Volume 1: Life is Like First Love Chapter 151: Counterattack

  A loud rumbling sound echoed, and the shattered stones burst open, but the black snake also shook violently, revealing cracks. At the moment it cracked, Su Ming retreated again, his eyes icy cold, and he spat out a single word.

  "Fog!"

  The newly acquired dark artifact Black Snake suddenly released a large amount of black air, which instantly spread around and caused the nearby dark fog to swirl.

  Han Fei's expression changed in an instant, and as the dark energy spread, she immediately raised her right hand and pointed in the direction of Yan Guang. In that moment of shock within the dark energy, a white cloud-like mist appeared outside Yan Guang's body, forming a tight defense.

  After helping Yan Guang to defend, as for Han Fei herself, her body flashed with a golden light, which was the same mysterious technique she had used in front of Su Ming to withstand his continuous sneak attacks without suffering much damage.

  Almost at the same time as Han Fei's action, in the dark fog, Su Ming's eyes flashed, and a green sword mark whizzed out from his brow, rushing towards the small blue sword. The target was not Yan Guang, nor Han Feizi, but the blood-colored figure in front of him.

  This blood shadow is exactly Su Ming's goal. If he doesn't destroy it, he will think that even if he escapes, there will be a possibility of being pursued again. In this case, he might as well destroy it!

  The green sword whistled, forming a powerful pressure that rushed straight to Han Fei's front, bringing with it a bloody shadow. The power of this sword was enough to shake the dust off, and Han Fei was suddenly frightened. She couldn't see the green sword, but she could feel an astonishing aura in the mist ahead, which gave her a sense of mortal danger.

  Her complexion changed again, and Han Fei Zi suddenly retreated, her whole body shrouded in mist. A golden light pierced through the gap, and a palm-sized ancient mirror appeared in her hand. The mirror sparkled with a loud rumbling sound, and six surfaces materialized around her body, front, back, left, right, up, and down, encasing Han Fei Zi within.

  Just as Han Feizi retreated, the small blue sword under Su Ming's control approached the blood-colored figure and slashed down on its head. The blood shadow let out a mournful cry as if it had come to life, split in two, and disintegrated with a loud crash.

  Su Ming's eyes revealed a murderous intent, just as he was about to control the small blue sword to rush towards Han Fei Zi, suddenly his heart skipped a beat and his expression sank.

  But then, in the blood shadow that had been cut in half and collapsed, a red gas spread out, forming a complex red pattern about ten zhang in size in mid-air. The moment it appeared, a strong red light flashed, containing a powerful pressure that shook Su Ming. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding black fog quickly dissipated and disappeared without a trace.

  At the same time, this red pattern suddenly turned into a woman's face. The woman was extremely beautiful, with her eyes closed and her eyelashes trembling as she opened them.

  In the instant her eyes opened, the small blue sword began to tremble, as if it couldn't get close. A faint light emerged from the woman's eyes, and a soft laugh echoed through the sky, filled with an unusual power that made people who heard it feel their minds wander, like countless ripples, making their hearts flutter with excitement.

  Among the echoes of laughter, the woman's face opened her mouth and blew a breath towards the cyan glow small sword in front of her. This breath was like a fragrant wind that went away, and at the moment it touched the small sword, the sword emitted a sharp sword hum, the sword body shook, and turned around to rush straight into Su Ming's body.

  Su Ming's face immediately flushed, and when the fragrance hit his face, his eyes became dazed. He vaguely saw a slender young woman, whose beauty made Su Ming feel like his heart was racing with excitement. This feeling gave him the illusion that he would give up his life for her with just one word from her.

  The young woman was gazing at herself with a flirtatious expression, as if beckoning herself to come closer.

  Su Ming's face was pale and his eyes were dull, but at this moment, the mysterious black fragment hanging from his chest emitted a chill that surged into his body, causing Su Ming to pause for a moment, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

  In the moment he came to, Su Ming spat out a big mouthful of blood, his eyes dull and lifeless, revealing a shocked expression as he retreated without hesitation.

  It's a long story, but it all happened in an instant.

  "Huh!" The gigantic face of the middle-aged woman in mid-air showed a look of interest, watching Su Ming's rapidly disappearing figure, and suddenly smiled.

  "Fei Er, Yan Guang, this person I want to save, go, he's heavily injured, can't withstand the big waves, bring him... to me." The huge face slowly dispersed with gentle words.

  Yan Guang, who was standing beside her, hastily nodded in agreement. Han Fei Zi didn't say a word and instead gazed in the direction where Su Ming had escaped, her brow furrowed all along. She always felt that there was something familiar about Su Ming, but after their brief exchange just now, she couldn't find any clues.

  Su Ming clutched his chest, where the pain was now the most intense throughout his body. It felt as if his heart had shattered into pieces, causing fresh blood to constantly seep out of the corners of his mouth. The small sword mark on his forehead also dimmed, with a faint red glow appearing above it.

  "She is Yan Luan!" Su Ming was not the first time he saw this woman's huge face, in those years in Handan City, when Feng Chui Handan chain, he had seen this girl.

