Chapter 249 Chapter 247 "Sword Gate"

Su Mingan pierced the head of a white monster on the ground with his sword. The sword edge penetrated the Tianling Gai and penetrated the opponent.

He quickly landed, and the blade of the sword slid down, slicing the body of the weirdo in front of him like white tofu. Blood spattered out like a line, and a few drops fell on his cheek.

Before he had time to take a breath, he heard the sound of breaking through the air from behind.

 …The weirdos from the rear are coming back.

He could even hear Xia Luoyang shouting:

“—You shouldn’t have chosen to flee, Yang Xia. This time, you made the worst decision.”

 “I have never regretted it.” He whispered, held the sword fiercely, wiped out the attachment, and made a sweeping sweep in reverse!

The darkness turned into a streamline, drawing a black moon arc around him. The electric baton thrown at him was suddenly sliced ​​open, and the crackling sound of electricity could be heard endlessly.

 Absolutely sharp.

 Comes with an annihilating sword body, which can achieve an effect similar to absolute sharpness.

 He swept out with his sword, without stopping at all, and rushed into the depths of the forest.

Beside him, Mo Yan carried Suzunako on his back and followed him quickly.

This time, it was Mo Yan's turn to be unable to keep up with him.

The agility in the bright state is 38. Although a person's running speed does not increase according to the numerical value, he is still twice as fast as Mo Yan, and Mo Yan soon fell behind.

 He slowed down his steps and matched Mo Yan's speed to help him block the long-range attacks behind him.

 But it was obvious that Mo Yan's speed could not match those white monsters, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mo Yan said nothing, just kept his head down and ran with all his strength.

A large amount of sweat slid down his cheeks. The young man who had been smiling all the time pursed his lips tightly, his face flushed, and he even retracted his sword.

 He had obviously accelerated to the extreme.

The branches on both sides scraped his cheek, and there were **** mouths of different shades on his face again.

As if being guided by Xia Luoyang's order, the strange people behind him were even faster than before.

 The distance between the two sides is getting closer.

 “Get down!” Su Mingan immediately put Dong Xue down and asked her to run first and then behind.

 He must stop these strange people who are rushing up, otherwise they will be caught up collectively.

 He stopped and raised his sword toward the front.

 Twenty meters, fifteen meters, ten meters…

 “Pfft!”

 The long sword penetrated the flesh, and he penetrated the chest of a white weirdo who was the fastest runner. The opponent's arms were blocking his neck, preventing him from piercing his neck with his sword.

But obviously, piercing the chest has no effect on the opponent, and even the health bar only dropped a little.

 “Bang!”

The opponent suddenly flew up with a kick. Su Mingan had just drawn his sword and had no time to dodge. He immediately held the sword with one hand and put the other hand behind the sword body to block the opponent's powerful and heavy blow.

An extremely strong impact hit him instantly, the sword made a crisp sound, and even the sound of fine cracks could be faintly heard.

  【HP-639! (Block!)]

This time, **** numbers jumped out of Su Mingan himself.

 He spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards uncontrollably, and hit a tree trunk.

 “Bang—!”

 The leaves flew and scraped against his cheek, causing a slight sting.

 But what hurts more now is my chest.

The blow just now, even if it was blocked by the sword, the force was inevitably transmitted to his chest, as if someone had hit him hard with a steel rod. He didn't know if he had broken his ribs.

Blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth and dripped on the ground. He held the sword in one hand, supported it on the ground, and stood up quickly while holding on to the tree trunk.

 Suddenly a little wetness appeared on the body, and the sound of dripping gradually sounded.

The rain dripped through the dense branches and leaves onto the top of his head, and the cold temperature gradually overflowed.

It's raining.

Su Mingan raised his head.

He saw a surging crowd of white weirdos, numbering at least thirty or forty, rushing towards him like a tide.

If he attacks the fatal point of these monsters, he can indeed kill him instantly, but these white monsters can also kill him instantly if they get the chance.

Moreover, once he starts to get hurt, it will have an impact on his actions.

