Chapter 137: A Thin Line Between Life and Death!
Manglong Mountain North
A brook originating from the canyon winds its way through the forest, water crashing against green pebbles making a gurgling sound, several small fish leap out of the water to catch insects flying overhead.
Qin Yun crouched by the stream, scooped up the clear water with both hands and drank it all in one breath. He also washed his face, refreshing his tired spirit.
His current appearance can only be described as disheveled, his tattered outer garment covered in brown bloodstains everywhere, his bare arms wrapped in bandages, and fresh wounds on his face and neck.
Especially the scar on his neck and throat area, which showed that he had been in some kind of danger.
His body was battered and exhausted, this was the ninth day that Qin Yun had entered Mang Long Mountain to hunt down the Wu Tribe warriors. He had lost all his supplies, used up all the talismans he carried with him, and even his hunting bow and hunting knife were lost in battle.
Now, what remains by Qin Yun's side is only the Qingxiao Long Sword in his hand.
In these nine days and nights, Qin Yun continued to move northward, once approaching the Wuzu territory in the north of Manglong Mountain, and experienced more than a dozen large and small fierce battles.
There were eleven more Soul Cards in his luggage, each stained with the blood of enemies and himself, almost every one was exchanged for a life.
At the most critical moment, he unfortunately encountered a congenital strongman of the Wu tribe. If it wasn't for his timely withdrawal, his life would have been lost in the vast mountains.
Even so, the innate strong man of the witch tribe still left a difficult-to-heal scar on his back. Qin Yun spent a night's time to barely disperse the remaining aura in the wound.
Although he wanted to get a few more Soul Cards, at this point, the consequences of taking another risk were extremely severe, and there were only three days left until Qingyunzi's deadline.
Starting from yesterday, Qin Yun felt that he might be being watched by someone.
I should go back!
He scooped up some water from the stream and rubbed his face vigorously, invigorating himself before getting up to leave.
Just as Qin Yun was getting up, he suddenly found that on the mountain rock more than twenty steps away on the opposite bank of the stream, a sturdy middle-aged martial artist was standing upright!
Bare-chested, robust physique, painted face and a double-bladed battle axe on his back. All clearly indicated the identity of the other party.
Brute Warrior!
What made Qin Yun's heart palpitate was the intangible pressure and killing aura emitted by his opponent, even from a considerable distance, still bringing him immense pressure.
The lingering pain on his back reminded Qin Yun that the opponent was a formidable foe who had almost split him in half with one axe, a congenital strongman from the Witch tribe!
Qin Yun took a deep breath and tightly grasped the Qinghuang sword in his hand.
His keen intuition did not neglect the other three enemies who were slowly approaching from the front, both sides and behind, forming a surrounded position for himself.
Three Shadow Warriors!
"Your abilities have left me astonished, if every outer disciple of the Tiancheng Sword Sect were as exceptional as you, I'm afraid there wouldn't be any place for our Wu Sect to stand in the Manglong Mountains!"
The middle-aged warrior's voice was a little hoarse, and his lion-like eyes showed a hint of appreciation and regret: "Unfortunately, your journey can only go this far."
"It's not necessarily so!" Qin Yun replied in a deep voice.
Before he had even finished speaking, he suddenly and swiftly retreated backwards.
However, Qin Yun did not retreat far, and his body shape turned like a departing arrow, sweeping towards the gap between the two dark shadow warriors.
Three shadow warriors were already opponents he couldn't match, plus a congenital strongman. He didn't even have the qualifications to fight desperately, so he could only escape!
Fúguāngluèyǐng lightness skill was Qin Yun's last reliance, at the critical moment of life and death he brought out Fúguāngluèyǐng lightness skill's speed to the extreme, without regard for the drastic consumption of true energy, in the blink of an eye he flashed out a distance of dozens of steps.
The last time Qin Yun also relied on Floating Light Flash to escape from the hands of a middle-aged warrior.
He never thought that the other party would actually lock onto him and chase after him, bringing three Shadow Warriors along.
This forced Qin Yun to bring out all his potential.
Just to survive!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two shadow warriors reacted quickly, simultaneously swinging their hands and throwing out the ring-shaped flying blades in their hands to try to intercept Qin Yun.
The Crescent Moon Blade is a throwing weapon unique to Shadow Warriors, with a curved shape no more than a foot long. The handle is in the middle, and the blades on both sides are extremely sharp, with a speed that surpasses ordinary bows and crossbows, and can attack as far as 100 steps away.
Four flying blades cut through the air with a shrill whistle, instantly catching up to Qin Yun.
Qin Yun, although fleeing, was prepared for the Dark Shadow Warrior's possible tactics and suddenly drew his sword as the flying blades approached, deflecting two of the most threatening curved flying blades.
Ding! Ding!
Two curved flying blades collided, producing a burst of sparks that shot down onto the trunk of a nearby tree. The other two barely grazed Qin Yun's shoulder and waist before passing by.
However, he successfully dodged the Shadow Warrior's attack, but his opponent took advantage of this opportunity to fiercely chase after him, with a distance of no more than ten steps between them!
