Seeing the hunchbacked stinky old man's face, Jacob couldn't bear it anymore, thinking that no matter how inferior he was, he would not lose to a stinky old man, so he immediately made enough effort to chase after him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The melon-eating crowd on the sidelines also knew each other very well when they saw this situation, and quickly retreated from this farce, quickly making way for these two people.

At the moment, two figures are extremely smart, one in front and one behind, one old and one young, shuttling among the crowded crowd of the "Ancient City of the Ancestors".

Jacob thought that the bone sword was extremely heavy, but after running a few steps, he realized that the bone sword in his hand was getting lighter and lighter, as if it were paper paste.

Look at the hunchbacked old man, holding a giant sword taller than himself, but he is not affected by it in the slightest, but he is at ease, his movements are swift and quick, and in short, he runs effortlessly ahead of Jacob.

However, after running a few steps, Jacob found that his body was empty and very tired, and it had only been three months since he thought that he had been cleansed, and this time he had only moved his muscles and bones for the first time, and his body had not yet fully adapted to it.

At that moment, Jacob was in a hurry, and if it was really a tiger falling into Pingyang and being bullied by dogs, he shouted at the old man in front of him:

"You shameless swordsman, why don't you stop quickly and give me back my things!"

The hunchbacked swordsman heard Jacob's angry and anxious scolding behind him, and obviously paused, and deliberately turned back to Jacob and grimaced, saying: "You kid, you are ashamed to die, you can't outrun the old man, and you are still disrespectful, if you can catch up with me, the sword is yours!"

Before the words fell, the hunchbacked swordsman did not relax in the slightest, and quickened his pace as he ran.

The hunchbacked swordsman was originally one or two positions away from Jacob, and the distance was very close, but the old man's acceleration suddenly pulled away from Jacob four or five meters away.

After that, the swordsman seemed to have deliberately kept a distance of four or five meters from Jacob: if Jacob was faster, the hunchback would also increase, and once Jacob's speed slowed down, the hunchback slowed down, and kept sticking his tongue behind him, making a grimace and mocking Jacob, so angry that Jacob almost vomited three pounds of old blood.

The two of them walked one after the other, and after a while, they ran out of the scope of the "Ancient City of the Ancestors", only to see that there were fewer and fewer people along the way. The two of them first passed through a winding dirt path, and then a corner into a grassy wilderness.

Although Jacob had long seen that the swordsman's intention was obvious, and led him all the way, Jacob did not dare to slack off for the sake of Luge, so he could only follow closely, for fear that he would not be able to find his way back after losing someone.

It's just that this vine and withered grass is very lush, more than a meter high. With the wind of the four realms swaying slightly, the hunchbacked swordsman was already short and thin, and with the characteristic of hunchback, entering this grass was like a fish entering a river, and it was even more difficult to distinguish.

For a time, the bow and snake shadow of the cup, the grass and trees are all soldiers.

Jacob was so confused that he could no longer catch the old hunchback, and could only vaguely judge his movements by the small sounds of the rustling around him and the movement of the dead grass.

Before and after, the two chased hundreds of miles, which took more than half an hour.

Jacob's heart was on fire, his body was very tired, and his throat was so thirsty that he said angrily, "Come out to me, sword thief!" ”

After Jacob's words were released, no one answered in the four fields, and there was no sound around, only a breeze, and everything seemed to be calm again.

Oh, I didn't expect to chase hundreds of miles, and I was treated as a monkey along the way, but I still let the thief run away.

This deer song stayed by his side, it was the last connection between the Continent of Amix and himself, and now he couldn't even protect a sword himself.

Jacob's frustration and exhaustion made him unable to care so much.

At that moment, he sat in the barren grass, and the withered grass suddenly overflowed his head, and Jacob's heart swelled up with a little bitterness, a little helplessness, and a little hatred, and he didn't know who he was talking to, but he hated and said: "It's really a poor mountain and a remote place!"

Who knows, not long after this sentence was uttered, a small pebble with a big fingernail fell head-on from somewhere.

There was a click, impartially, and it hit Jacob's head right on.

This smash woke Jacob awake, his eyes lit up, and he stood up nervously and shouted, "Hmm, the sword thief, the dead hunchback, is that you?"

Jacob looked around, the vines and withered grass were boundless, fluttering in the wind, and at a glance, there was not even the shadow of a bird.

In his astonishment, another stone slammed into the back of Jacob's head with a thud that was stronger than before.

The stones were about the same size and purpose, and they seemed to be the hunchbacked sword-thief's prank, but even so, Jacob couldn't tell which direction the stones were flying from.

The first time the stone fell from the sky, and the second time the stone came from the back of the head, which was really too deceitful.

Although Jacob said that he was angry, he must know that he put a long line to catch a big fish, endure the calm for a while, take a step back and open the sky, or since he has endured it for so long, I must find a way to lure you, a shameless sword thief, to appear.

At that moment, Jacob clenched his hands into fists, his expression was sincere, his mouth was open and closed, his tone was weak and reluctant, and he said very embarrassedly: "Can you smash me again?"

I don't know if Jacob's intentions were too obvious, or if there was no one around at all, but the words seemed to sink into the sea, drowning in the grass, and the whole barren grass fell into silence at once, and even the wind and grass seemed to become slight.

There was silence for about a few seconds, and a sneer came from my ears. The voice seemed to have endured for a long time, and then finally I couldn't bear it.

There was a pop, and a string of crisp laughter came from not far away, and there was a buzz.

Jacob was weakened by the baptism, so he did not dare to use the cross vein. However, this time Jacob is trapped in a strange place, and it is still a question whether he can find the way back, and he has lost the giant sword that has accompanied him for more than ten years, so he has long been unable to take care of it so much.

When the sneering sound of Shicai sounded, it happened to be Jacob's attentive listening, and his whole body was on guard, and the cross veins had already been secretly sacrificed.

Only in this wilderness, as soon as the sound came out, it was ready to fly, and it had to be sent.

Suddenly, Jacob's body suddenly turned into a fierce shadow in the sunlight, without warning, as if the world had evaporated. In the blink of an eye, it struck towards the place where the laughter came from.

The ancient power brought by the cross veins, the energy attached to Jacob's body and the surging wind, left a slender and strange trace between the withered yellow vines.

A huge bone sword was like a ghost's claw and fangs, whining, breaking through the wind.

In an instant, we were in the dry meadow.

"Huh?"

Under the daylight, a white gas as fast as lightning suddenly slowed down, and suddenly turned into a young man, holding a bone sword in his hand, and stopped straight in front of a dry grass.

Although the bone sword came out, it was only half out, but the second half was taken back alive.

The bone sword is ivory white, the color is transparent, the hilt is finely carved, and the sword plate is gorgeous, but the sword edge has no edge, and the edge of the sword is against a beautiful throat - a woman.