Xu Yan's arms didn't have much strength anymore, and his physical strength was even more vain after a night of fighting. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It is impossible to escape Liao Jiuming's pursuit, the sky has gradually brightened, and if he stays outside, Xu Yan has almost no way to live, so he has to rush to the dark back kitchen.

Only in the dark, relying on the ability of his left eye to see at night, will he have a little more life, otherwise, he will definitely die today.

Seeing that the little Taoist priest did not flee elsewhere but rushed to the back kitchen, although Liao Jiuming chased after him, he did not use all his strength.

The back kitchen is very large, not only is there a lot of miscellaneous items, but it is even more dark at this time, if Lu Hai is really hidden inside, wouldn't he Liao Jiuming rush in and suffer a big loss.

Chasing to the door, Liao Jiuming stopped.

There is only one door in the back kitchen, and there is no exit, and that strange little Taoist priest can't escape.

Thinking of the extremely powerful stone before, Liao Jiuming's gaze became even more gloomy, and the horizontal sword was in front of him, splitting the door frame on the other side of the back kitchen door, and then he stepped in along the door.

The broken wooden door creaked and fell, and the left door frame that was knocked open by the cold thunder before, coupled with the right door frame that Liao Jiuming had chopped off, made the door of the back kitchen look like a giant beast's mouth, and the broken bricks and tiles were like fangs in the beast's mouth.

From the moment Liao Jiuming rushed into the back kitchen, the room became quiet, and Xu Yan, who was hiding in the shadows, pinched the stone tightly with his right hand, but did not send it out immediately.

In his eyes, Liao Jiuming was squatting at the door, motionless, his eyes flashing with cold light like a wild wolf, and his ears trembling from time to time, looking like a vigilant wild dog was distinguishing the direction of his prey.

Xu Yan has been in the mountains all year round, and he knows very well the purpose of the beasts shaking their ears.

That's recognizing danger or searching for food with far more human hearing!

Can he listen to the wind?

Xu Yan's heart, which had sunk to the bottom, became even heavier at this time.

The darkness in the back kitchen was his last chance to turn defeat into victory, because his hands could barely hit the last and third flying stone, and after the shot, his arms would be completely destroyed, and he would not be able to lift it without half a year's maintenance.

I thought that the last killing move would succeed under the cover of darkness, but now it seems that if Liao Jiuming can really listen to the wind and defend his position, two flying locusts will not be able to kill him.

The enemy has a good swordsmanship and can listen to the wind, so it becomes easier to block the flying stones.

Xu Yan's guess this time was actually correct, because the innate martial artist who broke through the second vein would have the ability to listen to the wind and argue!

Xu Yan's flying stone is indeed very strong, but the only drawback is the wind after the flying stone's shot, if the other party can listen to the wind and argue, the threat of the flying stone will become even lower.

Dead!

The little Taoist who escaped into the darkness, instead of getting any first opportunity, instead of getting any head-on, he fell into a mortal situation, and this big house of black holes may become Xu Yan's burial place.

Knowing that he was in a dead end, the heaviness in Xu Yan's heart was swept away, and a violent anger gradually invaded his heart, and his delicate little face began to twist and hideous, and his teeth were clenched, just like a dying beast.

When Xu Yan's little face began to be hideous, Liao Jiuming at the door slowly stood up.

There is only one person in the back kitchen, which is Liao Jiuming's conclusion after listening to the wind and arguing the position.

The ability of the second-vein innate martial artist gives Liao Jiuming a strength far beyond that of the first-vein martial artist, the back kitchen is said to be big and big, and small is also small, at this level of wooden house, it is not difficult for Liao Jiuming to determine whether there is someone hiding in the house.

The sound of breathing has become Liao Jiuming's means of distinguishing danger, he has been dormant at the door for a while, and there is no one in the entire back kitchen except for a small breath in the corner.

Since there is no ambush, then there is only that little Taoist priest in the back kitchen!

With Lu Hai's ability, he couldn't avoid listening to the wind and arguing about the position, so the lord of the big village slowly approached with a hideous face.

As long as the little Taoist priest is subdued, everything will be revealed.

The direction in which Liao Jiuming was traveling was where Xu Yan was hiding, and after seeing the other party approaching, Xu Yan slammed to the side and threw a big bowl out with his hand.

Click!

The big bowl was cut open by a sword, and Liao Jiuming's figure swept out in a hurry, since he confirmed the other party's location, how could he wait until the other party came out of the flying stone.

The more he is in a hurry, even if he is in the body, he can't play much, this is a common problem of human nature, Liao Jiuming's experience is not shallow, in the face of a half-old child, he knows very well how to deal with it.

The sword moved with him, and Liao Jiuming's long sword stabbed out like a poisonous snake, following Xu Yan's figure.

Hibernation at the door just now, Liao Jiuming not only wanted to identify whether there was an ambush in the big house, he was also adapting to the darkness in the house, just a short time of effort, his eyes could already see the situation in the house vaguely, at least when Xu Yan flew out, he could completely identify it.

The cunning flying centipede has the upper hand in front of a young man, not only is his swordsmanship superb, but in the messy back kitchen, Liao Jiuming's figure is also extremely flexible, and the nickname of the flying centipede is not called in vain.

Stepping on the stove with one foot, with the strength of the pedaling, Xu Yan's figure turned backwards in the next moment, and then avoided the sword that stopped him, and the big iron pot on the stove was split by Liao Jiuming's sword A huge gap.

The bones were sluggish, Xu Yan rolled on the ground, got up and threw himself at the place where the rice noodles were stacked, he wanted to raise the white face to block the strong enemy, but before he could get closer, there was a sword wind behind him again.

Seeing that the noodle bag was in front of him, the helpless Xu Yan had no choice but to slam his body short, avoiding a sword in embarrassment, and his body also fell to the ground, and before he could get up, his heart was trampled by a big foot.

After a night of busyness and fighting, coupled with the faint pain in his arms, Xu Yan was still a teenager after all, he had tried his best, and he did not escape the pursuit of the flying centipede after all.

With the sharp tip of the sword hanging in front of him, Liao Jiuming stepped on Xu Yan with one foot and said coldly: "What about Lu Hai, could it be that he was also killed by you?"

In the face of Liao Jiuming's questioning, Xu Yan couldn't even say a word, and the big feet in his heart had a huge force, which pressed him so hard that he couldn't breathe at all, and he felt that his sternum was about to be trampled on.

There was an incomparably hideous look in his eyes, and the little Taoist priest didn't look like a teenager, like a demon.

"Hand it over!"

Liao Jiuming's gloomy cold words sounded above Xu Yan's head: "Hand over the antidote, otherwise, I will make your life worse than death." ”

Liao Jiuming's big feet shed a little force, Xu Yan gasped suddenly, and he roared hoarsely: "There is no antidote, when the poison is released, you will die worse than me!"

Boom!

stepped on the big foot suddenly, and almost didn't knock Xu Yan unconscious, Liao Jiuming's kick was merciless, and a trace of blood flowed down the corner of Xu Yan's mouth.

"In the hands of my Liao Jiuming, no one will be able to stand up, since you don't say it, I will torture you until you say it!"

The flying centipede who bent down, holding the sword in both hands, the scar on his face was like a centipede crawling, he still stepped on Xu Yan with one foot, aimed the tip of the sword at Xu Yan's eyes, and sneered, the head of the ruthless Yuanshan bandit stabbed the long sword down!