The girl who was thrown up from the back of the fierce bird, the petite figure first rose slightly, and the distance between it and the falling fierce bird widened, and then, fell extremely fast.

As she was tossed out of the air, she held the severed ribbon in one hand and wrapped it around her arm.

When she fell at a rapid speed, still twenty or thirty meters from the ground, one hand was thrown out, and the other end of the ribbon was wrapped around a branch that was not too thick or too thin.

When the ribbon was straightened, she was only about two meters above the ground.

Unleashed the ribbon and fell to the ground with a thick layer of dead leaves.

Struggling to sit on a tree trunk, gasping violently, but unable to move anymore.

At this moment, the night is fading, the dawn is approaching, and the light is a little more obvious.

Her series of violent actions cracked the wounds on her body, and fresh blood oozed out again, mixing with the already dried bloody clothes on her clothes.

"Whoa!!"

In the distance, there was a series of loud noises that were even more violent, which were caused by the death of a fierce bird falling into the jungle.

The emaciated middle-aged pursuer who followed behind did not come to the place where the girl fell for the first time at this moment, and he was not worried that she would be able to escape.

Instead, he drove the fierce bird under his feet to chase after another fierce bird that had died and fallen.

Finally stopping next to the place where the death bird had fallen, he walked down, staggering a little, as if the previous series of actions had not taken a light toll on him.

And just as he stepped on the ground, the fierce bird under his feet for him to ride completely exhausted his last breath and closed his eyes forever.

He ignored this, but went to the falling fierce bird, crouched down next to the wound caused by the dark blue sword in its abdomen, and tried to reach out and pull it out, but when he was close to the wound, he stopped abruptly.

He broke a tender green branch with a lot of life and poked it into the wound.

Zi –

The wound that looked unusual, but the moment the grass approached, it made a violent corrosive sound, and a thick black and foul smell came out as if the leather had been incompletely burned.

However, the middle-aged man who had already taken precautions threw away the branch as soon as possible and slammed backwards.

Coldly watched as the carcass of a huge ferocious bird turned into a puddle of dark and foul-smelling liquid at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Soul poison?" he said to himself with a sneer, "At a young age, there are quite a lot of tricks, but after all, it is a little tender!"

He also figured out at this time, since the previous jungle entanglement, the last guard force blew itself up, causing major damage to himself, and there were only two fierce birds left, this little niece who seemed to him was too weak to resist, and fled alone with serious injuries, she actually quietly set up a trap for herself.

She didn't rush it sooner or later, but chose to trigger the vitality of the mount fierce bird when her first fierce bird died and the second fierce bird's vitality was overdrawn for most of the time, and narrowly avoided two sword attacks, just to let herself choose between watching her escape victoriously and using the Youlan Flying Sword.

At that time, time was in a hurry, and he didn't have time to think about it at all, let alone let her escape successfully, so he had to use the body of the Youlan Flying Sword.

Then he made trouble in the body of the mount fierce bird, banned the Youlan Flying Sword, and secretly put down the vicious thing of the Soul Poison, if he really reached out and pulled it in just now, the whole body would be festering at this moment, right?!

Fortunately, when he noticed that the flying sword did not fly out of the fierce bird's body, he secretly kept an eye on it.

That's not the trick!

"Good hearted! Good courage! Hey, I underestimated you before!"

With his own caution and prudence, he escaped a well-laid death trap, and he was a little afraid of luck in his heart, but he was relieved in his heart. I also have to admire the mental patience of this little niece who was underestimated by herself.

But—alas, you still have to die after all.

He shook his head.

Analyzing the situation just now, he secretly warned himself that even if he faced a rabbit, he couldn't really lose his vigilance, and his eyes searched for the dark and foul-smelling liquid, and soon, he saw the little blue sword again.

However, at this moment, there is no beautiful and dreamy blue at all, it is wrapped in a thick black stench with a little sticky liquid, and in a large pool of foul-smelling liquid of the same color, only a little sword-shaped appearance can be faintly seen.

He didn't dare to use his spirit to ingest it at all, who knew if there were any traps hidden in it, so he took a few dry wooden sticks and pinched out the Youlan Flying Sword like chopsticks and vegetables.

I found a small flowing stream nearby, washed the foul rot on it, and at a glance, as far as I could see, there were fish turning out of their white bellies and surfacing from the water one after another.

He looked at the small sword between the two sticks again, the beautiful blue color was gone, as if it had been eroded by the wind and rain, it was dim and mottled.

He tried to use his mind again, and the originally clear connection became vague, and he could no longer use his mind to trigger the sword rays, let alone directly control the body of the sword.

And its power, I'm afraid there is not even a tenth of it left.

His face became very ugly, and he clearly showed pain.

Although he had expected it when he pulled it out of the pile of rotten liquid, he still couldn't hide his bad mood at the moment.

"Damn it!"

Putting the little blue sword in his arms again, he finally walked towards the place where his little niece fell.

No matter how clever she is, in the face of absolute power, it is a small trick, not to mention, in her current state, I am afraid that she doesn't even have the ability to struggle to stand up, right?!

After a while, he saw her in the distance, leaning against the trunk of a tree, covered in blood.

It seemed that the fresh blood was almost gone, even if there was obviously a penetrating wound caused by a hideous sword in the abdomen, but almost no fresh blood flowed out.

Even the breathing became very, very faintly weak.

His eyes, which had been closed, seemed to hear his footsteps, and they opened them with difficulty, looking at him.

In the bright, black-and-white eyes, there is no anger, no hatred, only a thick incomprehension and doubt, and a kind of stubbornness that wants to understand even if it is death.

"Uncle Zhang...... Why?" she asked, struggling.

The middle-aged man suddenly paused when he approached twenty or thirty meters in front of her.

Instead, he took a few steps back, not approaching at all, and sat cross-legged under a big tree, facing the girl opposite.

He took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and poured out two pills and swallowed them into his mouth.

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