Zhao Li in reality opened his eyes, it was Zhou Shuang's turn to be on duty today, he threw the last meal of food with tiger blood grass in front of Zhao Li, glanced at the large piece of roasted elk with some pity, shook his head, muttered waste in his mouth, and turned around and walked out of the door.

Zhao Li ate the last meal slowly, wiped the corners of his mouth, and washed his fingers.

Then he breathed for a while, and waited until Tianquan's internal qi carried qi and blood, and his abdomen no longer had the kind of fullness that affected his movements, then he opened his eyes, took a deep breath, walked to the door of the cave, and deliberately made a flustered footstep sound.

Zhou Shuang frowned, he held the knife, turned his head and saw Zhao Li's face full of panic, pointing inside, and then speaking loudly in a language he didn't understand, the expression on his face, and that hurried tone, obviously frightened.

Zhou Shuang used the back of the knife in his hand to stop Zhao Li and prevent him from coming out.

His gaze was at the deep darkness and he frowned.

Is there some beast in this cave?

The guard next to him glanced at the flustered Zhao Li with cold and slightly pitying eyes, and said with a smile:

"Brother Zhou, there won't be any snakes in these Nine Hidden Caves, right?"

"Scared this sacrifice like this. ”

Zhou Shuang nodded slowly and said, "It's possible to ......"

He thought for a moment and said, "He is a sacrifice to ask the gods for forgiveness at the sacrifice tomorrow, there can be no problems, I will go in and see, you are waiting here for the summons." ”

Zhao Li was ravaged and beaten every day during this time, and he had no power to resist.

They didn't have the slightest suspicion, and happily agreed, and when Zhou Shuang followed in, they didn't forget to add that if there was really a snake, don't forget to bring out the snake meat, whether the snake meat was roasted or stewed, it tasted much better than elk.

Zhou Shuang scolded you greedily, picked up a torch, and walked inside with a knife in his right hand.

Zhao Li followed quickly, seemingly very nervous, and almost tripped over the stones on the ground, which made the contempt in Zhou Shuang's eyes get heavier and heavier, until he walked to the side of the underground river, Zhao Li pointed to the sparkling underground river, and was reluctant to move forward.

Zhou Shuang frowned, inserted the torch into the gap in the rock wall next to him, and walked in front of the river with the knife in hand.

There is only one slender herring tail in the water, and this fish that grows in dark areas will emit cyan light spots, gather together, and sway slightly through the water waves.

Zhou Shuang looked at the river carefully, and did not find the three monsters that would exist in the water.

When he was about to look up, he suddenly saw a pair of cold and quiet eyes reflected on the water, like a Beidou high above, exuding a look like a blade, looking down on him.

His heart was beating hard.

Zhao Li, who was ten steps away from him before, had already appeared behind him.

I didn't hear a single voice!

The hairs on Zhou Shuang's back exploded, and he was about to shoot with a knife with his backhand, but another powerful palm also grabbed the handle of the knife, and then there was a low sound of breaking the air, Zhou Shuang only felt that his neck was broken by a sharp weapon, and the boundless pain attacked him, blood continued to flow out, and his roar was fiercely covered back into his throat by the other hand.

Zhou Shuang's abdomen was immediately hit with a fierce knee, scattering the last of his strength.

He finally clutched his neck, staggered to the side, leaned against the stone, and then, little by little, sat down slowly.

The massive loss of blood took away his strength.

He was speechless, and could only gasp for breath.

A pair of eyes saw Zhao Li standing one step away, and Zhao Li's left hand grasped a sharpened sharp stone, which was stained with blood and dripping silently.

Stone knives.

Zhou Shuang suddenly remembered that some time ago, every night, there would be a somewhat harsh friction sound every once in a while, because the frequency was too low, they didn't care, but now he finally understood the source of this sound.

The sacrifice in front of him, who had always behaved cowardly and honestly, had been waiting for them to relax their vigilance at night to sharpen this stone knife.

