Legend of Sword King

Cheng Qing didn't stop any longer, directly retreating behind the rock and openly running away. The two cultivators watched as Cheng Qing departed. Surprisingly, they didn't dare to immediately rise and chase after him. To them, this vast expanse of land in front of them was a hopeless situation. The moment they appeared, Cheng Qing could return and fire at them at any moment.    

    

It was only when Cheng Qing had gone far away and they had estimated the range of his arrows that they dared to keep up. However, there was a forest ahead. The two of them stopped halfway and didn't dare to move forward. If Cheng Qing was hiding in the forest, then when they got close, they would still be exposed to Qian Jun's attack range.    

    

The two of them looked at each other, unsure of what to do.    

    

"What should we do? "Chase after him?" the tall one asked.    

    

"If you chase them, you'll die!" The ordinary looking cultivator gritted his teeth as he spoke.    

    

"If you don't chase after him, you'll be scolded by the young master." The tall man's face was bitter.    

    

After hesitating for a while, the two decided to return. After all, it was better to be scolded than to die.    

    

After Cheng Qing entered the forest, he didn't stop at all. He flew down the forest toward the edge of the wide area. Finally, after passing through the wide open area and arriving at the place where he had shot the tree trunk, the cultivator jumped onto the top of a large tree and crouched down.    

    

He waited for a while, and sure enough, he saw that the two cultivators had already returned. Seeing their flustered and exasperated expressions, they didn't expect that Cheng Qing would have already taken a detour in front of them and set up an ambush on their only path to return.    

    

Cheng Qing did not hurry. It was only when the other person was standing in front of the forest that Qian Jun let out a muffled sound. The blue light flashed and the tall cultivator flew out, landing heavily on the hillside. Blood gushed out of his throat.    

    

The cultivators with ordinary bodies immediately turned pale with fright. They turned around and dodged to the side, wanting to rush into the forest. Suddenly, a shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and he saw Cheng Qing's face. It was an unexpectedly young but absolutely quiet face.    

    

Seeing this face, the cultivator cried out in alarm. He was about to thrust his sword at Cheng Qing.    

    

But as soon as the thought popped into his mind, he could not move because the pain in his heart was unbearable. Lowering his head in astonishment, he immediately discovered to his horror that his chest had already been pierced by a spirit sword. The power in his body disappeared like the ebbing tide of the sea in an instant.    

    

The cultivator widened his eyes in despair, staring at Cheng Qing as he slowly fell to the ground. He instinctively extended a hand to support Cheng Qing, but the other party had already turned and left.    

    

The moment he died, he finally realized that the reason Cheng Qing was able to quickly appear before him was because Chen Qing had a teleportation technique — but this Instantaneous Movement Technique was a very rare and high quality technique, and even this cultivator had only heard of it before.    

    

After taking care of the four cultivators, Cheng Qing did not return to his original position. He took out a spiritual energy recovery pill and stuffed it into his mouth. When he entered the new location and prepared to attack again, his spiritual energy had already recovered by one-fourth.    

    

The most effective type of pill was naturally produced by the Medicine Valley, but within a day, he could only eat one.    

    

However, for Cheng Qing, a quarter of the spiritual energy was enough for him to shoot two arrows.    

    

Within the valley, Yang Ruoxi had already been tied up. It seemed that this domineering female hero was still unable to survive the siege in the end, and had a new wound on her body.    

    

Qin Tianyu was pacing back and forth with a gloomy face, appearing to be extremely anxious. He occasionally glanced in the direction that Cheng Qing and the others had left, "Yang Lin and the others have been gone for so long. Why have they not returned yet?"    

    

Three of his men had just died, and there were still four more who had yet to return. At this time, even if Qin Tianyu was drooling over Yang Ruoxi, he had to consider the mood of his men. No matter what, he had to wait for Cheng Qing's pursuers to return before he could make a move.    

    

Instead of waiting for his men to return, he waited for a crossbow.