Lord Highlander

Walking alone in the dense forest of Gandar Er Mountain, He Boqiang finally understood why Suldak led the second team along the mountains beside the valley. Do your best.

Now he felt a little regretful, wading through a waist-deep grass field, he kept pushing the grass away in front of him with the Roman sword, and the hand holding the Roman sword was a little numb.

He Boqiang licked his chapped lips, looked at the scorching sun above his head, and thought that maybe he should find a cool place to rest before leaving.

The most animals in the barren meadow are those fat yellow-brown rex rabbits. This kind of large rabbit stretches out, and its body length is even more than four feet. However, it runs as fast as lightning in the grass, but it has grown a whole body that is as dry and yellow as the inside of the grass. The leaves have the same coat color, as long as they escape to the depths of the grass, it is impossible to catch them again.

There is another kind of animal that is abundant in the barren meadow, that is poisonous snake.

If you are not careful, you will get out of the grass and startle people.

This kind of grass snake is not very poisonous. There are almost no natural enemies in Caodianzi, and it is very aggressive. In order to avoid being bitten by a poisonous snake on his ankle, He Boqiang used a Roman sword to push away the grass along the way, and then walked in.

It's just that in this way, there is no way to go too fast.

It has been almost half a day to enter this barren grassland.

He Boqiang thought in his heart that maybe he could see the river valley that the second team passed by by turning over the mountain ridge in front of him. He touched the water bottle hanging on his waist and shook it vigorously. The remaining water was only enough for two sips. , his throat was so thirsty that he was almost smoking, but He Boqiang still wanted to hold on, he was worried that if he drank all the water in the pot at once, he would be in trouble if he encountered an emergency later.

He lived in the aboriginal village for nearly ten days. Apart from learning the simple aboriginal language, He Boqiang also learned how to hold a sacrificial ceremony.

After bidding farewell to the great wizard Inoyatila, He Boqiang left the aboriginal village.

Originally planned to take a shortcut and go back to the mountains beside the valley, but when I walked into this fork, I realized that I had thought too simply. Afterwards, there were still endless mountains that came into view.

After getting lost in the mountains, He Boqiang calmly identified the direction, and felt that there was no big problem in the direction he was going, so he continued to walk forward.

...

An evil spirit rushed out from He Boqiang's hand. The evil spirit was more than three meters tall, holding a spike with a blade of more than two meters in his hand, and his body was tightly attached to He Boqiang's back.

One hand stretched forward to strangle He Boqiang's neck, and the spike on the other hand pierced He Boqiang's back.

He didn't leave any room. When the spike was about to touch He Boqiang's back, He Boqiang turned around suddenly, and the Roman sword in his hand stabbed at the evil spirit at the same time, while holding a square in the other hand. shield against the spikes in the hands of the evil spirits.

He Boqiang underestimated the sharpness of the spike in the evil ghost's hand. The spike pierced Fang Dun, penetrated He Boqiang's arm, and directly pierced He Boqiang's chest. A trace of dark red blood flowed out along the sharp edge of the spike. .

And the Roman sword in He Boqiang's hand also stabbed into the abdomen of the evil spirit, and the two stood in the deserted meadow, entangled tightly under the scorching sun.

The evil ghost ignored the wound on his abdomen, and with a fierce smile on his ferocious face, he stabbed the spikes into He Boqiang's body little by little.

He Boqiang felt that as the blood gushed out of his body, his strength was also rapidly disappearing.

The evil ghost opened its mouth wide and let out a terrifying grin, arched its body, and retracted its abdomen as far as possible, allowing the Roman sword in He Boqiang's hand to withdraw little by little.

In front of the evil spirits, He Boqiang was at an absolute disadvantage in terms of strength, but it was the evil spirits who took the initiative to attack him, causing He Boqiang to fall into great passivity.

The sharp thorns pierced his body little by little, and the severe pain seemed to tell He Boqiang that his life was passing quickly.

...

The activated nodes in He Boqiang's body lit up one after another, and a steady stream of power filled his body.

The evil ghost seemed to have been stabbed in the eye by something, and finally couldn't help stretching out his hand to block it. Taking advantage of this opportunity, He Boqiang released his 'momentum'.

A phantom of a demon god with two faces and four arms appeared behind He Boqiang, staring angrily at the evil spirit in front of him.

At this moment, He Boqiang felt that all the strength that had disappeared was restored again. He swung the Roman sword fiercely on the arm of the evil spirit. The Roman sword was wrapped in a pale golden light, as if it had been cut into a piece of butter. The evil ghost's arm melted rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the entire palm was severed from the wrist.

The evil spirit let out a roar, and wanted to grab He Boqiang's throat with his hands and crush his throat.

But he didn't expect that He Bo would kick the evil spirit back several steps.

Without waiting for the evil spirit to stand still, he threw out the Roman sword in his hand and pierced it straight into the evil spirit's chest.

Even so, He Boqiang didn't dare to be careless, took a breath, and pulled out the spikes that the evil spirit had inserted into the square shield. Without giving the evil spirit any chance to counterattack, he staggered over and tried his best to fight back. Nail the spikes into the head of the evil spirit, and cut off the head of the evil spirit with a Roman sword.

Seeing the purple-black viscous blood flowing all over the ground, his body convulsed violently, and finally there was no sound.

He Boqiang finally bandaged the wound hastily, and lay down on the grass in a state of exhaustion.

The blue sky and white clouds were constantly spinning, and He Boqiang felt drowsy. He tried to get up from the ground, but unfortunately failed after several attempts.

The head of the evil spirit was right in front of his eyes. He Boqiang looked at the bloody hole on the forehead of the evil spirit, and a devil core was faintly exposed in the bloody hole.

...

I don't know how long it took, but when He Boqiang woke up, he found that the sky was full of stars.

He struggled to get up from the weeds, and scared away a weasel that was squatting aside and eating evil spirits. It slid into the grass with its big fluffy tail, and it seemed that it was just here to steal food.

He Boqiang poured the last sip of water from the kettle down his throat and felt much better.

He checked the wound on his arm, and it seemed to have recovered a little bit. Most of the wounds had scabbed over, but his leather armor was stained with blood.

He Boqiang just sat on the ground in a daze for a while, then tried every means to pry open the evil spirit's head and take out the walnut-sized magic core inside.

Just looking at the body of the evil spirit, He Boqiang sighed softly. If it was Suldak, he would definitely peel off this layer of skin from the evil spirit. Unfortunately, he did not learn the art of skinning, so he could only peel the skin off. The corpse of an evil spirit was discarded in the grass.

Thinking that one of his arms was temporarily disabled, He Boqiang was worried that there would be evil spirits chasing him from behind, so he didn't dare to stay here for too long, but dragged his tired body into the wild grass in front of him.