My Way

Chapter 44 Victory, then harvest.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

……

A full ten hours later.

The sun overhead is no longer bright.

Night is approaching.

Che Xianwei's surroundings were already covered in blood.

His originally rosy face had turned pale due to excessive blood loss.

Ling Wuyuan was still sitting quietly on the branch.

During these ten hours.

The only thing he did was to pick up a pile of hard stones and put them in his backpack, and from time to time he threw one in the direction of Che Xianwei.

Although these stones could not cause much damage to Che Xianwei, they were enough for simple harassment.

After all, Che Xianwei, who was covered in bruises, now had critical hit points all over his body.

Once those wounds are hit by stones, they will not only cause severe pain, but will also cause the wounds to become more eroded.

To know.

The stone that Ling Wuyuan threw with all his strength, whose arm strength was nearly three thousand kilograms, could actually be described as some kind of heavy bullet...

Therefore, Che Xianwei was quite troubled by those stones that attacked from time to time. Every time he tried to intercept them, the wounds on his body would be extremely painful, making him grimace involuntarily.

Another two hours passed.

Night has fallen.

Now, Ling Wuyuan could clearly sense that Che Xianwei was having trouble dealing with the stones he had thrown.

The bloodletting lasted for more than ten hours.

Although the bloodletting speed was not fast, it caused at least half of the blood in the opponent's body to be lost.

If Che Xianwei had not been a cultivator with amazing vitality, he would have bled to death long ago.

but.

Even practitioners would eventually be unable to withstand this kind of blood-letting tactic.

just now.

Che Xianwei could clearly feel that he was experiencing an irresistible feeling of dizziness.

The upper and lower eyelids of my eyes are out of control.

My vision gets darker from time to time...

He knew that he couldn't bear it any longer.

About to fall into an irresistible fainting.

And a hundred meters away, in the night, with the help of the bright moonlight, he could still clearly see Ling Wuyuan's extremely calm eyes...

"The other person is still looking at me..."

Although he was extremely unwilling in his heart, he still felt helpless about the situation.

Another two hours passed.

Since an hour ago, the stones thrown by Ling Wuyuan could no longer cause any reaction.

Che Xianwei was like a corpse, allowing those stones that could make a sound of breaking through the air to hit him. Even if the stones hit his head and caused him to bleed, he had no reaction at all.

Looking at this scene.

After casually weighing the last stone in the backpack.

Ling Wuyuan moved slightly, and jumped directly down from a branch more than 20 meters high and landed on the grass.

Then he put down the backpack, which was somewhat hindering his movement.

After taking a deep breath, he kept his left leg still and took a step forward with his right leg, making the most suitable movement for exerting force.

He chose to throw the last stone in his hand with all his strength at Che Xianwei who was not far away!
next moment.

In the whistling sound.

"Bang~"

With a loud bang.

The stone hit Che Xianwei's eye socket with incredible accuracy, smashing him away and causing him to fall to the ground.

While the opponent was flying backwards, Ling Wuyuan could even vaguely see the opponent's eyeballs bursting in his eye sockets.

But the other party didn't move at all from beginning to end.

It was as if it had already been a corpse.

Looking at this scene.

After a moment of silence.

Ling Wuyuan slowly drew out the long sword from his waist, then threw away the long scabbard that was a bit in the way, and walked towards the other party step by step.

For a while.

The only sound around was Ling Wuyuan's footsteps.

Even the chirping of birds and insects gradually stopped.

Under the bright moonlight, the cold sword light was flickering, and it was getting closer and closer to Che Xianwei...

When the distance between the two sides was about one meter and less than two meters.

Without any hesitation, Ling Wuyuan swung the sword in his hand with all his strength.

Swing with all your strength from top to bottom!
And the innate ability has also reached five times the acceleration.

At this moment, the sword shadow was like lightning!
Once hit, Che Xianwei would undoubtedly be split in two!
It was also at this moment that Che Xianwei, who had already collapsed like a corpse, reacted quickly, turned over and stood up straight.

He swung the long sword in his hand with the same lightning speed!

From bottom to top, he faced the long sword in Ling Wuyuan's hand.

The speed was so fast that it even outstripped the sword in Wu Yuan's hand!
Faintly, Ling Wuyuan also saw a layer of faint airflow above the opponent's blade, making the blade of the long sword look even sharper and more unstoppable!
next moment.

It's like a hot knife cutting butter.

The long sword in Che Xianwei's hand, which was wrapped in an inexplicable airflow, easily cut open the fine long sword in Ling Wuyuan's hand that was powerful enough to cut gold and jade.

However, at this moment, there was no joy on Che Xianwei's face or in his heart.

Because at a certain moment before this moment, Ling Wuyuan had actually loosened the long sword in his hand in advance, and twisted his body to change his position at a speed that even Che Xianwei could hardly see clearly, leaning down to the front and below Che Xianwei, and using the remaining force from twisting his body, he pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed it fiercely into Che Xianwei's belly button, and finally, as his body rose rapidly, he continued to move the sharp dagger upwards...

Ten times faster.

This moment.

The moment when the long knife in his hand cut off Ling Wuyuan's long sword.

Che Xianwei clearly felt his stomach and chest being forcibly cut open...

next moment.

Ling Wuyuan's sword, broken into two pieces, fell to the ground.

The long knife in Che Xianwei's hand also fell to the ground.

Ling Wuyuan retreated two meters away.

"...I didn't lie to you at all..."

After opening his mouth.

Che Xianwei, who was blind in one eye, said this with some difficulty.

After nodding slowly, Ling Wuyuan answered calmly:

"Yes, not at all."

"After all, why would the corpse still be holding the long knife tightly?"

"In other words, as long as you still hold the weapon, I will treat you as if you are not dead."

Hearing this, Che Xianwei could only accept his fate:
"Is this so..."

Although he also thought about whether he should let go of the weapon when pretending to be dead.

However, it would be too easy to pretend to be dead, so he didn't dare to do that.

One can only hope that, under the moonlight, Ling Wuyuan did not observe so carefully.

however.

Judging from the results, he was obviously overthinking it.

At last.

He forced himself to take his last breath and asked:

"Since you knew I was pretending to be dead, why did you choose to come over here?"

"Wouldn't it be better to keep dragging it out?"

"Anyway, you and I both know that if I delay any longer, I will really be dragged to death."

Face this problem.

"The reason..."

After thinking about it, Ling Wuyuan told the truth:

"Maybe it's because you pretend to be so attentive."

"Besides, I want to test how much power the dying stronger one still has, and I also want to experience the feeling of being able to decide life and death in an instant..."

"Of course, there is another point. When hunting precious prey that is much stronger than yourself, it is more satisfying to get close and then deliver the final blow..."

After listening.

Che Xianwei's expression was stunned.

then.

He chuckled as if he had come to his senses.

He couldn't help but sigh:
"Is this so..."

"Really... the young are to be feared..."

"It was so hard to break through to this realm between life and death..."

Finished speaking.

He uttered the last word with emotion and reluctance.

The injuries on his body could no longer be treated.

Amid the sound of blood flowing.

He finally died with a wound about 50 centimeters long cut from bottom to top on his abdomen.