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Zhao Yuan stood up, holding a burden in one hand and a sharp dagger in the other, walked to the rock by the ashes, and sat down with his back to the entrance of the cave.

What is he going to do?

Although Wan Ling'er has cultivated since childhood, it was the first time she had experienced this kind of thing, and she was so nervous that her heart was about to beat to her throat.

At this moment, time passed unusually slowly.

Finally, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and the sound of branches dragging against the snow.

"Fourth brother, you're here. ”

It was Sun Hailong who came back, and as soon as he walked into the cave, he saw a pitch-black figure moving something by the ashes. Sun Hailong himself has no experience in the rivers and lakes, plus it is snowing outside, the light is very good, and his eyes can't adapt for a while after entering the cave, but when he sees a black shadow moving, he immediately thinks that Ma Silong came back first.

"Bunny ......"

Zhao Yuan stood up in the dark, imitated Ma Silong's voice and muttered a sentence indistinctly, raising the burden in his hand and walking towards Sun Hailong.

"The fourth brother is really efficient...... Hmmm......"

A cold light appeared like lightning and quickly disappeared. The dagger in Zhao Yuan's hand was directly inserted into Sun Hailong's throat, and Sun Hailong opened his mouth wide and looked at Zhao Yuan in the dark with a look of fear.

Life passes quickly.

Zhao Yuan's dagger, accurate and ruthless, directly hit Sun Hailong's laryngeal trachea, the dagger did not reach the handle, piercing Sun Hailong's entire neck, revealing the bloody tip of the knife on the back of his neck.

Zhao Yuan's kung fu of chopping flies with a dozen pounds of heavy iron axes every day was not in vain, and he exercised extremely accurate eyesight and hand strength.

Wan Ling'er, who was hiding in the cave, saw that Zhao Yuan killed someone without hesitation, and his back was so frightened that he was shocked.

In fact, Wan Ling'er was not only afraid, but the shock in her heart was even more incomprehensible, she never dreamed that Zhao Yuan would actually dare to sneak attack a cultivator, and he was a cultivator who could fly with a sword.

If Wan Ling'er knew the Dao, Sun Hailong was the most talented young disciple of Huayun Sect in the past hundred years, I was afraid that it would be even more shocking.

After killing Sun Hailong, Zhao Yuan didn't have time to be happy, because that Ma Silong might come back at any time.

Immediately, Zhao Yuan dragged Sun Hailong's body to Wan Ling'er's side, and after telling Wan Ling'er not to make a sound, he returned to the cave to clean up the scene.

At this time, Wan Ling'er's whole person was about to collapse, because the corpse was beside her, and in the faint light, she could even see the frozen desperate expression on Sun Hailong's face.

Soon, Zhao Yuan cleaned up, repeated the old trick, sat down by the ashes, and used the dagger in his hand to cut the branch that Sun Hailong brought back.

Time passed slowly in anxious waiting, the hunting Ma Silong had not yet returned, and Wan Ling'er, who was lying behind the rock, felt that his hands and feet were cold.

Zhao Yuan still sat unhurriedly by the ashes and cut firewood, but he didn't light it.

In the darkness, the atmosphere was suffocating.

I don't know how long it has been, but outside, there are finally footsteps.

"Sea Dragon, the snow covers the mountain, this rabbit is really hard-won...... Hey, why don't you light the campfire?"

The unsuspecting Ma Silong walked into the cave with a rabbit in his hand.

"The flint fell ......," Zhao Yuan replied vaguely as he imitated Sun Hailong's voice.

"Oh, I've got flint here. ”

Ma Silong walked towards Zhao Yuan, while lowering his head to dig out the flint on his body, in the dark, Zhao Yuan was still tossing those firewood, just the moment Ma Silong approached, Zhao Yuan bounced up like a spring, and the dagger in his hand was like a ghost of hell, drawing a beautiful line in the darkness.

"Ah......" A miserable scream pierced the silent night of Xiaoyang Mountain.

However, things did not go as Zhao Yuan expected.

Ma Silong is not Sun Hailong, Ma Silong, who has rich experience, felt extremely dangerous in the moment of life and death, relying on an instinctive will to survive, his body moved sideways in the electric light of the dagger piercing his heart.

