Chang Siguo was very surprised. He never understood the purpose of the three words that came to his mind for no reason.
Unexpectedly, he inadvertently associated the footprints in the snow with the graffiti on the leather scroll, which triggered the changes in the light characters. He quickly collected his mind, not thinking about the causes and consequences, and concentrated on remembering such strange changes.
Suddenly, he put himself into it, as if walking barefoot on wet and slippery mud.
How do you apply force with your toes?
How does the sole of the foot land?
How to maintain the center of gravity?
Only then can you walk steadily without slipping.
He felt every slight pull of a muscle, every rise and fall of a step.
After three twists and turns, the light footprints disappeared, and the three light words "Close to the Foot" quietly returned to their original state. In the dark depths of my mind, illusions and disillusionments appeared, mysterious and unpredictable.
Chang thought about it, fearing that he would not remember it well, so he quickly took off his somewhat cracked cloth shoes, untied his felt socks, and practiced the footwork he had just learned on the cold snow with his bare feet to deepen his understanding and impression.
Press your toes, lift gently and lower slowly, taking three steps in groups, jumping awkwardly on the snow.
An Xuelun's advice to him had long been forgotten by Chang Siguo.
If he didn't learn such a magical footwork, he would be so stupid that he would be punished by God.
I can only walk very poorly. I clearly remember how to apply force with my left foot, how to turn my right foot, and how to maintain the center of gravity in conjunction with my body. However, when I walk, I feel extremely awkward and my body parts are not coordinated with each other.
It was extremely difficult to walk, and I was stumbling.
Like a child learning to walk, it leaves slanted footprints of varying depths on the snow.
Chang thought that after practicing over and over again, Hei Wa could persist in practicing millions of punches with Fu Hu Jin, and he also had his own resilience.
At worst, I'll practice this step a million times.
He believes that practice makes perfect, and skill can promote enlightenment.
As he was walking, there was suddenly a slight shouting sound in front of him. Chang Siguo quickly stopped practicing his footwork, put on his felt socks and shoes, took a bow and arrow in his hand, and looked at the deep and shallow footprints scattered all over the nearby snow. After thinking for a moment, he ran forward and to the right. After ten feet, he lay down in the thick snow and lay motionless.
Slowly adjust your breath and accumulate energy, collect the true energy scattered everywhere in the body, and return it to the sea of meridians.
He discovered that he could hide his aura to a minimum by condensing his true energy, making it difficult for others to notice. The battle in the underwater cave proved that this method was effective.
The sound of shouts, the sound of weapons clashing, and the dancing snowflakes are approaching here.
Chang Siguo's breathing became vague, his eyes were so cold that there was no wave at all, and his body was covered with thin snow and the same color as ice.
"Brother Ji, don't chase the poor guy, be careful he has accomplices ambushing him."
"What are you afraid of what he will do? We are not at the peak of the Strengthening Realm. Let's entangle him first."
"This barbarian has come to cause trouble again and again. He must be killed to avenge his tribal brothers."
An Xuelun's arrogant laughter could be heard in the distance, "You three idiots still want to entangle me? Haha, I'll come when I want, and leave when I want. It's as if I'm in the middle of nowhere if I break into your crazy dog tribe." Human Realm, come on, I am ambushing three thousand brothers ahead, and you are not heavy enough for one of you to bite. Come after me if you have the guts."
"Fuck your mother-in-law. If you can, stop and challenge me. They will never interfere."
"You are a thief and a barbarian. If you dare to insult our Lang Rong tribe, Grandpa will fight you until death."
The four figures were entangled and fighting each other like a revolving lantern, speaking obscene words and constantly scolding each other.
Appearing in Chang Siguo's field of vision, the slender figure in tattered robes was none other than An Xuelun. He dashed left and right to avoid being surrounded by three people and attacked at the same time. He looked quite embarrassed and had a few extra pounds on his body. There were wounds, and the robe was even more tattered.
In order to lure the enemy, he really tried his best and even restrained his strength a bit.
In just a few breaths, the four of them rushed close by like a whirlwind.
Chang Siguo very gently raised his hunting bow against the snow, silently nocking an arrow and drawing the string. Someone suddenly spotted a dark shadow in front of him, with several half-human objects standing there, and screamed: "Be careful, there is an ambush..." …”
"Boom", in the darkness of the blizzard, a trace of red disappeared briefly.
