The Tiandu Mountains are undulating from east to west, stretching for thousands of miles, and lie across the Jiā boundary between Province J and Anhui Province, becoming a natural barrier between Province J and Province.

In these thousands of miles, it is sometimes towering, sometimes low, sometimes strange rocky cliffs, sometimes full of hills. The mountains, full of all kinds of exotic plants and primeval forests, all kinds of unnamed beasts, are synonymous with dangers and traps, and no one can survive here, and no trace of anyone can be found here.

It is still in its most pristine state of nature.

At this moment, Qiu Peng was standing on the top of an iǎiǎ hillside, sitting on a huge and flat rock, gasping for breath while observing the situation around him.

Looking down from the hillside, all around is a series of mountains, and a little closer, all kinds of shrubs, trees, and grasses block Qiu Peng's observation, even if anyone walks through these plants, they cannot be seen.

But Qiu Peng can guess the danger from the startled flight of the surrounding birds and the shaking of the trees.

However, Qiu Peng mainly relied on his own sensing ability, and anyone who appeared within a hundred zhang of him could not escape his induction.

When he was sure that there were no pursuers for the time being, Qiu Peng relaxed, looked down at himself, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Qiu Peng had never been like this: his clothes were completely tattered, covered with blood and dirt. These blood stains and dirt are not the result of one time, but are repeatedly stained with blood and mud, and finally form a disgusting-looking black and brown è.

His body was full of all kinds of wounds: on his hands, shoulders, on his back, and the most shocking one was on his left shoulder, which was dripping with blood, and the shoulder bone could be faintly seen.

Qiu Peng still held a long sword in his hand, but looking at the gaps in the long sword, it was a long sword rather than an iron rod.

Qiu Peng treated the wounds on his body slightly, took a few breaths, and began to sit cross-legged on the ground, preparing to enter the state of pranayama.

"As long as I am given two iǎ, I can restore the body, and although the wound is not completely healed, at least it is not without the power to fight back. "From the day Qiu Peng left the Seven Injuries Academy, Qiu Peng was in a dangerous situation of being hunted down.

At the beginning, he was hunted down by dozens of third-rate experts, as well as a dozen second-rate experts, that is, those from the mysterious Hundred Tribes Alliance.

Later, Qiu Peng once overheard their conversation and learned that they called themselves the Heaven Swallowing Sect.

Qiu Peng didn't know what was going on, although he did offend the Heaven Devouring Sect, at least in the Battle of the Siege Courtyard, he thwarted their plot.

However, there is no personal grudge between the two sides, and it stands to reason that after Qiu Peng left the Seven Wounds Academy, it was already over as soon as he left the Academy, so why did Qiu Peng still suffer such a fierce and continuous attack?

Qiu Peng was originally going to go to ZJ Province, but because he was being hunted down, Qiu Peng had no choice but to flee into the Tiandu Mountains in a panic.

The pursuing enemy did not give up because of this, but gathered more and more. At the last contact, there were already hundreds of people.

Moreover, the level of the pursuers is getting higher and higher, and the injuries left on Qiu Peng's body are getting more and more serious.

Although Qiu Peng was able to escape from the round-up every time, the strange thing was that these chasing masters were always able to find Qiu Peng again in time, just like maggots attached to the bones, they escaped for a while, but they couldn't get rid of it forever.

The longest time, Qiu Peng once chased the people behind him, got rid of as many as six days and seven nights, Qiu Peng thought that he had completely escaped the enemy's pursuit, but in the early morning of the seventh day, Qiu Peng found that he was once again surrounded by him.

This game of chasing and fleeing never seems to stop, Qiu Peng thought desperately. This endless pursuit seems to have ended only with Qiu Peng's death.

This is a huge test of Qiu Peng's will and endurance.

For more than three months, every moment was in the shadow of death, and every moment, there was a battle between life and death.

However, this qiē is not the most difficult, and the hardest thing is that there is no end in sight.

It seems that these people who are chasing and killing also have tenacious and resolute determination, and if Qiu Peng escapes to the ends of the earth, Qiu Peng will eventually be found.

Although these three months are short, for Qiu Peng, they are as long as centuries.

However, in addition to all the misfortunes, the only thing Qiu Peng can be thankful for is that in this game of chase and escape, he is rapidly growing and transforming, jīng's divine power and strength are also rapidly improving, and his personality and concept are also changing.

After a long life on the run, without adequate rest, sleep and food, he looked dark and thin, but his body was growing taller rapidly. His temperament has become very calm, and that calmness that comes from the heart is a temperament that has been honed after being tested many times between life and death.

And when he held the sword in his hand and faced the enemy, the coldness and momentum he showed could no longer see the immature appearance of the fledgling Qiu Peng.

Now Qiu Peng has faded into a real man, growing up in the test of blood and fire.

After resting for a while, Qiu Peng opened his eyes, and the wounds on his body were rapidly healing, and the sharp pain in the wound on his shoulder began to ease.

Qiu Peng stretched out his hand to check the healing process of the wounds on his body, and muttered to himself: "It's really strange, the wounds caused by these masters' weapons have a very strange poison, and it takes several times longer than the normal recovery speed of my wounds. ”

Qiu Peng's chapped mouth, the bleeding from the wound and the sweat from the fast running made his body now in dire need of water. Qiu Peng's keen ears discerned the sound coming from a distance in the wind, and heard the faint sound of water.

A hint of excitement flashed in Qiu Peng's bright eyes, discerning the direction from which the sound of water came, through the dense bushes, turning a corner, the sound of water was even louder, but it was not like the roar of a stream, but the sound of a thousand horses galloping to the sky. Turning around the foot of a mountain again, Qiu Peng saw a turbulent but not very wide river in front of him, and below the river, a high cliff appeared, which was more than ten zhang high. The river poured down, forming a huge waterfall, which was the source of the sound of water that Qiu Peng had heard just now.

Qiu Peng rushed forward and drank dozens of mouthfuls of water like a cow, before he let out a sigh.

Raising his head and looking at the clear river in front of him, Qiu Peng felt that he was really itching all over his body. How many days have you not showered?

Qiu Peng can't remember anymore, maybe he should ask a different question: Have you ever taken a bath since the day you were chased and killed? Thinking of this, the idea of jumping in and washing off the dirt on your body is even more uncontrollable, but Qiu Peng is still very cautious to look up at the terrain first, and make sure that the pursuers have not caught up, so he quickly took off the tattered clothes on his body and jumped into the river.

Qiu Peng didn't touch the big wound in his heart, and washed the mud on his body cleanly, only then did he let out a sigh of satisfaction and climbed ashore. From the burden behind his back, he found a new set of clean clothes and put them on his body. This is the first time in a month that I have changed clothes.

Qiu Peng was wearing clean and tidy clothes, and he smelled the fresh aroma on the clothes, and he had a feeling that he was almost in the sky.

Qiu Peng was lying on a rock on the shore, feeling sore, and he didn't want to move a single finger.

I don't know if it was because of the vigilance of his heart, or the faint sound of frightened birds flapping and chirping in the wind, Qiu Peng suddenly stood up, his eyes full of light, and looked at the situation around him.

However, Qiu Peng was not panicked in his heart, when he chose this place to rest, he already had a plan in his heart. He was now accustomed to leaving a way back for himself in any place to rest, and would never stop in a place where there was nothing that would allow him to escape quickly.

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