C538 escape
C538 escape
"How are you?" Jia Hui could tell that Yang Junshan's current strength was at 50%.
"We'll talk about it after we escape!"
With each step he took, he moved more than a hundred feet away. Seeing this, Jiahui did not dare to hesitate, refining the light under his feet one by one. Her speed was not dissatisfied with Yang Junshan's at all, and the two of them ran towards the southeast side.
Behind the two of them, to the left and right, seven or eight frogs jumped up from behind the iceberg that Jiahui and company were standing on. Behind the two of them, there were also five or six gigantic frogs behind the hill that Qiao and Zhao were standing on, and as for the black cloud in the sky, there were more than a hundred of them charging over.
However, that Junior Brother Qiao hesitated for a moment. Earlier, Senior Brother Zhao was probably killed by the three ice bears, but that Senior Brother Qi was one of the top three true disciples of the sect, how could a Qi warrior at the Qi Condensation stage lose to Yang Junshan so easily. Since that Yang Junshan did not die, perhaps Senior Brother Qi was not trapped in the collapsed ice mountain, and was just trapped there.
In this moment of hesitation, the clear and melodious cries of the eagles woke him up. At the same time, it also announced the outcome.
Even though Junior Brother Qiao tried his best to escape, it was already too late. The encirclement of eagles forced him to lower his flying height, but very quickly, the long tongue of an ice frog came flying over. Junior Brother Qiao turned into light feathers and escaped, but it was already too late.
Junior Brother Qiao's figure suddenly leaped and dodged the ice cubes. He saw three more condors swooping towards him from three different directions, nearly blocking off all of his escape routes.
Just as he was about to lose his life, a "peng" sound rang out. Three pairs of eagle claws tore off countless feathers from Junior Brother Qiao's body, and he had already disappeared into the midst of the flying feathers. When he reappeared, he was already several hundred feet away, and was about to chase behind Yang Junshan and Jia Yi.
In fact, Yang Junshan was holding onto Jia Hui's hand as they ran away. In his heart, he was thinking of taking advantage of the fact that Junior Brother Qiao had not reacted yet, leaving him to deal with the Icy Plains Desolate Beast, in order to buy time for them to escape. After all, they were enemies that would not rest until they died.
However, Junior Brother Qiao had fallen into a tight encirclement and was now facing the combined attack of tens of dire beasts. The method of escaping he displayed still made the two of them gasp in admiration.
In the end, Junior Brother Qiao turned into feathers and broke free from the encirclement. Jia Hui suddenly cried out, as if he understood why Junior Brother Qiao was safe and sound when she was attacked by his Absolute Astral Finger when they were fighting in the formation.
Just as Yang Junshan was considering whether he should strike back to block Junior Brother Qiao, he seemed to feel a weak light flash in his eyes.
Just when Yang Junshan thought he saw wrongly, Junior Brother Qiao suddenly let out a miserable scream. Jia Hui also snorted. When Yang Junshan looked over, he found that an ice spear had pierced Junior Brother Qiao's body from behind. Bright hot blood was flowing along the ice spear.
Yang Junshan's eyes followed the direction the ice wall pointed to and saw a huge eagle dodging to the left, hiding behind its companion.
However, Yang Junshan's newly formed Everlasting Cold Spiritual Eye seemed to be able to see the faint shadow of a person on the back of the falcon.
Seeing that Junior Brother Qiao's body was about to fall from midair and be devoured by the Ice Desolate Beast rushing towards him, Yang Junshan reacted quickly. A five hundred foot long Ice Worm Silk was thrown out by him and lightly tied onto the storage bag on Junior Brother Qiao's waist that was dozens of feet away. With a tug, the storage bag flew back into Yang Junshan's hand.
"Let's go!"
This time, Yang Junshan and Jia Hui didn't dare to turn back. They only focused on using their flying abilities to the maximum.
"Be careful, that javelin was thrown by the Ice Barbarians!" Yang Junshan heard Jia Hui's warning in his ear.
There was someone on the back of the falcon. It seemed that the beast tide that had broke out in the glacier this time was related to the Ice Berserker Tribe. This alien race was actually able to control the Ice Plains Barbarian and the Barbarian Beast.
This was clearly not the time to get to the bottom of things, because he discovered that his "Spatial Compression Technique" would not be able to keep up with the Lotus Blooming Step by Step.
Whoosh!
A deadly aura was locked on Yang Junshan's back. By the time that indiscernible voice reached his ears, the killing intent had already triggered Yang Junshan's sensitive spiritual consciousness.
