Sword Mountain Tournament 3 First
"Such a large store is very likely to have people hiding there, so look carefully!"
"I won't let any corner go untouched. This time I'm going to give them a slap in the face!"
Leng Can leaned against the door, his heart pounding so fast that it almost jumped out.
Through a small gap, I saw several men wearing Jianshan clothes surrounding the inn, searching for people hiding. The man leading the group was the one who had quarreled with Cong Mo yesterday.
If I had known yesterday, I wouldn't have been vying for the top spot!
"It's over. I'm really going to die here." The spirit stone on the table vibrated louder and louder, and Leng Can's palms were sweating.
Even if Mu Xue was summoned, there was no chance of winning in the current situation of one against several. Besides, it had just begun. Even if he won, he would be seriously injured. The fewer people behind him, the more difficult it would be. Mu Xue could not be sent out so early. In case he could survive to the end, with the help of one more sword spirit, Cong Mo would at least be able to win the game.
Cong Mo must stay in Wuqing Mountain. This is his only thought at the moment.
Leng Can swallowed his saliva, grabbed the spirit stone and stuffed it into his arms, then turned his attention to the window. He leaned over the sill and looked down. It was as high as a three-story building, and he felt uneasy in his heart.
He had never flown with a sword at such a high altitude before. If he fell from this height, he would be half-dead if not dead. Xiao Mo was still waiting for him. He couldn't die here so soon. What should he do?
"Brother, you caught this kid from the magic sect, get out of here!"
"Let me go, let me go, there's someone next door, go catch him...ahhh..."
The sound of a sword being drawn out of its scabbard was heard, and the voice was cut off instantly. "Let's go and take a look over there."
The sound wasn't far away, so we should be able to find him soon.
Leng Can was extremely anxious. He had never thought that there was someone hiding here, and he had never thought that person would inform on the secret. They were both wanderers in the world, useless seedlings in the immortal sect, so why should they kill each other?
He looked down, trying his best to control his fear. He would die sooner or later if he stayed here anyway. Maybe he could get a chance to live by flying down on his sword. Leng Can took a deep breath, and a sword shadow appeared in his palm and stepped on it. He channeled his spiritual power into the sword, but because of his nervousness, the sword was extremely disobedient at this moment. It could only tremble but could not fly up.
"This is the only room left. Push it open."
There was a banging sound, mixed with anger, "I can't push it open, there's something blocking it from inside."
"Get out of the way and let me break the door down."
calm,
calm,
Don't be disturbed,
Leng Can warned himself, then closed his eyes, raised his fingers, put his index and middle fingers together, and tapped his brows like Cong Mo, attracting his spiritual power, "Please, please, fly, fly!"
Leng Can's spiritual power was weak, and wisps of immortal energy floated out from between his eyebrows. As he moved, they fell down to the sword, from the top to the tail of the sword. For a moment, Leng Can felt that only a shell was left of his body, and his whole body was light and floating.
The next moment, the sword flew according to his will.
"Bang"
The door and the table were split open by lightning. Several men rushed in, but found the house empty and no one in sight. Even the only possible window for escape was tightly closed.
"You actually lied to us!"
"No." The leading man looked at the mess on the ground. "If no one was there, why would they use the wooden table to block the door? They must have escaped."
He walked forward and opened the window, only to see colorful flower petals not far away, paving a path. He must have escaped in that direction.
"Come on, follow the petals!"
So no one noticed that Leng Can was leaning against the wall under the window, not daring to make a sound.
Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead to his chin and dripped into his clothes. His back was soaked with cold sweat. He was anxious for a moment, and his spiritual power was weak. Now he had consumed too much, and he felt his legs were weak and his body was weak.
"Huh..." After standing for a while and about to fall to the ground, Leng Can melted the sword back into his body, looked up at the window, turned around and ran towards the backyard of the inn.
As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place. He can't go anywhere now. They have just searched the backyard and set a trap for him. He will not waste time here anymore. He is too weak now and it is difficult for him to run, let alone find another safe place. He may have a chance to survive if he hides here.
Sure enough, the spirit stone in his arms gradually calmed down. He leaned into the grass and his heart calmed down.
"Cong Mo, you have to win." Leng Can looked at the sky that was about to turn into night, "I've tried so hard, you can't let me down."
The people who were chasing the petals found the spirit stone that had fallen on the ground. It was getting dark, and the leading man told them to find a place to rest for the night.
"The nights are often filled with monsters and are very difficult. If he hides outside, he won't survive long."
The illusion at night is more terrifying than that during the day. Monsters that are afraid of sunlight will frequently go out to look for hunting targets. The monsters that appear in the illusion are not difficult to deal with, but there are too many of them, which is very energy-consuming. Even if they can get spirit stones, no one is willing to take the risk. Most players will choose to find a place to hide quietly for a night, then they will relax their vigilance, which also becomes the best time for some players to launch a sneak attack.
Cong Mo forced the man into a corner and slashed his throat with a sword. In the second illusion, she came to the imperial palace. It was mostly palaces and the situation was complicated, which was more conducive to hiding, but also convenient for sneak attacks. When she came, there were only 22 people left here. In addition to the man she had just killed, there were only 21 people left. If she killed one more person, she could go to the next illusion.
