Cliffs and howling night winds. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Steep cliffs, bottomless, only dark.

If you look closely, there is a figure at the edge of the cliff, grasping the bulging stone on the cliff with one hand, clinging to the wall.

Zhao Hang held his breath and remained motionless against the wall, even facing the wall with his eyes, not looking at the outside world. Only a pair of ears and a nose are left, sensing the situation behind them.

Hearing an object falling quickly, Zhao Hang turned around, glanced at the figure falling at high speed below, didn't dare to take another look, and quickly climbed up the cliff.

The cultivator's methods, Zhao Hang was not clear. Therefore, he was afraid that Xie Cang would find out because of his sight, so he did not act.

Climbing the cliff, Zhao Hang ran all the way, a light flashed in his eyes from time to time, thinking about the solution.

If Xie Cang arrived at the cliff area, he would definitely not be able to find Zhao Hang's body, and he would be furious and swear to kill Zhao Hang.

The news of the magic weapon spread in Cangyuan Mansion, and there would be some low-level Qi Refining Realm cultivators looking for Zhao Hang, which must be an extremely dangerous killing situation.

Zhao Hang, must be promoted to cultivation.

Looking around, Zhao Hang walked towards the depths of Dacang Mountain. It is rumored that there is a demon beast in the depths of Dacang Mountain, and the power of the demon beast is no less than that of a human cultivator.

Before Zhao Hang could take a few steps, he saw a middle-aged man with a sturdy physique and a bare head. The man's bald head has a ring scar, like a monk. But with a big black robe and a sinister face, he doesn't look like a monk.

The bald middle-aged man also saw Zhao Hang and grinned: "Are you really here? ”

As soon as the words fell, the bald middle-aged man rushed out quickly, like a fierce cheetah, his body exuded boundless evil aura, powerful and incomparable, he was a top first-class martial artist, and his internal strength was completely transformed into true qi.

Zhao Hang's eyes moved, his eyes glanced at the road on the side, his body turned, and he ran towards the side of the mountain road.

"I want to run. ”

The bald middle-aged man's figure stopped and folded, and chased after Zhao Hang again.

Zhao Hang ran another distance and came to a small stream. The clear water of the stream shimmered and the snowflakes fell on it, melting quickly.

On the other side of the creek, two men stood. The two men were about the same height, but one fat and one thin.

The fat man, like a large square bucket, has a round face, full of oil, thick eyebrows, and eyes that cannot be seen when he smiles.

The thin person, shaped like a bamboo pole, covered with skin and bones, with sparse hair, prominent eye sockets, sunken pupils, and thin yellow muscles, will be blown down by the wind at any time.

"Fatty, that's Zhao Hang. ”

"Thin man, don't kill him yet. ”

The two men, one fat and one thin, said to each other and rushed towards Zhao Hang.

Seeing this, Zhao Hang changed directions again and fled.

Even in the face of top first-class martial artists, Zhao Hang has the power to kill. However, he couldn't waste time entangling with them, Xie Cang was very likely to chase them down. Even, to attract the attention of other practitioners

What he had to do now was to find a safe and hidden area, break through the last key, reach the Qi Refining Realm or break through the first level of the Spirit Ape Vertical and Horizontal Technique.

Bottomless cliffs, howling winds.

Cultivator Xie Cang slowly fell into the cliff, stepping on the gravel with a little footstep. In my ears, I heard the sound of the river crashing and flowing, washing the stones and splashing the sky.

Xie Cang's eyes swept around, and his brows gradually froze: "Not here? No matter how good the martial artist's light skills are, he can't resolve this falling power." Was he blown somewhere else by the wind?"

Looking below, there was no blood, not a single figure. When I came to the river, I didn't see any trace of anyone walking.

"Ran away?"

Xie Cang's face sank, if he was run away by a martial artist, he would be ridiculed if it was passed out.

He looked down at the broken stones by the river, and when he looked up again, he was shrouded in mist and could not see the top of the cliff.

"Did he not fall?"

Xie Cang recalled the situation of his whereabouts, and as soon as Zhao Hang fell, he couldn't see any shadow, which was really unreasonable. And, after he jumped off, he seemed to feel a gaze.

"Fooled me again. ”

Xie Cang's eyes burst out with infinite killing intent, and the violent momentum swept in all directions, turning into fierce and domineering swords.

Dust is flying, sand and gravel are flying.

On the ground, deep knife marks appeared.

Xie Cang raised his hand, and with a big sword, a bright light swept out. A ten-zhang long knife mark was left on the cliff face, and countless stones fell down with a roar.

"Zhao Hang, you will definitely die. ”

The roar of anger echoed in the mountain stream, and Xie Cang's feet rose to the sky.

Zhao Hang ran wildly in the Dacang Mountain, gradually losing his direction. I just know that I kept looking at the north and running, and I completely forgot where I went. Along the way, in addition to the bald middle-aged man, two men, one fat and one thin, also met several waves of people.

Woohoo.

Iron dysentery flew through the air.

Zhao Hang turned around, and the iron dysentery flew from his waist, knocking out holes in the thick trees, which showed the strength of the force.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the woman who was chasing her, dressed in bright red clothes, like a burning flame. Heavy makeup can't hide the aging face.

Zhao Hang grabbed a branch in the air and jumped on the branch with all his strength. Then, he moved quickly in the trees, like an ape.

The woman with heavy makeup looked at Zhao Hang who had fled, and lifted her breath, like a flame in the snow, flying.

The nights are getting colder and the snow is getting heavier.

The goose-feathered snow fell all over the sky, and the white snowflakes were extremely dazzling in the night. The ground, paved with a layer of snow-white light. Weeds and branches were oppressed by the snow.

Under such heavy snowfall, even the actions of the warriors were affected. Zhao Hang, you should also pay attention to the snow on those trees to prevent your hands from slipping.

Under the heavy snow, there are footprints left on the snow that cannot be erased. No matter how Zhao Hang escapes, he can be tracked by others.

Zhao Hang, who was jumping among the trees, changed his face, and his body suddenly jumped to the side and fell to the ground. The original branches of the tree were shattered by a strong force and turned into tiny sawdust.

"People are old, they are dazzled, and they can't even beat people. ”

A wrinkled old woman in a dark blue robe, hunched over and on crutches, walked over. A pair of eyes that were almost narrowed looked at Zhao Hang, and a faint light flashed by.

Zhao Hang glanced at the old man, as if he was facing a great enemy. This seemingly ordinary old woman gave him no less danger than the previous cultivator Xie Cang. The old man in front of him was also a cultivator.

"Ahem. The old man coughed for a while, and said slowly, "Young man, give me the magic weapon to the old woman, the old woman is kind-hearted and won't be too embarrassed for you." ”

Zhao Hang was silent, extremely vigilant in his heart.

The old man shook his head helplessly: "So disobedient, it seems that only the old woman has done it herself." ”

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the old man disappeared in place, and suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Hang the next moment. The crutches were raised and pointed towards Zhao Hang's chest.

Zhao Hang's eyes flashed, and his hands quickly staggered in front of him, blocking the old man's crutches.

Boom.

A vigorous force came out of the crutches, shaking Zhao Hang away.

Zhao Hang didn't remove that force at all, but instead used the power of his crutches, turned around and fled. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared in place.

"Oh?"

The old man slowly raised his head, looked in the direction where Zhao Hang had disappeared, and muttered to himself.

"Escaping with the power of my old woman is really a bit of an idea. Will you be able to escape, though?"