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Chapter 21 Psychological Game
"Huh...huh..."

somewhere in the forest.

Xiao Quan's clothes were torn, blood was all over his body, half of his face was swollen, and there was a knife wound on his lower abdomen.

At this moment, he was panting heavily, squatting down slightly, and was on guard for something.

Look aside.

There were several masked corpses lying around, or their necks were twisted, or their bodies were like mud, and they had all lost their breath.

Only Xiao Quan was facing a masked man.

It was the young man who led the team to track down Xiao Quan and the others. Like Xiao Quan, he was also a skin-refining warrior.

It's just compared to Xiao who was seriously injured all over his body.

The young man's breath is calm, standing there, the whole person looks calm and confident.

"As expected of a young tiger of the Xiao family, also in the leather refining realm, your excellency was able to kill four leather refining warriors in a row with one opponent. Really, it is a hundred times stronger than I thought." The masked young man praised.

His tone was calm, even a little frivolous.

It seems that he feels that he is in control of everything, that he can stand on a high ground and wantonly despise Xiao Quan.

However, this is just an attitude he deliberately showed.

With a calm attitude, Xiao Quan was given psychological pressure.

At the same time, delaying time made Xiao Quan's injury worse and his strength weakened.

He had to.

Because, even if Xiao Quan is seriously injured now, he does not have full confidence to take down Xiao Quan in one fell swoop.

Thinking of this, his eyes flickered slightly, the corners of his mouth were hooked, revealing a hint of sarcasm, his voice changed, and he spoke again:
"It's a pity that you are now seriously injured, even fatally wounded in the abdomen. You were stabbed, and the blood flowed out. With you like this, how much strength do you have left?"

Xiao Quan remained silent.

He just stared at the young man opposite him.

The young man wanted to delay time, but he also wanted to regain his strength.

The atmosphere is dignified.

Murder is imminent.

And behind Xiao's whole body, Fang Rui was thrown on the ground casually, her little face was pale, and she fainted from fright.

time flies.

It could be 1 minute, or it could be an hour.

The young man squinted his eyes, unable to bear it any longer.

And Xiao Quan recovered a lot of strength, but he lost a lot of blood, his head was dizzy, and his vision was blurred.

Xiao Quan's heart sank.

He wanted to regain some strength and tried his best, but he didn't expect that he would become more and more exhausted.

Now, it's all in one breath, so I didn't faint.

In such a state, let alone desperately, I am afraid that if I run two steps forward, I will faint directly.

"You've bled too much, do you feel dizzy now and want to sleep?"

The young man watched Xiao Quan's eyelids twitch and sneered.

Yet at this time.

A voice suddenly came from behind.

"My lord, I finally found you." The voice was a little surprised.

"Huh?" The young man looked back and found a masked man under him.

Since these people were all hired from the Qiao Gang, he was not familiar with them either.

Therefore, he didn't realize that the voice was different, and only judged that this person was one of his subordinates based on his body shape.

"My lord, do you want me to help?" The masked man walked to the side of the young man, glanced at Xiao Quan who was tottering in the distance, and asked in a fiery tone.

The young man narrowed his eyes.

Yeah.

These mercenaries were greedy for money, so they asked him to explore the way.

After all, he didn't dare to bet that Xiao Quan was really dying, or he was just pretending, planning to wait for him to get close before giving him a fatal blow.

He is a prudent person and must make the safest choice.

"Go over and kill him. Take off the head, and the money will be indispensable to you." The young man said lightly.

"Yes!" The masked man was ecstatic, and pulled out the machete with a swish.

then.

Under the young man's unbelievable gaze, he stabbed straight into his stomach.

The young man looked down at the long knife pierced into his stomach, and then at the masked man in front of him, his eyes widened in disbelief:
"you?!"

This masked man was naturally Luo Yan in disguise.

Using shrunken bones to transform into the shape of a masked person, he successfully deceived the young man and appeared beside him.

Then, when the young man's mind is the most relaxed, he will give him a fatal blow.

Luo Yan dared to do this.

It was because he knew that the leading young man was from the Arhat Martial Arts Hall, while most of the other masked men were hired low-level members of the Qiao Gang.

The two groups of people are not familiar with each other.

In addition, he was dressed in black and masked. As long as he changed his skeleton shape, under the influence of his subconscious mind, he could easily fool the young man into thinking that the one who came was his own.

"Junior Brother Luo, you're doing well." Xiao Quan breathed a sigh of relief.

When he heard the voice, he knew it was Luo Yan.

Luo Yan didn't have time to answer. After stabbing the young man with the long knife, he stirred vigorously again, intending to kill the young man directly.

However, the young man was not a vegetarian. When Luo Yan stirred the long knife, he shot Luo Yan angrily, and slapped Luo Yan away with his palm.

This palm was used at the same time as Luo Yan's Collapsing Mountain Strike.

The young man swayed and let out a muffled grunt.

And Luo Yan flew three or four meters before rolling to the ground.

"Skin-refining warriors are indeed terrifying!"

