Fighter of the Destiny

Due to excessive blood loss, Qi Jian was a little confused. Hearing Zhe Xiu's words, it took him a while to react. He suddenly woke up a lot, and his face became even paler. He turned his head with difficulty to look at Zhe Xiu's side face, and saw that he was still expressionless. The expression on his face showed a pair of eyes that had obviously lost their vitality, and his body suddenly became extremely stiff.

You...can't see? Qi Jian said with a trembling voice, before getting off him.

Zhe Xiu had no intention of letting him come down, and his two hands gripped the crook of his legs like iron bars, preventing him from leaving.

Feeling the warmth and strength from her legs, Qi Jian was ashamed and anxious, trying her best to leave. No matter how much he struggled, there was no response from Zhishou. He just stood like a statue. Qi Jian's strength became smaller and smaller, and the scope of his struggle became smaller and smaller. He finally gave up and fell feebly on his shoulder again.

At this time, he looked at Zhexiu again. The usually expressionless face that he hated so much that he just wanted to stay away suddenly took on something indescribable.

Yes, it really looks like a statue, like a wolf or a boy standing on the cliff, looking into the distance.

Unknowingly, Qi Jian's heart became a lot softer, and his eyes softened. Looking at Zhe Xiu's face, there was an expression of admiration on his pale face. However, for some reason, he felt particularly sad, especially When he looked into Zhe Xiu's eyes, he started to cry very sadly.

Zhexiu's expression was still indifferent, and he seemed not to be affected by his inability to see at all. He said, If crying can solve the problem, I will definitely be the best person in the world at crying.

In the snowfield, during the battle with the demons, there are countless life-and-death issues that need to be solved.

Qi Jian felt so embarrassed that he raised his arms to wipe the tears on his face with his sleeves, but he couldn't wipe them away because the tears kept flowing.

Zhexiu's voice became a little hesitant: Or...you...

Then he was silent for a while and then said: Don't cry, it's okay.

Obviously, he is not good at comforting people, let alone coaxing people, so his tone seems a bit stiff, but it is more sincere.

Qi Jian sniffed and hummed a little aggrievedly. He didn't know who the grievance was for, and then whispered: Then... let's go.

Zhexiu looked at the darkness in front of him, calmed down and said, Let's go in the direction of Panshan Linyu.

Qi Jian held his shoulders, raised his head with some difficulty, looked at the straight mountain road in front of the two of them, and said: Go straight forward, turn right after four hundred feet, I will say.

Without hesitation, Zhexiu hugged his legs tightly and walked forward without any doubts about his words.

This made Qi Jian a little moved and a little puzzled.

The mountain wind blew against Zhexiu's face, and he simply closed his eyes.

Then, the mountain breeze fell on Qijian's little face.

The wind seemed to carry a certain temperature.

Qi Jian felt a little warm and at ease.

In the mountains and fields of Zhouyuan, there are constant sounds of footsteps, Qijian's childish and weak directions, and Zhexiu's still calm and indifferent reply.

Slow down, there are obstacles ahead.

A stream, two feet long, with sandy land on the other side.

Are you okay?

Hurry up.

But……

No buts.

Be careful, don't hit the tree.

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According to Zhexiu's idea, they must find the human practitioners in Zhou Garden as soon as possible, but after running for dozens of miles, they didn't meet anyone. Most of the human cultivators had gathered in those gardens last night according to the arrangements of Chen Changsheng or the girl in white.

Now that I think about it, this should also be something that the legendary strategist of the Demon Clan had planned for a long time.

Zhouyuan is isolated from the outside world, and human practitioners will inevitably fight among themselves in order to compete for magical artifacts or inheritance. Even if someone succeeds in preventing the chaos, the human practitioners who enter the garden will definitely be concentrated in a few areas, and the demons' must-kill targets like Zhexiu and Lishan Sword Sect disciples are more likely to go their own way. thing.

Zhe Xiu and Qi Jian stopped at a certain mountain cliff. They were still dozens of miles away from the nearest gathering place of human cultivators, Panshan Linyu.

On the hillside behind them, two extremely long figures illuminated by the setting sun could be seen.

The Demon General and his wife had already caught up with them, still carrying the load and the big iron pot. It looked like they were moving, but in fact they were moving at an alarming speed.

Qi Jian coughed twice in pain, his face became even paler, and he reported: Southwest, Guizhen star position, about... six miles, no, five miles.

To them, the shadows of the Demon General couple on the distant hillside were like the shadow of death, and they had to find a way to get rid of them.

