Why worry about the blue sky on the road?

Tap tap tap——

Tap tap tap——

Thin raindrops fell in the endless dense forest, rapid footsteps appeared and disappeared in the rain curtain, and there were beast howls and calls from far behind:

"Stop running away, I'll give you a good time."

Two figures, one behind the other, walked through the endless forest. They didn't know where they went or how far they had to run. They were both sweating like rain and panting like cattle.

Gradually, the people running behind could no longer run and their speed began to slow down.

But the person who slowed down was not Wang Rui, who had a shallow cultivation level, but Zuo Lingquan, who had reached the end of his strength.

Zuo Lingquan has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and is gifted with unparalleled explosive power. However, no matter how good his explosive power is, he is still a mortal body.

How far can an ordinary person run at full speed, even if he is trying to escape?

Under normal circumstances, anyone who sprints at full speed for half a mile is a fierce person. Zuo Lingquan ran nearly five miles.

Even if Wang Rui is only at the third level of Qi refining, he still has a body of true energy to rely on. As long as the true energy is not exhausted, the true energy in his body will continuously feed back to his body, and he will not die from exhaustion no matter how far he runs. The same is true for the six monks who are chasing after him.

Manpower will eventually be exhausted, but heaven will not.

Zuo Lingquan didn't believe this sentence before, but now he found that it was indeed true.

No matter whether you are unwilling or unwilling, you can't get rid of the gradual loss of strength in your body; you want to take a breath, but the breath is getting shorter and shorter.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were still as sharp as a sword, but his purple complexion and beating heartbeat kept reminding him that it was time to stop and rest.

But I can’t stop, I’ll die if I stop!

Wang Rui's breathing was equally heavy, and he ran forward with his head buried in the air, looking for a way out.

Ever since he was rescued last time, in Wang Rui's mind, Zuo Lingquan was much stronger than him, and he never thought that Zuo Lingquan would be unable to keep up.

But as he ran, Wang Rui also noticed that the distance between Zuo Lingquan was getting farther and farther, until the footsteps behind him suddenly stopped.

"Senior Brother Zuo?!"

Wang Rui quickly stopped and turned around to ask in the smallest voice.

Zuo Lingquan stood on the spot, holding a long sword in his hand, raindrops sliding down the sword's edge; his back was to Wang Rui, and sweat was steaming from his body.

Wang Rui didn't know why, looked behind cautiously, and whispered:

"Senior Brother Zuo, run quickly, these people will be chasing you soon."

Zuo Lingquan looked into the depths of the forest behind him, adjusted his breathing with all his strength, suppressed the trembling of his muscles, and spoke in a calm voice:

"You will die if you run, and you will die if you don't run. How can a swordsman turn his back on the enemy and run to death? You go first, and I will fight out."

Wang Rui actually knew that running would mean death.

Of the six monks behind, five of them were at least the eighth level of Qi Refining and above. Regardless of their endurance or combat prowess, they could be crushed without any suspense.

Now we are keeping a little distance, just because the wandering warlocks can't run fast. The martial arts cultivators holding the shield are afraid that Zuo Lingquan will ambush and steal people, so they deliberately slow down and huddle together. There are two beasts following the traces behind. No matter how far they run, they can't run any further.

Can't get rid of it.

But if you keep running, you will at least have a glimmer of hope. What if the division commanders come over?

Qihuang Valley is a hundred miles away. In fact, it is better to rely on the masters than to hope that a big demon will emerge from the mountains and scare away a few wild cultivators.

But no matter how unrealistic it is, there is always some hope. If you go back, you will definitely die!

Wang Rui walked up quickly and was about to persuade Zuo Lingquan not to act out of anger, but when he saw Zuo Lingquan's purple complexion, he understood why Zuo Lingquan stopped - he would have to run to death if he ran again. Zuo Lingquan's only

The only way to survive is to go back and kill six opponents while you still have some strength.

Wang Rui opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

"You go."

Zuo Lingquan took a deep breath and walked forward with his sword in hand.

Wang Rui hesitated for a moment, looked back at the depths of Evergreen Mountain, and then at Zuo Lingquan's back. Finally he gritted his teeth, ran forward, and grabbed Zuo Lingquan:

"Senior brother, don't be so reckless. If you have to be smart, I have a way."