Luo Yan grinned his teeth, his whole body was full of energy and blood, and it took him a long time to get up.

Fortunately, when the young man slapped, he tried his best to dodge, avoided the vital point, and was not hit in the head, but suffered the blow on his back.

Otherwise, he is afraid that bad luck will happen to him now.

His heart was awe-inspiring, and he deeply understood the strength gap between martial arts apprentices and leather refining warriors.

Do not want to.

He walked swiftly to Xiao Quan's side, picked up Xiao Quan with one hand, and held Fang Rui with the other.

Then, run away!
"Little thief, want to run?!" The young man was furious.

This little thief, a mere martial arts apprentice, dared to attack him unexpectedly, causing him to suffer such severe injuries.

Now he even wants to rescue Xiao Quan and Fang Rui in front of him.

Murderous intent raged in his heart, and his eyes instantly turned blood red.

boom!
With a muffled sound, the hilt of the knife stuck in his belly was chopped off by his palm, and he threw it on the ground, and then he chased after Luo Yan.

He doesn't have to kill this little thief.

But Fang Rui must not lose it!
"Little thief, I will tear you apart!"

A roar came from behind.

Luo Yan ran away frantically without looking back.

Over the past year, with Black Jade's help, he has been tireless, spending more than twelve hours a day training his body.

Under such high-intensity exercise, his physical fitness naturally improved steadily.

Although he has only practiced martial arts for one year, those who have practiced for four or five years like Hu Pengju must not have as good physical fitness as him.

Now, hard work is working.

Even with two people on his back, his running speed is still extremely fast.

"Junior Brother Luo...won't you let me down?" Xiao Quan opened his eyes and said in an extremely weak voice.

He felt like he was dying.

Luo Yan carried him like a burden.

"Don't worry, brother, he can't catch up with me." Luo Yan's breath was a little confused.

But this is not the reason why he carried two people, but because he has never practiced long-distance running before.

He decided to take time to practice long-distance running in the future, the kind of rapid long-distance running used to escape.

In this way, even if he is hunted down in the future, the probability of successful escape will increase a lot.

"Little thief, don't run away!"

The young man roared from behind, as if he couldn't exhaust his anger.

But Luo Yan didn't say a word, and still shuttled quickly in the jungle.

"Little thief, you give Fang Rui to me, and I will spare your life!" The young man spoke again, still furious.

However, upon hearing this, a sneer appeared on Luo Yan's face.

He turned his head and looked mockingly: "Why, it's going to die so soon?"

"You?!" The young man was extremely angry, his eyes were scarlet.

Luo Yan was right, he was indeed dying.

There was severe pain in the abdomen, and the blood was flowing down. At the same time, it seemed that the body had been poisoned, and the physical strength and willpower were rapidly losing.

If he continues to run like this violently... I'm afraid he will completely collapse within three to five minutes.

"Ah!"

Luo Yan let out a sneer, and the speed of his feet slowly slowed down.

He hangs the young man like this.

I thought that the young man could run for another 2 minutes, but it only took about ten seconds, and there was a thud behind him.

The young man fell straight to the ground.

"No more?" Luo Yan turned his head, put the two on his shoulders down, and looked at the young man leisurely.

The young man was lying on the ground with his head raised slightly, his eyes staring straight at Luo Yan.

Those eyes were gloomy and cold, as if they wanted to choose someone and devour them.

"You... little thief, even if I die, I won't let you go."

Exhausting all the strength in his body to say a harsh word, the young man's slightly raised head completely drooped, completely silent.

"died?"

Luo Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

To be on the safe side, as usual, read Sou Shen Lu first.

However, after looking through it, I found that there were no new pages in Sou Shen Lu.

His face darkened, and he suddenly looked at the young man lying in the distance like a dead body: "You dog, you actually pretended to be dead?"

The young man remained motionless, as if he had really died.

"Hmph! Still pretending!" Luo Yan sneered.

He picked up a dead log several meters long from the ground, and stabbed at the young man viciously.

Seeing that the dead wood was about to stab him, the young man quickly rolled over to avoid the blow.

"You?!" He opened his eyes and looked at Luo Yan resentfully.

He originally wanted to trick the little thief over by pretending to be dead.

When the little thief came to him, he would attack again brazenly, and it ended up with this person.

But unexpectedly, this person saw through that he was pretending to be dead.

Thinking that he is a majestic skin-refining martial artist, a young Tianjiao, who was actually in the hands of a martial arts apprentice, and was humiliated by him like this.

At this moment.

There was a great grief and anger in his heart.

Hate the injustice, hate the incompetence of the earth, and let him be attacked by this mere martial arts apprentice.

Now, the abdomen is bleeding profusely, and his body is extremely poisonous.

In addition to waiting for death, I can only wait for death!
Under such despair, he completely lost his mind.

"Little thief, even if I die, I, Zhou Zhao, will not die in the hands of ants like you!" Zhou Zhao roared angrily, thrusting one hand into his stomach, and pulled out the broken knife embedded in it. .

Immediately, he wiped his own neck with a knife.

(End of this chapter)