They stopped. Qi Jian was a little surprised.

Zhe Xiu said: They are watching which way we will go.

Although he can't see anything now, he and Chen Changsheng walked many times in the mountains outside Zhou Garden in the past two days, keeping the geographical environment in mind. If they had followed their original plan and went to Panshanlinyu to meet up with the human cultivators, the Demon General couple would only have to swerve diagonally through a mountain forest to intercept them.

Zhexiu was silent for a moment, calculated the distance and position between the two parties, and knew that there was no way to reach Panshan Linyu.

He vaguely remembered hearing someone say at the lakeside that the demons could grasp their location at any time.

Even if the other party cannot grasp their position, now it seems that the couple is worthy of being a demon general. They are obviously two people chasing two people, but they actually used military skills and formations - the pursuit and escape have lasted for several times. For a moment, they were unable to take a step closer to Pan Shan Linyu, but were forced further and further away.

Zhexiu carried Qijian on his back, feeling the last afterglow falling on his face. After a moment of silence, he turned and looked to the southwest.

He couldn't see it, but he wanted to see the pair of demon generals who wanted to kill him.

The hillside in the distance was shrouded in sunset and burning.

Liu Xiaowan and Teng Xiaoming stood in the burning meadow, looking at them.

Looking at each other from a distance.

I'm going to start running.

Zhexiu said suddenly, calmly and firmly.

Can’t see the road but have to run?

Qi Jian was surprised. She grabbed the hand on his shoulder and subconsciously tightened it.

Zhe Xiu said: You can report their location at any time and guide me the way. Now...you first tell me how steep the cliff in front of you is.

Qi Jian's voice was very weak and trembling even more at this time because of nervousness. After looking at it for a while, he said: It's about four or three cents...can you really do it?

You will definitely fall down often, just get up and run again.

Zhe Xiu was silent for a while and said, It will hurt a lot if you fall. Don't cry.

Qi Jian hummed softly.

Zhe Xiu was silent for a while and said, Hold tighter.

Qi Jian hummed again, then moved her hands forward to hug his neck tightly, resting her head on his shoulder.

After making all preparations, Zhexiu took a deep breath, and the real energy in his body began to circulate violently, suppressing all the peacock feather toxins that were trying to disperse from the bottom of his eyes to more places, and then squatted down.

As he moved, his knees bent strangely in a way that was beyond human imagination.

The front ends of the boots on his feet were cracked, and the sharp claws protruded from the dark wolf fur and pierced into the hard rock, making a squeaking sound.

At the same time, countless hard and rough hairs grew on the edges of his cheeks and neck.

His pupils turned blood red due to the demonization, and mixed with the green poison deep in his pupils, they turned into a very strange color.

It looks like a freshly grown lemon fruit. It is very sour and can stimulate countless spirits.

Are you afraid? he asked.

Qi Jian didn't answer. He held his arms tighter and leaned closer to her.

Zhexiu seemed a little surprised. After a moment of silence, the corners of his lips raised slightly, probably in a smile.

If Chen Changsheng saw this scene, he would be very surprised, because he didn't remember seeing Zhe Xiu smile before.

Unfortunately, Qi Jian buried his face in his neck at this time and did not see it.

Zhexiu said nothing more, hugged Qijian's legs tightly, and rushed down the extremely steep rock wall at the bottom of the cliff.

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Sand and gravel splashed everywhere, and rock debris flew everywhere.

Zhe Xiu carried Qi Jian on his back and ran wildly through the mountains and fields. Every time his feet fell, they would penetrate deeply into the hard cliff, and the grip effect was excellent.

The poison from the peacock feathers damaged his eyes but did not affect his other abilities.

After being demonized, the wolf boy has almost perfect balance and speed. His use of power while running and his instinctive adaptation to the environment are unimaginably powerful.

In just a moment, he carried Qijian on his back and rushed to the bottom of the cliff.

The Demon General and his wife on the hillside a few miles away obviously did not expect that they would choose this method. They broke out in this direction and paused for a while before starting to pursue again.

Accompanied by the rumbling sound, the cliff shook slightly, and two dust dragons followed closely.

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Nanye, Zhenxing position, four miles away.

Qi Jian looked back and said as clearly as possible in a weak voice: Three hundred, two hundred and four, two hundred, one hundred and seven, stone steps, diagonal four corners, prepare to... jump!

Zhexiu was like a real young male wolf, running wildly through the mountains and fields with him on his back, turning into a gray shadow, leaping forward more than ten feet, and jumped directly to the top of the stone steps.

