C310
C310
Sun Qilin fell to the ground. His face was filled with pain and despair and his eyes were filled with unwillingness.
He was at the fourth level of the Xumi Stage. How could a dignified young master of an aristocratic family be killed by a first level Xumi Stage fella like Chen Qing with a single sword strike …
The wolfwalker ran to Sun Qilin's side and cautiously looked at him. After he realized that Sun Qilin, who died with grievances, had died, his eyes flashed with a sense of loss.
Werewolves seemed to be puzzled. Why did the two of them, who had ambushed them, suddenly kill each other?
However, the wolfman quickly ignored Sun Qilin's corpse and chased after Cheng Qing. A dead man was no longer worth his attention.
As Cheng Qing ran, he turned to look at the wolfsman and found that the other had indeed caught up with him. A cold light flashed in his eyes as he put the Heaven Lake Sword into his Qiankun bag and took out the heavy bow that was already filled with arrows.
The wolfwalker behind him was already injured, but his strength as a Xumi Stage Fifth Stage practitioner still couldn't be underestimated. Cheng Qing definitely wouldn't be able to get rid of him. The only choice he had was to use a black and silver arrow to attack him ruthlessly.
The slope was not good for aiming and shooting. Cheng Qing didn't want to stop and expose himself in front of the wolfwalker, so he didn't act rashly.
He quickly ran down the valley. It was lush with trees, towering trees, and a small river that flowed between the trees. There was only an open space at the side of the valley.
This was the last place to shoot because once you entered the forest, it would be hard to shoot anymore with the cover of the trees.
Just when Cheng Qing was about to roll over and give the wolfman a run so that he could dodge into the forest, a petite figure suddenly dashed out of the forest and dashed straight towards Cheng Qing!
Cheng Qing's pupils constricted, his instinct ready to shoot an arrow at his opponent.
However, he did not feel any killing intent or Essence from his opponent, so he did not raise his heavy sword to aim.
It was a petite girl at most five feet tall. She had thick, brown, curly hair that she casually let loose behind her head. There wasn't the slightest bit of decoration or decoration on her hair, making her look especially wild.
The young girl's attire further deepened Cheng Qing's impression of her. She was wearing a complete wolf skin and only had two holes in her arms.
Cheng Qing's gaze wavered as the two rapidly approached each other. He could clearly see the young girl's face. With just a glance, Cheng Qing was stunned. It was a perfect face, delicate facial features, soft outline, delicate pink face, small lips, dark red like blood. The entire face looked like a doll, without any flaws.
If one only looked at her face, they would feel that this young girl was only seven or eight years old.
The girl's expression was solemn and her eyebrows were like swords. She bowed and ran, her curly brown hair flying behind her head, revealing her snow-white neck. In her hand was a white dagger made from animal bones. It glowed with a cold light and looked extremely sharp.
She ran past Cheng Qing like a gust of wind.
Cheng Qing then turned around, bent his knees and half squatted on the ground, lifting the heavy sword.
This was the place where he had shot the wolfman, and now was the last chance he had to make a move. He would not miss it, and he could not miss it.
However, just as he was about to take aim, he suddenly stopped. Even his eyes had widened a bit.
The speed of the flying girl was unfathomably fast. She arrived in front of the wolfwalker in an instant and leaped high into the air, raising her delicate arms as she stabbed down with the bone dagger in her hand.
The wolfwalker was unable to retaliate in time and was stabbed in the chest with a dagger before crashing to the ground.
When the girl landed on the ground, her curly brown hair slowly fell behind her.