 He quickly took out the Johnson and Johnson drug.

 【Johnson Elixir: Quickly restore a total of 500 health points within ten seconds after injection, and can be injected multiple times.

 Attention: This item comes with strong pain, please be careful when adding it! 】

 …

 This is a syringe filled with blue liquid.

He quickly pricked it on his left arm, regardless of whether it was in the right position, and pushed the liquid directly into it.

The intense pain described in the Johnson and Johnson drug soon begins to take effect, and a fine pain like an ant bite usually occurs on the body. Facing the surging white monster, he raised his sword and suddenly saw Mo Yan, who was supposed to be running, still standing on the side.

Mo Yan was standing next to him, like a stake driven into the grass, with rain falling from his cheeks and an indescribable expression on his face.

"…What are you doing standing here?" Su Mingan frowned: "Run."

 He finally bought time, but this person is still standing here?

Small pains shot out from every corner of Su Mingan's body. He held on to the wet tree trunk and barely stood. The hand holding the sword was shaking.

 Mo Yan said nothing.

 He turned around, with his back to Su Mingan, and also raised his sword amid the thin rain.

 “Oops!”

A sharp and crisp sword roared, as unstoppable as piercing the sky.

As if something was suddenly awakened, the sword body rippled with a blazing white light.

“Brother, I asked Suzunako to run away first, together with Dongxue.” Mo Yan said: “They should have run a certain distance now. Brother, if you hurry up, you can catch up.”

"what are you up to?"

Mo Yan didn’t answer, but just took a step forward and stood in front of him.

The light of the sun's rain fell on the young man's short robe with black background and white stripes in front of him, reflecting the blood light like ripples on the sea. Mo Yan faced the white weirdo running towards him and raised his sword.

The sword buzzed, and the sword's roar contained a power and vigor like a dragon's roar.

Su Mingan held on to the tree trunk, and the pain in his chest gradually numbed as the tonic took effect.

"A person in the Sword Gate will not be a burden to the savior." Mo Yan turned his head and raised his sword: "Brother, leave quickly, I will pay you back."

The rain slid down his cheek, and the sword's clear blade reflected the sharp edge that suddenly appeared in his eyes.

At this time, there was no trace of laughter on his face, and only an extremely silent calm remained.

 Mo Yan has long known that his speed has become the team's weakness.

If he doesn't stay, even if Su Mingan blocks the progress of the weirdos now, this group of people will be dragged to death sooner or later.

 So, he took the initiative to choose to stay.

He glanced at Su Ming'an one last time, then stopped looking back and suddenly stepped forward, raising his sword.

 The raindrops are like beads reflecting the streamer, shining like diamonds in the rain curtain.

 “Shua—!”

The sword's light was like a shining silver dragon, and the surrounding leaves were illuminated by the light.

The vertical and horizontal sword energy suddenly surged out, Mo Yan shouted and charged towards the enemy at the front. The air flow caused by it scraped the broken leaves and flew up. The sword energy was noisy, and the sword light shone like a cold star.

 “Shua—!”

 The bloodline surged, and he slashed horizontally with his sword, cutting off the monster's extended hands.

Countless electric batons hit him. He held the hilt of the sword, and the sword energy surged on it.

The light from the sun's rain shone on his body, and the sword reflected light like a mirror. The scratched-out signature on the mirror now glowed with jagged and fine pieces of blazing white in a glimmer of cold light.

Even though he usually has a playful smile and looks like a boneless salted fish, when he stood at the front with the sword, his figure was like a sword bone, standing on the spot, and the hand holding the sword did not tremble at all.

 “Brother, go quickly—!”

His slightly trembling voice came through.

Su Mingan did not stop her, nor did she stage any bitter drama of "If you don't leave, I won't leave either".

He just watched the other person's figure plunge into a white stream decisively, like ink melting in water.

 He turned around and ran in the direction of Suzunako and Fuyuki.

