Holding the immortal sword, walking in the stone forest, Wang Yi looked solemn. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was silence in the stone forest, and the silence made people panic, not even a trace of insect chirp.

Wang Yi has been walking in the stone forest for an hour, during which he has not encountered any living creatures, not even ants, except for stones or stones, although these stones are strange, but he will always get tired of seeing too much, not to mention that the silence in the stone forest makes Wang Yi feel a little depressed.

Stepping forward, just when passing a bucket-thick stone pillar, Wang Yi's role suddenly changed, only to see his body twisted at an exaggerated angle, at the same time, an arm suddenly stretched out from the stone pillar, a palm slashed at him, the speed of the palm was extremely fast, with a strong wind, because of the close distance, Wang Yi even smelled a disgusting fishy smell, but fortunately, Wang Yi's exaggerated twist, although the posture is not good-looking, but the effect is good, just dodged this attack.

After dodging this sudden blow, a cold light flashed in Wang Yi's eyes, and he used his true qi to slash at the stone pillar beside him with a sword.

Boom, the stone pillar with the thickness of the bucket fell in response, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust, seeing his masterpiece, Wang Yi did not have the slightest joy, he knew that his target had escaped.

The divine sense was released, and he searched the surroundings, without the slightest discovery, Wang Yi's expression became more and more solemn. Under such circumstances, Wang Yi did not act rashly, but stood in place, using his divine sense to control everything within twenty meters of his body, while the immortal sword flashed with purple lightning, ready to attack.

The reason why Wang Yi did this was really because the enemy was too weird, so he had to be careful, if the enemy's attack speed was a little faster, Wang Yi knew that he would probably not be able to dodge.

What really surprised Wang Yi was that he never relaxed his vigilance in his heart during the march, and always left a trace of divine sense to scan the surroundings, but the attack just now Wang Yi did not notice it at all in advance, although there are indeed some treasures and secret techniques in the Kyushu world that can evade the divine consciousness of monks, but these things are relatively rare, especially for low-level monks, and divine consciousness is generally only in-depth understanding of real monks.

Moreover, the enemy still launched an attack from the stone pillar, which shows that the enemy is also proficient in a spell similar to the Earth Escape Technique, and the Escape Technique is undoubtedly a precious and rare spell, anyway, according to Wang Yi's knowledge, so far, except for himself, he has never seen a second person who can escape the art.

Also, when the enemy attacked just now, Wang Yi glanced at it and found that the palm was a strange miserable green color, combined with the fishy smell he smelled, Wang Yi knew that that person should have a melee spell similar to his dead wood finger, and it was not a small poison.

When all these factors are combined, Wang Yi can't help but be very wary of this enemy he has never met, but the only good news is that the realm of this enemy should not be high, at least not much beyond himself, which can be seen from the palm he just had.

Time passed, Wang Yi waited patiently, without the slightest impatience, although a quarter of an hour passed, nothing happened, everything seemed calm, but Wang Yi knew that the enemy had not left, just watched himself from a corner, like an old hunter hunting his prey, calm and patient. After another quarter of an hour, nothing happened, Wang Yi knew what he should do, otherwise it would not be a way to keep it like this.

Put away the immortal sword, bless the light body technique, and with a light footstep, Wang Yi was like a catkins in the wind, floating forward.

After taking a few steps, Wang Yi canceled the light body technique and resumed his normal pace.

At this moment, a palm broke through the ground and grabbed Wang Yi's ankle, in the face of this sudden blow, Wang Yi did not have the slightest panic, but the corner of his mouth showed a smile.

I saw that the Immortal Sword suddenly appeared out of thin air, turning into a sword light and slashing down at the ground, as if it had anticipated the enemy's sneak attack.

Snort, the sword sank into the ground, and no sound came, as if it had been slashed into the air, and the arm had been retracted.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yi couldn't help frowning, the strangeness of the enemy was really a bit unexpected by him, and after three breaths, a little blood water came out around the immortal sword, staining the ground red, seeing this, Wang Yi's expression calmed down, and he knew that his calculation had not been in vain.

The place where Wang Yi lifted the light body technique and returned to his normal pace just now was not chosen at random, but carefully selected by him.

The place where Wang Yi stayed was a small open space, and there were no stone pillars within dozens of meters around, this kind of terrain greatly limited the enemy's ability to be elusive, and Wang Yi put away the immortal sword in order to tempt the enemy to make a move, the enemy could not imagine that the immortal sword was put into the dantian by him instead of a storage bag, as long as he moved his mind, he could cut it at will, and it was no different from holding it in his hand, or even faster.

It can be said that all these are traps carefully compiled by Wang Yi for the enemy, and the result is naturally that Wang Yi is even better, making the original hunter become the prey of the net.

Snort, he pulled out the Immortal Sword, and a stream of blood spurted out, Wang Yi turned a blind eye to this, luckily, and stomped lightly, and the ground suddenly cracked, revealing a corpse.

Taking out the corpse, Wang Yi took a closer look, and found that this person's face was very young, dressed in a cyan shirt, dressed as a standard disciple of Zhenhai Sect, and even Wang Yi was a little familiar with this person, because this person was also a member of Wu Sang's team, and it seemed that his surname was Xiang, as for what it was called, Wang Yi didn't know, but he knew that he often patted Wu Sang's sycophants, Wang Yi thought he was just a sycophant, but he didn't expect his strength to be good.

It's just that what really makes Wang Yi strange is that the face of this monk surnamed Xiang is pale, his lips are dark, he really doesn't look like a person who has just died, in order to confirm the guess in his heart, Wang Yi carefully examined it, and found that the body of this monk surnamed Xiang has become stiff, and even has a trace of corpse smell, all of which shows that this monk surnamed Xiang has long been dead.

Coming to this conclusion, Wang Yi's face changed, and Changsheng appeared in his hands again.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Yi cut open the abdomen of the monk surnamed Xiang with a sword.

The smell was pervasive, and the intestines were flowing all over the place, seeing this situation, Wang Yi still looked calm, his face did not change in the slightest, and he even squatted down and picked open the intestines with his sword to observe it carefully.

After careful examination, Wang Yi did not notice any abnormality in the abdomen of the monk surnamed Xiang, and after thinking about it, Wang Yi used his sword to cut open his chest cavity and took out the heart of the monk surnamed Xiang, which had turned dark red.

Cut the heart into small pieces, a small piece, Wang Yi still got nothing, and finally Wang Yi set his eyes on the head of the monk surnamed Xiang.

Swinging the immortal sword in his hand and slashing at the head of the monk surnamed Xiang, Wang Yi's movements were not fast, and he even felt a little cautious, but with the sharpness of the immortal sword, Wang Yi still cut his head very easily, as easy as cutting a watermelon, the only difference is that the watermelon is red inside, and the head is white inside.

With a sweep of his eyes, Wang Yi found something unusual.