Qi Jian felt the violent earthquake coming from below and suffered severe pain in his lower abdomen, but he endured the pain without making any sound and said weakly: Go straight four hundred feet into the forest?

Zhe Xiu was all focused on running at this time. He didn't answer, but just nodded.

Qi Jian put her head on his shoulder again, feeling the constant vibrations. Looking at the woods getting closer and closer, her hands tightened and her mood became more nervous.

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He couldn't see the road, and he was carrying a seriously injured person on his back, but he still had to run as fast as he could.

And it's in the mountains.

This is crazy.

Zhexiu did such crazy things.

Crazy must pay a price.

Even though he had become a demon, Qi Jian tried his best to calculate and kept pointing the way for him, but it was still inevitable that he would fall, and he would fall hard.

But just like on the cliff, he said, every time he fell, he would get up again without stopping and keep running.

Because only by such a crazy and lifeless rush can one survive.

When he fell down several times at first, Qi Jian would always close his eyes subconsciously, but later he no longer closed his eyes, because every time he fell, Zhe Xiu would always use his strong body coordination to adjust before landing. The posture ensures that the one who bears the most impact is yourself, and that he does not suffer any harm as much as possible.

No matter where they fell, it was mud, sand, soft stream, or hard or even sharp cliff.

Qi Jian no longer closed his eyes, not because the protection of the folded sleeves made him no longer afraid, but because he wanted to see the road ahead as clearly as possible, hoping that he would fall less often.

Zhexiu's body was already covered with wounds, and blood was flowing continuously.

He closed his eyes, lowered his head, remained silent, and continued to run wildly.

Qi Jian hugged him tightly, her eye circles already red.

She wanted to cry.

But he said don't cry.

She is obedient.

So she doesn't cry.

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Chase and escape all the way.

Looking at Muyu, he couldn't get close, so he could only walk parallel to it.

Ultimately, there is no way out.

Zhe Xiu carried Qi Jian to the outskirts of the grassland and finally stopped running.

Liu Xiaowan and Teng Xiaoming also stopped pursuing.

The Demon General couple looked at the sun that was about to set in the distance and the figure of the young couple in front of the half of the sun, with a look of admiration in their eyes.

Zhe Xiu lowered his head and kept panting.

Sweat and blood were everywhere on his body and face, making the dark hair tangled together and looking particularly messy.

Qi Jian leaned on his shoulder, clinging to those hard and prickly hairs. It should be very uncomfortable, but she felt very soft.

I'm sorry. He said apologetically, I didn't give you good directions.

Zhexiu said expressionlessly: I didn't run fast enough.

The setting sun in the distance is still hanging on the horizon. I don’t know why it is not completely swallowed by the horizon.

The boundless grassland glows with golden light under the sunset, like the square of the Kingdom of God.

This is the most central, most mysterious, and most dangerous place in Zhou Garden - the legendary grassland on which the sun never sets.

Over the past hundreds of years, many practitioners have tried to enter this grassland. However, those who entered never came back alive, leaving only some rumors.

It's strange to say, if no one can really leave this grassland alive, then how do these rumors stay?

Where should we go next? Qijian asked softly.

Going forward is this grassland and death.

Turning around means fighting and dying.

Just like what Tang Sanliu and Chen Changsheng said at the Ivy Banquet, Qijian was a very weak child.

But after all, he is a disciple of Lishan Sword Sect, and he is a close disciple of the headmaster of Lishan. What he wears around his waist is Lishan's magic sword.

In his opinion, if he was going to die, then of course he had to turn around and fight the final battle.

Zhexiu didn't turn around or ask for his opinion. She carried him on her back and walked into the grassland that was about as high as a person.

No one can come out of this grassland alive. Qijian said nervously.

I'm not a human, I'm a wolf.

Zhexiu said: The grassland is my home. I don't believe that any grassland can trap me.

Qi Jian said nothing more, hugged him and rested her head on his shoulder comfortably.

The grassland is full of the same weeds, and he no longer needs his guidance.

So, go ahead, as far or as long as you like.

Even if it is a dead end, if someone is with you, you should go to the end and take a look.

Weeds rubbed against their clothes, making a rustling sound.

The sun in the distance still has not set.

Just as stubborn as they come.

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(Those sentences in the middle, I really couldn’t allow myself to write about him, so I wrote about her. I will write another chapter today, maybe later. I have been waiting to write this chapter... I am very happy to write it.)