Volume 10 Chapter 211

Chapter 211

Looking at Qing Yu with sharp lips and sharp tongue, Tang Yin was so angry that his teeth were itching. I want to see how long you can stay angry with me? He stopped yelling and cursed, and secretly made up his mind that even if Qingyu ran up to the sky and crawled to the ground, he would catch him and crush him to death this time.

Qingyu, Tang Yin and numerous Mo Jun guards gradually moved away from the battlefield. This run lasted for more than half an hour. Gradually, both sides slowed down. Momoa is good at sprinting over short distances, but not good at running over long distances.

Qingyu clearly felt that the pace of getting off the horse was getting heavier and heavier. Qingyu looked back and saw that, fortunately, Tang Yin's horse was not much better than his own.

Even though he was being chased like a lost dog, Qingyu still showed no trace of panic or solemnity on his face. He even shouted to Tang Yin with a smile: "Your Majesty, Feng Wang, stop chasing me. Both you and I are riding horses." , If you keep running like this, you won’t be able to catch up with me even if you catch me next year!”

Tang Yin knew that he could not defeat Qingyu, so he was too lazy to reply and just kept urging the war horse.

He didn't speak, and Qingyu talked more.

"His Royal Highness Feng Wang, you are alone, and there are so many people on my side. At the end, the horses are exhausted, and you are the one who suffers. Why don't we discuss it? If you go back now, I won't let you." People are chasing you, what do you think?”

Tang Yin lowered his head and took a look at both sides of his horse. It was a pity that there was no bow and arrow hanging on the saddle. If possible, he really wanted to shoot down the chattering Qing Yu with one arrow.

"What are you looking for, His Highness the Wind King? It's not looking for a bow, right? If Your Highness has a bow in your hand, how can I survive now?"

Tang Yin felt that a certain nerve in his brain had tightened again, so tight that it was on the verge of breaking. He squinted his eyes and stared at Qing Yu in front of him, his teeth clenching.

Although Qingyu looked relaxed and kept provoking Tang Yin, he was actually very nervous inside. Tang Yin had no intention of giving up until he caught up with him, so what should he do? Now he could only hope to anger Tang Yin with words so that Tang Yin could make mistakes on his own initiative. But the terrible thing was that Tang Yin didn't give him a chance at all.

An entire hour passed, and Qingyu became more and more panicked as he ran. Until now, he didn't know where he was. Looking around, he saw steep mountains and dense jungles, and he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south.

Looking back, Tang Yin was still chasing after him. His body was dripping with blood, and his eyes flashed green from time to time. Looking at him coldly, he was no different from a man-eating ghost. The only thing he was thankful for was that none of his bodyguards were there. Giving up and following Tang Yin closely, they have become Qingyu's only confidence now.

The road became increasingly difficult and bumpy, and gradually tended to go uphill. Qingyu felt a chill in his heart, and secretly cried out, looking at the road conditions, it seemed like he was going up the mountain. If there was a way down the mountain, it would be fine, but if it was a dead end, it would be the end.

He reluctantly looked to both sides. There were woods on both sides, and the ground was overgrown with grass and vines. If he rushed in hastily, he would have to get stuck in it if he didn't use his horse well, which would only make Tang Yin chase him faster.

well! At this time, I can only gamble, betting that the mountain is not a dead end.

The mountain road gradually became steeper, and the horse's speed became slower, almost like jogging. If Tang Yin was in his prime, he would have abandoned his horse and caught up with Qingyu on foot, but now, he really didn't have the strength to do that.

After two days of fighting and the long-distance galloping just now, his physical strength has long been exhausted, and the wounds on his body have cracked and opened in countless places. The reason why he can still hold on and not faint yet is all due to his amazing willpower. The belief in supporting and killing Qingyu is his only motivation now.

This is precisely the scary thing about Tang Yin. What he wants to do, even if the sky falls apart, even if he is injured and can no longer stand up, but even if he crawls, he will crawl to get the thing done.

At this moment, Qingyu finally realized what it means to be haunted by evil spirits. He swallowed his saliva, moistened his throat, and wanted to taunt Tang Yin a few more words, but he gave it up after a second thought. After running for so long, Tang Yin no longer took advantage of him, and he was no longer so angry that he vomited blood.

Unknowingly, Qingyu had already urged his horse to reach the top of the mountain. Sure enough, he was afraid of what would happen. The mountain road here became a dead end. Going further, there was a bottomless cliff.

Qingyu also specially urged his horse to come to the edge of the cliff, lowered his head and looked down. The mountains were surrounded by fog and covered with white flowers. He couldn't see anything clearly, let alone how high the cliff was.

When he rode back, Tang Yin happened to catch up. Seeing the cliff behind Qingyu, Tang Yin was startled at first, and then he laughed loudly. His voice was hoarse and his laughter was gloomy. He said coldly: "Qingyu, you should run again. This mountain and this cliff are like this." This is your burial place!" As he spoke, he urged his horse to move towards Qingyu step by step.

Qingyu instinctively retreated, but within two steps, the horse's hooves had already stepped on the edge of the cliff, and the war horse did not dare to retreat any further. He glanced back and couldn't help but tremble. The calm and mature Qingyu also changed a little at this time, and said with a slightly trembling voice: "Your Highness, please don't come here again, or I will jump down! Didn't Your Highness say that Do you want to kill me with your own hands?”

