"Do you think you are very powerful? Do you think you can defeat me? Isn't it good to live? If you have to seek death by yourself, come on, I will help you, come on!"
Rock suddenly stood still, his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised, he turned around and acted arrogantly, his roar shook the snow-capped mountains with endless echoes.
He looked like a furious lion, showing off his power.
The young man was stunned, with panic flashing in his eyes. Anyone could see that even so, he still didn't flinch. Instead, he frowned and thought. At this moment, it can be said that they were not giving in. However, as the rock violently jumped, the young man's But his eyebrows were stretching, and in the end he was smiling, with a bright and sunny look.
"Hehehe! Don't scare me, I know why you are."
The young and old god seemed to be there, pointing the sword in his hand at the footprints spreading up the sacred mountain, raising his eyebrows, and curling his lips teasingly.
He pointed at the corpse on the ground, but didn't say anything. He raised his eyebrows and just looked at the rock, his eyes full of intelligent teasing.
He has already seen that the rock opposite is only a sixth-level cultivation, and at this moment, there is no human, no ghost, no concealment of weakness, no matter how furious it is, it will only make people see it more and more clearly. The weakness within.
What's the use of pretending? It's just a desperate struggle in vain.
After all, I am also at the ninth level of cultivation. I can't deal with those who are also at the eighth and ninth levels. I can only pretend to be dead and escape with my life. I just want to survive until the end of this trial. Going back alive is better than anything else.
Your own wealth and life are the most important thing. There are still a lot of good times waiting for you. It is not worth leaving in such a world.
Of course, it is still possible to deal with a guy who is only at the sixth level, even though he is suspected of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
What does it matter?
What can anyone do?
Who knows!
After finishing this vote, leave, find a safe place to stay, and wait until the time comes to go out. There are still many benefits.
If you can't commit the crime and work hard, you won't get any benefits. If you lose your life, everything will be over.
Benefit and survival are the most important things.
But the thing in front of me was so precious, and I had to admit that I was really moved by it.
Look, after he escaped, bad luck followed one after another.
Blood spirit.
As long as I take the blood spirit in front of me, I will surpass 96.7% of people in this trip. Why should I take the risk! It’s not worth it, it’s not needed anymore, right?
"There's a reason why this bastard is so timid and still alive today. His brain is really good!"
Shi Yan cursed in his heart and had to admire this guy's vision. He was really good at sizing up situations and observing details.
The key is to know how to pick the softest persimmons.
He knew that this place was the end, and he could not go on any longer. He had thought about going to the sacred mountain before and expected the old god to help, but he could no longer do so now.
The dead people at the foot of the mountain were from the Rock Tribe. Until here, there were still many footprints leading to the Holy Mountain. He knew that there must be people from the Rock Tribe alive. That was what he had told them in the beginning, to go up to the Holy Mountain if they couldn't survive.
He was 100% sure that someone had listened. They must have reached the point where they could no longer survive. It seemed that there were strong enemies chasing them all the way. He didn't know how many people were still alive, but he couldn't bring the strong enemies with him.
This made him even more worried, but he couldn't help himself, so what could he do?
Moreover, they went to the sacred mountain. If Guo had known earlier, he would not have come here if he was killed. But now he has to keep them safe. Even if there is no one alive on the mountain, he can no longer lure the powerful enemy forward. Who will Know if there are any survivors.
After all, they are still tribesmen. Although they parted ways due to differences, it cannot change that they are all members of the Rock Tribe like themselves, people of this small world. Their real enemies are people from the outside world, and those people are the real important people. People who put their lives to death.
At the top of the sacred mountain, the figure of the old god suddenly appeared on the mirror-like cliff. His eyes were like torches, penetrating through the mountains and wind and snow, looking at the rocks and muttering to himself.
"...My choice turned out to be right!..."
Rock's body trembled and he looked around. He seemed to hear a familiar voice, but it was also like the sound of whimpering wind. He shook his head to keep himself awake. He slowly clenched the sword in his hand and walked towards the young man opposite step by step.
Fight, he must fight now.
Don't ask why.
Just for myself.
For the sake of the people behind him.
Even if his skills are inferior to others.
Even if his cultivation level is low, he cannot retreat at this moment.
Even if you know you will die fighting, you still have to fight.
At this moment, God has given me the duty to protect, not to escape.
"kill"
A low and hoarse roar came from the throat of the rock, and he slashed at the boy with a sword in both hands. There was no gorgeousness and lightness of the sword at all, it was just a powerful killing technique, just like a machete, without any swordsmanship at all.
It's just simple chopping, slashing, teasing, and stabbing.
It was a crazy attack from the beginning, with no intention of defending at all, just wide-open and wide-open movements.
