Diffuse didn't dare to look back, because he guessed what was happening behind him.

It's just that he hasn't figured out what happened to all this, why Wang Yong, who was obviously bleeding dry, suddenly came back to life.

It's okay to come back to life, why do you suddenly have such an ability to defy the sky?

Jack didn't see it clearly, but he did. Just now, Wang Yong just raised his foot, and the distance of more than ten meters was shortened, how could this speed comparable to the speed of sound appear in a person's body?

This is not scientific!

He only hates that he didn't have two more feet now, why is he running so slowly?

It's too slow, it's too slow!, Diffuse thought anxiously, doubling his speed again.

After killing Jack, Wang Yong looked around blankly as if he didn't know what to do, motionless.

"Teacher Wang, the big bad guy is running away!" Zhong Xin was also stunned by the sudden scene.

But in her heart, Wang Yong was close to omnipotent, and she didn't think much about this unbelievable change, but reminded Wang Yong.

"Ran away?" Wang Yong's dark pupils looked into the distance.

The trees, the wind, and the people were all reflected in this bottomless darkness, slowly spinning into a galaxy of sword intent.

"Can't run. "It's like answering Zhongxin, and it's like answering yourself.

Wang Yong finished speaking in a low voice and raised his feet slightly.

The whole person was like a fairy walking against the wind, and the body was together, and he chased after him lightly.

And when passing by Jack's body, Wang Yong also pulled out the dead branch inserted in Jack's body.

Even though the diffuse had run a few minutes early, even though the diffuse had already opened up a distance of hundreds of meters.

But in the face of Wang Yong's inhuman speed, he was still defeated.

Just in a blink of an eye, Wang Yong stopped in front of the diffuse.

He didn't speak, but the withered branch pointed at him, like a sword out of its sheath.

"No matter what you have become now, dare to stop me and die!" said the fierce face, with a faint green light radiating from his eyes.

brush, a military thorn appeared in his hand, and without saying a word, he stabbed at Wang Yong.

Wang Yong didn't react, and when the military spur was about to pierce his body, he moved slightly, and the military spur failed.

Then the withered branch in Wang Yong's hand lightly wiped the military thorn, and the sharp military thorn was actually stuck by a dead branch, as if it weighed a thousand catties.

"Hey, yes!" he used the strength of milk, but he couldn't make the dead branches move in the slightest.

The dry branch was as if it were cast of iron, and it didn't move.

As soon as Wang Yong's cold eyes turned, the withered branches followed suit.

As if it was adsorbed on a dead branch, it was taken off by Wang Yong and stabbed into a big tree next to it.

Then Wang Yong raised his hand, the withered branch was like a sword, and with a slight movement, he saw an indescribable rainbow light rise up and fall on his body.

Poof, a large rain of blood rose to the sky and sprinkled all over the ground. The diffuse head then flew into the air and crashed to the ground.

The two eyes were wide to themselves, and they were obviously dead.

A strong wind suddenly blew in the forest, blowing Wang Yong's clothes and hunting, blowing the leaves whining and whispering, and blowing the river quietly backwards.

This situation and this scene are very similar to what Du Fu wrote in his poem, "A dance of swords moves in all directions, and heaven and earth are low for a long time"!

If you are lucky enough to read the history books of the Tang Dynasty, you will know that there is a kind of swordsmanship that is never performed, and it is not called sword dance, but it is called sword weapon.

This kind of swordsmanship is only spread in the Tang Army, and its master is called Pei Min. Legend has it that Pei Min rode a horse and galloped, dancing with a sword on the horse, spinning left and right, and having a strict bearing. Throwing the sword dozens of feet into the air, it was as fast as lightning when it fell, but Pei Min was able to catch the long sword with the scabbard.

Pei Min used this kind of swordsmanship to "kill a tiger in thirty days one day"; he used this swordsmanship to accept an apprentice named Li Bai; and he used this swordsmanship to get a title.

Juggernaut.

The wind blew for a long time before stopping, and the sun set quietly during this time.

Zhong Xin looked at Wang Yong who was standing in the distance in amazement, and didn't dare to say a word.

Saying she was scared, she didn't feel it. I said I wasn't afraid, but I didn't dare to say a word.

She only felt that the person in front of her was very strange, and she didn't seem to be like her humorous teacher Wang.

Finally, when the night was about to envelop this world, Zhong Xin shouted timidly: "Teacher Wang." ”

Hearing this shout, Wang Yong's body that stayed in place reacted.

Boom, fall to the ground. Unconscious.

Zhong Xin was startled, and quickly got up and ran over.

When she ran in front of Wang Yong, she was stunned to find that the blood hole on Wang Yong's lower abdomen had been half healed at some point.

The remaining half of the wound was slowly closing, as if something was speeding up cell division.

"Teacher Wang, wake up, wake up. No matter how Zhong Xin called, Wang Yong didn't react.

When I sniffed, it was unusually faint. Fortunately, there is still breathing.

Click! Boom......

A bolt of lightning suddenly pierced the sky and exploded through the glade.

Dark clouds gathered overhead, but it was about to rain.

Zhong Xin glanced at the wooden house in the distance, resolutely picked up Wang Yong, and moved towards the wooden house with difficulty.

It's just that Zhong Xin's strength is weak, and before he reached the wooden house, he heard the sound of the rain, and the pouring rain fell from the sky, drenching the two of them in an instant.

When Zhong Xin finally got Wang Yong into the wooden house, the two of them were already soaked, cloudy and cold, and there was no warm place.

"No, if this continues, Mr. Wang will die. Zhong Xin looked at Wang Yong, who was soaking wet, and said anxiously.

turned around and saw a broken quilt in the corner of the wooden house, and hurriedly hugged it, removed Wang Yong's clothes, and wrapped it tightly with a futon.

And she herself was shivering in the cold wind and rain, and shrunk into a ball.

There was a click, and another thunderbolt fell, and the rain was even heavier.

Suddenly the dilapidated hut began to leak, and the already damp and cold house became even more unbearable.

Zhong Xin moved Wang Yong to a slightly higher place, for fear that the water in the house would soak Wang Yong. But this place is close to the window, and when the wind blows, the raindrops run into the house.

Zhong Xin could only block the window with his body and silently protect Wang Yong.

I don't know how long it took, but the heart of the rain-soaked bell could no longer hold on, and his head tilted and fell to the ground.

When he fell, his arms still hugged Wang Yong tightly, refusing to let Wang Yong suffer a little wind and rain.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the thunder rumbled and rang out incessantly. The first rain of early summer came without warning.

And in this stormy and turbulent, Wang Yong's voice murmured.

"You say it's not my sword? Hehe, what do you know?"

"What? really not, and since it's not, where is my sword?"

"Oh, there. It's a long way ......."

The sound faded into obscurity, obliterating in the rainy night.

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