248: Escape is an art

This is a solution that has no choice. Only in this way can he restrict his opponent from exercising his full performance. Otherwise, he will have to defeat the enemy with a defensive momentum and face such a powerful player as the Black Stone Mountain King.

Therefore, just as the two of them shook back, they twisted their waists to the sky, and flew sharply with the flow of the cyclone, suddenly spreading the parting knife into the sky, then drew a graceful and natural arc in the void, turning from an extremely mysterious angle to attack, slashing the left rib of the Black Stone Mountain King.

The knife tonight is not only fast, but also changing, and there is no regular change at all. The distance is changing, the force is changing, the angle is changing, and even his face is changing constantly. Every change echoes forward and backward, complementing each other, just like flowing water without constant momentum, there is no way to guess its castration and origin.

Every change that happened in the air of this sword made the Black Rock Mountain King feel in a dilemma. It seemed that every response plan he had come up with was not enough to deal with every change of the sword.

But he did not hesitate, but adopted the "maintaining me" style of playing, "Huh..." and the mace broke out into the air.

His mace path is still ordinary, but his strength is so great that he forcibly gathers pressure within several feet of his surroundings, covering the sky like a mountain torrent.

This is undoubtedly a wise choice.

Because the King of Black Stone Mountain understands that as the other party changes, he will always be at a disadvantage. As the saying goes, no matter how change is, as long as the other party’s essence is found, there is no need to pay attention to too many changes.

Facts proved the accuracy of his judgment. When the Parting Knife squeezed into his three-foot range, the phantom was completely destroyed, the changes were completely eliminated, and the blade was shaking, becoming direct and effective.

The Black Rock Mountain King felt a suffocation of breath, and with intuition, he finally found the momentum of the blade.

This once again proves that the eternal truth of the master always speaking with his strength. Any change is an illusion and cannot affect the master's mentality and judgment at all.

An endless huge energy came from the junction of swords and maces with the force of a mountain crack and avalanche. "Ah..." This amazing force shocked the night and let out a scream and fell straight to the back.

"Boom..." Then there were a series of huge noises and the sound of breaking various objects, and the sound of "crash..." sounded constantly.

Dust is flying, gravel is flying...

Tonight's back broke through a wall behind him like a heavy hammer. The man retreated like a kite with broken strings. Suddenly, he felt a sweet throat, and a mouthful of blood shot out, sprinkling blood fog along the way.

The King of Black Stone Mountain did not pursue him. As the blood surging, a feeling of vomiting arises in his heart. After forcibly suppressing it, he just stood motionless in front of the hole that had just broken tonight, revealing a smile.

He didn't expect that there would be such a strong recoil force in Tonight. If he hadn't had any response, he would have been both sides. But even so, Tonight's injuries would definitely not be light, and he was sure.

Another important reason why he did not pursue was that Jin Mengfei was still in this room. On weekdays, Jin Mengfei might no longer be the opponent of Tonight, but at this moment, the strength between the two has changed, and Jin Mengfei should have the confidence to win.

It is very cruel for brothers and sisters to fight each other and die together, but the King of Black Rock likes such a scene and does not think that there is any cruelty at all. He always believes that life is a cruel thing in itself, and there is no need to make a fuss, let alone feel compassion, and force yourself to survive. Only by following the laws of nature can this society make progress.

But he seemed to have forgotten one thing: since a person has come to the world, he should have the right to survive. No matter whether he is strong or weak, he is a life after all.

While losing the center of gravity tonight, he realized that the injuries in his body were not as serious as he imagined. This was because the succubus elemental power in his body not only produced a recoil force at the moment when the external force was injected, but also protected his heart veins instinctively. Therefore, after falling several feet, he suddenly fell and stood up.

As soon as someone stands, the first thought is that he is definitely not a match for the King of Black Stone. For him, the King of Black Stone is too powerful, and he can't see any chance of victory. If he just entangles, it is said that he is unwise, but after the King of Black Stone knocks him away, he leaves a glimmer of life for him.

Of course, this chance of survival is to escape!

According to his estimate, You Tingrong and his party should have traveled through the tunnel and escaped from the encirclement set by the other party. Since this is the case, the goal has been achieved, there is no need for him to fight to the death. Besides, if he could escape from the Black Stone King, it would definitely not be a shame.

Therefore, I made up my mind tonight and chose the route to escape in an instant.

