readx;? The underground passage of Tianyun City is pitch black, dead and gloomy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A small mouse slowly came out, looked around very vigilantly, and moved cautiously, unconsciously approaching the black shadow curled up in the corner. Because the black shadow was motionless, the little mouse mistakenly thought that there was no threat, and at this critical moment, the black shadow pounced violently.

The rat chirped and screamed.

A teenager caught the mouse, and before the mouse could continue to struggle, he bit the mouse on the back and tore a piece of rat skin and rat meat fiercely, splashing a mouthful of fishy blood.

"Gross!"

The boy obviously did not have the adaptability of the wilderness people to eat everything, and before he could swallow it in his stomach, he was immediately stimulated by the rancid and disgusting smell and vomited, but he had been hungry for several days, and he had nothing in his stomach at all, and all he spit out was bile and gastric juice.

The young man knew in his heart that if he wanted to live, he had to endure it, he was unwilling to die here like this, only if he could live could he take revenge and do what he had to do. Thinking of this, the boy nibbled again, and he forced himself to swallow the disgusting food into his stomach.

At this time, there was a light behind him.

How can there be light in this place?

The young man turned his head suddenly, the light illuminated his face clearly, his long hair was messy, his face was full of dirt, his face was originally very handsome and friendly, but at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, the corners of his mouth were flowing with mouse blood, and there was a trace of mouse hair sticking to the side, he looked disgusting and hideous, his hands and feet were shackled and chained, and his body was injured in several places.

A low, hoarse voice came from the boy's throat: "What people!"

Slowly walked out of the dark passage a man in black with a lamp, black boots, black pants, black clothes and black gloves, wearing a black hood on his head, even his face was covered with a black mask, revealing only a pair of black deep eyes, although he was holding a lamp in his left hand, it made people feel dark and weird.

Qing Cang didn't answer, just glanced at the other party, he bent down and put the magic lamp beside him, his right hand was pulled from his waist, and the black short sword was pulled out silently, although the sword was dim, but under the light, it was filled with a strange and dangerous feeling.

The young man was shocked, he realized that this might be someone sent by Tianyun City to hunt him down, and hurriedly took a few steps back, subconsciously wanting to escape.

Who knew that at this time, Qing Cang rushed to the front.

Dangdang!

Liuli Feng couldn't see the other party's speed at all, only felt that his hands and feet were suddenly light, and the handcuffs and feet shattered one after another, and a long-lost freedom completely returned to his body. Qing Cang's left hand threw another thing, like an arrow at Liulifeng, Liulifeng hurriedly turned sideways slightly, only to hear a crisp bang, and the black steel pipe was inserted into the wall.

The thing that Qing Cang threw out, the Wandering Wind would not be unrecognizable, this is the Demon Hunter's standard weapon, the Exorcist Stick. Wandering Wind couldn't understand the actions of the man in black, and when he looked over and saw Qing Cang, he saw the other party standing silently in the dark, and even the magic lamp shining on him seemed to be slightly distorted, unable to really shine on him, and the black short sword was glowing with a faint killing intent.

"Pull it out. ”

Qing Cang opened his mouth to speak, probably not usually speaking, and Qing Cang's voice sounded a little hoarse, making it impossible to tell the real age. However, the Drifting Wind understood the other party's intentions, and Qing Cang was giving him a chance to fight.

In that case, let's fight!

Drifting Wind pulled the exorcist rod out of the wall, a strong desire to survive and a strong belief in revenge stirred in his chest, and he jumped up like a gust of wind to attack with his magic weapon, although he was hungry and thirsty for days, his body still burst out with great strength and speed.

Drifting Wind is still very good, at least much stronger than ordinary soldiers, but the exorcist stick stabbed four times and slashed twice, but the man in black was as light and weightless as a feather, and every time he floated outside the attack area, Drifting Wind didn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

Qing Cang raised the Scorpion Sword in his hand.

There was a sharp pain in the shoulders of the drifting wind.

The black blade plunged into the shoulders of the Drifting Wind.

Drifting Wind was only slightly stunned, and then let out an angry roar, blocking the Scorpion Sword with a single blow, and the exorcist stick stabbed at Qing Cang's neck again. With a flick of the short sword, the Exorcist Stick was easily removed, and the blade once again caused a wound in the Drifting Wind's chest. Ignoring the injury, he continued to attack, and the end result was another sword in the thigh.

The two fought each other for seven or eight rounds, and the Drifting Wind tried his best but still couldn't touch the other party's body, but every time Qing Cang counterattacked, he caused wounds on the Flowing Wind, and every wound was not fatal, the strength of the two people was very different, Qing Cang has never been a killer, is he trying to torture the Drifting Wind to death little by little?

Knowing that he was no match for the other party, he unleashed a suicidal charge.

Qing Cang kicked casually.

And he kicked him to the ground.