  "She's not an ordinary cultivator! The brutal technique she just used is enough to kill someone without leaving a trace!" Su Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, and as he stumbled backwards, his right hand reached into his chest and took out the Nan Leixian, putting it in his mouth again before speeding away.

  Behind him, Han Fei Zi and Yan Guang accelerated to full speed, pursuing relentlessly.

  "Master, Yan Luan has probably reached the middle stage of Kai Chen... She is also one of the rare ones in almost every tribe who can surpass the tribal leader, Mo Gong."

  Yan Chi department, is also obviously different from other departments, not with Man Gong as the most respected, but with the clan leader as the most respected! She actually came here too......" The gentle voice was filled with fear.

  Upon hearing He Feng's words, Su Ming's expression grew increasingly gloomy. Gritting his teeth and ignoring his injuries, he continued to sprint at full force. Along the way, he swallowed a large quantity of Nan Li San, which allowed him to maintain his speed. However, due to this intense sprinting, his injuries were unable to recover quickly with a calm mind.

  Han Feizi and Yan Guang, who were behind him, were getting more and more frightened as they chased after him. They had thought that Su Ming, with his severe injuries, would not be able to escape far or for long, but now two hours had passed and the figure in front of them was still speeding along.

  Su Ming's face was pale under the mask, and after several hours of fleeing, although he had some time to heal during his brief escape from Nan, if he hadn't spent some time meditating and calming down, his injuries would have been hard to recover from. Especially the severe pain in his chest, which didn't alleviate much, at this moment, as he fled rapidly, the intense pain surged up again, as if it was about to shatter completely.

  "Yan Chi Department!" Su Ming firmly remembered the name of this department, but he couldn't stay now. He was worried that Yan Luan would appear at any time, and once the other party appeared again, he would be hard to escape.

  "Master, I think this Yan Luan will not appear again!" He Feng's cautious voice, with an undisguised tension, echoed in Su Ming's mind. He didn't want Su Ming to die, for if Su Ming died, he would also find it hard to survive.

  "Keep going!" Su Ming knew that he was somewhat inferior to He Feng in terms of experience and mind, but at this moment, hearing He Feng's words, he vaguely thought of a certain key point.

  "Yan Lian Xiu is incredibly formidable, if she were to appear at any moment, none of the other two tribes' guests who entered this place would survive, not even needing scouts... The reason she arranged for Han Fei Zi and Yan Guang to hunt down our master, the reason we encountered the two men in red robes after exiting the tunnel, this indicates..."

  "This shows that Yan Luan is either under great restriction in this place, or because of some matter, must be there at all times and cannot go out, can only use the method just now to make a false move." Su Ming said immediately.

  "The master is wise! And Yan Luan's illusory move, it seems, was not made casually. Otherwise, if he had appeared here at this moment, the master would not have been able to escape for so long." He Feng first flattered him, then expressed his own thoughts.

  Su Ming's eyes flickered, he knew he couldn't hold on for much longer. Although the Southern Departure still had a lot of power left, if he continued to drag it out, his body would be unable to withstand the intense pain in his chest.

  "Hey, I know you still have some hidden tricks up your sleeve. If I die now, you'll also be in a tough spot. Don't hold back anymore! Can you entangle Han Fei and the other two for a moment?" Su Ming took a deep breath and sent out his thoughts.

  The gentle breeze fell silent for a moment, as if it had made up its mind.

  "Master, in my current state, I can only hold on for half an incense stick's worth of time with those two..."

  "Good!" Su Ming's footsteps came to a halt, his body stopped immediately and he sat down cross-legged on the ground, took out several grains of Nan Li San and put them in his mouth, closed his eyes, and immediately circulated the Qi and blood in his body.

  Time slowly passed, and soon, a white cloud whizzed by behind Su Ming, rushing straight towards him. In the instant when the white cloud was about to approach within a hundred feet of Su Ming, a faint light flashed on his body, and he transformed into a small person made of wind, taking one step forward.

  His face was blurry, he didn't want Han Fei to recognize him, which would lead to Su Ming's displeasure and suspicion. After appearing, He Feng suddenly raised his right hand and punched towards the white clouds approaching from the sky.

  Wave after wave of ripples reverberated, between Su Ming who was sitting cross-legged and the incoming white clouds. These ripples spread out rapidly and burst forth with a loud crash, as his entire body shone with a faint light that radiated outward.

  That faint light enveloped Su Ming's body, forming a circle of about fifty feet in diameter. With the gentle breeze, he floated in mid-air, his eyes closed, and his entire body merged with the faint light, disappearing without a trace. By doing so, he blocked Han Fei Zi and Yan Guang, buying more time for Su Ming.

  A loud roar erupted, and Yan Guangzheng's face was filled with killing intent. With the blue long gun in his hand, he continuously bombarded this eerie glow, causing it to flicker and seem as if it could break open at any moment.

  Han Feizi's eyes locked onto Su Ming inside the dim light, and a strange glint appeared in his eyes. He reached out with his hand, and wisps of white cloud wrapped around the edges of the dim light screen, exerting pressure that made the area covered by the dim light continuously shrink.