Anwen's face was gloomy, and the demonic energy around him had already dimmed a lot, which was obviously exhausted. Bai Kongzhao's face was blushing strangely, and he was almost dragged away by Anwen.
Her biggest advantage in action is her concealment and her ability to use all available terrain. It is really difficult to track her down. Back then, Qianye chased and killed him several times over thousands of miles, but in the end they all fell short, let alone the others. But in fact, her absolute speed is not very fast, at least not comparable to Qianye, Li Kuanglan, or even Anwen.
The roar behind the two became louder and louder, the ancient trees were swaying, and the terrifying existence in the dust was chasing closer and closer.
"It can't do this, it will definitely catch up!" Anwen shouted.
"Then what to do?"
"Throw it away!"
"What?"
"The thing in your hand!"
"no."
"If we don't throw it away, we will all die!"
Bai Kongzhao was holding onto a small branch in his hand, it was a ginkgo branch, with two fingertip-sized fruits embedded in the dense leaves, which were far from ripe, and the whole body was tinged with blue. She thought for a while, bit the branch in her mouth, pulled out the big knife behind her backhand, and threw it into the air.
The big knife rotated, drawing a high arc, and just fell into the billowing smoke and dust behind.
A painful howl suddenly came out of the smoke, followed by extremely angry roars, and the speed increased a bit.
Anwen's face immediately turned into a good-looking one, and he smiled wryly: "My eldest lady, it's already this time, why do you bother to provoke it?"
With a bitter face on his face, he yelled, and a pale black devilish energy gradually rose above his head, and his speed increased again, gradually closing the distance between him and the pursuers behind him.
"I can't hold on for long, you'd better throw your things away." Anwen shouted again.
Bai Kongzhao was unwilling, she thought for a while, and wanted to stuff the branch into her mouth.
Anwen was shocked: "Don't!! It will chase you all the time, and then cut your stomach open! Even if it is scum, it will take back the holy branch."
Seeing that his reaction was so strong, the girl hesitated for a moment, and instead of speaking immediately, she asked, "How do you know?"
"Look at it chasing us and never letting go! Do you even need to think about it? This kind of life is like this." Anwen was still talking while running at high speed, and he was already out of breath. Lower your breath.
The girl is still hesitating.
Anwen didn't try to persuade him any more, but just ran away sullenly. What he meant was obvious, if the girl really didn't want to part with that branch, she would run to the ground and fall down, and the two of them would die together. Maybe he can hold on until the big guy chasing after him is exhausted. But seeing that the prestige in the back has not diminished at all, this may be extremely low.
At this moment, Bai Kongzhao's hand was finally loosened, and the branches flew high, fluttering into the sky.
A big hand suddenly stretched out from the billowing smoke and dust, and grabbed the branch in the air. This hand is extremely powerful, but its movements are extremely gentle. When it is spread out, the branches lie in the palm of the hand, not even a single leaf is wrinkled.
The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, revealing an extremely tall body. It is vaguely the face of an aborigine, but its eyebrows are sharp and its eyes are like electricity, and its appearance is extremely majestic. Its height of more than six meters and six thick arms add to its momentum. The machete that Bai Kongzhao used was inserted at the position behind its shoulder, half of the blade penetrated into the flesh.
One arm behind it pulled out the machete, held it in front of it, looked at it, and threw it on the ground casually.
Although the girl's machete was big, the six-armed general was bigger. This injury is nothing at all.
It glanced at the direction where Anwen and Bai Kongzhao were going away. It didn't know what to think, so it turned around and left instead of chasing.
It didn't chase, but Anwen didn't dare to stop, and ran wildly for a while until he could no longer hear the movement behind him, then he collapsed to the ground, panting, "Help me... watch, I want... I want... take medicine. "
Bai Kongzhao reached out to him, motioning for a weapon. Anwen moved his hand, and the two-meter-long sword appeared on the ground. The girl picked up the long sword and slashed a few times, looking a little clumsy. She was born petite, and this sword is much taller than her, so it is not flexible to use it. But she thought for a while, made a few poses, thought for a while, and made a few more poses. After a while, his gestures became much smoother.
Anwen next to him didn't care. He took out a tube of potion and inhaled all the magic energy in it. After a long time, his face looked a little better.
He opened his eyes, looked at Bai Kongzhao who was still playing with the big sword, and said, "It's not suitable for you."
Bai Kongzhao thought for a while, and returned the sword to Anwen.
Anwen put away the big sword, sighed, and said, "It's really unlucky, why did I suddenly meet such a guy? It seems that I can't go for the idea of against the indigenous stone castle. Alas, it was my last recovery potion just now." , if you encounter such a danger again, I am afraid that you will have to resign yourself to fate."
Bai Kongzhao rested his chin with his hands, wondering what he was thinking.
