Chapter Seventy-One: Twelve Absolute Learning

Listening to Lin Yibo chattering behind his back, Bai Xiaotian couldn't help but say, "What you said is light, you can do it?" If you don't have the ability, don't talk, and we'll all die here if we're not careful. ”

Lin Yibo was speechless, but he was not angry, now was not the time to be rash. The guard's attack was not vegetarian, and his own body was marked with countless bloodstains. Compared to the degree of injury, he is no different from Bai Xiaotian.

He thought silently: "He is still a child, and I don't know him like him." Lin Yibo organized the language and said, "I know I can't do it, but I can try." If I can't, maybe you can! ”

Under the strong pressure, Bai Xiaotian was very irritable, and finally eased up under Lin Yibo's soft words. Just now, he was also stubborn for a while, and after saying it, he regretted it a little. The strange and dangerous situation has not yet broken through, and he actually played a petty character. This is really something that shouldn't be done, but fortunately, the person on his back has a good temper and doesn't care.

I don't understand why Bai Xiaotian was still impatient at first, but in a blink of an eye, he became well-behaved. At this time, Lin Yibo couldn't be allowed to think about anything else, he could only say quickly: "The flying sword only hurts you, but it can't kill you!" When the time is about to fight, when it is broken, rush over and kill him! If you don't go now, you won't have a chance if the injury gets worse! ”

"Rush! Rush! You can do it! If it's a man, you rush over and kill him! ”

Bai Xiaotian was already a little stunned, and his crazy mood had not eased much. The loss of his clan made him angry, and this anger gave him infinite courage. Being provoked by Lin Yibo like this, he didn't care about it, if he wanted to die, he would die together, anyway, he wouldn't suffer a loss, he should avenge all the clansmen.

Without worries, Bai Xiaotian became brave, he just protected his head and rushed forward. The flying sword roared like a long dragon, but it was all broken through by Bai Xiaotian. In an instant he was in front of the guard and punched the guard in the head. The guard controlled the flying sword and felt the momentum of the impact, and he was a little flustered but could still deal with it.

Ducking his head to dodge the deadly fist, he dodged out of the gate. Behind the gate was an extremely long passage, and Lin Yibo shouted with a happy look: "Rush forward, we can escape with blood when we get out of the gate!" It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and he will come back to take revenge when his strength has improved by leaps and bounds! ”

Bai Xiaotian heard that he didn't care about his opponent in front of him, so he just rushed forward with all his strength. This is the only way to live, if you still can't catch the clansmen, you will die in vain. Even with endless sadness in his heart, Bai Xiaotian knew that he would never fail the opportunity that his clan had exchanged for his life.

As soon as the golden guard saw that the opponent did not fight, he scolded, "Why did you still run away? I have the ability to come back and fight! I won't kill you, sir, even if I lose. After saying that, he chased forward, and was bound to correct this opponent who only knew how to escape.

It happened suddenly, and the guard didn't give a warning at all. Escaping the Inhumans was a big mistake for him, and it would be nice to be able to solve it himself. Seeing that his opponent would only run away, he couldn't help but despise a little in his heart. The captain always says that Inhumans are terrifying, why do I think Inhumans are so weak?

He whipped the Inhumans every day, and if the Inhumans hadn't tortured him that day, he would not have felt comfortable. Only the days of the day when the Inhuman was whipped could end. This is the habit of many people, and they are a unique fighting people. They are the only ones who can confront the Inhumans head-on and treat them as slaves.

The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is to visit the Inhuman, pick up a whip and whip it casually. I also take care of it when I rest at night, and only then can I feel safe when I sleep. Their lives are inseparable from the spice of the Inhuman, and the roar of the Inhuman is the most beautiful voice in their hearts.

People from the outside world say that they are dirt buns, but on the other hand, they worship them very much. The root cause of this is that they are able to hunt down Inhumans, so that other soul-eaters who flee from the wind are nothing more than prey for vanity in their eyes. Because the Soul Eaters could not devour and infect them, their husks were all like gold, iron, wood and stone. The blood in it is hidden deep and usually does not leak through.

Inhumans have a lot of headaches when they face them, because many secret techniques have no effect. Bronzed skin is their symbol, and the last thing an Inhuman wants to see. When they encounter them, they will choose to retreat, and they are almost the natural enemies of the Inhumans.

The guards have always despised these Inhumans, and of course hated them. After all, their juniors can't practice peerless skills like them, and being caught by an alien is a massacre. The intelligence of the aliens is extremely high, and for this kind of species that is extremely threatening to them, how can they not find a way to curb their development.

When encountering the SunClan's settlement, the only thing Inhumans can do is send countless soul-eating creatures to attack. Zombies and the living dead are the most common offensives, and many times they take the risk to do it themselves. As long as the Inhumans encounter the Sun Clan, both sides will die. In this way, the longer the time passes, the deeper the hatred between the two sides.

Of course, Bai Xiaotian and Lin Yibo, who had escaped, didn't know these things, but they were glad that the guard didn't give a warning. In this way, as long as they escape outside the door without the obstruction of a similar barrier, they can escape from this terrible place with blood.

The passage was long and dark, and Bai Xiaotian stumbled. Lin Yibo was not afraid of him falling, but his experience on his back was extremely poor. It wasn't a matter of comfort now, and he didn't have the details in mind. The guards chased after him very closely, and the flying sword came again desperately.

This time the flying swords were not so scattered, and a sword formation was formed under the command of the guards. They crisscrossed and the sword aura was pressing, and Lin Yibo's face changed several times, and even he felt threatened. Bai Xiaotian was not a fool, and he understood for the first time that this sword formation was probably not something he could break through.

Rushing out with the strength of his body before, it was just a hasty response. Resolutely broke out of the encirclement, and if you still want to do so, you can only be cut into pieces.

Bai Xiaotian couldn't hope that he would be reborn after cutting him into thousands of speeds, even if he had to cut him in two, he was afraid. Although it is true that Inhumans do not die under their special constitution, it will take a lot of time to recover. Every minute and every second of his escape counts now, and if he really takes such a risk, the consequences are obvious.

Bai Xiaotian no longer wants to be caught and whipped, his life is about to collapse these days. Lin Yibo woke up and only endured it for a day, but he stayed for many days. These brass-skinned savages are perverted and brutal, and they come to torture every day when they have nothing to do. Where did Bai Xiaotian receive this, he would rather die than be arrested again.

Lin Yibo saw through Bai Xiaotian's thoughts, and hurriedly stopped: "Since the sword array can't rush, then we'll kill that guard!" If you want to break into the sword formation in front of you, then you really can't be saved. ”

"Kill? How to kill? "Bai Xiaotian didn't have a good airway. He stopped where he was, not knowing whether to move forward or backward, as if he was dead no matter how he went.