Immediately, several men in black dashed up, chasing and killing Qi Mei.
Chapter 118: A Life of Self-Proud
At the same time, the woods dozens of miles away in the open space.
Yu Feiyuan ran like a gust of wind with the last centenarian among the mythical creatures. She quickly swapped her long legs like an impala, which made people dazzled. But it is down-to-earth, step by step forward. He didn't jump up and down, and he always maintained a fixed distance from this centenarian team.
For more than an hour, they ran straight into the distance and kept running for dozens of miles. Su Xiao and Tie Hanyi had already fled halfway. Those two were not important people. These ghost warriors knew the fame of Wutong Jin Yuxuan, so they identified her and went after her.
At this time, the hearts of the Centuries were broken.
For more than an hour, they had no chance to even shoot bows and arrows, not to mention short-handedness.
Yu Feiyuan ran too fast. They couldn't stop for a moment in order to catch up with her. Once he wants to stop firing arrows, he will inevitably be hit by his companion behind him, and the formation will collapse. But they didn't know that Yu Feiyuan had already tested out their top speed while escaping and kept the same speed all the time. Of course they couldn't do anything but run away.
Even more frightening is that this situation continues. The ghost warriors are all scolding their mothers, this woman is so evil, she is simply the incarnation of a monster. Why is she not tired at all after running for so long, not even blushing. They were exhausted to death.
Yu Feiyuan's Qinggong is derived from the Vientiane Ningyu Art of Wutong Jinyuxuan, and it is best at melting into the environment. It moved suddenly in the mountains and forests, like a forest wind. It's a great way to get out of tracking.
Up to now, it is not so much that Yu Feiyuan is being chased. It would be better to say that this 100-member team was just a monkey that was pulled out for a walk. It was already running panting and sweating like a rain. Compared with Yu Feiyuan's weightlifting, its breath was even, and it was different from cloud and mud.
With her light work, it was easy to get rid of the pursuers at this moment. But she was entrusted.
— "You keep running with them, not too slow, not too fast, just catch them as fast as they can. That way you're both safe. When they're exhausted, you just do— "
Yu Feiyuan listened to his words and did them one by one, exactly as Ming Feizhen said. Full of her earnest style.
Extending a helping hand for fellow martial arts practitioners is one of the social methods that Wutong Jin Yuxuan Jin Yu Feiyuan is best at. And often, once he decides to help, he will definitely do his best without reservation, that is, he is in a crisis, and his brows are slightly wrinkled, but it is never because of complaining and regret, but simply thinking about the next action.
Today is no exception, just a little weird.
Yu Feiyuan still tried her best to lend a helping hand, as usual.
But just after running for dozens of miles, her heart was beating non-stop.
It's only a few dozen miles away, at this speed, she can't even count her morning class, but why can't she suppress the rapid heartbeat
She doesn't understand.
Why, only to help him, would have such a different feeling.
His words and glances seemed to make her involuntarily happy.
Yu Feiyuan suddenly stopped.
Her stoppage caught the hundreds of soldiers behind her by surprise. These people had already run in confusion, and subconsciously stopped. The ones in the back didn't know what happened in front of them, and they all collided into a ball.
Yu Feiyuan turned back slowly.
"Next, it's to clean up you."
Yu Feiyuan turned around and said slowly. His tone was straight-faced, without the slightest hint of emotion. It seemed like a routine job with a cold, beautiful face. It's just that his cheeks blush slightly when no one is paying attention, which is especially called a superb view.
The battle didn't last long.
Of course it comes to mind.
The ghost warrior was so tired that he couldn't stand still. What's more, when it comes to martial arts, they are not Yu Feiyuan's opponents.
It's just that the speed and misery of the defeat is still beyond their imagination.
Yu Feiyuan didn't even use any special martial arts, just punched and kicked into the crowd. They couldn't even see the figure, and they felt pain and numbness on their bodies, and they couldn't move. After a while, most of the people were slumped to the ground after being tapped on their acupuncture points.
