Looking at each other from afar

It's already the fifth day.

Li Qi has been cornered.

Venus popped between his eyes, his ears buzzed, and his head seemed to have been hit by a hammer, and he was dizzy.

His lips were chapped and his throat was on fire.

The scroll of the Wind Walk, he had secretly given it all to the kitten, and let the kitten take him forward, but the scroll was used for many times, and now it was not much, just now, the last scroll of the Wind Movement had been used up.

The kitten dragged him and struggled forward, and his heart was infinitely cold.

If he was the group of people behind him, I'm afraid it would be time to close the net.

The group behind them was like a pack of hungry wolves, still adorned, showing their patience beyond the ordinary.

The trapped beast is still fighting, not to mention that the bitter word assassin is much more powerful than the trapped beast.

The secret Yama had already exclaimed more than once, and he even wanted to come to the rescue of the boy.

He has lived for so long, he has seen people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, he has seen people who kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, he has seen people who are overwhelmed and have a mental breakdown and fight to the death, but he has never seen a person with such tenacious willpower and such firm endurance. Three days ago, Li Qi was like this, and two days ago, Li Qi was still like this, until now, Yan Luo couldn't figure out where the limit of this young man's bearing was.

Human endurance is like a spring, there will always be a limit, but in Yama's eyes, he can't see the limit of Li Qi's endurance.

He even felt that even if he shot an arrow now, he might not be able to end the boy's life.

What a terrible survival instinct!

Yama let out an exclamation again, he sighed secretly in his heart, put down the long arrow in his hand, he decided to wait a little longer, he didn't believe that he couldn't force out the limit of the young man in front of him.

At this moment, there was an extremely slight "sand ......" in my ears The sound of "sand ......" seems to be someone stepping on the thick fallen leaves and approaching step by step.

Extremely rhythmic.

Yama pricked up his ears and listened carefully, couldn't help but hold his breath, touched the cold iron bow behind him, and stared closely in the direction where the voice came from.

"Sand ...... The voice of the sand ...... became clearer and clearer.

Yama didn't dare to come out, for some reason, this voice brought him infinite pressure, and before he knew it, his palms were already full of sweat.

"Sand ...... The voice of the sand ...... was getting closer and closer, without the slightest hint of concealment.

......At this moment, the footsteps seemed to pause, and then continued to walk forward.

Yama Luo clenched the cold iron bow tightly, and he didn't know when, the cold iron bow had already fallen into his hand, but it was not on the arrow, nor was it in control.

He looked at the scaly man who was as cold and hard as a stone, and a feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, as if it ...... That person has already found him?

This feeling was so strong that the green tendons on the back of Yama's hand holding the bow fetus were high, like a cyan and twisted earthworm.

You must know that there are two reasons why he can stay on the Ranger list for such a long time and not die, one is the strength of the golden arrow, and the other is concealment.

Especially the latter, who was trained by him to be superb, was when he appeared behind the Gray Shield Minister, who ranked eighth on the Ranger List, and the Gray Shield Scholar was only alert and did not perceive his existence, which can be seen.

But who is the person in front of him? Why can he find his traces? When did Falling Snow City have such a number one person?

His back was unconsciously wet with sweat, and he was shocked, who was this person in front of him, how could it bring him so much pressure! Even those who were ranked in front of him could not bring him so much pressure.

He fixed his eyes on the long sword that was hidden in the scabbard and kept trembling, unwilling to be lonely, the sword was not out of the sheath, the qi was three points above the world, and countless earthy yellow translucent grinding discs circled around the long sword, there was annihilation, there was new life, and all kinds of states were born, only the momentum rose and climbed.

With every step he took, he appeared ten meters away, and wherever he passed, flowers were still flowers, grass was still grass, but the flowers had bloomed, the grass had withered, and the dirt and insects under his feet, or the branches and vines and grass, were all crushed into dust as he walked.

A path in the forest took shape naturally as the scaly man walked by, and only one ten-thousandth of the momentum leaked out made these naturally born beings unbearable.

It's hard to imagine what it would be like if this sword fell on a person.

If it is in the eyes of a layman, the scene in front of him is indeed shocking, but in the eyes of a professional with a little eyesight, the person in front of him is not a top master, who will use his power in such a flashy thing.

To kill, all you need is a sword.

The sword that kills people has always been restrained and plain, with bells and whistles, and that is a person who does not understand the sword.

It's a pity that Yama is neither a layman nor a professional with a little eyesight, although he is an archer, but the swordsmen who fight with him are unknown, he belongs to the small group of people with more advanced eyesight.

When the moon is full, it loses, and when the water is full, it overflows.

The person in front of him obviously couldn't control the sword intent hidden in the scabbard, every time he took a step, his momentum increased by a point, if he couldn't sway the momentum condensed to the peak, when the time came, the first one who couldn't bear it would definitely be himself.