The man who was fighting with An Xuelun was shocked, but before he had time to retreat, he forcibly twisted his waist.
With a "pop" sound, an arrow hit the left side of his abdomen.
Violent muscle tearing, intestinal piercing, and abdominal cramps caused the man to howl like a wolf and lose all his strength.
An Xuelun and Hei Wa cooperated twice. Hearing the sound of the bowstring, he laughed loudly and then raised his sword to kill his opponent. The first one was killed.
"withdraw!"
The other two people took a few steps away, shouted and turned around without hesitation, not even caring about the corpses of their companions.
They couldn't figure out how many people were hiding in the empty snow in the darkness?
The power and speed of this arrow made their hair stand on end. What frightened them the most was that the ambush barbarian was clearly nearby, but they didn't notice it at all.
Master! Definitely a master.
If a hero doesn't suffer immediate losses, how long will he wait if he doesn't run away now?
An Xuelun shouted excitedly: "Where to escape?"
No longer restraining his suppressed cultivation, the green light of the sword shined brightly, making the snowflakes in the air dance like light blue ghosts. His foot speed was three points faster than before, and he stabbed with the sword, intercepting the man who was slightly behind on the left. A tall, strong man.
Things are changing, and I'm going to my house tonight.
Now it was his turn to chase and kill him happily, letting go and averting the shame of the previous two days.
Five feet away from the snow, a figure bounced up with a bang. While still in the air, a bowstring could be heard ringing sharply.
The tall and strong man who was intercepted was so frightened that he knew without thinking that this vicious arrow was aimed at him. He suddenly rolled backwards on the snow and shouted: "Brother Ji, save me... …”
He only remembered to avoid the arrows, focusing on one thing and the other. An Xuelun's sword tore open a deep gash in his thigh, and blood flowed. The tall and strong man rolled around in the snow desperately, without hearing the sound of the arrows breaking through the air. Knowing that he had been deceived, the other party pulled the string and deceived him with an arrow.
With the delay of this arrow, another Beirong cultivator rolled and crawled ten feet away.
Chang Siguo fell to the ground, squatted half-crouched, and put an arrow on the string. The arrow pointed at the blurry figure running away in front of him. He then swung it, but did not shoot again. It was beyond the range of the power of his arrow and shooting was useless.
The fleeing young cultivator threw something away with his hands. There was a whistle in the air, and an orange firework suddenly exploded in the snowy sky.
After a few ups and downs, the young cultivator turned around and looked around. With the strong light in the sky, he happened to see the beggar-like barbarian in tattered robes stabbing Brother He who was rolling in the snow with a sword.
The large area of snow was stained with blood and looked particularly hideous and dazzling.
Cultivator Xuan was more than fifty feet away, but he breathed a sigh of relief. He would no longer be criticized for his desperate behavior just now. He then stared closely at Chang Siguo, who was pointing an arrow at him, with a dark and resentful look on his face.
The remaining light from the fireworks in the sky disappeared, and both sides were covered in the darkness of the snow curtain that had reclosed.
"Hurry up! A master is chasing you."
An Xuelun shouted to Chang Siguo in a low voice. He was familiar with the communication signals among the Beirong army. When he saw the fireworks exploding in the sky, he knew that he would not be able to take advantage, and it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.
Pulling off the enemy's waist tag on the ground, he quickly took off the enemy's sword sheath, picked up the waist knife that fell on the snow, and saw Chang Si crossing the path and running towards the northeast, even abandoning the waist tag on the other corpse. Grinning, he couldn't bear to spoil the good thing he got.
Brother Heiwa is too lavish, this habit needs to be changed.
On the road of spiritual practice, if you don’t plan carefully and live by your fingers, how can you do it?
He jumped over, picked up his waistband, picked up the spear on the ground, and chased after Chang Siguo's back.
"You guys can't run away." The bluffing roar of the cultivator Zhan Xiao came from behind.
"Haha, come and chase you, you eggless coward, come on, I'm waiting for you..." An Xuelun's unscrupulous and rude taunts floated in the cold air in the wind.
The young cultivator was so angry that he vomited blood, but stopped moving forward.
He was frightened to death by the sudden sneak attack and ambush.