He once heard Wei Qi say that escape is also an art. When he first heard it, he didn't accept it. After he really made a sprawl in the eastern continent, he realized that sometimes escaping is not as simple as he imagined. It not only includes footsteps, listening, and prediction ability, but also has to learn how to know which path is the safest route to escape.

To learn this kind of skill, whether it is difficult or not, it is not easy to master it by just acquired efforts. It requires a talent, a sense of touch as sharp as a wild wolf, and it seems to have exactly this advantage.

As soon as others landed, they had already seen the route they should choose: they were obviously not allowed to go from the place to go; if they escape from the sky, let alone the other masters hidden by the King of Black Stone Mountain, the three thousand magical archers alone were enough to make him trouble; and when they returned to the Iron Lu Teahouse and escaped from the tunnel, they were afraid that You Tingrong and his party would be exposed. Therefore, he did not hesitate and chose a path to the fort.

It was said that it was a path, but in fact there was no road ahead, there were only a series of closely connected buildings. If you wanted to escape, you could only hit the wall and break the wall. Although you were injured tonight, fortunately your injury was not serious, and a mere earth wall would not stump him.

He used the elemental power in his body, held a knife in his hand, and quickly leaned towards the wall. He knew that today's Iron Fortress was full of experts, and he was in danger step by step. If he was not careful, he would fall into a state of doom. Therefore, his nerves were extremely tense and he was always paying attention to the flow of air around him, in order to make the quickest reaction in the shortest time.

It was only five feet away from the wall, but I took every step tonight with great care. I finally moved to a large wooden cabinet beside the wall, and used enough elemental force to hit the wall.

"Boom..." The wooden cabinet suddenly burst, and countless wooden blocks, driven by force, flew towards the back of the night like a meteor shower with sharp roars.

The heart suddenly sank in the sky. He didn't fail to notice the wooden cabinet, but he never expected that there was a person hidden inside, and he was definitely a master. Otherwise, with his strength, even in such a nervous situation, he should be alert.

He had no time to think about it anymore, so he could only rush forward, his whole body suddenly exerted force like a javelin, forcing it into the wall, and at the same time he used the figure clone technique, sliding and turning, and sweeping in the other direction.

His eyes were extremely calm, without any attempt to block or fight back, but just rushed forward. At this moment, he just wanted to leave this place of right and wrong earlier, rather than killing people. In his heart, he no longer wanted to see too many bloody scenes.

"Ah..." With a loud shout, I felt an extremely sharp sword light flying from the broken wood blocks. The energy of the body cutting force rushed towards his back, causing a thrilling chill to rise from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, there was no chance to see who the other party was, nor did he have time, but he knew that behind him, a sword was coming with a shadow, and only the sword light had such rapid speed and sharp murderous aura. Moreover, the swordsman's strength was so high that it was not inferior to Le Bai at all, and he even had to surpass Le Bai, otherwise she would never have made such a domineering offensive in such a short time.

"When..." He didn't look back tonight, but his parting knife slashed with his backhand, and broke out from a shocking angle at an incredible speed, drawing a beautiful arc and pointing it on the sword edge. As the fire splashed, he felt an extremely cold but very heavy energy transmitted from the blade to his arm, and then from his arm to his body, making him feel uncomfortable after an electric shock.

The man seemed to be shocked, the sword tip trembled, and the murderous aura slowed down. Tonight, he did not expect that the other party would be so strong, but he had no room for consideration. His body twisted like a snake, and the Parting Knife immediately shot out and rushed to the void. The uncontrollable momentum instantly touched all the dust and broken wood in the room. The blade was like a magnet with powerful suction, pulling these objects into a ball of shadow, rotating rapidly, and twisting into an extremely terrifying picture in the void.

He learned this trick from Mali. As long as he had seen it, as long as he thought it was useful, he would absorb it for himself, and discard the dross and take the essence. Therefore, he used his sword to kill him, and the momentum was far above Mali.

No one will not be afraid of the momentum of this sword!

Even this unfaithful assassin was no exception, because he had already felt his sword trembling again tonight.

The sword edge trembled again and again, which should not have occurred in the hands of the master. This at least shows that the assassin's mentality is not stable and lacks detached calm.

"Ah..." He suddenly exerted force tonight, and the blade flapped, and the dark clouds dissipated, forming a series of rushing towards the assassin behind him. At the same time, he used the force to shoot, and the person had already stretched out three feet away.

Everything he did was to keep a distance from his opponent. Only in this way could he turn around and face him calmly, otherwise he would have to be in a passive situation of being beaten.
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