Qin Yun let out a cold snort, his body suddenly dropping down, his right foot heavily stomping on a rotten tree trunk, using the force to abruptly jump high and charge towards the dense treetops.
The Shadow Warriors were extremely fast, and once they caught up with him, Qin Yun had no chance of escaping. Therefore, if he fled into the forest, the threat from the three Shadow Warriors was too great.
But the situation above the forest was different, with dense treetops covering the sky and endless surroundings. Not to mention three shadowy warriors, even thirty of them would find it difficult to surround Qin Yun.
This is the valuable experience Qin Yun gained from his confrontation with the Shadow Warriors, where walking stealthily above the forest leaves almost no trace that can be investigated, making it most suitable for evading these ghostly enemies.
Just as Qin Yun was about to jump onto the treetop, he suddenly had a chilling feeling in his heart, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he was seized by an overwhelming sense of terror.
However, countless life-and-death experiences had tempered Qin Yun's will to the extreme, and while he was shocked, he didn't lose his composure. Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed a nearby vine, using it to halt his upward momentum.
Wow!
A fierce, violent and scorching aura suddenly swept across from above his head, cutting through the thick tree trunk as if it were tofu!
Crack!
This ancient tree, which had grown for countless years and months, shook violently, its massive canopy of over a hundred feet in diameter slowly falling, with countless leaves rustling down!
Only that innate strongman of the witch tribe could achieve such a mighty and powerful presence, although his speed couldn't keep up with Qin Yun's, but the aura he emitted was so strong that it could put pressure on Qin Yun.
If it weren't for Qin Yun's early detection of the danger, this blow would have probably taken his life!
Qin Yun, who had narrowly escaped death, swung forward with the vine before the treetop above him could completely collapse, and again flew out to accurately grab another vine.
In the vast forest, almost all large trees have companion climbing plants, which cling to the trunk and climb up to the tree crown, hanging down to weave a dense network of vines, some of which are usable as rattan sticks.
Hiss! Hiss!
Two sword auras flew up into the air, and the dark shadow warriors chased after them like parasites on a skeleton.
They were more familiar with the terrain of Manglong Mountains than Qin Yun and knew better how to use trees and vines.
But Qin Yun's speed was simply too fast, even the most agile monkeys in the forest couldn't possibly cover tens of steps in an instant like he did.
"Stop him for me, otherwise you will all die!"
The middle-aged warrior's roar thundered through the forest like a bolt of lightning.
He held a battle axe in his hand and watched as Qin Yun disappeared into the dense foliage, his eyes blazing with anger.
As a congenital strongman, it is utterly humiliating to let an enemy two major realms lower than himself escape from under his nose twice.
Although the brutal warrior has never been known for his speed and agility, this time he summoned three shadow warriors to assist him, and it was only a matter of time before Qin Yun, who had only reached the seventh level of Qi refining, would be defeated and humiliated.
Qin Yun's cunning and adaptability exceeded the expectations of this congenital strongman, which made him even more determined to kill Qin Yun.
Such an enemy will be a great threat to the Witch tribe and the Witch door if he grows up in the future!
Three shadow warriors were shocked in their hearts. They knew that if they couldn't complete the task, the best outcome would be to take their own lives and apologize for their crimes. Therefore, each of them was doing their utmost to pursue Qin Yun.
The hierarchy of the Wu clan is extremely strict, with those in higher positions having the power to kill or pardon those below them. The disciples under the Wu sect are extremely loyal and will carry out the sect's orders without regard for their own lives, as if possessed by a demon. Therefore, the Wu sect is also known as the Demon Sect.
Qin Yun immediately felt the pressure.
Although the congenitally strong were left behind, the three dark warriors who pursued him relentlessly were not something he could handle alone.
They are extremely good at tracking, with agile and flexible movements. Once they form a siege, Qin Yun finds it extremely difficult to break through and escape in a short period of time.
The only thing that made him feel lucky was that the innate expert wasn't an Assassin, otherwise he wouldn't have had a single chance.
This won't do!
Qin Yun's mind was racing, the recent days of surprise attacks, battles and escapes had caused his physical strength and actual strength to decline to varying degrees. Consuming true energy in such a way would not last long on the tree, and once the opponent caught up, the consequences would be dire.
Feeling that he had shaken off his strongest enemy at a relatively far distance, Qin Yun grabbed the vines and rushed straight into a dense thicket of leaves.
Boom!
I don't know how many tree branches were broken, the intense movement made the pursuers immediately grasp his position accurately, and they chased up in an instant.
However, the three Shadow Warriors only saw a mess of broken branches, and Qin Yun's figure had vanished without a trace.
A lone shadow warrior stood on the treetop, slowly scanning his surroundings. The forest was quiet and still, with dense foliage severely blocking his line of sight. Even with his keen senses, he couldn't detect where Qin Yun was hiding.
"He must be here, let's split up and search!"
The Shadow Warrior made a gesture and let two companions search in different directions.
