Chapter 102: Dead End

After killing the corpse of the fixed soul, the front of the blocking soldiers gradually decreased, Qin Tian all the way to the "Heavenly Dragon Jue", especially the third type of "Dragon Battle in the Wild", gave full play to the advantages of fighting in groups, plus sometimes hidden swords, sometimes flying swords, in the flying corpses and bones, a ride in the dust, breaking through.

In terms of running, none of the zombies in the two realms are opponents of "Half-Step Jianghu".

On the cliff, the blood thirteen came to kill.

Nearly ten second-realm corpses that intercepted Blood Thirteen also discovered that something was wrong at this time, if Blood Thirteen and Qin Tian were in the same group, there was no reason not to fight with them for so long.

At this time, Qin Tian was far away, and these corpses couldn't catch up at all, and when he hesitated under his feet, Blood Thirteen had already chased after him like the wind.

Qin Tian ran out of the canyon, and was six or seven miles away from the Blood Thirteen, and immediately ran to the mountains and forests after rejoicing in escaping, relying on the speed of his own martial arts realm, although there was a gap with the Blood Thirteen, it was not as big as when he was in the eighth order of the wrestler.

As long as there is a primeval forest to block it, it will definitely be able to escape the pursuit of Blood Thirteen.

However, after he ran forward for a while, he soon found that there was a reason why the corpse did not place heavy troops behind the canyon.

Because, after running out of the north mouth of the canyon, there are still thousands of cliffs on both sides, four or five miles away, but the river is abandoned.

The surging abandoned river is thousands of zhang wide and hundreds of zhang deep.

The torrent is angry, and even the gods are difficult to fly.

With such a natural danger, there is no need to send many troops to guard it.

Qin Tian turned around slowly, but he didn't expect to give up his life to escape, but what he fled to was a dead end.

Blood Thirteen laughed from afar:

"Hahaha, boy, I stood high on the cliff and looked far away, and I saw that there was no way out here, but you kid was in the dark. How about it, do it yourself, or do you stick the sword in your chest?"

Qin Tian asked coldly, "Did the Jia family send you?"

"When death comes, I will give you an understanding, the Jia family can't wait for you to die, spend 120,000 taels of silver to buy your head, however, Lao Tzu can't make money from this transaction. ”

"It took four or five days, and the injury was not light, and the healing pills in the past three days cost tens of thousands. has been doing this for more than 20 years, and Lao Tzu has missed this time. ”

"Boy, take your life, otherwise Lao Tzu will lose a lot!"

Blood Thirteen came in a hurry.

Fight!

Qin Tian practiced and rushed head-on.

There is no way out, then there is only an attack.

Although there was a huge gap in strength, Blood Thirteen was quite seriously injured when he fought against the elders of the three major three realms, and it was impossible for him to recover all of them after hiding on the cliff for two or three days.

"Bloody Palm!"

"Dragons are in the wild!"

"Boom ......"

The four palms collided, bursting out with huge energy, and the qi waves dispersed layer by layer, and the nearby dust was swept into the sky.

Qin Tian snorted and flew out upside down, all the martial intent on his body was broken, and blood spurted wildly.

He was injured before the Blood Thirteen, and he still underestimated the Three Realms of Martial Artists.

He made the most perfect preparations, hoping to attract Blood Thirteen's attention with his palms, and then desperately risk being injured and bypassing Blood Thirteen with the help of supreme steps, but this plan still fell through.

The Three Realms are the Three Realms, he was injured, his strength dropped greatly, and Qin Tian of the First Realm was still as fragile as a fallen leaf in front of him.

"Peng!"

Qin Tian's butt landed on the ground, fell heavily on the edge of the abandoned river, and struggled for a long time, but he still couldn't get up.

This seemed like a simple move, but he attacked with all his strength, and all the little qi and blood he had was exhausted.

In the crystal nucleus, there are only 9 points left.

"Pump...... Leave!"

He shouted weakly in his heart, only to feel that his internal organs were completely displaced, and at this time, if Blood Thirteen flew over, one foot could trample him to death.

Blood Thirteen was more than a dozen feet away, with his hands behind his back, pacing slowly, with a smug smile on his face.

"The surname Qin, do you know the gap? With a palm, you haven't even opened Lao Tzu's wound, although I'm curious, in such a short period of time, how did you break through from the eighth order of the wrestler to the realm of martial artists, but what Lao Tzu is anxious about now is not to solve this mystery, but to ask for your life!"