Anwen pulled himself together, stood up, and said, "Let's go, get out of this damn place as soon as possible, the farther away from that guy the better."
The girl suddenly said: "How can we kill it?"
"It?" Anwen shook his head, "Don't think about it, even if all the people from our clan gather together, it won't be enough to kill it. Unless the witch also comes. But that lunatic is still recovering from his injuries, so he shouldn't be able to come."
Bai Kongzhao nodded, and began to meditate again, as if he was still stuck in the question just now.
An Wen said: "Don't think too much, we should go. Let's get out of this damn place quickly."
The girl suddenly said: "We have a chance to kill it."
Anwen was startled, and became interested: "How to kill?"
Girls have terrifying talents in combat, and they can often come up with incredible battle plans and gain insight into the opponent's weaknesses. Anwen wanted to know how to kill the six-armed general who made him almost unable to escape.
The girl said slowly: "First, you have to attract its attention. Then, let me use that sword... Forget it, don't think about it."
Seeing her get up and follow, Anwen felt a little touched.
The girl has always been cold-blooded and ruthless, and she doesn't know much about the world. In her consciousness, the word caring does not exist. For her, defeating a strong enemy is more important than anything else. Since she was willing to speak out, she must have some confidence. There should be only one reason why she gave up. That is, Anwen has no weapon at hand and wants to lure the enemy, or he will end up dead.
The two continued to run towards the low-gravity zone, and the girl asked, "Is it true that the witch won't come?"
"Of course not, her injury is serious!" An Wen said, with a little gloating in his tone.
Deep in the void, a pair of eyes suddenly opened slowly. These are a pair of indescribable eyes. There are no eyeballs or pupils inside. It is just a tumbling chaos, sometimes gray and sometimes black. The law of movement cannot be seen, but it is not completely without law.
As soon as the eyes were opened, several demons felt their hearts and flew towards them. They stopped in the distance and said, "Your Highness, why did you wake up so early?"
An empty and indifferent voice sounded: "The maelstrom has been opened, and I feel the call."
Several demon descendants hesitated, and one of them raised his head boldly, and finally saw those eyes. He instantly discovered that the color changes in those eyes seemed to have a certain pattern, and this pattern could just answer some of his long-standing questions about magic power cultivation.
It was just such a thought that made him take another look involuntarily, and ended up falling into the ever-flowing gray and black colors. Every time he was about to gain something, the feeling would slip away from his fingers, as if he just needed to work harder. , Remember some rules of color change, you can break through.
Unknowingly, the demon descendant continued to speed up his thoughts, suddenly had a splitting headache, screamed, and almost lost control of his demon energy.
The demon next to him hurriedly supported him, covered his eyes, and said, "How dare you look into the eyes of His Majesty the Witch?! Do you want to die?"
The demon descendant trembled all over, trying to control the violent demon energy in his body, he was speechless.
The witch's hollow voice sounded again, "I just woke up, and I still can't control my strength. As for my injury, it's almost healed, and it won't hinder my action this time."
The demon descendants were a little hesitant, and one of them said: "Your Highness, His Highness Eternal Burning Flame has issued an order that you must fully recover from your injuries before leaving. It is better to report this matter to His Highness Eternal Burning Flame."
The witch said indifferently: "No need, unless His Majesty the Emperor personally gives the order, otherwise the Eternal Burning Flame cannot order me. Let him take care of the little ones in his family first, so as not to be slaughtered."
Several demon descendants looked at each other, and one of them said: "Your Highness, if you want to leave here, you must obtain permission. This is also the meaning of His Majesty the Emperor."
The witch seemed a little surprised, and said, "Do you take me so seriously? That's fine, then I'll go see Your Majesty."
A demon marquis couldn't help persuading: "Your Highness, you are only a few years away from a complete rest, why can't you wait a little longer? When you rest well, the maelstrom passage will almost open again."
"I can feel that the person who injured me is in the maelstrom right now. Besides, if I rest for a while, those little idiots in the clan will probably think that they are almost like me? I think it's time for me to They get to know the world anew."
The demon descendants didn't know how to answer the words. They are responsible for guarding the witch, so they naturally know the temper of this highness, and they also know how she will let those of the same generation and even the previous generation understand the world again.
The eyes slowly closed, and the demon descendants secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that His Highness had suddenly figured it out and was about to continue sleeping. But after a while, I felt something was wrong. A demon descendant raised his head boldly, glanced forward, and was immediately taken aback.
In the void, where is the figure of the witch
Inside the maelstrom, Zhao Yuying pressed the hand cannon and was staring ahead. She is covered with twigs and grass leaves, and even experienced hunters will not be able to spot her disguise unless they come close to her. This kind of camouflage is easy to learn but difficult to master. It looks very simple, and ordinary people can do it well, but not everyone can do it to blend in with nature and blend in with the surroundings.