Chapter 297: Let's Count the Tribulation [1]
There is no time to delay, although under the control of the bronze ancient sword, the falling speed is not fast, but it still maintains a certain speed, Murong Yinzhu pulled out the soul breaking short knife inserted in the boots, and did not inject aura, but just used his own strength to insert it into the stone wall.
Although the Soul Breaker is also an artifact, it is not a sharp blade in the end, after inserting it into the stone wall, it did not slide much, he stopped falling, as for Xiu Yuntian, he inserted the bronze ancient sword into the stone wall again, almost reaching the hilt, such a depth is enough to bear the weight of his own person and no longer fall.
Both of them stopped, the two of them were not far apart, and Murong Yinzhu also let go of Xiu Yuntian's hand, and the platform of the cave was not far from the two of them.
"Whew-" Murong Yinzhu exhaled lightly, then looked at Xiu Yuntian next to him, "Can I jump over, can you?" ”
Even in the mist, Murong Yinzhu could clearly see that Xiu Yuntian's face was not good-looking, and he was staring at the platform over there with a stinky face.
Looking at his appearance, the light exercise method is not his strong point, about this distance, he can't jump over, but with his pride, he can't say the word "can't jump", so he paused stiffly, stuck in this simple problem that can't be simple.
"Do you have any other weapons?" Murong Yinzhu asked, not waiting for him to answer Fang Cai's question, anyway, there was already an answer, "I inserted it in the middle, so that you can step on it, I have no spiritual power, I really can't use Fang Cai's spiritual energy silk to entangle you." ”
He helped her just now, and she won't ignore him now, she can't owe anyone else.
Xiu Yuntian was stunned, and then his free hand slashed across the void again, and then pulled out a short knife and threw it to Murong Yinzhu to express his opinion in a silent manner.
Sure enough, it was a stinky young man, and when Murong Yinzhu took his short knife, he looked at the stinky expression on his face, and it was this idea that instantly appeared in his heart.
This distance is not long, and it is enough to pass without using spiritual power, and there are still some places to settle on this cliff, but they can't stay, they can only borrow strength. But that was enough, Murong Yinzhu spent two or three seconds observing this place, and then acted.
With a leap of her body, she pulled out the broken soul, jumped to the middle, inserted the short knife that Xiu Yuntian gave her into the middle of her stay, and then jumped lightly, and landed on the platform steadily, the whole movement was smooth, and there was almost no pause.
This platform is very narrow, it is good to accommodate two people, the ground is clean, it is a white hard rock, but the miasma on this platform is very thick, almost ordinary people can not breathe, she can naturally bear it, but I don't know if Xiu Yuntian can.
Just thinking about it, Xiu Yuntian fell, his movements were not very elegant, and he almost rolled on the ground, if he hadn't held it hard.
"Ahem, light work is not my forte." Xiu Yuntian cleared his throat to relieve his embarrassment, "Also, your method is not good, don't underestimate that short knife, it is a relic of the ancient battlefield, it is very precious, and it can't be taken down now." ”
"Can't you get it back?" Murong Yinzhu looked at his expression and suddenly smiled, "You wait a minute." ”