The Prodigies War

The rustling sound sounded, and the figure of the Black Spirit Panther was gradually approaching.

It seemed to smell something, and a pair of green eyes looked towards the rock where Lin Xun was hiding.

Whoosh!

At this moment, Lin Xun stormed out, and the army-breaking sword drew a sharp and dazzling light, tearing through the darkness, and slashing down.

With a puff, the Black Spirit Leopard didn't have time to dodge, and was cut to the ground by a knife, blood spurted out, and its huge body fell to the ground.

hum!

But at the same time, an incomparably sharp black edge uttered a hurried shriek, and suddenly stabbed from behind Lin Xun.

Incredibly fast!

It seems that he has been waiting there for a long time, and the angle of attack is also very cunning. If you are an ordinary cultivator, I am afraid that it will be too late to react.

But Lin Xun seemed to have eyes behind him. After killing the Black Spirit Leopard, his waist suddenly arched and he twisted it in mid-air.

brush!

The army-breaking sword in the palm of the hand slashed backwards like the Milky Way, and with a bang, it slashed precisely on the black edge.

There was a muffled hum from behind, and a ghostly figure that seemed to be integrated with black clothes suddenly appeared!

This is a slender young man, dressed in black, with a faint blue luster in his pupils, which looks intimidating and strange.

The lean boy missed a hit, and seemed a little surprised. He was about to escape when he saw Lin Xunruo flashing like lightning.

Killed with a knife.

boom!

The lean boy's reaction was also very alert, a sharp black iron rod in his hand suddenly lifted up, and he fought with Lin Xun recklessly.

Never thought that Lin Xun's blade produced a terrifying suction force, instantly sticking to the opponent's weapon, dragging it hard!

The lean boy's body staggered forward uncontrollably.

Taking this opportunity, Lin Xun rubbed his body in front of him, and the fingers of his left hand suddenly exerted force, bang bang bang three punches, all hitting the opponent's throat.

With a click, the thin young man's neck was broken, his head was tilted, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground, losing his life.

Between lightning bolts, this confrontation has been decided!

Incredibly fast, but also dangerous to the extreme, if Lin Xun had not already noticed the other party's trail, and used his body as a bait to lead the other party to attack and expose the trail, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Chi!

Killing the opponent neatly, Lin Xun didn't hesitate at all, tore open the front of the opponent's shirt, and immediately saw that the chest area was imprinted with a natural "totem barbaric pattern", which looked like running water.

This is the symbol of the Shuiman lineage in the Wuman clan!

In other words, this lean teenager is a strong water savage.

Lin Xun raised his knife and cut down the opponent's skin together with the "totem barbaric pattern". After a little processing, he put it into the storage ring.

This is "military merit", killing the enemy and collecting "totem barbaric pattern" is the most convincing evidence when exchanging military merit.

In addition, Lin Xun found a "short thorn", the whole body was pitch black, about two feet long. .

In the Wuman clan, this weapon is called "barbarian weapon", and the texture engraved on the surface is called barbarian pattern.

As far as Lin Xun knew, among the Wuman clan, only "totem sacrificial" could refine barbarian weapons, and the so-called totem sacrificial was actually a kind of role with the spirit pattern masters in the empire.

It is worth mentioning that the barbarian weapon can only exert its powerful power when it is used in the hands of the descendants of Wuman, and the reason lies in the barbaric pattern carved on the barbarian weapon.

This kind of wild pattern and spirit pattern seem to be the same, but the mystery is completely different, and it cannot be used with aura.

In short, the barbarian weapon, barbarian pattern, and the strong man of the Wuman family can exert their power.

And the spiritual tools and spiritual patterns, combined with the spiritual power of the imperial cultivators, can exert their power.

This is the difference. The empire and the Wuman clan belong to two completely different civilizations, and the artifacts and cultivation methods formed are also completely different.

In addition to this "short thorn", there are still some odds and ends on this Shuiman youth, herbs for healing, and mountain fruits to replenish physical strength, all of which were collected by Lin Xun into the storage ring.

After doing all this, Lin Xun was about to leave when he suddenly heard a rustling sound. He turned his head and saw that the black leopard corpse that was killed just now was covered with a dense layer of insects.

Those worms are only the size of a pinky thumb, their bodies are pitch black, and they are full of fine and sharp fangs, and they look extremely ferocious.

They burrowed out from under the surface, like a group of sharks smelling blood. In just a few breaths, the body of the Black Spirit Panther was devoured, leaving no bones behind!

Immediately, they swarmed over the corpse of the Shuiman boy, and staged the same scene of "destruction and destruction".

Seeing all this, Lin Xun couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and he felt more and more that this Magic Cloud Ridge was full of strangeness and danger, at least like this black bug, which he had never heard of before.

Fortunately, these bugs did not seem to be interested in living life, and did not attack Lin Xun, and soon disappeared under the surface like quicksand.

Looking at it again, there was no black spirit leopard's body at the scene, nor the body of the young Shuiman, and even the blood on the ground disappeared, as if nothing happened just now.

"If you die here unfortunately, you will really lose your bones..." Lin Xun didn't dare to delay any longer, and continued to snatch forward while taking advantage of the night.

