[Martial Arts] Infinite Chamber Game

Cold wind, mist, and broken vines like rain.

Ye Gucheng walked very slowly. As he came over, all the dangers in the dense forest seemed to have instantly turned into props to set him off. He was just like a fairy from the sky who had descended to the earth.

When Ximen Chuxue saw him, his face, dripping with cold sweat, almost turned the color of rust. He immediately tore a piece of cloth from his body to cover his eyes, earnestly fulfilling his wish of "never wanting to see him again in my life". If possible, he even hoped that Ye Gucheng would die immediately.

Linghu Chong was not so awkward. He was like a traveler who was dying of thirst in the desert and suddenly found an oasis. His eyes lit up and he excitedly stepped forward and said, "You're here!"

Ye Gucheng nodded slightly, but his eyes turned to Ximen Chuxue. He was half-kneeling on the ground, leaning on his sword with one hand, his hair hanging down, covering half of his face, his clothes torn, revealing his pale and bleeding skin, looking very embarrassed.

Seeing your enemy, especially the one who bullied you not long ago, in such a miserable state should have been a happy thing. If it was an immoral guy, he might have laughed out loud.

Ye Gucheng couldn't be happy, nor could he laugh. He just felt an inexplicable anger rising in his heart.

Although he couldn't laugh, it didn't stop him from saying something sarcastically: "I already know what you asked Lin Xian'er to tell you. She also has something for me to tell you."

That was definitely not something nice to say, but since Ye Gucheng wanted to say it, Ximen Chuxue had no choice but to listen.

"She said that being on a team with you is really unlucky."

Ximen Chuixue turned his head, angrily pulled off the blindfold, and said coldly: "I heard it."

The sword flashed, Ye Gucheng turned around and stopped looking at him, saying calmly: "It's dangerous here, isn't it?"

Linghu Chong said, "That's right, we have to leave quickly!" As he said that, he went to hug Ximen Chuxue again. Ximen Chuxue glared at him, and Linghu Chong's hand froze in mid-air. He could only watch him support himself with his sword and stand up shakily.

Even such a small movement affected the injury, and Ximen Chuixue spat out a large mouthful of blood. He gritted his teeth, wiped the blood from his lips, and said word by word: "I won't leave."

This is not walking, it is escaping. It's not that Ximen Chuxue has never escaped, but he would rather die than escape from Ye Gucheng, let alone be saved by him.

Anyone can do it, but Ye Gucheng can’t!

A bottle of recovery potion appeared in his palm. He hesitated for a moment and drank one third of it.

Fortunately, the smell inhaled previously only had aphrodisiac components and did not really induce estrus. As a large amount of blood was lost, the inhaled gas also flowed out.

Ximen Chuxue suppressed his nausea and drank the entire bottle of potion. After his body recovered and his black-scabbard sword was unsheathed, he stepped deeper into the dangerous white fog.

Linghu Chong could not understand this behavior. The danger of this dense forest was clearly laid out before them. First there were the nightmarers, then there were the mutant vines. What was next? The vines cut by Ye Gucheng gave them some buffer time. If they wanted to run, they could have easily escaped. Why did they have to go in and die?
Just because you don't want to admit defeat in front of your mortal enemy?
Linghu Chong looked at the two people in front of him and couldn't help laughing. He chased after them and said, "I'll accompany you!"

Ximen Chuixue looked at him and asked, "Do you want to die?"

Linghu Chong said, "I'm not looking for death." He suddenly grabbed Ximen Chuxue's wrist and put his other hand around Ye Gucheng's shoulder: "We are friends! No matter if we have to climb mountains of swords or descend into seas of fire, no matter what monsters are ahead, I will follow you!"

Neither Ximen Chuxue nor Ye Gucheng said anything, but their cold and sharp eyes were burning with different emotions.

This emotion did not last long, because the calm forest shook again. The change came from under their feet. The red soil suddenly cracked. The vines that were originally attached to it seemed to be affected by something. They shook and suddenly expanded several times. The three people jumped away at the same time in tacit understanding. The next moment, the vines exploded and white mist erupted! Completely blocking the view.

The fog was cold, sticky and dizzy.

The protective suits of Ximen Chuxue and Linghu Chong were both damaged. At the moment the white mist erupted, both of them felt as if a layer of ice had formed on their bodies, and their limbs suddenly stiffened. Ye Gucheng was better off. After jumping away, he swung his sword in the mist. The sword energy brought about the wind, and the wind wrapped in the sharp blade blew away the mist. The hidden vine tentacles were also chopped into pieces by the sharp sword energy!

At the same time, Ye Gucheng released the mecha and said, "Go in, don't cause any more trouble."

Ximen Chuxue held his breath.

Ye Gucheng's mecha is a prototype mecha. For warriors like them, the biggest use of this mecha is that it can fly and keep out the cold and heat. It is not needed for anything else. It is faster to kill insects by oneself than to drive it.

The primary mecha cannot use sword energy. Ximen Chuxue had spent countless days and nights practicing but could not overcome this. With his current proficiency in mecha, he can only control the primary one. There is no other way. Losing the protective suit will greatly affect the battle, so he can only go in.

Linghu Chong's mecha was much more advanced. After it was turned on, dark green lasers shot out from the palm of the iron giant, and a large number of tentacles withered away, no slower than the sword cutting.

He made a Versailles voice: "I was thinking about honing my sword skills, but I didn't expect that I would have to use this thing in the end."

As it spoke, the mecha slowly rose into the air, and the laser fired a burst of light. With a whoosh sound, the high temperature diluted the cold mist.

This is very hateful.