The man turned into fairy smoke and dropped an ice spirit stone.
"Explanation: Ice Ball Stone can be integrated into the body. By opening your palm and focusing your attention, you can launch an ice ball to attack. It counters fire."
"Attack attribute: 75 points."
"Convenience attribute: 100 points."
Cong Mo thought that this spirit stone was very suitable for Leng Can.
After fighting for a whole day, she was honestly exhausted. In order to conserve her strength, she hardly used her spiritual power that day. But as soon as it got dark, the uncontrollable sleepiness was about to swallow her up. Cong Mo shook her head vigorously, picked up the spirit stone tracker and continued searching. She needed something to excite her.
Leng Can is not here, she needs to kill one more person to go to the next place.
The wind was cold at night and Leng Can was shivering with cold. After resting for a while, his body felt much better and he could feel the lost spiritual power returning to his body bit by bit.
"It's too cold..."
He was not killed, but he might freeze to death here, Leng Can thought. He could not go back to the inn yet. Everyone needed to find a place to rest at night. The inn was undoubtedly a good place. There must be many people eyeing it. The group of people who chased him just now were more likely to occupy this place. He needed to find another place to hide.
Taking advantage of the darkness, Leng Can crouched down and crawled out of the bushes. In the town, the chance of encountering monsters is smaller than in other places. As long as he is careful and hides, he will not encounter anything.
The road was pitch black, Leng Can couldn't find his way, and he sneezed because of the cold. He could only walk along the wall, confused and not knowing where he was.
After walking for a long time, he still couldn't find a place to go in. Darkness enveloped him, as if he was the only one left in the huge world, lonely and cold. Leng Can sniffed and suddenly wanted to eat the braised pork made by his mother. It was glutinous, soft and sweet. He stuffed a big piece into his mouth and it was chewy. Paired with white rice, it was simply a heavenly happiness.
He shouldn't have followed Cong Mo out to suffer this. It was all Cong Mo's fault for being better than him in every way and always competing with him. Couldn't he just give in?
"Stinky Congmo, bad Congmo, it's all your fault." Leng Can felt wronged, his nose tingling with anger. "If you hadn't cultivated this rubbish, heartless way, I wouldn't even have the chance to eat a bowl of braised pork. I'd have to suffer in this cold and dark place. It's all your fault..."
After walking a few more steps forward, Leng Can's hands and feet were a little stiff from the cold. Shivering, he raised his head and saw a glimmer of light not far away.
Humans are phototactic animals. At this moment, it is undoubtedly a great comfort to him to find that there are other people in this place.
Leng Can didn't even bother to think about whether this was a trap. He subconsciously ran in that direction, but the closer he got, the more he realized something was wrong.
The thing holding the lantern turned around, revealing an ugly face. Leng Can was extremely terrified. It was a fish-shaped monster with a lantern on its head. The fish-shaped monster had obviously discovered him.
Leng Canxin was about to die, so he turned around and ran away.
It would be better if I met a human being. At least I could have a few words with him and give him a good rest.
But the fish monster was agile and caught up with him in just a few steps by swinging its tail.
Leng Can was thrown by the fish monster's tail onto a stall nearby, fell to the ground, and knocked over a bunch of things.
Seeing the fish monster's eyes longing for food, his nerves immediately tensed up. He got up from the ground and raised his sword to attack.
He found courage for no reason, killed the monster, cut off the lantern on his head, and got a spirit stone, so that he would have a better time tonight.
At that moment, a ethereal voice sounded, and the monster was frozen in place, unable to move.
"Twenty people remain in the palace. The illusion dissolves. These twenty people are summoned to the remaining three illusions. The spirit stones they hold can still be used."
As the situation was reported, Leng Can took a deep breath, seized the opportunity to rush forward, and slashed with a sword.
"Ah... dead monster!"
The monster was split in half and turned into a ball of black gas. Leng Can's body went limp. He chopped off the lantern on its head and held it in his hand.
"Congratulations to contestant Leng Can for killing the monster and obtaining a spirit stone."
"Explanation: 'Flower Wind', put your hands together and chant the spell 'Flowers fly, granting you a thousand beauties.' This will launch a disorienting attack, stopping the opponent for ten seconds. Remember, you can only use it three times."
"Confusion attribute: 98 points."
"Attack attribute: 0 points."
"Aesthetics: 100 points."
Leng Can: “…”
If this kind of spirit stone were given to Cong Mo, it would be very useful. Ten seconds would be enough for her to swing her sword countless times and kill many people. But for someone like him who even had difficulty mobilizing spiritual energy, it could be said that it was of no help at all.
He sighed, holding up the lantern and continuing to find his way along the edge of the house. "Forget it, it can't be said to be useless. It can be considered another kind of cheat."
The spirit stone in his arms suddenly began to vibrate, as if it was frightened by a powerful spiritual power.
Leng Can remembered what had just been reported, stomped on the lantern to extinguish it, and hid under a stall. The spirit stones that he had just said were useless now came in handy.
As footsteps approached, he raised the spirit stone and shouted, "Flowers fly everywhere, giving you thousands of beauties."
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