He needs to understand the environment of the Magic Cloud Ridge first. Only in this way can the danger of the situation be minimized.

...

seven days in a row.

Lin Xun has never stopped, going all the way over mountains and mountains, through swamps, wading in bad waters, climbing cliffs, and crossing forests.

Along the way, he suffered an ambush, encountered an assassination, and encountered the enemy head-on. The danger was big and small, but in the end, the enemy was dead on his way.

There was no real life-threatening danger, but Lin Xun knew that this kind of thing was bound to happen, maybe it would happen soon.

In the past seven days, he has been single-handedly and deeply alone, like an old and ruthless hunter, every inch of his body is tense, and he has never slackened a bit.

It is very dangerous here, life and death, maybe the result can be separated in an instant.

If you don't want to die, you must show strength and resourcefulness that are stronger than the enemy!

Lin Xun has never lacked experience in ischemic warfare. In the complex and dangerous Moyun Ridge, he can even exert more fighting methods than usual.

The only thing that makes Lin Xun difficult is the supply of materials.

In the blood-killing camp, he could swallow the condensation pill every day to practice, so he didn't have to worry about the supplies for practice.

But in this poor mountain and evil water-like Demon Cloud Ridge, he has to cultivate, recover his physical strength, and treat his injuries. He can only rely on himself to find spiritual medicines and herbs that can be used, or to seize them from the enemy.

Other than that, there is no other way.

Lin Xun didn't know how the other students were doing now, and whether anyone had been eliminated, he didn't even bother to care about it.

Magic Cloud Ridge is more dangerous than Lin Xun imagined. It is really difficult to stay here for three months and earn enough military merit without being eliminated.

Under such circumstances, Lin Xun still has the energy to care about other people.

Around one o'clock in the afternoon.

It was still dark in the Magic Cloud Ridge, and the sky was covered with a thick haze, which was depressing.

Lin Xun's body curled up into a ball, hiding in a dark crevice of rocks, with a thick cluster of weeds blocking the outside.

Lin Xun is resting and recovering his strength.

On the surface of his skin, a light layer of grass ash is smeared, which is "Cordyceps sinensis", which can not only cover the breath, but also won't attract the attention of beasts and insects.

"With all the materials at present, I can barely hold on until tomorrow afternoon. The most important thing is to find items that replenish spiritual power. Otherwise, the combat power will not be able to maintain the peak level, and it will inevitably fall into a dangerous situation..."

Lin Xun thought silently.

In the past seven days, he killed 19 Wuman powerhouses and obtained a lot of materials, but these materials could not maintain Lin Xun's consumption rate.

You can also find some spiritual herbs and spiritual fruits in the Magic Cloud Ridge, but they are nothing but a drop in the bucket. Unless you find some first-class precious elixir, the recovery of combat power will become the most fatal problem.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from a distance, which made Lin Xun's heart shudder, and his curled body was tense like a bowstring.

Not long after, a group of teams walked out of the mountains and forests.

This is a team of more than 30 witches and barbarians, escorting more than 20 soldiers wearing the uniforms of the Imperial Black Wind Army.

These soldiers, men and women, were all bound with chains and driven like cattle and sheep, and everyone's expression was full of anger, despair, and frustration.

They walked all the way, as if they were going somewhere, and soon passed by the low rock pile where Lin Xun was hiding, and disappeared into the distance.

Lin Xun jumped out and quietly chased after him.

The Demon Cloud Ridge is extremely large. Before Lin Xun and the other students of the Blood Killing Camp arrived, the Imperial Black Wind Army often sent soldiers to the depths of the Demon Cloud Ridge to conduct guerrilla warfare with the powerful witches.

It's just that Lin Xun didn't expect that on the seventh day he entered Moyunling, he would see such a scene. When he saw those imperial soldiers who were captured like cattle and sheep, and saw the anger and despair written in their expressions, Lin Xun realized. Come on, you have to do something!

Following it all the way, until it was almost evening, the team of witches and barbarians escorted the captives into a canyon.

Lin Xun followed up to this point, and after a brief glance at the surrounding environment, he climbed to the top of a mountain and saw the scene in the canyon clearly at a glance.

A temporary camp was built in the canyon.

At this time, in front of the camp, dozens of witches and barbarians were cruising with weapons. In the center of the camp, there was a huge stone table. Three men with obviously extremely tyrannical breaths were sitting in front of the stone table, as if they were negotiating. matter.

On the other side of the camp, there were cages placed one by one, in which prisoners were held captive imperial soldiers.

In front of these cages, there is also a high platform shaped like a gallows, with a huge iron pot on a bonfire burning in front of the high platform.

At this time, a human race boy was tied up on the high platform, his mouth was gagged, his face was pale and frightened, his body was trembling, and he struggled constantly.

And beside the high platform, a shaman man carried a sharp knife in his hand, and with a grim smile, he slashed off an arm of the young man, and threw it into the iron pot on the bonfire.

wow~

A dazzling red blood appeared in the boiling water of the iron pot.

Lin Xun's pupils narrowed suddenly, and a chill appeared on Qing Jun's face, is he going to eat people? !

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PS: The second is around 7:00.

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