Ximen Chuxue was naturally not willing to be outdone. He used his mecha to slash at the vines with his lightsaber, making a whirlwind spiral cut, as if he was possessed by a lawn mower, and his speed was faster than any previous simulation.

As for Ye Gucheng, without the heavy encumbrance of the mecha, he was like a gust of wind outside the white clouds. Wherever the sword energy spread, broken branches shattered like rain, and his figure almost merged with the white mist.

The sword is like a flying fairy, and the man is also like a fairy.

He is completely different from the drunk him.

The unscrupulous fighting style completely angered the dense forest, and it used its trump card.

Previously, only the vines attached to the surface were shaking, but this time, the red earth was agitated. It had revealed gullies and deep pits under the burning bombardment of lasers and electromagnetic cannons. Suddenly, the gullies disappeared, and the deep pits disappeared too. When the earth really cracked completely, revealing the abyss underneath, naturally, no traces of those pits could be seen.

Heaven and earth seemed turned upside down.

The abyss was bottomless. Ye Gucheng still felt frightened when he stepped on a huge slippery tentacle on the surface.

In the depths of the abyss, countless eyes opened, emitting a faint red light. The dense forest revealed its full appearance.

Linghu Chong's mecha was suspended in mid-air, and he could barely see what this "dense forest" was.

A first-order insect, of unknown species, it likes shade and is afraid of light. It is forty kilometers long, with its body buried underground, its limbs forming the land, and covered with vegetation. It is extremely aggressive.

The abyss is its open mouth, and nightmare beings are mere parasites compared to it.

Countless long tentacles stretched out from the mouth of the strange insect and entangled the mecha stranded in mid-air in an instant. Lasers and electromagnetic cannons bombarded it at the same time, but the long tentacles only wilted for a moment, and then attacked at an even faster speed!

The mecha's hands and feet were entangled by tentacles and were being pulled down desperately!

hula-

The mecha fell at high speed.

The experienced mecha soldiers had naturally already learned how to deal with it. The moment the mecha fell, Linghu Chong opened the hatch and jumped out, and at the same time activated the self-destruct program of the advanced mecha!
With a loud bang, the abyss exploded into a sea of ​​fire!
The tentacles twisted, trying frantically to grab everything they could. Ximen Chuxue dodged by rolling over and over, but finally had to get out of the mecha. The target was too big, and once he was entangled by the tentacles, he could not break free at all.

The three men landed on a vine while dodging.

From the abyss, clusters of fire snakes rushed up, and a shrill sound that seemed to come from the depths of the soul echoed in all directions, causing the eardrums of the three people to bleed at the same time!
"Come on!"

It was already difficult to step on the ground, and all they could rely on were the tentacles extending from the ground.

Among those tentacles, the thinnest is only as thick as chopsticks, while the thickest is only the size of an adult's arm.

This is a test of lightness and speed. The toes must skim across the water like a dragonfly. They must not stay for too long, and there can be no hesitation. Once caught by the tentacles, the next fate is to be dragged into the abyss and buried in a sea of ​​fire.

The tentacles were slippery, adding an extra layer of difficulty.

Ximen Chuxue and Ye Gucheng were both very good at Qinggong, but Linghu Chong was in a bad situation. He even learned swordsmanship quickly, but he could only know a little about Qinggong, but not much. They had already known this when they fought the demon god Diablo.

He was open-minded by nature, and seeing that the only foothold was already shaky, he just smiled and said, "You really have to leave quickly this time."

“…What are you looking at me for?”

Without doing anything, Ximen Chuxue held his back with one hand and put the other hand around his knees, picked him up sideways, and smoothly touched the tips of the tentacles as thin as two chopsticks.

Ye Gucheng followed closely behind, swinging his sword to cut off the tentacles that were trying to wrap around him.

Linghu Chong's whole body was stiff. He only struggled a bit at first, then dared not move at all. Even his breathing was very light. He knew that if he moved even a little, it would bring unforeseen disaster to his friends.

Fortunately, Ximen Chuxue's Qinggong was much better than he had imagined.

Even the one who crossed the river on a reed was no more than this, right?

he thinks.

The fog gradually faded, and a hint of green could be seen in the distance ahead - even an endless abyss would have an end.

"us……"

Before he could finish his words, a gleam of fire suddenly appeared in Linghu Chong's eyes!
fire!
Dozens of flaming tentacles shot out like sharp swords!

The strange insect that was about to be burned by the fire was obviously unwilling to let people go so easily!

Dozens of "rocket" were about to hit Ximen Chuixue's back! And there was no place to stand around him!
The sharp sword is unavoidable!

Fire in his eyes!

Ximen Chuxue has closed his eyes.

At this moment, the dazzling sword light replaced the firelight, and a hand fell on Ximen Chuxue's back, pushing him out before the vines!
Then there was the splatter of blood!

The pupils of the eyes reflecting the flames suddenly shrank!
"Ye Gucheng!"

Ximen Chuxue finally landed on flat land holding Linghu Chong, but Ye Gucheng stood in front of him. Before he was about to reach the safe place, more than a dozen tentacles burning with blazing flames completely pierced through his body!

Points accumulated on his life, and such injuries could not kill him immediately, but his sword-holding arm was tightly entangled by a thin vine, unable to break free.

It can be imagined that if Ye Gucheng had not taken action, it would have been Ximen Chuxue who was entangled, not him.

Ye Gucheng did not hesitate for a moment. He threw the sword to his other hand, then swung the sword and cut off the arm!

That is the hand of the unrivaled swordsman, the hand holding the sword!

"I don't owe you anything."

These were the last words he uttered before he fainted.

(End of this chapter)