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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 on the ground, and the blade 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 a series of sounds breaking through the air from behind.

...The weirdos from behind are coming back.

He could even hear Xia Luoyang shouting:

"——You shouldn't have chosen to run away, 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.

With the annihilating sword body, it 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.

Next to him, Mo Yan was carrying Suzunako on his back and followed him quickly.

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

His agility in the bright state was 38. Although a person's running speed did not increase in numerical increments, he was 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 couldn't match those white monsters. 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 turned red, and he even retracted his sword.

He had obviously accelerated to the extreme.

The branches on both sides scraped against his cheek, and there were once again bloody mouths of varying shades on his face.

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

The distance between the two sides is getting closer.

"Come down!" Su Mingan immediately put Dong Xue down and asked her to run first and then behind.

He had to stop these charging weirdos, otherwise they would be collectively caught up.

He stopped and held 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, bloody 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, propped himself 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.

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, surging towards him like a tide.

If he attacks the fatal points of these monsters, he can indeed kill them 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's medicine.

[Johnson's medicine: After injection, a total of 500 health points will be quickly restored within ten seconds. Multiple injections are possible.

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

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This is a syringe filled with blue liquid.

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

The intense pain described in the Johnson \u0026 Johnson drug soon began to take effect, and the fine pain felt like ants biting 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 stuck in 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?

Fine pains shot out from every corner of Su Ming'an's body. He held on to the wet tree trunk and barely stood, the hand holding the sword shaking.

Mo Yan said nothing.

He turned around, facing away from Su Ming'an, and also raised his sword amidst the thin curtain of rain.

"bass!"

There was a sharp and clear sword sound, as if it was piercing the sky and was as sharp as a sword.

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 some 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 blade of the sword buzzed, and the sword's chant contained a power and aura as powerful as a dragon's roar.

Su Ming'an held onto the tree trunk, and the pain in his chest gradually numbed as the Johnson's medicine took effect.

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

The rain slid down his face, and the sword was clear, reflecting 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 had long known that his speed had become the team's weakness.

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

Therefore, he actively chose 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.

"Wha—!"

The sword light was like a silver dragon swimming around, and the surrounding leaves were illuminated by the light.

Zongheng's 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.

"Wha—!"

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

Countless electric batons hit his body. He held the hilt of the sword, and the sword energy flowed on it.

The light of 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.

Although he usually has a playful smile and looks like a fish with no bones, when he is standing at the front with the sword, his figure is like a sword bone, standing on the spot, and the hand holding the sword does not tremble at all.

"Brother, go quickly——!"

His slightly trembling voice came through.

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

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 lasts only a moment. The way of heaven is always there, and the cycle goes back and forth——"

Su Mingan was running and heard these familiar words.

Vertical and horizontal sword energy blew past both sides of him, 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 was like an unsheathed sword. White light shot out from his sword, like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky.

"What do we have to fear in the battle between great avenues!"

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!"

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[Brother, don’t think too badly of other people. 】

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

[Brother, brother, you must believe me... I really have no 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 are still here. Brother, don’t you still believe me...? 】

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"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.

A member of the ancient martial arts family and a member of the Sword Sect, how could he be a blank slate player who had just finished playing.

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

Previously, Su Mingan always doubted whether this person was a sniper. After all, the other party'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 kindness in the past.

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 really be many "good people" in this world.

...Isn't it just right that he met someone here...?

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.

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

The rope bridge connects 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 misremembered the 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 crumbling in the wind and rain and looked like it might flip over at any moment.

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

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

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

Perhaps it was because Mo Yan had saved her several times on the way, and she seemed to be particularly concerned about him at this time.

"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.

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[Number of survivors: 3. 】

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"...I probably won't be back for a while." Su Mingan said softly.