Yan Liqiang quietly hid in the tall grass, half-crouching on the ground, slowly adjusting his breathing and recovering his strength. Like a cheetah, his eyes were shining, and he was ready to strike...
More than half an hour had passed since Yan Liqiang hid in the grass.
The Black Wind Bandit who was searching the grassland was slowly approaching the place where Yan Liqiang was.
The Black Wind Bandit's search was direct and violent. He held a scimitar in his hand and carefully explored the bushes step by step. When he saw a place where someone could hide, he chopped it down with his scimitar, causing the grass leaves to fly. Wherever he passed, it was like a lawn mower. Large tracts of wild grass were cut in the middle by him, leaving only a section of grass stems more than a foot above the ground...
In just over half an hour, a glimmer of light appeared in the dark east. This wilderness before dawn was also the coldest time.
Yan Liqiang almost watched helplessly as a layer of light white frost condensed on the grass leaves in front of him...
"Hua..." A strange sound was heard not far from Yan Liqiang. As the sound rang out, Yan Liqiang heard footsteps and the sound of large pieces of grass leaves and broken stems flying. The footsteps were approaching the place where Yan Liqiang was hiding...
It’s getting closer, it’s getting closer!
Yan Liqiang tightly grasped the dagger in his hand. The handle of the dagger was covered with sweat because he had been holding it in his hand for a long time. It felt a little wet in his hand, but it did not affect Yan Liqiang's use of it.
As the footsteps got closer and the surrounding weeds were turned over abruptly, Yan Liqiang seemed to hear the heavy breathing of the Black Wind Bandit in his ears.
After half an hour of not finding Yan Liqiang, the Black Wind Bandit had consumed a lot of his energy, and more importantly, he became irritable. Perhaps, he himself suspected that Yan Liqiang was hiding in the grass, or that he had used some tricks and used a method unknown to them to go down from the edge of the canyon...
This place is less than two hundred meters away from another Black Wind Bandit, so if I don't want to be besieged by two Black Wind Bandits, then once I take action, I must end the battle within ten seconds. If I can't kill the Black Wind Bandit within ten seconds, then after ten seconds, there is an eighty percent chance that I will be the one to die.
Before taking final action, Yan Liqiang reminded himself again in his heart.
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Two black trouser legs appeared less than two meters away from Yan Liqiang. Seeing the black shadow appear, Yan Liqiang finally moved. He did not jump up, but pulled a black string in his hand. The black string was what he had just taken off his clothes and tied to a grass stem more than one meter away from him. Just behind the grass stem, Yan Liqiang also hung the clothes he was wearing on a clump of weeds on the ground. In the dark night, at first glance, it looked like a person squatting there.
Yan Liqiang pulled the black line, and the grass stem shook a little, as if something was hiding behind it. When the grass stem shook, the clothes Yan Liqiang was wearing were revealed.
Under such circumstances, how would the Black Wind Bandit react when he saw the grass shaking and the clothes revealed in the shaking grass
Without even thinking about it, the Black Wind Bandit's body suddenly turned in a direction, as if it was a conditioned reflex. With a loud roar, he swung the scimitar in his hand, drawing a cold light in the air, and suddenly chopped towards the bushes. The power and reaction speed of this knife were several times greater than the power that cut through the weeds during the previous search...
The weeds flew, and the scimitar in the hand of the Black Wind Bandit chopped the weeds away. The clothes of Yan Liqiang hanging behind the grass were also cut in two by the scimitar's blade light...
Just when the Black Wind Bandit's scimitar was about to slash towards the target designated by Yan Liqiang, Yan Liqiang, who was hiding in the bushes, suddenly bounced up from the ground like a spring, as fast as lightning, and the dagger in his hand suddenly stabbed towards the Black Wind's back.
The Black Wind Bandit was indeed very powerful. When he realized that his sword was flying in the air, he felt something strange behind him. Without even a second thought or turning his head, he lunged forward and slashed at the back with his sword...
But unfortunately, he still underestimated Yan Liqiang.
Yan Liqiang's pulling of the bushes was a fake move, in order to attract his attention and create an opportunity for himself to shoot. Even Yan Liqiang's pounce at this moment was a feint, in order to make him make a wrong judgment and make a wrong reaction...
Two consecutive misjudgments at this time were enough to decide the outcome of the fight between the two parties, because that person would never have thought that Yan Liqiang had another killer move.
Yan Liqiang's killer move was not the dagger he swung out, but the dagger in his other hand.
That dagger was the black-scale one that Lu Payne had given him in Pingxi City a few days ago.
The blade of the Black Scale sword was dark, inconspicuous, and non-reflective, but it was so sharp that it could cut through iron like mud, and break armor and weapons with ease. Yan Liqiang had always carried the dagger with him as a means of self-defense, and had never taken it out, let alone shown it to anyone. Now was the time for the Black Scale to take the stage.
Facts have proved that even if a master among the Dragon and Tiger Warriors is one level higher than Yan Liqiang, if he makes two mistakes in a row at this time, it will be fatal. The level of cultivation does not represent everything. Many times, a person's judgment, reaction, vision, mind, and even environmental factors all affect the outcome of a battle.
Just as the Black Wind Bandit pounced forward and exerted all his strength, the black scale, like a black snake, flew out silently from Yan Liqiang's right hand and instantly sank into the Black Wind Bandit's back. The black tip of the sword suddenly penetrated the Black Wind Bandit's chest.
The Black Wind Bandit lost all his strength and spat out a mouthful of blood.
At the same time, Yan Liqiang blocked the attack from the Black Wind Bandit from behind and continued to pounce forward like a tiger. The dagger in his hand truly became a killing weapon at this time.
A cold light flashed through the grass, and the Black Wind Bandit's head was chopped off by Yan Liqiang from behind. Blood spurted out. When the head was flying in the air, the Black Wind Bandit's eyes were still filled with disbelief...
Yan Liqiang's right hand grasped the hilt of Black Scale's sword again. When he pulled out Black Scale, he kicked the Black Wind Bandit on the back, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.
Yan Liqiang turned his head and looked at the Black Wind Bandit rushing towards him from a distance. He held a short knife in one hand and a short sword in the other. He roared and stopped running away. Instead, he rushed over...
The two sides collided in the middle of the grass like two dueling wild wolves...
The short knife in Yan Liqiang's hand flew out first, and then was blocked by the Black Wind Bandit. Then the curved knife in the Black Wind Bandit's hand enveloped Yan Liqiang like a full moon...
(End of this chapter)