The forest recedes rapidly beneath our feet.
Shen Heming's escape speed is not slow, but at this moment he wishes he could grow two more legs.
His right hand firmly grasped the back of Liuyun's neck, lifting this little junior brother in the air like a kitten.
"What's the use of cutting off his arm?!" He yelled in a low voice, but couldn't suppress the anger in him.
Liuyun was knocked out of breath, but there was still an indifferent smile on his lips, "You only said you wouldn't let me kill him, but you didn't say you wouldn't let me chop off his arm."
Shen Heming was so angry that he almost threw the person in his hand away.
He took a deep breath and swallowed back the curse that rose to his throat.
Now is not the time for internal strife.
He Divine Sense looked behind him in the direction of Gold Element Tower, and the breath that made his heart palpitate had arrived at the square.
"It's not safe." He murmured, his brows knitted into a tight knot, "The man's speed is not low, if he comes after me..."
Shen Heming felt panicked.
This is the biggest crisis he has encountered in the twenty days since he entered Small World.
I am the second senior brother of the Heavenly Origin Sect. On weekdays, even Song Yuan and Liu Qian would give me a face.
But who would have thought that a force ranked seventy-three would actually hide such a person.
Where did this horse-riding master come from?!
That aura is even stronger than Song Yuan.
The two golden Alchemist brothers behind him were also running away desperately, their footsteps rapid and messy.
Shen Heming's mind was spinning rapidly, trying to figure out the man's speed and possible pursuit route.
But the panicked thoughts were like a thorn, making Shen Heming feel uneasy.
He gritted his teeth and pushed Spiritual Power to the extreme, speeding up by three points.
Just then.
The sound of running footsteps behind him suddenly disappeared.
It was a very subtle change, but in the perception of monk Golden Core Realm, it was like a thunder drum suddenly stopping.
Shen Heming's heart suddenly sank and he turned his head to look back.
Golden Core Third Layer's junior brother is missing.
It's not that he fell behind or went off track, it just completely disappeared from his perception.
The junior brother Golden Core Fourth Layer also noticed something strange and turned around.
He only glanced at it, and his pupils suddenly shrank into needlepoints.
A few dozen feet away in the forest clearing, a headless corpse was slowly falling down.
The broken neck was as flat as a mirror, and blood spurted out, staining the dead leaves at his feet red.
That is their junior brother Golden Core Third Layer.
But the murderer was not in sight at this time.
Golden Core Fourth Layer monk's hair exploded instantly.
He instinctively wanted to draw his sword, wanted to release the Spiritual Power protective body, wanted to do something to save his life--
A big hand reached out from the void and accurately grasped the back of his neck.
His five fingers were like iron pliers, the force was so strong that his bones were creaking.
He didn't even have time to let out a scream, and his whole forward momentum was abruptly interrupted.
The field of vision was turned upside down, and the ground quickly expanded in front of his eyes.
"Bang--!!!"
His head was pressed hard into the soil.
The body was still sliding forward under the action of inertia, plowing a long ravine in the forest, with gravel, soil, and broken branches flying everywhere.
After sliding for more than ten feet, the body finally stopped.
Shen Heming There is no looking back.
He didn't dare to look back.
Divine Sense The picture captured at that moment was enough for him to make a judgment.
Golden Core Eighth Layer, at least Golden Core Eighth Layer.
Spiritual Power is honest, ruthless, and Movement Method is weird.
Can't beat it.
Escape.
Must escape.
Shen Heming's eyes flashed with fierceness, and various ways of escape flashed through his mind.
He lowered his head and glanced at Liuyun, which he was carrying in his right hand. This little junior brother was still struggling and muttering something unknown.
He hesitated for less than a breath.
Draw the sword with your left hand.
The sword flashed.
"Pfft--"
Liuyun's left leg was completely severed from the knee.
Blood surged like a fountain, splattering on the corners of Shen Heming's robe.
Liuyun didn't even have time to react. It wasn't until the severe pain from the broken leg reached his brain that his eyes suddenly widened.
"Ahhhh--!!!" His voice was shrill and hoarse, full of disbelief, "You... are riding on a horse?!"