Qin Tian felt that something was scratching his back, and it hurt terribly.

I touched it and was stunned.

It is in the temple of the sect, the flying sword copied by hand, an ancient weapon brought out by the mage from the heavenly cave, which can drip blood to recognize the master.

He stooped down and slapped his waist as the scabbard jumped.

Draw your sword in mid-air.

"Shhh

Qin Tian placed the long sword horizontally under the wound, trying to soak all the sword body as much as possible, and then flipped the sword body, and the other side was also soaked in blood.

In his heart, he prayed silently, the cave mage of dog R, you must not lie to Lao Tzu when you step on the horse, if the blood is useless to recognize the master, Lao Tzu has so much blood, at least half of the blood value will be consumed.

Blood soaked the sword.

He stared at Blood Thirteen, who was slowly coming with a wild laugh, and instead of retreating, he also walked forward.

The sword body of "Silk Silk ......" emitted a greedy blood-sucking body, and all the blood was dried up in an instant, and the sword body on both sides seemed to have never been soaked in a little blood.

Then, a bloody light leaked from the sword body, with a sharp murderous aura.

As soon as Qin Tian's spirit moved, the murderous aura surged with the blood light. The spirit notices to the left, and the murderous aura follows to the left.

Great, I didn't lie to me!

Qin Tian exclaimed in his heart, and his subordinates didn't dare to slack off at all.

Holding the scabbard in his right hand, he slammed his left arm into it, and blood poured down like a pour, filling the entire scabbard.

The flying sword in the scabbard made a strong "silk" sound.

Murderous!

Blood Thirteen smiled: "Pretending to be a ghost, is it useful? I thought you committed suicide with a sword, but I didn't expect to use blood to raise a sword, sharpen a gun in battle, and play a few times!"

Qin Tian walked forward quickly, and when he saw that he was already six or seven zhang away from the river, and was less than one zhang away from Blood Thirteen, he stopped.

"Bang dang. ”

The blood-soaked scabbard was thrown to the ground.

Qin Tian looked up to the sky and sighed, his face full of helplessness: "Yes, I have an ordinary long sword in my hand, how can I kill you, a martial artist of the Three Realms? ”

"Hahaha...... Those who know the times are Junjie, everything is over, surnamed Qin!"

"Bloody Palm!"

Blood Thirteen jumped high and slapped it with one palm, and Qin Tian, who was seriously injured, was completely disdainful.

Qin Tian feigned his palm, and suddenly connected his toes and jumped backwards.

"Even deception can't escape the fate of being slaughtered!"

"Boom ......"

Although Qin Tian had made ten thousand assumptions in his heart, he still couldn't escape from the palm wind, and flew backwards towards the river again.

In mid-air, the sound of "Gegege" was heard, his chest was violently dented, his ribs were all broken, and then his chest exploded, and a large blood flower bloomed.

However, Qin Tian had a smile on his face: "Lao Tzu is dead, and he has to pull a cushion!"

"Here comes the sword!"

"Whoosh ......"

Behind Blood Thirteen, the scabbard lying on the ground suddenly steamed with blood, and the long sword flew out of the sheath, followed by twelve short swords.

"What?"

Blood Thirteen turned sharply, his palms empty.

However, it was too late, two short swords were flapped away, and ten short swords were neatly inserted into his chest.

Ancient weapons.

He was defenseless again.

Turning around sharply, he faced Qin Tian in astonishment: "Lao Tzu killed you!"

He jumped up like a bloody man, threw out his fists, and struck at Qin Tian.

The long sword whistled in the air, and suddenly swept through the air, circling the neck.

"Goo-dong!"

The bloody thirteen skulls fell to the ground with their necks off the ground.

The headless corpse continued to pounce, and halfway through, its fists loosened weakly, slamming into Qin Tian's body, and the strong inertia caused the two of them to roll down quickly towards the river.

Qin Tian, who was completely powerless, was hit with a big hole in his chest, and his bones were broken, and he wanted to avoid it, where could he afford to raise a little strength.

He raised his eyes, Lao Tzu is going to die, take a look at the blue sky of the land of Longluo.

Underestimating this killer, Tama's head was cut off, and he still wants to push Lao Tzu into the river?

"Boom!"

A person and a corpse fell into the river, and then they were swallowed by the raging river, like two small pebbles falling into the ocean, and there were not even a few splashes in the waves.