It's rare to see Qing Yu with a panic expression on his face. Tang Yin's gloomy mood in recent days is quite satisfying as he can see the light through the clouds.

He and Qingyu had met twice before, and Qingyu had the upper hand each time. The first time, he was inspired by him and fell into his trick, which led to the military camp being destroyed. The second time, he was so angry that he spurted blood. But now that it was better, Tang Yin felt like taking back the initiative.

"If you want to jump, then jump. I have rarely seen people jumping off cliffs. Today, you will show me how to do it!" As he spoke, Tang Yin moved closer to Qingyu. At this time, the distance between the two of them was so close that the heads of the two horses were almost touching each other.

Qingyu instinctively shrank back. He was still sitting on the horse, but his head had already leaned over the cliff.

"What? Is it your turn to be afraid? Haha——" Tang Yin laughed loudly, raising the scimitar in his hand high, his eyes flashing, and his white tiger teeth showing. He said word by word: "Since you dare not jump, then I will help you!" As soon as he finished speaking, the scimitar raised in the air chopped down fiercely.

Seeing the scimitar chopped towards him with a strong wind, Qingyu screamed. At this critical moment, someone behind Tang Yin suddenly shouted: "Don't hurt my general!"

As the voice sounded, a guard who rushed to the top of the mountain threw the sword in his hand at Tang Yin with all his strength.

The sword spun in the air, heading straight for Tang Yin's back.

Tang Yin's sword could split Qing Yu in half, but the sword flying from behind could also pierce him through the heart. Tang Yin gritted his teeth secretly, and at the critical moment, his falling scimitar suddenly changed direction, abandoning Qing Yu and slashing behind him.

Clang clang - with a sharp golden sound, the sword thrown at Tang Yin was hit by the scimitar and bounced far away. Under the impact, Tang Yin couldn't help shaking violently on the warhorse, and as he shook, the horse also took a step forward.

His horse and Qing Yu's horse were almost close to each other. At this time, his horse moved forward, and Qing Yu's horse was naturally pushed back. As a result, the warhorse's hind hoof stepped on the air, and Qing Yu fell back with the horse.

In a critical moment, the first thing people think of is to grab the life-saving straw in front of them. This is also human instinct. Qingyu saw that he was about to fall off the cliff with the warhorse, and without thinking, he reached out to grab Tang Yin's clothes.

If he was alone, even if Tang Yin was injured, he would not be able to pull Tang Yin with his thin and delicate body, but he was sitting on the warhorse with his feet still on the stirrups. At this time, he held Tang Yin, who was bearing the weight of him and the warhorse together.

When Tang Yin realized that something was wrong, it was too late to pull away Qingyu's hand holding his clothes.

Qingyu fell off the cliff with his horse, and Tang Yin also fell headfirst from the horse.

Until he was pulled by Qingyu and fell off the cliff, a thought flashed in his mind, that he and Qingyu were really incompatible, of course, it was Qingyu who defeated him, not only defeated him, but also defeated him to death.

Tang Yin was not a person who would wait for death, even if there was only a one in a thousand or even one in ten thousand chance, he would not give up easily.

While falling in the air, Tang Yin used up all the remaining spiritual energy in his body and poured it into the scimitar in his hand. In an instant, the scimitar completed the spiritual flower. Tang Yin used all his strength again, shouted, and stabbed the spiritual knife fiercely at the cliff wall.

Clang!

Whoosh——The power of his slash with all his strength should not be underestimated, but the spiritual knife stabbed on the cliff wall, but a group of sparks flashed. Under the force of the recoil, the spiritual knife flew out of his hand, spinning in the air, and bounced far away.

Damn it, it's Qinggang stone! God kills me! Tang Yin cursed in his heart, and then simply closed his eyes.

Plop, plop!

With two muffled sounds, two large groups of water splashed in the pool in the valley, and Tang Yin, Qingyu and the warhorse that was dragging people fell into the deep pool together.

Perhaps because of the lack of sunlight and the heavy yin energy in the valley, the water in the deep pool was icy cold. Tang Yin and Qing Yu were already in a semi-conscious state when they fell, but they woke up suddenly after falling into the pool.

Until then, Qing Yu's feet were still hanging on the stirrups. After falling into the water, he was dragged by the warhorse to the bottom of the pool. He widened his eyes in horror, grabbed with both hands, and turned his head back and forth, trying to find Tang Yin to help him out.

Let's not talk about whether Tang Yin wanted to help him. The former was not afraid of heaven or earth, but afraid of water. Tang Yin was a typical landlubber. He could be lively on the ground, but he immediately became a weak shrimp in the water. He sank faster than Qing Yu, and the water in his stomach was much more than Qing Yu.

Qingyu watched Tang Yin sinking away from him, gurgling and spitting out bubbles, and sighed secretly. There was no other hope, he could only rely on himself. At the critical moment, he suddenly remembered that he had a sword on his waist. He immediately took out the sword and swung it continuously, not caring whether it would hurt the warhorse. In a panic, he finally cut the stirrup leather, pushed off the horse with both feet, and rushed up with all his strength.