Shen Heming didn't look at him.
A trace of guilt flashed across his face, but was quickly suppressed by his survival instinct.
With a flick of his right hand, Liuyun was like a discarded rag doll, drawing an arc and rolling down behind him.
"I'm sorry, little junior brother." Shen Heming's voice floated from the front, getting farther and farther away, "I will let Master avenge you."
Liuyun's body fell heavily to the ground and rolled seven or eight times among the gravel and dead leaves before stopping.
The blood from the broken leg was still gushing out, and the pain made his whole body convulse.
He lay on the ground, raised his head, and could only see the dark green back of Shen Heming shrinking rapidly, disappearing deep into the forest in the blink of an eye.
"Shen Heming... I am Ganlinliang..."
Liuyun's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with deep-seated hatred.
But at this moment, even hatred seemed pale and feeble.
The pursuers behind you are coming soon.
Zhou Qi stood next to Golden Core Fourth Layer who was plowing the field, and looked down.
That Golden Core Third Layer just killed it too fast.
It's better to break the legs and leave it to those three people.
Therefore, the second target was not killed, but directly pressed into the soil.
Golden Core Fourth Layer is struggling to climb out of the ravine.
The dirt fell from his body, his face turned red, and his eyes were filled with humiliation and rage.
He slammed the ground, his whole body ejected into the air, his long sword was unsheathed, and he slashed towards Zhou Qi.
Zhou Qi didn't even raise his eyelids.
He raised his right hand and patted it casually.
"When--!"
The sword body was shaken violently by the slap. Golden Core Fourth Layer monk felt an overwhelming force coming from the sword body. The tiger's mouth cracked instantly. The long sword flew out of his hand, turned several times in the air, and was inserted into the soil ten feet away.
Before he could react, Zhou Qi's left hand had already made a fist and punched him in the chest.
"Bang--!"
The sound of broken bones was clearly audible.
Golden Core Fourth Layer monk's whole figure was like a kite with its string broken, flying upside down and breaking seven or eight big trees as big as a bowl before falling heavily to the ground.
Rubbles and broken branches fell to the ground.
He was lying in the ruins, vomiting blood profusely, his chest collapsed, and his face was as white as paper.
After struggling twice, I couldn't get up.
Zhou Qi walked over and looked at him condescendingly.
Then, Startling Rainbow Saber was unsheathed.
Both legs were severed at the root, and the incision was as smooth as if it had been cut by a laser.
Golden Core Fourth Layer monk didn't even have time to scream, he rolled his eyes and passed out completely.
Zhou Qi sheathed the knife and nodded with satisfaction.
Keep your mouth alive, break your legs, the points are still there, and you can't run away.
Perfect.
He raised his head and Divine Sense looked forward.
In the forest ahead, a faint breath of Foundation Establishment is moving slowly.
Zhou Qi's body flashed, and the gray robe pulled out an afterimage in the forest.
After a few breaths, he saw Liuyun.
At this time, one leg was jumping forward with difficulty.
His left leg was empty from the knee down, blood was still oozing out, his face was covered with dirt and tears, his lips were trembling, and he was mumbling something repeatedly.
"... Beast...Shen Heming You must die a good death..."
Zhou Qi fell behind him, silently.
Liuyun noticed something and turned around suddenly.
Seeing that indifferent face, his pupils shrank suddenly and his lips trembled twice. He wanted to say something but Zhou Qi's fist had already arrived.
"Bang--!"
A punch to the back.
Liuyun fell forward and hit his face on the gravel ground, leaving a shallow blood mark. He rolled over three or four times before stopping, rolled his eyes, and passed out.
Zhou Qi released Divine Sense and felt it for a while. There was no one around for two hundred miles.
This Heavenly Origin Sect must have some kind of escape technique, and he doesn't run very slowly.
Zhou Qi thought for a moment and stopped chasing. He bent down and grabbed Liuyun's leg with one hand, and lifted the unconscious monk Golden Core Fourth Layer with the other hand. He flashed in the direction of Gold Element Tower.