After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Like the wolves, the Chiyou people have also tempered their strong bones and a set of ruthless sword skills in the long-term fighting and fighting.But the difference is that the wolf tribe's sword technique focuses on strength. A single slash can cut mountains and break roads, and overwhelm mountains and seas. Changes, impermanent moves, unpredictable, and strong adaptability to opponents.

This is almost the natural nemesis of Qingqiu's sword technique, which is famous for its freehand brushwork.Compared with swords, knives are inherently clumsier and heavier. Long spirits themselves lack spiritual power, so they are not suitable for using knives as weapons, nor do they have the physical conditions to practice knives. Therefore, knives are more often used for long spirits. It is just a tool to transform spiritual power into lethal power, because the blade is simpler, rougher and more powerful than the sword.When the restriction is lifted and the spiritual power is fully activated, the water cut off can easily achieve the effect of "four or two strokes of a thousand catties".Therefore, even in the face of Qiu Ye and the thousands of cavalry from the Qinglang tribe, Chang Ling can do a job with ease and stay calm in the face of danger.

But the unpredictable and too fast speed of Chi You's sword technique greatly restricted the rhythm of Chang Ling's spiritual power.When the rhythm became chaotic, "four or two strokes of a thousand catties" became "hitting a stone with an egg". It didn't take long for Chang Ling to get stabbed several times.

Zhuye obviously discovered this weakness of the long spirit, he became more and more like playing with prey, and did not use heavy hands, cutting off the corner of the long spirit's cloak, the cuffs of the long spirit, and the hem of the long spirit, as if painting colors , adding bloodstains one after another on the boy's body.

Ding--

There will be a pleasant bell sound in the forest.

Zhuye suddenly realized that the blood jade collar from the young man's neck shook his mind, and the blade cut towards the head of Chang Ling more aggressively.

Long Ling bent back, avoiding the blade with an incredible flexibility, and at the same time slashed towards Zhuye's leg.Chayer was caught off guard by a knife, and his knee was bleeding profusely.

Zhuye licked the corner of his lips, his eyes showed a dangerous smell similar to that of a beast smelling blood, and the blade in his hand cut towards Muli again at a strange angle.

A corner of the veil on the curtain was torn off, and it fell on the thorny branches beside him. Chang Ling took a few steps back and held the knife to stand firm. The blade was dyed an eerie dark red.

Across the destroyed corner of the curtain, Chayer greedily admired the boy's black hair and stubborn and pitiful battle damage appearance, as if he was looking at a porcelain doll on the verge of being broken, and said with a grin: "You disobedient little girl!" Prey, but it will suffer."

Chang Ling turned around with his knife in hand, turned into a spirit fox, and went deeper into the dense forest.

Chaser was obviously very happy to play this cat-and-mouse game, smiled and immediately followed.A small group of foxes, covered by trees and grass, dodged left and right, swift as lightning, and quickly escaped from Chayer's sight.Chaye didn't panic, put the knife to the waist, pressed the temples with both hands and ten fingers, fully activated the aura, and used the "spirit detection technique", while moving vigorously among the trees, while tracking the long spirit's movement with spiritual knowledge figure.

After a while, the target was firmly locked.

Excited by the wild, he flew into a natural hot spring next to the mountain stream.The steam in the hot spring was steaming, and the figure of the boy hiding in it was vaguely outlined.

Chayer couldn't wait for the water to flow to the place where the hot spring and the cave meet. Seeing that he was about to get close to the target, the little fox who was squatting on the rock with his head tilted suddenly disappeared.Chayer searched around anxiously, and found the little fox squatting upright on another stone.Zhuye suspected that his eyes were dazzled, so he hurriedly changed direction and headed for the rock. When he was about to arrive, the same strange thing happened again. When he turned around, the little fox had changed his position again, and it was still the same. The posture is squatting.

Chasing the field to this point, Fang vaguely sensed something was wrong. When he came to his senses and wanted to turn around, he suddenly found that his vision had long been obscured by the steaming mist. With the sound of gurgling water in his ears, he couldn't even find his way again.This cunning little stunner!Zhuye was so angry that the roots of his teeth itched, and was about to draw out the knife when a slight to extreme coolness suddenly passed by his ears like a breeze.

This is--

Chayer suddenly opened his eyes wide, the chill from the blasted scalp to the bone marrow, but it was too late, the water-cutting blade cut into his neck quickly and ruthlessly, like cabbage in the blink of an eye, His entire head had been severed.

The blood spattered into a long column of blood, dyeing half of the mountain wall red, and there was a thick bloody smell in the mist. Kong Wu, who had lost his head, stood upright for a while before falling into the water with a crash.

Chang Ling was splashed with water drops and blood spots all over his body. The cloak and the silk robe inside were completely soaked. He retracted the knife, held the handle of the knife and gasped for a moment, then turned around resolutely, and went out of the hot spring dripping water.

More and more blood flowed from the green sleeves, drop by drop into the ground, and countless small cracks opened on the invisible skin. Every time Chang Ling walked a certain distance, he had to stop and rest for a while before moving on Walk.

Things haven't been done yet, he can't fall down now.

Chang Ling gritted his teeth and stood up, his eyes went black for a while, and many blurred memories and pictures suddenly became clear like a flash of light. For a while, it was the scene of his mother holding his hand, correcting his typo stroke by stroke, and for a while, he was sneaking away. Entering the Shouyang Palace, he unintentionally turned out the Soft Moon Spirit Armor, and his birth date engraved on the Spirit Armor with the secret art of the Fox Clan.He ran back to the palace excitedly and told his mother about it. The queen mother said, "That is a birthday present prepared by your father and king. When he comes back from the next expedition, he will definitely give it to you in person at the birthday banquet." Chang Ling should be obedient and pretend not to know, so that your father will have a sense of accomplishment.He nodded repeatedly, followed his mother's instructions, pretended not to know, and obediently waited for his gift.It's just that he couldn't wait for his birthday banquet or his birthday gift in the end, but only waited for that person's indifferent figure and the same indifferent voice: "You are the young master of the Fox Clan, this is you!" must bear the responsibility."

his responsibility.

Long Ling dragged the knife and walked forward with difficulty along the route in his memory. The sky gradually rotated, and the branches and leaves of birds gradually turned into a fuzzy mass, like the light and shadow in a glazed lamp, intertwined and changing, and finally overlapped.

In the end, Chang Ling couldn't hold it any longer, so he calmed down and sat down under a big tree while holding the knife.

Unknown owls made strange noises in the forest, as if they were driving away the intruders below and guarding their territory.Chang Ling took out a handful of spiritual fruits from his spirit pouch and sprinkled them in the air. A large group of owls immediately jumped out from among the treetops and leaves, swarming up to snatch the delicious food.

The corner of Chang Ling's mouth twitched, he put the knife on his knee, and gnawed on a spiritual fruit himself.

tread.tread.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a strange sound of hooves coming from far and near, coming from the depths of the forest, like the sound of some kind of beast walking.

The owl that had snatched the food immediately dispersed with a strange cry, probably because it sensed some terrible existence.

Chang Ling's vision was still blurred, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange. Although the monster's hoofbeats were heavy and heavy, it was obviously in a state of leisurely pacing, and it didn't look like it was out looking for food. Why were these birds so frightened?

Just as he was thinking, the ground in front of him suddenly shook.

The beast stopped.

Xu Shi felt that the end was approaching, Changling had no fear for the first time, and gnawed half of the fruit without any haste, put the remaining half in his palm, and handed it out.

"Do you want to eat too? Sorry, there's only so much left."