Chapter Twenty-Three: The Word Retreats from the Enemy
Zhao Feichen was stunned, he didn't expect Feng Yexin to be nearby, and he seemed to have a shot to stop the tube.
For a moment, he even wanted to turn around to help, but the rear instantly turned into an earth-shattering collision!
The hurricane swept a dozen meteor-like boulders, completely leveling everything in its path, and the cold wind quickly swept away, changing the color of the heavens and the earth, and the grass and trees fell for it, and people could not open their eyes.
This is simply a fight between immortals, whoever goes in will suffer, Zhao Feichen is not so self-conscious, and immediately dispelled the thought of going back.
He and He Qiao'er didn't know how long they had been fleeing, and the boundless darkness suddenly stretched endlessly in front of them.
It turned out that this was the real black mud swamp, which was just the outer edge of the swamp before, and unlike the scattered green swamps along the way, in addition to the black mud floating in the black mist, it was a fossil-like black forest.
The hazy black fog seems to absorb light, and the sunlight can't penetrate much at all, and the line of sight can't see far. Countless black bubbles bubbled on the black mud surface, and the white bones of various plants and animals floated in it, like a large pot of boiling thin black porridge, both in color and smell, it was disgusting.
He Qiao'er threw the mud sled in his hand into the mud at once, and the whole person jumped up, turned around and stretched his arms and said: "Brother Feichen, jump up, the swamp mud is highly toxic, don't touch ......"
She pressed Zhao Feichen, who jumped over, on the head of the sled and sat down, while she curled up at the end of the sled and rowed the black mud vigorously with a hunting knife.
The mud sled moves quickly on the mud swamp from slow to fast, like a sleigh sliding on the snow, swishing in the ears.
The vision behind him was obscured by the thick black fog, and the surrounding light gradually darkened.
Vaguely, Zhao Feichen saw that the tube was rushing to the edge of the mire, his hair was scattered, and his appearance was very embarrassing, obviously just after a fierce battle, he was holding a slender lightsaber in his hand, and the sword body was shining with a misty orange light, which seemed to be able to illuminate the deep and extremely black fog, conspicuous but not dazzling. The huge black howler followed him, barking incessantly.
Zhao Feichen's heart chuckled, what about the wind and night? If you can catch up here, does it mean that Feng Yexin has failed...... Or even dead?
"You can't escape!" The orange sword in his hand was raised high, the orange color was shining, and it appeared brighter, and he jumped into the mire all of a sudden, running like he was walking on the ground, and the black roaring dog actually followed.
He Qiao'er was stunned and exclaimed: "Impossible! ā
How can a man and a dog run on a sparse muddy surface? She couldn't figure it out at all.
Zhao Fei guessed that this was some kind of Dao technique, and immediately rushed to the pipe and shouted "scatter" a few times, but the Holy Words technique seemed to have lost its effect, and it had no effect at all.
He Qiao'er's eyes were sharp, and she shouted, "Look at his feet...... The mud has become a slate! ā
Zhao Feichen suddenly changed his target, and shouted at the slate: "Scatter!" ā
Guan Zhong's face changed slightly, and the orange sword light in his hand exploded, and an orange dazzling light cover was faintly revealed, and with Zhao Feichen's voice, layers of ripples were shaken, like water waves smashed by stones.
Only then did Zhao Feichen realize that the Holy Word Technique was not omnipotent, at least there was a way to completely block it.
However, being stopped does not mean that it is useless, and the speed of peeping in the tube is significantly slower. Zhao Feichen's voice was like substance, and every sound was like a boulder smashing suddenly, and every time it smashed, it made a peep in the tube.
One person chased and one shouted, and the two sides were so deadlocked, they couldn't get close, and they couldn't get far.
The deeper the mud sled sliding, the thicker the black fog became, and finally the visibility was less than 10 meters.
The bright orange sword is like a lighthouse, and Zhao Feichen can still see the peep in the tube clearly, and the peep in the tube can no longer see Zhao Feichen in front of him.
At this time, the distance between the two parties gradually widened, Zhao Feichen closed his mouth smartly, and without saying a word, He Qiao'er also rowed the mud sled left and right, anyway, he didn't go in a straight line.
There was an impatient roar from the tube, and the barking of the black howling dog became more and more urgent.
Seeing the orange light fading away and the sword dimmed, it was not until they could no longer see that the two breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhao Feichen sat down sweating profusely. He Qiao'er still held the hunting knife and continued to scratch the mud, her expression was much more relaxed, she bit her lip and smiled: "It's really hanging!" Brother Feichen is still powerful, but just shouting a few voices will make the cultivator embarrassed. ā
Zhao Feichen said with a smile: "You can't catch up with us now!" ā
"The Black Howler is very talented, and it can definitely hunt in the black swamp, and it is difficult to shake it off."
He Qiao'er was full of regret, and even a little reluctant: "People have always wanted to catch one!" ā
Zhao Feichen was dumbfounded when he heard it: "It's endless, when is it a head...... No, without Taoism, the Black Howler can run on the swamp? ā
He Qiao'er smiled: "Of course not, but the black mud swamp is not full of mud, there are always large areas of land." ā
She said confidently: "Don't worry! The danger here is far beyond the periphery, whoever walks faster will die, and I believe that the monk is no faster than me. ā
"I see, that's ......" Zhao Feichen looked at it privately, under the thick black fog, he couldn't see far at all, and couldn't help but say with a bitter face: "It's so dark nearby, you can't see the sky or the ground, you won't get lost!" ā
"It's okay......" He Qiao'er quickly escaped a small copper round cake from his backpack, looked down, looked around carefully, and slid the mud sled: "Go here." ā
Zhao Feichen recognized what this thing was at a glance, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief...... With a compass in hand, of course not afraid of getting lost.
He Qiao'er waved the hunting knife and swiped for a while, and there was a vibration at the bottom of the mud sled, the speed slowed down, and the sled slowly stopped.
She poked her knife around, and said in a low voice: "It's on the ground, try to be quiet, there was such a big movement just now, I'm afraid that the giant beast in the black mire will wake up, and it is likely to jump around." Now follow me carefully, it's hard to distinguish between the mud and the mud here, and you can't make a mistake. ā
Zhao Feichen nodded again and again.
He Qiao'er jumped off the sleigh, grabbed the internal beam, held it in front of him like a shield, held the hunting knife flat in the other hand, half-squatting, and with every step, the hunting knife poked hard at the ground in front of him, testing whether it was a swamp.
At the slightest movement nearby, she would nervously stop, holding up her mud sled shield and circling around carefully. Sometimes it was calm nearby, and there was not even a sound, but she would lead Zhao Feichen around for a long time.
Groping forward so cautiously, of course, the speed couldn't be fast, Zhao Feichen was not only worried that strange insects or beasts would suddenly appear around him, but also worried that he would be chasing after him, and he was very nervous.
In the distance, there was a sudden loud noise, and Zhao Feichen couldn't help but secretly rejoice: This guy doesn't know what he bumped into again, he should be able to hold on for a while!
He Qiao'er turned pale and said nervously: "This adult doesn't know anything, and he can mess around here!" ā
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