He thought of a man who had been beaten to the point of being bruised in the dead of night, grinding the stones in the dim and deep grotto, sharpening his blunt mouth, and in the dim light emitted by the herring, those eyes revealed the calmness he had just seen.

Zhou Shuang couldn't help but feel fear and chill in his heart.

Zhao Li didn't give him a chance to speak, stepped forward in two steps, pressed his knee Zhou Shuang's arm holding the knife, and used the rough stone knife in his left hand to mend the wound of Zhou Shuang's major artery, making sure that he was dead, and the palm of his hand steadily peeled off the fur hunting suit on Zhou Shuang's body and put it on himself.

In order not to avoid Lou Zi, this scene has been repeated dozens of times in his dreams.

All the negative emotions were suppressed in the depths of his heart, Zhao Li took twenty-one seconds to change into that hunting outfit, and snatched the knife from Zhou Shuang's stiff hand, it was the color of bronze, but both the hardness and sharpness were completely different from the bronze in his memory.

Zhao Li held the knife in his right hand, lowered his head, lowered his voice, and cursed in a low voice in the slang of Tie Xi, and the two guards guarding the entrance of the cave glanced at each other, just as if Zhou Shuang had encountered something unpleasant inside, and did not think much about it.

"Brother Zhou, what's in there?"

The guard who said that he wanted Zhou Shuang to come out with snake meat muttered and turned his head.

Five steps away, he saw a figure in a hunting suit, and then he reacted, that face was not Zhou Shuang, and before he could open his mouth to call out, the bronze knife in Zhao Li's hand had already slashed out.

After countless repetitions in the dream, his body seemed to have changed because of it, and it only took a short period of practice in reality to make rapid progress.

This knife is almost comparable to the knife of his father in Hongfang's memory.

The blade broke through the guard's chest, blood gushed out, and the other guard only turned his head at this time, and saw his companion falling, a stunned look appeared on his face, Zhao Li had already let go of the handle of the knife earlier.

His right arm stretched out and slammed his arms around the guard's neck.

Many of the images in his memory have indeed dissipated, but some of them have been retained.

This dangerous move was the killing move in hand-to-hand combat in his memory, the guillotine that became famous because of Marcelo Garcia, during this time he mastered it with the crazy familiarity of the previous liver activity, Zhao Li's triangular area formed by his arms and shoulders was violently forced, and the internal qi instantly accelerated the circulation in his body, making the power of this move greatly increased.

The crunching bones of the click.

The guard's struggle stopped.

Usually there are seven people guarding here, and at night they are divided into groups of three or four, but at this moment another person is outside, and when he approached, he noticed this chilling sound, and rushed back quickly, and immediately saw a scene that made his scalp tingle.

A man in a hunting suit, half in the darkness and half illuminated by the firelight, leaned over and grabbed his knife.

There was a man lying next to him, bleeding all over the ground.

At his feet, the neck of another guard twisted at a shocking angle.

At the moment when this warrior could not contain his distraction, Zhao Li had already rushed forward, the Heavenly Power Internal Qi of the One Vein Realm rotated wildly, his right foot stepped forward violently, and the momentum of the forward rush turned into a force to the left, and his body rotated with the trend, holding the knife in both hands.

The blade is like a crescent moon.

The crescent moon flashed away.

The guard, whose trachea and blood vessels had been cut in half, covered his neck with both hands, his eyes full of fear and disbelief, this sacrifice who was so weak that he couldn't fight back when he was beaten up, actually did such a thing, his thoughts were interrupted, and he slowly fell to the ground.

Zhao Li held the knife and stepped out of the cave, standing in the moonlight, from this high place, overlooking the quiet tribe who rested early for tomorrow's sacrifice.

He took a deep breath.

The air was mixed with the smell of moisture, grass, and earth.

He grinned, the knife in his hand whining.

"I'm out ......"