Zuo Lingquan paused and turned to look at Wang Rui, with a hint of hope in his eyes.

After all, the situation has no solution. If there is a glimmer of hope, who would be willing to go back and die.

Wang Rui wiped the rain off his face, looked left and right at the dense rainforest, and then pointed to the crown of a big tree:

"Senior brother, you better ambush there. I had a great opportunity when I was a child and learned a secret technique. I didn't dare to show it in Qihuang Valley before. Now I don't have to use it anymore. You can just see what I have to do."

While talking, Wang Rui took out the water bag from his waist and handed it to Zuo Lingquan:

"By the way, human blood is needed to perform the spell. Senior brother, please put a few drops of blood in it."

In a desperate situation, no matter how unreliable the method is, you have to try it. It is better than risking your life.

Zuo Lingquan hesitated for only a moment, but still believed Wang Rui. After taking the water bag and filling his mouth, he cut his finger with the blade of his sword, dripped blood into it, and handed it to Wang Rui:

"Is it enough?"

"That's enough. Treat the wound well so that the tracking beasts don't notice it in advance."

Wang Rui took the water bag and ran quickly to the rear, while the beasts behind him growled closer and closer.

Zuo Lingquan took care of the wound on his finger, concealed his whereabouts, and quietly walked to the big tree in the distance, climbed up the tree, and hid his figure among the canopy.

Soon, six figures in black cloaks appeared under the canopy of trees at the end of the field of vision and walked quickly towards this direction.

Through the dense canopy of trees, one could vaguely see the man holding the sword and shield walking in front, the other five people walking behind, each paying attention to the surroundings, while two black panthers with black bodies were following the trail ahead.

Zuo Lingquan held his breath and waited for the opportunity among the tree crowns. At the same time, he also paid attention to the direction in which Wang Rui disappeared, wanting to see what kind of thing Wang Rui was hiding that could make him come back in this desperate situation.

Unfortunately, Zuo Lingquan waited for a long time and could not see anything earth-shattering. Instead, a few wild cultivators in the distance came closer and closer, and finally reached the place where the two of them had just stayed. Faint words came from the night rain.

Come:

"The footprints disappeared, it seems that I didn't run away..."

"Without the true energy, it's incredible to run so far. I guess I just hid my whereabouts and walked away slowly..."

"Be careful of ambush, Zhao Ze, have you found any traces..."

"Wait a minute...the leopard smelled blood, and the two of them went to the southwest..."

"Chase."

…

In the dense forest, the six monks were on guard in all directions, moving toward the southwest, gradually getting further away.

Zuo Lingquan felt like he was struck by lightning!

He stared at the six people walking away, his breathing had stopped, but his eyes could not suppress the slight trembling.

…

"The spell requires human blood. Senior brother, please put a few drops of blood in it..."

"I've learned a secret technique...just watch mine..."

…

The words just now were still fresh in his mind, and now Zuo Lingquan saw them.

What bullshit secret technique, trick to lure the enemy, just trading life for life!

He saved Wang Rui once, but he didn't expect Wang Rui to repay him in this way!

The knuckles of Zuo Lingquan's hand holding the sword hilt were white, and the sword hilt wrapped with black rope seemed to be crushed.

There was no way out just now, but now a way out is right in front of us.

Reason told Zuo Lingquan that he should seize this opportunity.

Don't say anything, don't be reckless, if you act impulsively, both of you will die in vain, and the efforts of others will be wasted.

The enemy was already far away. Now he only needed to wait for a moment, then be more careful and escape in the opposite direction, and he would have a chance to escape.

Zuo Lingquan is doing this, and so should be the case.

But he is not willing to do this!

He has been practicing swordsmanship since he was three years old. He practiced swordsmanship for fourteen years and never slacked off for a day.

He almost cruelly squeezes his own potential, almost stubbornly thrusts out one sword after another, for what reason?

The reason is not to be weaker than others in this life.

In order to gain a firm foothold in this world where people can move mountains and seas, so as not to be like now, watching others die for you but being powerless.

Because there is a first time for this kind of thing, and there will be a second and third time in the future.

If you accept this love today, there may be an even more disturbing situation in the future. Will you continue to live an ignoble existence then?

The enemy this time is indeed powerful, so powerful that no chance is seen, but when is the enemy not powerful?
To be continued...