The exorcist stick jingles and rolls out.

Drifting Wind gasped for air, the pain of his wounds so severe that he could barely stand up, and he pounded the ground in rage, letting out the beast's near-death wail.

Qing Cang was still standing in place, his position had not changed since the beginning of the battle, and it was evident how comfortable he was with the Drifting Wind. At this moment, his dark eyes were locked on the drifting wind, but there was no sparkle in his eyes, neither hot nor cold, some were only indifferent, a kind of indifference that had no mercy or murder for the enemy.

"Is that what you can do?"

At the same time that Qing Cang broke the silence, the artifact Dark Scorpion was truly awakened, and purple-black energy emerged from the surface of the pitch-black blade, like a layer of flame wrapped around the blade, like the sword of the dead brought out of the underworld. Although Wandering Wind didn't know the horror of the Scorpion, he had already seen that this was an artifact, and it was an extremely dangerous artifact.

Turned out to be a demon hunter?

In other words, from the beginning, Qing Cang not only did not use all his strength, but he was not even a serious fight. Drifting Wind felt hopeless, such a terrible opponent was definitely not something he could contend with.

"Since the strength is so weak. Qing Cang slowly walked over with the Burning Scorpion: "You don't have to survive, send you on your way." ”

Wandering Wind watched the other party raise the Scorpion, his heart was shocked and frightened, he knew that he would never be able to block this sword, did he really want to die here and die in the hands of this demon hunter?

Come to think of it.

Drifting Wind grabbed the exorcist stick again.

Qing Cang's speed was not fast, he slashed in a slow motion.

However, the speed is indeed relative, Qing Cang thinks that it is not fast, the Drifting Wind feels as fast as lightning, and when he just picked up the exorcist stick, the extremely dangerous and deadly Scorpion stabbed in front of him. Wandering Wind was suddenly shrouded in the threat of death, even if he hadn't heard of the prestige of the Scorpion, he knew that the Demon Hunter artifact was not simple, and now that he was stabbed by the power of the artifact, how could he still have any hope of surviving?

A life-or-death line.

The Drifting Wind roared again, and he could clearly feel that there was a mysterious energy surging out of his body, instantly resonating with the weapon in his hand. The exorcist rod suddenly spun into high speed to produce a powerful force, from which it emitted a piercing screech, and even rubbed against the air to create dazzling sparks.

The power of the artifact!

Actually urged the power of the artifact!

Wandering Wind has indeed been detected as a demon hunter, but he has not been formally trained in the use of magic weapons, nor has he possessed any artifact, but it is unbelievable to awaken the power of the exorcist rod, and this talent is rare even if you look at the entire Tianyun City.

Drifting Wind didn't think so much.

Because of the threat of death, he didn't have time to think about it so much.

The Drifting Wind directly swung the exorcist stick and slashed towards Qing Cang, the moment the scorpion and the exorcist rod collided

The Scorpion Sword did not move.

The exorcist stick bounced straight away.

There was a loud bang.

The Exorcist Stick plunged into the wall again, and under the fierce force, large swaths of the wall cracked. Liuli Feng showed a stunned expression, he originally thought that this blow was powerful enough, but in Qing Cang's eyes, it was simply not worth mentioning.

A short sword burning with purple and black flames was about to stab him in the throat.

Finished!

My life is at rest!

Drifting Wind was about to die, but the feeling of being pierced through his throat did not come, because Qing Cang's blade stopped less than a centimeter from Drifting Wind's neck.

Why is that?

The dangerous aura shrouded by the scorpion disappeared one after another, and the purple-black flames all drifted away.

Qing Cang inserted the weapon into the scabbard and said lightly, "Pick up your weapon." ”

Drifting Wind was once again incomprehensible: "What do you mean?"

"I repeat, take up your weapons. Qing Cang looked at him coldly: "From today on, I will teach you for three days, and it is up to you how much you can learn." ”

Drifting Wind couldn't believe his ears.

Although he had never heard of Qingcang's name, but judging from the strength shown by the other party, this was definitely not something that ordinary demon hunters could have, one hundred percent was a high-level demon hunter, such a task did not have to give face even in the face of Dong Guixue and others, he actually said that he would teach him, what is the reason? He is a fugitive!

"Don't ask, don't think, don't thank me, just be trusted. Qing Cang said lightly: "I owe him a favor, and I can pay it off this time." ”

Who is capable of entrusting such a person?

However, this has long been unimportant, instead of being killed by the other party, Wandering Wind has obtained such a high-level demon hunter who is willing to teach him, which is a very rare opportunity for him!

Wandering Wind also knew that it was no longer possible to be a demon hunter in his own right, and his current contact with this strange demon hunter could be his only professional training.

"What are you going to teach me?"

"Because time is limited, let's teach survival first. ”

Drifting Wind was shocked in his heart and immediately clenched his fists, survival was the most important thing for him now.

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