As he turned around and ran, he heard the muffled sound of the sword blade coming into contact with flesh from behind. There was the sound of sword energy flowing horizontally, and an extremely loud shout coming from behind:

 “The white head of youth is only a moment. The way of heaven is always there, and it goes back and forth—”

Su Mingan was running and heard these familiar words.

The vertical and horizontal sword energy blew past his sides, with bursts of harsh sounds. He looked back again and saw the sword energy forged like fire, rushing up as if it could illuminate the whole world.

The young man standing at the front is like an unsheathed sword. White light shoots out from his sword, like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky.

 “What do we have to fear from the dispute between the great roads!”

The loud shouts came from the other end of the Milky Way, as if sweeping through the blazing white river.

Facing the golden sunshine, a very long oblique shadow stretched out behind him, and blood flew out in front of him.

He shouted with a smile, his voice filled with endless wantonness.

“—Mo Yan, a disciple of Jianmen Xiaoyaozi, can teach you some great tricks!”

 …

　　　【Brother, don't think too badly of other people. 】

　　【There are still many good people in the world. 】

                                          [Brother, you must believe me... I really don’t have bad intentions, I really feel sorry for you. 】

　　【I really hope that my eldest brother can be less defensive...】

　　　【If I wanted to do it, I could have done it long ago. My eldest brother and I have been together till now. Big brother, don't you still believe me...? 】

 …

 “I believe you.” Su Mingan whispered.

 He quickened his pace and stayed away from the turbulent and noisy battlefield.

There are fewer and fewer broken leaves floating behind him, and the lingering sword energy is gradually moving away.

 The scenery on both sides was quickly abandoned by him, and the sound of sword energy gradually faded in his ears.

Family in the ancient martial arts, the people in Jianmen, how can it be the whiteboard player who just finished.

 …Mo Yan’s fighting ability has never been fully demonstrated. The level of will he occasionally displays is far above that of normal people.

Su Mingan had always doubted whether this person was a sniper before. After all, the other person's enthusiasm was too deliberate, as if he wanted to stick to him.

 He was always wary of Mo Yan and ignored the other person's previous kindness.

 When the dungeon was reset, he directly asked why the other party knew his room information.

He still remembers Mo Yan's answer and the look in his eyes at that time.

Mo Yan raised his head and looked at him.

The young man’s eyes were filled with unprecedented sincerity at that time. His face was almost pale at that time, but his eyes were bright.

  【Brother, you can trust me. 】

 …Mo Yan may be right.

There may be many “good people” in this world.

 …Isn’t it just right that he met someone here right now…?

 He ran hard, chasing the scenery ahead.

 The field of vision gradually broadens.

When he slowed down and saw the slanting rain curtain blowing past his eyes, he saw an extraordinarily wide piece of land.

Toyuki and Suzunako stood in the rain. In front of them was a suspension bridge swaying in the rain.

 The rope bridge is connected to the other side of the cliff, and you can vaguely see the path on the opposite side, as well as the shallow shadow of the city hidden behind the woods.

"Zhuang Guo may have remembered the wrong direction. The suspension bridge is over here." Dongxue saw him and was extremely happy: "Yang Xia, look, we can go out from here!"

Su Mingan took a look.

 The suspension bridge was shaky in the wind and rain, and looked like it might flip over at any time.

  Dongxue and Suzunako also thought that she would fall down, so they stopped here to wait for him.

Su Mingan stepped forward, carrying Dongxue on his back, picked up the little Suzunako, and rushed forward.

"By the way...brother, where is the other brother?" Suzunako asked softly, lying on his chest.

Perhaps it’s because Mo Yan saved her several times on the way, and she seems to care about him especially now.

“Ah, Mo Yan.” Su Mingan stepped onto the plank of the suspension bridge, balancing in the strong wind: “He is still behind...it will take a while...”

 His voice paused.

The cold, inorganic voice of the system rang in his ears amidst the fierce rainstorm mixed with the cold wind.

 …

  【Number of survivors: 3. 】

 …

“…I probably won’t be back for a while.” Su Mingan said softly.

 (End of this chapter)