Chapter 398 Keeping the Promise
"About a year and a half ago, your flying cavalry tribe besieged a silver-haired young man who built a foundation, did you know about it?" Dongfang Yi asked.
"The silver-haired youth? Why don't you remember?" Wu Chi suddenly trembled, obviously thinking of the horror of the silver-haired youth.
"How is he? Tell me everything you know. You'd better not lie, otherwise you will know that death is actually a very happy thing, and living is sometimes more painful than death." Dongfang Yi said in a concentrated voice, but at that time The place where she escaped was in the airspace covered by the Flying Cavalry tribe. Not to mention Lu Xiaotian, a foundation cultivator, even she, a Jindan cultivator, broke into here, and was attacked by several people and was seriously injured. If she hadn't met Lu Xiaotian, she would have almost escaped The body dies and the road disappears.
Although Dongfang Yi knew that Lu Xiaotian should still be alive through Lu Xiaotian’s aura left in Xueling’s hiding place, but she was very curious about how Lu Xiaotian led her to escape under such unfavorable circumstances. Lu Xiaotian's combat power is outstanding, but within the sheltered airspace of the Flying Cavalry tribe, people from the Flying Cavalry tribe can come continuously.
Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, Dongfang Yi thought to himself that he was already a rare opponent in the late stage of foundation establishment. He had tried against the top foundation of the ancient sword sect before and he was not defeated, but he couldn't do it like the silver-haired youth. Usually, in fact, until now, she didn't even know the other party's name. It's really absurd to say that she didn't know anything about a man who had had sex with her and risked his life to save her twice.
"No, I dare not. I have a picture stone here, you can tell it at a glance." Although Wu Chi didn't know the origin of this female cultivator, the other party made a surprise attack and killed his companion and spirit with a raised hand. Ying, obviously not a soft-hearted person, how dare he hide anything, he has a high status in the Wuzhi tribe, and he still has a lot of glory and wealth to enjoy, so he is not willing to die easily. Back then, the silver-haired young man caused blood to flow in the air At first, he didn't know about it, and brought some of his subordinates to rush there, thinking about winning the battle, but he didn't get the battle, and he didn't even play for a long time, and he was killed by the silver-haired young man one by one. He was also the silver-haired young man who was lucky enough to save his life because he didn't care about him.
Back then, when he wanted to win the battle, he deliberately used the photo stone to record the situation at the scene, but all he left behind was shame. At that time, he was also injured a little bit, and he went back to recuperate, so he forgot about the Photo Stone. He didn't expect that this piece of waste could still be used at this time.
Because Wu Chi was worried that the woman in white in front of him would kill him, and felt that the photo stone in his hand was not enough, so he poured out some of the things he had heard about the silver-haired young man before.
In fact, Wu Chi was also considered a player in the game at that time, and he had also heard something about this person. He was one of the people who knew the silver-haired young man who made the Flying Cavalry tribe change their faces.
Wu Chi's words rang in his ears, and when Dongfang Yi heard several waves of flying cavalry tribes intercepting them one after another, the white fingers holding the picture stone tightened. But when she input spiritual power into the photo stone, there is no need for Wu Chi to say anything more. In the picture stone, there are more than 200 flying cavalry tribes, covering the sky and the sun, with several kinds of flying cavalry mixed in, and there are dozens of cavalry in front of them blocking the road, one of them is Wuchi.
It's just that Wu holds these dozens of riders, and the other monks in the later stage of foundation establishment were swept by Lu Xiaotian all the way. High above the sky, blood flowed like a river.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Xiaotian rushed past, and several survivors of Wuchi who had been killed in terror joined the pursuit team. Just looking at the huge chasing tribe behind, Dongfang Yi can also imagine what kind of terrible battle Lu Xiaotian encountered.
The Flying Cavalry tribe is so famous that there is someone who can survive hundreds of flying cavalry's siege all the way to bloody rivers, and this person is only a foundation cultivator, and he wants to protect a comatose person like her.
Dongfang Yi clearly remembered that when Lu Xiaotian rescued her, he also experienced a big battle.
The image in the photo stone is changing rapidly. After a while, the silver-haired young man whose name he doesn't even know has gone through several battles. The tribe's wind and fire are far away from the gun.
Dongfang Yi's eyes couldn't help being dazed, she bit her cherry red lower lip tightly with her white teeth, only the calm and firm eyes under the frantic silver hair in the picture stone, and the invincible golden knife remained in her eyes.
As for how the Foundation Establishment cultivator could reach such a level, Dongfang Yi, as a Golden Core cultivator, didn't understand, much less wanted to understand. All she cared about was how the silver-haired youth would lead her out of danger. Seeing the scene where the silver-haired young man vomited blood without hesitating to block the wind-fire clutch gun with his body, it was Dongfang Yi. She thought that her years of practice had made her feel calm, and at this moment her heart was pulled up unconsciously.
In the end, the silver-haired young man was also cornered. Behind him were more than two hundred flying warriors, each of whom was a master in the foundation-building period. In the front, even if she was a Golden Core cultivator, she saw the fire bat that looked like the sky had fallen. Qun couldn't help but change his expression greatly. But in this situation, the silver-haired young man in the picture stone, holding her on Di Kun's back, still looked calm, and rushed into the sea of fire bats fearlessly, the sea of fire bats filled the sky, and the two black people behind him There are more than a hundred flying cavalry tribes, but none of them are as dazzling as the silver-haired young man with tattered clothes on Di Kun's back.
The photo stone was frozen at the scene where the silver-haired youth rushed into the sea of fire bats and was overwhelmed by the dense fire bats.
Dongfang Yi pointed her finger, and with her determination, she almost crushed the photo stone under tension and almost uncontrollably. It was only at the last moment that she held back, and Dongfang Yi suddenly realized that this photo stone was extremely precious to her. Fortunately, she met it, otherwise she would miss a piece of the most beautiful memory.
"I've said what I have to say, can you spare my life now?" Wu Chi was cold all over, most of which were frightened by the sharp sword attached to his neck.
"Yes!" Dongfang Yi turned her palm and slapped Wu Chi.
With a wow, Wu Chi vomited blood, and his whole body was like a kite with a broken string, uncontrollably thrown into the distance, and when it landed, he was already so angry that he didn't even have the ability to move.
Wu Chi couldn't help but looked at the woman in white in front of him with resentment in his eyes, "You turned your back on what you promised."
"I only said to spare your life, I didn't say that I won't hurt you. Whether you can survive depends on your own good luck." Dongfang Yi raised her hand and retracted the flying sword. She wandered into the dense forest in front of her and disappeared without a trace. The endless fire stars made people despair, but she is still alive to prove the problem. Although I don’t know how the silver-haired youth did it, it is not important anymore. What matters is that both are alive.
Wu Chi was so angry that he wanted to curse, in his current state, it was difficult for him to move a finger, and with the smell of blood all over the place, it might not be long before blood-devouring beasts or monsters would come, What's the difference between hurting him like this and killing him? It's just that no matter how annoyed he was at this moment, Wu Chi only tried his best to accumulate a part of his mana, opened the pill bottle in the storage bag, took the healing pill, and tried to leave before the beast came, maybe he could save a life, otherwise There is only one dead end.
