The discerning lightning flashed across the sky, as if to tear this void, and the mountains in the middle of the night turned into day, and several chasing figures suddenly became clear.

Sixteen-and seven-year-old teenagers are flying in the front, their looks are plain, their sportswear with cartoon patterns is already in tatters, but their eyes are flashing with different wisdom and alertness. At this moment, his eyes are full of stubbornness and tenacity, and there is a trace of unspeakable evil, which is incompatible with the gentle and docile facial features.
His slightly emaciated body swam like a fish in the dense forest with thorns.
Poof …
The bluish purple palm shadow the size of a cattail leaf fan came from behind, making a harsh explosion sound to the middle of the back of the boy. He barely staggered some to avoid the key points of the middle of the back.
Seeing that the left shoulder is about to be hit by the palm strength, at the critical moment, the arm seems to have suddenly lost its bone, twisted backwards from an incredible angle, and the edge of the palm flashes with misty green air.
Obviously, a lot of weak handprints were taken out, and they collided head-on with the attacker’s attack, and a circle of light ripples was visible to the naked eye.
"Fanyunshou!"
There was an exclamation from behind, and the three pursuers were shocked.
Without the highest and deepest mental support of our school, without 20 years of true qi cultivation, how can he display his cloud-turning hand? This kind of talent makes their hearts tight and their murder is even hotter: never let him grow up! Never let him continue to live!
After all, the training time is too short and the true qi is insufficient. The teenager dodged a bullet with a cloud-turning hand, but the enemy can’t match the cultivation gap with the pursuers. Involuntarily, a blood arrow was ejected, and the body screamed and flew forward. Instead, the speed of running for life increased a lot, which opened the distance between the two sides.
It is with the help of similar methods that he avoided killing all the way here, but every time he pulled away, he was injured. How long can this injury last?
After hunting all night, the teenager has reached the stage where the oil is exhausted and the clothes scratched by the branches are soaked with blood.
"Chen Han, give up resistance."
The blue man’s eyes flashed a little cold and complete, and he shouted, "It’s a pity that you are the most important of the four generations of disciples in our school …"
The distance between the two sides gradually narrowed, and they felt the rapid surge of qi and blood between their chests and bellies. The teenager Chen Han choked back the severe pain and shouted abuse: "Son of a bitch, the three old deathlessly joined forces to kill for so long, but they didn’t succeed. If I were Lao Zi, I would have killed myself, so as not to make a fool of myself, haha …"
Peng!
The three men were furious, and at the same time, they tried their best to blow out a palm. Chen Han barely avoided one of them and took the other palm. There was still a palm on his right shoulder.
With a crisp click, the scapula was shattered into several pieces on the spot, and he screamed and flew again.
Several big trees were knocked off one after another, and plumes of blood poured out from seven orifices.
But I don’t know where he got the strength. In the three people’s surprised eyes, he didn’t stop for a moment. His left hand grabbed the broken bone and folded his right shoulder, and continued to fly away in the distance …
All of a sudden, the face of the originally furious pursuer gave me a sneer for no reason.
"Bad, here is …"
Two days and two nights devoted to picking up the inaccessible jungle, at least they ran out of more than a thousand miles, and four people didn’t know where they went. However, judging from the mountain environment in front of us, it is very similar to the Qingmeng Mountain in memory, and this should be the legendary Jedi.
I didn’t expect to run here and send myself to the Jedi. I was so cold that I wanted to cry: I’m really lucky, Jianyuan … Is this a coincidence?
The sword in front is as bottomless as a split, and the cliff that falls straight is like a monster with its mouth wide open, blocking the way in front of it.
Headed by the middle-aged man, the color of malicious and complete is flashing in the depths of his eyes, and he slowly raises his palm with a grimace of a grin. The circulation of gas in his palm is almost suffocating.
Bang …
Palm force from three directions!
He tried his best to take over two palms, one of which hit the key of his abdomen, and the blood that came out of his mouth sprinkled a deep red in the air. The body flew out of control for several tens of feet, and then castrated, broke the line and fell like a kite, disappearing into the mighty rain.
Looking at the place where the cold disappeared, one of them snorted with cold hum, and the other two looked at each other, followed by hiding in the rain curtain, and suddenly disappeared …
According to legend, the sword garden was split in half from the center by the immortal with great magic, and I don’t know how much.
There is a poisonous fog of miasma all the year round. Ordinary experts don’t have to fall below, and they will be poisoned by miasma in mid-air. Even if the first-class master falls, this height is enough to throw people into paste without help, and it has become a rare natural barrier over time.
Chen Han’s injury is extremely heavy. Being alive now is completely supported by the desire to survive. Even if it is left unchecked, it is difficult to recover, let alone falling from a cliff.
"I’m really dead this time, and I’m not willing!"
Familiar faces emerge in my mind, and I feel the wind whistling in my ear. Chen Han’s thinking is gradually blurred: "Is it wrong to beat the idiot of Shaozhangmen?" Shouldn’t you run away after being chased by your master? Yuan Qing … Meng Yi … You bastards … "
I don’t know how long it took, but Chen Han, who thought he would die, was awakened by the pain from all over his body, and then fell into a complete shock.
This is a space with a diameter of more than 30 feet. You can see the sparkling waves overhead and around, and you can judge whether you are in a pond or a deep pool. However, those pools can’t get close to the body, and a magical film of light isolates this space. The most bizarre thing is that the dry ground is constantly flashing with gorgeous patterns.
Just as the immortal who is in charge of the magic pen uses Xiaguang as ink, he outlines a magical pattern.
Colorful light criss-crosses, condensed but not scattered, and is built into a wonderful figure that is extremely complex and vaguely has some laws to follow.
Thousands of mysterious runes, the size of a fly’s head, are floating around the light map, emitting a cold breath.
"How can you still be alive when you fall from the sword?"
"Even if I happen to fall into the pool, those miasmas will kill me."
"Is there …"
Before he figured out the mystery of the whole thing, a few symbols were stripped off on the light map and infiltrated into his body along the spirit, eyebrows and limbs.
Soon, countless characters gathered next to him, condensing out of thin air into a human virtual shadow more than two meters high. Two bright lights shoot out from the virtual shadow eyes and fall on Chen Han, just like X-rays sweeping, you can see clearly every muscle, bone, meridians, blood vessels and even internal organs under the skin.
Not to mention skin injury, there are more than forty lacerations of muscles and tendons, and a dozen broken bones. There are many wounds in the internal organs, and every place can make ordinary people lose their mobility and even die on the spot.
"The abdomen is broken and the true qi is exhausted, good!"
Virtual Shadow suddenly clapped her hands and laughed, then muttered to herself, "It’s worth eight thousand years of self-styled spirit. Finally, I met a good seedling with strong willpower, almost completely broken meridians, and ruined the abdomen." Brigitte Wanderer, Shang Tianjun, Brahma Dragon … And Qing Xuan Saint, the damn base menservant. The feud in those days has not been settled yet. Thanks to your shameless people, someone must go to get back, haha … "
The hands formed by strange brilliance, following the abstruse and mysterious trajectory, rowed to the void in front of them, and the symbols that constitute the virtual shadow were recombined into various unknown runes.
Those runes slowly flow around the virtual shadow, and finally turn into streamers and rush into the cold limbs and eyebrows.
Chen Han, who was scared silly by the sudden changes in front of her eyes, suddenly trembled violently like being electrified, and fine sweat oozed from her pores. It is a severe pain from the soul, which is enough to destroy the sanity of ordinary people. If it weren’t for his previous habit of scarring and pain, I’m afraid he would die of pain.
Tickle …