Suddenly, he turned around and swung the Mountain Splitter with its rusty blade. A half foot long ice spear was crushed into ice shards all over the sky, but the huge force still came from the knife. Yang Junshan groaned and flew backwards, catching up to Jia Hui.
This time, Yang Junshan clearly saw the man who had used the ice spear to ambush him. A short and muscular cultivator with a face covered in all kinds of markings stood on the back of the eagle, and when he lifted his wrist, a mass of cold Qi condensed in his palm, stretching out and quickly reforming back into an ice spear about half a meter long. However, this time, Yang Junshan was already out of the range of his ice spear.
"This is bad!" Jiahui stared at the back of Yang Junshan with a dark expression.
Yang Junshan turned around and saw a few frogs jump out from the direction they were running. Apparently, these frogs noticed the two's situation and came up to them.
It was too late for the two of them to escape now. They had no other choice but to break out of the encirclement. Both Jia Hui and Yang Junshan understood their respective decisions at the same time.
Jia Hui's golden wheel appeared again, and the extended radiance even took care of Yang Junshan. In this life or death situation, this monk actually knew that Yang Junshan was injured in the previous battle, so she had to admit that this friend of his was very kind.
The golden lotus beneath Jia Hui's feet quickly disappeared. She had already arrived in front of Yang Junshan. The Demon Fighter Pestle transformed into a golden ray of light and struck towards the head of one of the frogs.
Yang Junshan naturally wouldn't allow Jia Hui to charge in front and kill him. He would just follow closely behind and sink into the trap. Since he didn't dare to use his machete again after getting injured, he decided to use the Mountain Lord's Seal and fell onto the head of an ice frog that was trying to trap Jia Hui's Demon Fighter Pestle.
The Ice Frog was extremely vigilant. When it saw the giant seal land on the ground, it leapt several meters away, dodging the Mountain Lord's Seal's sneak attack.
However, Yang Junshan didn't only control the Mountain Lord's Seal to smash onto people. The moment the seal landed on the ground, the ice layers within a hundred meter radius cracked, swayed, and splashed. Two of the ice frogs that were blocking the way fell back, revealing their snow-white bellies.
Yang Junshan and Jiaohui took the opportunity to escape from the encirclement of a few frogs. Just as they were about to escape, Yang Junshan caught sight of Jiahui turning around all of a sudden, causing a golden wheel to shoot out from behind his head to block a incoming ice spear. However, his head also shook as if he had been struck by a bat, and his body started swaying as he flew.
Yang Junshan saw that the situation wasn't looking good, so he threw his hand out, and the tip of the spirit treasure snake wrapped around Jia Hui's waist. Yang Junshan saw that the other side of the spirit treasure snake coiled around Jia Hui's waist, and then he swung his hand forward.
Yang Junshan had subconsciously tried to save them in a split-second, but the moment he had flung Jia Hui away, he immediately regretted it!
This move had saved the monk's life, but it had put Yang Junshan in danger!
This time, Yang Junshan didn't dare to use his machete to block the blow. Instead, he lowered his body to the ground, avoiding the javelins, but the sharp stream of air that flew past his face made a three inch long wound on his face, and fresh blood flowed out and dyed his entire face red.
Yang Junshan had caught up with the flock of eagles, and the blood on his face stimulated the ferocious nature of these dire beasts. In an instant, seven or eight eagles swooped down from above Yang Junshan's head, and two of them even started to fight with each other over the blood and food in front of them.
Yang Junshan shook his hand and threw out a talisman that contained the power of a precious technique. A sea of fire spread out above his head, blocking the swooping eagles, but the flock of eagles didn't circle above the sea of fire, instead, under the command of the Ice Berserker Tribe cultivator, and circled around the sea of fire. This way, even if Yang Junshan wanted to take advantage of the sea of fire, it would be impossible for him to escape.
In fact, Yang Junshan didn't run away, but started to fall faster and faster. He even seemed to have sped up on purpose. It didn't look like he was falling, but rather, he was falling!
Boom! The ice layer that had been shattered by the Mountain Lord's Seal crumbled once again. Yang Junshan was instantly submerged in the layer of ice several meters deep.
When Jia Hui, who had been temporarily knocked out by the Ice Berserker Tribe's divine ability, was sent flying by Yang Junshan, she had regained her senses by relying on the Shi Clan's divine ability. However, when she stabilized herself more than a hundred zhang away, she saw that there were more than ten competing cold eagles hovering above the ice field where Yang Junshan had previously landed.