wicked immortal

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Zhao Yuan stood up, carrying a bundle in one hand and a sharp dagger in the other, walked to the rock beside the ashes, and sat down with his back facing the entrance of the cave.

What is he doing?

Although Wan Ling'er has cultivated since she was a child, this is the first time she has experienced such a thing, and she is so nervous that her heart is jumping into her throat.

At this moment, time passed extremely slowly.

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

"Fourth brother, you are here."

It was Sun Hailong who came back. As soon as he walked into the cave, he saw a dark figure stirring something beside the ashes.Sun Hailong didn't have much experience in the world, and it was snowing outside and the light was very good. After entering the cave, his eyes couldn't adapt for a while, but he saw a black shadow moving, and immediately thought that Ma Silong had come back first.

"rabbit……"

Zhao Yuan stood up in the dark, imitated Ma Silong's voice and muttered something indistinctly, raised the bag in his hand and walked towards Sun Hailong.

"Fourth brother is really efficient...well..."

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

Life, passing by quickly.

Zhao Yuan's dagger was accurate and fierce, and directly hit Sun Hailong's throat and trachea. The dagger did not reach the handle, piercing Sun Hailong's entire neck, and the bloody knife tip was exposed on the back of the neck.

It was not in vain that Zhao Yuan hacked flies with an iron ax weighing more than ten kilograms every day. He trained his extremely precise eyesight and hand strength.

Wan Ling'er, who was hiding in the cave, saw that Zhao Yuan killed a man without hesitation, she was so frightened that a chill ran down her spine, and she looked shocked.

In fact, Wan Linger was not only afraid, but she was even more shocked in her heart. She never dreamed that Zhao Yuan would dare to attack a cultivator sneakily, and he was a cultivator who could fly with a sword.

If Wan Linger knew that Sun Hailong was the most talented young disciple of Hua Yunzong in the past hundred years, I'm afraid it would be even more shocking.

After killing Sun Hailong, Zhao Yuan had no time to be happy, because Ma Silong might come back at any time.

Immediately, Zhao Yuan dragged Sun Hailong's body to Wan Linger's side, told Wan Linger not to make a sound, and went back to the cave to clean up the scene.

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

Soon, Zhao Yuan tidied up, and the old trick was repeated. He sat down by the ashes and cut off the branches brought back by Sun Hailong with the dagger in his hand.

Time passed slowly while waiting anxiously. Ma Silong who was hunting hadn't come back yet, and Wan Linger who was lying behind the rock felt her hands and feet were cold.

Zhao Yuan was still unhurriedly sitting beside the ashes and cutting firewood, but he didn't light it.

In the darkness, the atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating.

I don't know how long it took, but footsteps finally came from outside.

"Hai Long, the mountain is blocked by heavy snow, this rabbit is really hard-won...Hey, why didn't you light the bonfire?"

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

"Flint fell..." Zhao Yuan answered vaguely, imitating Sun Hailong's voice.

"Oh, I have flint here."

Ma Silong walked towards Zhao Yuan, lowering his head to pick out flints on his body. In the darkness, Zhao Yuan was still tossing the firewood. The moment Ma Silong approached, Zhao Yuan bounced like a spring, and the dagger in his hand Like a ghost from hell, drawing a bright line in the darkness.

"Ah..." A scream broke through the silent night of Xiaoyang Mountain.

However, things did not develop as Zhao Yuan expected.

Ma Silong is not Sun Hailong. Ma Silong, who has a lot of experience, felt extreme danger at the moment of life and death. With an instinctive will to survive, his body hardened when the dagger pierced his heart. Lively lateral movement.

The dagger cut a huge cross-cut wound on Ma Silong's chest, bleeding profusely, but it was not fatal.

Ma Silong, who had escaped the catastrophe, without any hesitation, struck Zhao Yuan with a palm, and the surging spiritual energy directly knocked Zhao Yuan backwards, and fell beside Wan Ling'er.

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

An unexpected scene appeared.

After Ma Silong knocked Zhao Yuan into the air, he turned back immediately, covered the horrible wound on his chest, and ran out of the cave, his figure staggered, obviously seriously injured.

It has to be said that Ma Silong did have rich combat experience. At the first time, he did not chase into the cave with an unknown environment, but decided to run away, and even ignored Sun Hailong who didn't know his life or death.

Ma Silong's decisiveness won him valuable escape time.

After running out of the cave, Ma Silong immediately raised his flying sword and flew up into the sky unsteadily.

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

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

Seeing Zhao Yuan risking his life and rushing out to chase after him, Wan Ling'er, who was shocked by the bloody scene, suddenly woke up, realized the seriousness of the matter, and followed him out of the cave without fear.

Just in the blink of an eye, Ma Silong had already stumbled and flew tens of meters in the air, looking as if he might fall down at any time, while Zhao Yuanyuan was running madly towards Ma Silong's flight direction on the mountainside , is completely desperate.

"All gods bless..."

Wan Ling'er raised the flying sword in his hand, closed his eyes and muttered for a while, poured all the spiritual energy into his body, and pushed it suddenly, the black flying sword turned into a black shadow in the air, and flew towards Ma Silong swiftly.

"what……"

At this time, Ma Silong was seriously injured, and even having difficulty controlling the flying sword, he was so focused on escaping, he never thought that there was another cultivator sneaking up on him in the dark, he was shot straight by the flying sword, and fell out of the air in a blink of an eye. Descended and rolled into the snow on the mountainside.

"My flying sword!"

Seeing that the flying sword was stuck in Ma Silong's body and fell down the mountain, Wan Ling'er panicked.Feijian is her treasure, without Feijian, she will never be able to mess around in the future.Thinking of this, Wan Ling'er's head became hot, and she rushed down the mountain rolling and climbing. Of course, she couldn't use the rushing anymore, because the mountain was too steep, and she fell completely freely, rolling down the mountain like a rock.

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

Zhao Yuan has already arrived at the place where Ma Silong fell, Wan Linger's flying sword pierced through his back, and he lost any vitality.

Zhao Yuan, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, hadn't had time to pull out Wan Ling'er's flying sword. The screaming Wan Ling'er had already rolled down with a lot of snow. , like a landslide.

Thunderbolt!

avalanche!

"not good!"

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

Zhao Yuan's body rolled in tens of thousands of tons of snow, and a few seconds later, amidst the bang, Zhao Yuan felt a huge pressure coming from above his body, making his internal organs burst with pain. , Immediately afterwards, he passed out.

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

"Where are we?"

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

"The snow hit the rock wall and opened a cave, and we were poured into the cave by the snow, and now we are trapped... It's all my fault... It's all my fault... I don't I should have jumped off... I also lost my flying sword..." Wan Ling'er was crying.