The dagger cut a huge transverse wound on Ma Silong's chest, and the blood flowed profusely, but it was not fatal.

Ma Silong, who had escaped the catastrophe, did not hesitate, and struck out at Zhao Yuan with one palm, and the surging aura directly knocked Zhao Yuan upside down and flew out, falling to Wan Ling'er's side.

Just as Zhao Yuan endured the pain, he quickly got up and prepared for hand-to-hand combat.

An unexpected scene occurred.

After Ma Silong knocked Zhao Yuan away, he actually turned back immediately, covered the terrifying wound on his chest, and ran wildly towards the outside of the cave, his figure staggering, obviously seriously injured.

I have to say that Ma Silong does have rich combat experience, and at the first time, he did not chase into the cave with an unknown environment, but decided to escape, and even ignored Sun Hailong, who did not know life and death.

Ma Silong's decisiveness bought him precious time to escape.

Running out of the cave, Ma Silong immediately took off his sword and staggered into the sky.

"Ling'er, if he doesn't die, we will all die, help me!"

Zhao Yuan rushed to the cave frantically and rushed down the steep Xiaoyang Mountain.

Seeing Zhao Yuanshe rushing out of the cave to chase after him, Wan Ling'er, who was shocked by the bloody scene, woke up suddenly, realized the seriousness of the matter, couldn't be afraid, and chased out of the cave.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, Ma Silong has already stumbled and flew out of the air for dozens of meters, looking like he might fall down at any time, and Zhao Yuan ran like crazy on the mountainside towards Ma Silong's flight direction, completely desperate.

"All the gods bless ......"

Wan Ling'er raised the flying sword in her hand, closed her eyes and muttered for a while, then poured all the aura in her body, and with a sudden push, the black flying sword turned into a black shadow in the air, and flew towards Ma Silong at a gallop.

"Ah......h

At this time, Ma Silong was seriously injured, and it was a little difficult to even control the flying sword, and he was trying to escape for his life, but he didn't expect that there was a cultivator sneaking up in the dark, and he was shot right by the flying sword, and he fell from the air and rolled into the snow on the mountainside.

"My flying sword!"

Wan Ling'er saw that the flying sword was inserted into Ma Silong's body and fell down the mountain, and she immediately panicked. The flying sword is her treasure, and without the flying sword, she won't want to mix it up in the future. Thinking of this, Wan Ling'er's head was hot, and she actually rushed down the mountain with a roll, of course, she couldn't use it anymore, because the mountain was too steep, and it was completely free falling, rolling down the mountain like a rock.

At the same time, dark clouds in the sky quickly converged, lightning and thunder.

Zhao Yuan had already rushed to the place where Ma Silong fell, and Wan Ling'er's flying sword pierced through the back of his heart, and there was no life at all.

Zhao Yuan, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, had not yet had time to pull out Wan Ling'er's flying sword, and the screaming Wan Ling'er had already rolled down with a large amount of snow, all the way mighty, earth-shattering, stirring up snow foam all over the sky, as if a landslide and the ground cracked.

Thunder!

Avalanche!

"Not good!"

Zhao Yuan's face changed color, and before he had time to think and react, a huge snow block like a small mountain made a thunderous sound and rushed towards the place where they were standing, carrying those cracked snow all over the sky, directly engulfing him, and rolling all the way down Xiaoyang Mountain......

Zhao Yuan's body rolled in tens of thousands of tons of snow, and a few seconds later, in the midst of a loud sound, Zhao Yuan felt a huge pressure coming from above his body, making his internal organs ache and crack, and then he passed out.

"Zhao Yuan, Zhao Yuan, wake up. A sobbing voice pulled Zhao Yuan out of the icy hell.

"Where are we?"

In the dark, Zhao Yuan felt like he was falling apart, he couldn't sit up at all, his whole body was already drenched in the biting snow water, and his limbs were cold and cold.

"The snow hit the rock wall and knocked open a cave, and we were flooded into the cave by the snow, and now, we are trapped...... It's all my fault...... It's all my fault...... I shouldn't have jumped off...... I've lost my flying sword too......" Wan Ling'er cried.