Chapter 310: The Battlefield
In the dense fog in front of him, there was a muffled snort at this moment, followed by the sound of a person falling to the ground.
Ye Wuwu withdrew the Linyuan Sword, his face was flat, he just took a few steps forward, and then saw the figure.
It was a martial artist, and his strength was about the second grade, but in short, he didn't step into the first grade.
In this thick fog, if you don't walk in front of people, you can't know who the other person is.
Even the Heart Sword Realm could not play a role in this dense fog at this moment, and its sensing ability was greatly weakened.
But the system map is still useful, but the range has been reduced a lot, only about a kilometer in size.
The second-rank realm martial artist was falling to the ground at this moment, blood flowing from his abdomen, and sweat the size of a bean flowed from his forehead.
But immediately, the man saw Ye Wuwu's appearance, and saw the sword-wielding figure with white hair.
There was a hint of horror in his eyes at this moment, and he struggled to get up, but Ye Wuwu's sword had already made him unable to move.
Ye Wuwu didn't kill him, but shook his head slightly, leaned over, and glanced at the other party a few times before saying casually.
"Da Chu's?"
The man's gaze was stunned for a moment, but then he responded with a little trembling.
"No, I'm from Xishu."
Ye Wuwu scratched his head at this moment, and sighed helplessly.
"If you want to deceive people, next time you will remove the dialect."
The man's face suddenly turned to ashes.
Ye Wuwu didn't care about it, he just thought about it in his mind, but he asked.
"What about the rest?"
As if worried that the man would not answer, Ye Wuwu said with a kind smile at this moment.
"If you can tell me useful information, I can spare you."
There was a glint in the man's eyes, but then it was a little darker, as if he was entangled.
Ye Wuwu was still smiling kindly.
I don't know if Ye Wuwu's attitude is too kind and kind, or if there is no other choice, the man gritted his teeth at this moment and said.
"There is no one else, I am alone from the time I wake up, and my companions do not know where they have gone."
Hearing this, Ye Wuwu frowned slightly at first, but then nodded.
He then asked.
"When did you wake up? How long have you been here? ”
"Probably, about two hours."
"But what did you find?"
"There is no sun here, the internal force in the body flows very smoothly, and there are many precious medicinal materials on the way, in addition to that...... Nope. ”
Ye Wuwu smiled and nodded, then stood up and said with a smile.
"Thank you for your answer, it's kind of valuable."
The man looked overjoyed, but then said in a trembling voice.
"Then you ......"
"I can let you go." Ye Wuwu said without thinking.
The man looked so happy that he almost said thank you.
But the happy look didn't last long, but the man's eyes showed a trace of panic and despair at this moment.
His eyes looked at Ye Wuwu at this moment, and his expression showed pleading.
Ye Wuwu still smiled and said.
"I can let you go, but do you think you can live like this?"
The abdomen of the Great Chu Martial Artist was still flowing with blood at this moment, and there was no sign of coagulation.
It is only a second-grade realm, and if the true qi is not condensed in the body, there is no way to face the penetrating wound of the Linyuan Sword.
Of course, Ye Wuwu could let him go.
But the other party can't live.
"Send me on my way."
The man's voice trembled, but he gritted his teeth and said such a sentence tremblingly.
Rather than enduring the pain here, feeling the passage of life and the coming of death bit by bit, it is better to come directly with a sword.
He wouldn't expect Ye Wuwu to save him.
Ye Wuwu will not save him.
Hearing the other party's words, Ye Wuwu just responded simply.
"Okay."
After a moment, Ye Wuwu's figure walked towards the interior of the island in front of him.
His pace wasn't too fast, not too slow.
The qi machine induction is very weak, and this dense fog seems to have a blocking effect, similar to the mountain protection array of Xiaoyan Mountain, but it is many times stronger than that formation.
The system map, which had been abandoned by Ye Wufu since Yipin, came in handy at this moment.
Although it was only about a kilometer away, it also made Ye Wuwu feel a little relieved.
Man is not afraid of the dark.
Man is just afraid of the unknown in the dark.
Ye Wuwu's direction of travel was not fixed, and he walked around quite casually.
But after walking for about half an hour, Ye Wuwu's expression showed a trace of solemnity and thought.
In half an hour, even though he couldn't fly in the air, he walked nearly forty kilometers at his own speed.
During this period, Ye Wuwu didn't see the slightest figure, and even on the map, there was not the slightest point of light.
At that time, on the surface of the sea, how could there be nearly a thousand warriors who were devoured by the Kun Beast, right?
There were nearly a thousand people, but at this moment, except for the second-grade martial artist of Fang Cai, he had not met anyone.
Why is that?
Ye Wuwu's mind was racing rapidly, but he came to two conclusions.
The first point is that of the thousands of warriors, few survived, and only a very small number survived.
The second point is that this island is so huge that even if there are thousands of warriors who have walked more than forty kilometers by themselves, they will not be able to meet anyone.
I don't know where Ning Shixia, Shang Lu, Tan Qingfeng, and Liu Blind are now, and whether they are on this island?
Ye Wuwu's eyes suddenly showed a trace of melancholy and complexity at this moment.
My junior sister, where is she at the moment?
When he was on the sea before, Ye Wuwu had not sensed the figure of the other party, nor had he seen the ships of the Flower Shifting Palace.
Maybe the other party didn't come this time and didn't participate in this operation?
In that case, it's not bad.
No matter how serious the injury is, there is a solution to the Flower Shifting Palace, right?
The dense fog was still there, and as Ye Wuwu moved forward, every time he advanced, the dense fog became thicker and thicker.
Ye Wuwu's pace suddenly stopped at this moment, and then his body stagnated.
There was a hint of surprise in his eyes at this moment.
But then, the surprise turned to a horror.
Ye Wuwu's eyes looked ahead at this moment.
The dense fog here seems to be a little lighter for some reason, but it is not a natural condition, but there is a burst of killing atmosphere, which washes away the thick fog.
In front of Ye Wuwu, it was no longer a dense forest with trees, but an open flat land.
Revealing a burst of desolation.
But on this large flat land, there is a different scene.
Many rusty swords and spears were randomly inserted on the ground at this moment, full of traces of time, armor, banners scattered, broken walls, and dilapidated.
It was as if a long, long time ago, a great war broke out here.
This is an ancient battlefield.
(End of chapter)