Hide swordsmanship, hide the sword in the sheath, seal the dust with the sword, sharpen your body, if you don't have a sword, a sword, a blockbuster.

Looking at the direction he was heading, it was obvious that he was also going towards the bitter word assassin, when did the bitter word assassin offend such a powerful person?

Yan Luo retreated suddenly, he was full of admiration for Li Qi, and now he didn't want to kill him, but one yard to one yard, just with these, he would never do it against such a terrible person in front of him.

He is a smart man, otherwise, he would not have sat in the fourth position of the ranger list for such a long time, and the gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, and he will not do the obvious fatal business.

He turned around and was about to leave, but the moment he turned his head, he suddenly thought of the floating millstone, and he couldn't help but think of the other two people in his heart.

One is Lang Youping, one of the three tigers of the Wu family who is making a lot of noise now, and the other is the mysterious swordsman who was only one in front of him back then-nicknamed Demon Mill.

It is said that the bounty of death in his hands was a pile of mashed meat, hence the name.

This person is the long-disappeared Demon Mill, that is, Lang Youping, the head of the Three Tigers?

Yama turned around sharply, looking dazed.

This person is the most mysterious on the ranger list, he disappeared a few years ago, and he didn't expect to see him here today.

But even if it's a magic mill, it is impossible to find his traces so easily, but he is only one place behind him, so he is the third on the current ranger list, and it is impossible to be so unbearable.

Yan Luo stood in the same place, seeing the demon mill gradually moving away, his face changed uncertainly, and after a moment, he stomped his foot violently, changed directions, and quietly followed.

Lang Youping controlled his breathing rhythmically, he recognized who the person was, but he had no interest in making a move, his sword was prepared for Li Qi, he walked more than a thousand kilometers, and what was condensed was only one sword, and he only had the strength to make a sword.

This sword is out, and the sword destroys people.

So except for Li Qi, even if it was his enemy who stood in front of him, he would not make a move, not to mention that that person and him were just strangers on the same ranger list.

Maybe there was still some competition when I was young, but after so many years, no matter how strong the hatred is, it's almost time to let go.

The muscles hidden under the scale armor rose and fell like waves, and with every step, Lang Youping took a deep breath, and then there was a strong wind and a forest shadow.

The dragon walks and walks with tigers, swallowing mountains and rivers, I am afraid that it is such a heroic posture.

After thousands of kilometers of polishing, a sword has become a potential, and if you continue to walk, I am afraid that you will not be able to persevere.

In this state, Lang Youping's spirit and body reached their peak at the same time, and the human heart and the sword sounded, and the human heart was the sword heart.

Bright!

This is also the reason why he can clearly see Yama, in the world of swords, yes is yes, non is wrong, death is death, life is alive, right and wrong are black and white, one sword is about it, one sword is ghostly, one sword is slashed, in the world of swords, all the disguises are hidden.

He continued to walk, and three meters away, a tree of ten people embraced, and the giant tree with its hanging vines shook violently, and the trunk near his side was silently wiped in half.

Half of the trunk of the tree turned into the most powdered sawdust, and little by little sand slowly piled up along the remaining trunk to form a pile of grass and trees at the root of the tree.

The giant tree is crumbling, and Lang Youping is crumbling.

He's on the verge of reaching the limit of what he can hold onto.

Fortunately, the bitter assassin was not far ahead, and he could feel his disgusting aura.

Lang Youping walked a thousand kilometers, licked his tongue for the first time, revealing a humanized expression, the momentum of his whole body was ignited by this action, he no longer tried his best to suppress and restrain the edge of his sword, his whole person turned into a sword, and rushed towards Li Qi's side.

Along the way, the giant trees toppled down, the sky was turned upside down, the roar was everywhere, the mountains and rivers changed color, the air rushed into the sky, and the remnant clouds in the sky were destroyed.

He was like a peerless fierce sword, roaring, roaring, with monstrous resentment, with the momentum of Wanjun, straight, unreasonable, openly, hysterically pouring towards Li Qi.

"Zheng!"

The sword roared all over the field, and the sword was not unsheathed.

Li Qi, who was struggling forward in front of him, was thrilled by the sudden roar, and turned back suddenly.

The giant trees behind him fell one after another with a wailing voice, and there seemed to be a giant beast rushing towards him, a straight line, a straight line that made him desperate.

Before a hyena that followed Li Qi could react, it was blown into a blood mist by the disintegrating sword pressure, and the people who accompanied him had no intention of finding the field, and fled in embarrassment, looking at the back of the distant road, frightened.

Thirty kilometers ahead, the dusty, ragged, and foul-smelling four people were like four meteors streaking across the sky, and suddenly, Helian's face moved, and the light in his eyes skyrocketed, and he blurted out: "Hurry!

At this moment, Lang Youping and Li Qi are already looking at each other from afar.