sen Mo and Xiao San.
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In a pitch-black cave, Siyu sat cross-legged, and the light spiritual energy of heaven and earth enveloped his whole person. Suddenly, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth outside his body was quickly sucked into Siyu's body. After exhaling a filthy breath, Siyu
Slowly opening his eyes. When he walked out of the cave, his spiritual consciousness immediately told Siyu that there were four cultivators passing by at three o'clock on his right. Siyu's eyes flashed sharply, and he quickly rushed out of the cave, using the jagged surroundings.
Hidden by the stones, Siyu quickly dived in the direction of the four people.
After these few days of hunting, Siyu's identity has changed from a captured person to an anti-hunter. The change in role has also made him more confident. However, Siyu only attacks lone cultivators every time.
When it comes to hunting, it seems that the other party has finally noticed something. There are fewer and fewer people acting alone, and most of them are in groups, and there are always a few tough guys in each team.
However, countless successful hunts have greatly enhanced Siyu's confidence. Now he no longer simply targets those who are alone, because there are often only two types of people: one
A person is too weak, and others think he is a burden and are unwilling to team up with him. Just like Qingyang, who was the first prey of Siyu, this kind of person can no longer satisfy Siyu's appetite; the second kind of person is a person with strong strength.
Siyu is still quite taboo against people who are too strong and unwilling to work with others. Although he knows that he is fully capable of fighting with them, if he wants to kill them, he will definitely have to fight until he is injured. Now
Being injured in this environment would be extremely easy for the enemy to discover and catch him, so Siyu did not take the risk after considering it.
After bypassing a mound, Siyu hid under a rock and waited quietly for the four people to fly in. Through spiritual consciousness, Siyu discovered that two of the four people were in the late Nascent Soul stage, and one was out of body.
In the mid-term, there is another player who is distracted in the early stage. This combination should be the strongest combination Siyu has encountered so far.
Secretly transporting his true energy, Siyu slowly adjusted his state to the best, waiting for the enemy to approach his attack range.
The four oncoming cultivators were laughing and controlling the flying swords, not paying any attention to the danger ahead. Suddenly, Siyu exerted force with both feet at the same time, and his strong physical fitness was fully displayed at this moment. Siyu suddenly transformed.
There was an afterimage on his body, and the exquisite sword in his hand danced with a soul-hungry black melody in the air, and suddenly rushed towards the four people who were coming. At the same time, the Shenjun Sword above his head also broke through the air without showing any signs of weakness.