"Is this woman... a monster?"
The only master they knew who could have such skills was the master, and the other four banner masters seemed to be incomparable to this woman's martial arts. She defeated a hundred people still so lightly.
Yu Feiyuan clicked the acupoint of the last person, and turned around like a whirlwind, just as more than 100 people lay down and fell to the ground, without exception.
Yu Feiyuan knocked down everyone and patted the dust on her body. This was originally an action that had to be done because the girl and the junior sisters were afraid of getting angry, but unexpectedly, it made people feel very girly.
"You lose."
Her first sentence, no one expected to be this sentence. It is the street fight that decides the winner and the loser, and the winner has more decent words to say, which makes people feel that they are worthy of being in the arena. But it was the famous Jinyu Feiyuan, who said that it was like a child who won a fight, and the ghosts were so embarrassed that they lost to her!
"So you have to listen to me."
The words were still childish, but she could hear her continuing to maintain her indifferent tone.
"Someone asked me to tell you - it's useful to keep your life, don't die."
The Poison King adjusted his breath for half an hour, and the meridian that was injured by Dugu finally unblocked. But the injury still needs to rest for three days to recover. In terms of the Poison King's medical skills, this is rather an insult.
"'Ye Chan' Dugu Ye... This Shunjun really was well prepared. This person acts as an errand, and seems to have no name. But if a disaster strikes at a critical moment, no matter who he is, he can save Dugu's life. Qianlong Seventeen... Sure enough not simple."
He didn't fight Dugu for a long time, and he was beaten and suffered internal injuries, but he didn't even understand what moves he used. He knew that he was indeed inferior to this young man in martial arts. How to defeat him in the future is really hard to think about.
The Poison King was still thinking about how to deal with Dugu. Suddenly, his ears moved, and he heard very thin footsteps outside the cave.
"who is it?"
A tall figure hurriedly entered the cave where the Poison King was healing. This cave is the place where the Poison King and 'him' agreed to meet, and I didn't expect outsiders to know about it.
The man was like a fiery wind, with a high fever around him, but he ran towards the place where the Poison King was located very quickly. He was full of fire, and the once dry and cool cave taught him to come in, it suddenly became scorching hot.
The young man gathered his hands into a knife, and with a random wave, an arc-like knife circled around. The Poison King raised his hand to block it. The sword was originally difficult to resist with the flesh, but the Poison King's body was different from ordinary people, and he was not afraid of high fever. But it's easy to block.
The Poison King saw who was coming and said in surprise.
"It's you!?"
"it's me."
The Poison King felt a scorching hot force coming, his palms were soft as if boneless, avoiding its sharp edge, but wrapped around the young man's arms, soft as a snake, it was his stunt golden snake wrapped around silk hands. Like a snake, it cannot be driven away. If you want to retreat and draw your hands, you will only be entangled by snake hands.
The young man didn't draw his hand, he changed his hand to claws, changed his grip, but it was the eagle's claw skill, and it was a snake-shaped nemesis. The two types of grapplers, the hard and the soft, faced each other, and the fighting was extremely exciting. The Poison King suddenly hummed.
I saw the palm of the Poison King turn red, and a stench came from his nostrils. The young man had to avoid it, but he was entangled by the golden snake and couldn't escape.
The Poison King sneered.
"Tangye! You want to kill the old man, these martial arts are not enough."
This young man is Tang Ye. He has been missing since the battle with Yi Wangyou, but he appeared here and fought against the Poison King.
Tang Ye was in a deep predicament when suddenly his palms came together, and the flames between the palms flourished. The heat wave rolled out. This move was used when he was fighting against Yi Wangyou. At that time, he needed to hide his origin and couldn't use it to the fullest.
He was originally carrying hot wind, but he did not have such a terrifying momentum. At this moment, his True Qi surged around like a wave of fire, as if he had formed a fire armor.