This kind of offense is his strength.
Vigorous and powerful.
What about defense, not so much.
The battle of life and death ends when the person on the opposite side is cut down, otherwise it means repeating those actions.
Because Yan Yan knew his own shortcomings and lack of cultivation, he obviously couldn't compete with others in this aspect, so he couldn't delay. He had to work hard to knock down the opponent's momentum and take the initiative in his own hands. He had to let the rhythm of the battle follow him.
That's why he made the first move, and launched a crazy attack. The violent storm, lightning, and thunder attacks would never give the opponent a chance to breathe, not even a little bit. After all, the opponent's cultivation level was there, and once there was any Opportunities waiting for you will be irreversible.
The long sword swung faster and faster, like light and shadow swaying, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder. Every blow was fatal and there was nothing fancy about it.
Kill, kill, kill - people.
The young man was stunned. He just took the sword and then went into complete passive defense. It was almost impossible to fight back. It was too fast, so fast that it was dizzying, so fast that he was in a hurry. In the end, he was already a little overwhelmed.
I've never seen such a style of play.
I've never seen anything so fierce.
Although I am also at the ninth level of cultivation, fighting is not my strong point. I have always been below the level. Facing such an extremely fierce battle, I am really powerless. I feel very aggrieved, but there is nothing I can do.
The rock is rising, and the boat is rising, singing and advancing all the way, the energy is flowing through the rainbow, the sword in the hand is still accelerating, the potential of the life and death battle slowly bursts out, the real eyes can see six directions, the ears can hear all directions, as if returning to the battlefield of endless fighting in the valley.
Moreover, he is tireless, forgets himself, and the mood of fighting for the sake of fighting quietly blooms. The rock at this moment has only one goal, and that is to cut down the opponent, otherwise it will never give up.
And it was constant fighting, fighting, fighting.
At this moment, he became more and more aware that only by cutting down his opponent could he have a way to survive. Otherwise, if the opponent took the initiative, he would definitely die.
The young man was already showing a flustered rhythm. Although he had a lot of cultivation, he was suppressed and beaten. The key was that his momentum was taken away, and he felt fear in his heart.
And as time goes by, the timidity in my heart becomes stronger and stronger.
The hands are timid and weak.
Cowardly but without courage.
God is timid and people are weak.
The attack on the rock became more and more violent, chopping like a violent storm. It felt like the man and the sword were one. At this moment, he was a sword. It was indestructible and could not be broken only by speed. It had reached a level he had never experienced before.
Even he himself didn't know. Anyway, he only had eyes for the young man across from him, and he released endless killing intent to overwhelm that young man.
Only by killing him can you live, and the people behind you can live. What else is more important than living.
Fight to stay alive.
There was only the sword in his eyes, his eyes became ethereal, and everything around him turned into simple lines, but he could easily see through it all, and he could cut more lines in such lines, and even re-create them. Blend these lines, let them revolve around you, and combine them randomly.
For two years, in that valley, every day was a super life-and-death battle. He had become accustomed to every detail of the battle, forming an instinctive reaction in his body, and his coordination ability in all aspects had already far exceeded that of ordinary people.
The long sword in his hand was like an extension of his arm, and he could strike wherever he pointed, as if he didn't have to think about it.
The sword is there when the eyes are there, or even when the mind is thinking, the sword is already there, almost reaching the peak, as fast as lightning, and truly free of charge.
On the other hand, the young man was already in a hurry and miserable. What was even worse was that under such extremely fast chopping, it was difficult to withdraw from the battle. Unless he was chopped down, he would keep fighting and would not dare to stop unilaterally.
"The true fusion of man and sword. What did I encounter? The key is that this person has no swordsmanship at all, but he can achieve the fusion of man and sword. What the hell is this!"
The young man murmured to himself, his eyes already filled with fear, and he hurriedly resisted. Even he knew that this would not work.
But he just couldn't muster the will to resist.
"kill"
The rock roared, and a series of figures and sword shadows appeared too fast, as if a clone appeared, but in fact it was still him. Naturally, it was because the movements were too fast, like phantoms, overlapping one another, with murderous intent.
"Man and sword unite!"
The boy screamed in horror, and then a head flew up. His body was still resisting the attack and kept retreating.
puff
The rock fell to the ground. The blow just now drained away all his spiritual power. The feeling was mysterious and mysterious. What kind of sword he had wielded. His mind was blank, but he was also wild with joy and excited for such a sword.
"Well, that sounds good. Such a sword can be called the combination of human and sword!"
The rock that fell to the ground made my body feel soft as if my muscles were cramped. I closed my eyes and thought like this.
