As soon as Sun Yong climbed to the top of the sand pile and didn't catch his breath, he heard the Skywalker Flying Eagle say, "It's not good, run!" After saying that, the Skywalker Eagle flew to another sand pile first, leaving the Black Star Sun Yong with a bitter look on his face, and the dust on his face was turned into mud by tears.

He heard the rustling sound and felt the sand under his feet vibrating, and he used the last bit of strength to run down desperately, and if he ran slowly, his life would be gone.

For Sun Yong's life, the length of life depends on how fast he runs and how long he can run. If he really can't run, it means that his life is going to end at that moment.

He regretted why he didn't learn light skills in the first place. Light skill, he is not proficient in one of the most basic skills in this national art, although this has a huge relationship with his size, but this is definitely not a reason.

At this moment, he is full of remorse, he has a body of national arts, superb sword skills, but now he can't use it at all, he can only rely on the most primitive and basic running to save his life, this is simply a satire of his decades of national arts, it is an insult to his hard work, all the past insults to endure humiliation, he has to continue to run to save his life, but this is not an absolute guarantee.

He couldn't outrun the Escape Killer, and when he got down the sand, a white smoke on the ground had already overtaken him, and he stopped far in front of him, and he turned and ran to the left, and the white smoke made of ground dust once again overtook him.

He really couldn't run, and wanted to dig the ground with a knife, but the knife had long been thrown by him without knowing it, and he was desperate, and shouted: "You grandma's kind of seed will come out for me, what kind of man is hiding in the ground!"

This is almost his last strength, it is unrealistic to want to be louder, he doesn't know if the underground Escape Killer can hear it, anyway, he doesn't care, shaking his body, limping towards the exit, maybe he can also create a miracle like Qin Ruoqi, and can get out of this battlefield alive and well.

Every time he took a step, his heart began to get nervous, he was afraid that the next step would be his last step, the last step in his life, but he took more than a dozen steps in a row, and there was no movement under the ground.

The Skywalker Flying Eagle who was watching carefully at the top of the sand pile felt strange, could it be that Qin Ruoqi and their miracle would appear again? He waited and waited, thinking that this Escape Killer was really strange, when you ignored him, he ignored you, or the Black Star would be able to walk out alive this time!

As soon as he thought of this, he saw a white smoke travel from behind the Black Star at a very fast speed, almost in the blink of an eye, it reached the feet of Sun Yong, the Black Star, but fortunately, the white smoke overtook him and stopped ten steps in front of him.

Sun Yong, the black star, saw that the white smoke paused for a minute, and the white smoke did not move. After a minute, Sun Yong, the Black Star, continued to walk forward, exceeding where the white smoke had stopped, and after a dozen more steps, the white smoke overtook him again, stopping ten steps in front of him.

Skywalker Eagle couldn't see what was going on, could it be that this Lay Killer was playing a game with the Black Star? Or they had telepathy, I will go if you go, and I will stop if you stop. He couldn't help but laugh when he thought of this.

Black Evil Star Sun Yong walked past where White Smoke had stopped for the third time, and a white smoke overtook Black Evil Star Sun Yong for the third time and stopped ten steps in front of him.

The third time, the number three is a very magical number, many things are calculated in three, for example, there is a saying that there is no more than three, and the counting is also called one, two, three, and so on.

Sun Yong, the black star, stopped again, this time the pause was a little long, and he was also hesitating in his heart, whether to break through this magic number three, or okay, that white smoke may be his own hallucination, or a little trick played by a person, and he can't do what he does, even if he can do what he can do, isn't it just a death, what is there, anyway, he is like this now, he can't fight to the death, and he is tired and bored.

He was determined to give it a try, since Qin Ruoqi could walk out with Li Qiaolong on his back, then I should be able too.

Thinking of this, Sun Yong, the Black Star, once again moved his legs and began to walk, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps, six steps, seven steps, eight steps, nine steps, ten steps!

Eleven steps, twelve steps,........ Twenty steps, still no movement, twenty-one steps, the white smoke appeared again.

Skywalker Eagle thinks that this time it may be the same as the previous three times, the two of them are just playing a game, and there will be a fifth or sixth time.

Skywalker Flying Eagle watched the white smoke fly from behind the Black Star Sun Yong, and just as he was about to approach the Black Star Sun Yong, a red light suddenly appeared, and the red light passed directly between the legs of the Black Star Sun Yong, only to hear a creaking scream, the Black Star Sun Yong was instantly split in half, his brain and internal organs flowed to the ground, and the blood spurted out of Lao Gao, dyeing the white sand red.

Four is no more than three! Skywalker Eagle thought to himself, this is indeed the case. The Escape Killer didn't have the intention of killing Sun Yong at first, as long as he didn't move, he would be fine, he warned him three times! The first three times were warnings, but Sun Yong wanted to try his luck and insisted on trying the fourth time, and the fourth time, he was split in half!

What kind of national art is this, it turned out to be a red light that split people in half, and the skywalker flying eagle shuddered. He trembled with anger when he saw his fellow disciples and companions being split in half and killed in such a tragic way, but he had no choice, and his heart was infinitely sad, and he couldn't imagine that this would be the result today.

He began to think about his way out, and he saw the shortest way, which required him to fly over a series of sand piles, each of which could be briefly stopped, and then continue to fly to the next one.

Judging by the speed of the white smoke he had just observed, he couldn't catch up with him.

Thinking about stopping, Skywalker Flying Eagle was about to take off, he used his feet hard, took off, and then fell to another sand pile more than ten meters away, he didn't stop, his eyes glanced at the movement on the ground, and found that there was no white smoke and continued to fly, flying to the third sand pile.

The Skywalker Flying Eagle flew over eight sand piles in a row, and he didn't notice a single movement, and he felt that this Escape Killer couldn't catch up with him, and his heart was a little more relaxed.

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