Sword of the pirate king

"Huhuhu..."

The sound of violent panting came non-stop, accompanied by the noise of dead branches being trampled and trees being savagely knocked aside, and the howling of eagles could be faintly heard behind.

"Young master, run away, I will stay here to hold them back!"

One of them staggered and fell to the ground, turned over with difficulty, and said wheezingly.

The man known as the young master was dressed in a jungle camouflage outfit, and even his face was covered with black and green paint, but at this moment, he reached out to help the fallen man without even thinking about it.

"Young master! I'm too injured, I may not be able to hold on, let me hold them here for a while, and buy you some time."

"Come on!"

The eldest and young master were entangled with deep grief, and finally turned his face away, leading the rest of the people into the depths of the dense forest.

Walking all the way, there was a lot of commotion, the forest birds were startled, and the beasts were parading. The eldest young master led a few loyal subordinates while struggling forward, while carefully avoiding the beasts, and also had to pay attention to the pursuers behind him, exhausted for a while .

Another subordinate fell down, spitting blood at the mouth, but when he passed a tree with faint blood veins, his skin was scratched by a branch, and he lost consciousness after only two steps forward. , the seven orifices are already bleeding, and there is no breath.

"There were twenty people when they came out, but now there are only eight left..."

The young master suppressed the tears of grief, "Don't worry, with this key information, sooner or later those pig tails will pay the price in blood!"

"Let's go, we can't let the brothers' blood flow in vain!"

"Cough cough..."

He tore off the thorns and vines blocking the way, but suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body swayed, and finally held on with his will, without falling down.

"Master, are you alright!?"

The subordinates stepped forward one after another and said eagerly.

"I'm fine, it's because I was injured too badly before."

The young master waved his hand to tell them not to worry too much. He took out a fragrant pill from his pocket, his face turned rosy, but he could still see a little weakness.

"Continue to go!"

The sound of the enemy chasing behind him was getting closer and closer. The eldest young master didn't dare to delay any longer, and led the crowd to move on. After running a certain distance, he stopped and turned around, "Even if you walk, you have to stop!" Better off!"

With force under his feet, the strong wind swept across his legs like a long whip, skipping a phantom, the blue vacuum slash flew out of the air, and struck on the horrible tree whose throat was sealed with poison. It's not as commensurate with the momentum, but it just barely cut off a small half of the tree trunk.

The eldest young master sweated slightly on his forehead, and the pallor on his face deepened a bit. He quickened his pace and fled away like a scourge.

The reason why he couldn't cut down the poisonous tree was not only because he was seriously injured and couldn't use much strength, but also because...

Only in this way can the self-protection reaction of the poisonous tree be aroused. The light blue mist on the neat port rises and spreads at a speed that is almost visible to the naked eye. It is only two or three meters away from the trunk and melts into the air, making it difficult to distinguish.

Only he, who is familiar with the types of jungle trees on the island, knows that this does not mean that the fog only takes effect within a range of two or three meters. In fact, it only takes 5 minutes. Within a radius of nearly 20 meters, as long as it can breathe, it will inevitably sever life.

In this way, the pursuers behind would definitely suffer heavy losses if caught off guard, but he did not put too much hope in this trap, because the opponent's understanding of the jungle may not be inferior to his, let alone this kind of people on the island. As long as you avoid the famous poisonous smoke tree, you won't waste too much time.

Sure enough, three or four minutes after he left, a group of pursuers dressed in strange costumes and with a thick braid on the back of their heads plunged into the poisonous smoke range of the poisonous smoke wood. He rushed two steps, swayed twice while spitting foam, and collapsed to the ground, his chest stopped heaving after a while.

The people behind stopped in a hurry, but two of them still inhaled the poisonous smoke, their faces turned blue, they strangled their throats, they also foamed at the mouth, and fell to the ground to die.

"Damn it, it's the poisonous smoke tree, go around it! Since they set a trap here, it means that we are not wrong!"

A leader in the middle of the chasing team gritted his teeth and said harshly.

"We must catch them, life or death!"

At the edge of the jungle, the eldest and young master finally came here with difficulty wearing the remnants of only seven people. He could faintly see the sparse grass in front of him, which was no longer the unchanging lush forest.

Breaking through the thorns and vines that finally blocked the way, the gust of wind whizzed past, and a magnificent eagle hovered above his head. His sharp eyes locked on the eight people rushing out of the dense forest.

"Hmph, if it wasn't injured at this moment, it would have been killed a long time ago!"

The young master raised his eyes and couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"This group of pigtails are excellent at falconry. This flat-haired beast has caused us so much suffering. Without it, we would have been out of pursuit!"

One of his subordinates also said fiercely, this eagle is the pet of the pursuers, it is at a high altitude, it locks on their tracks firmly, informs the eagle trainer of the news through crowing, and follows them all the way lingeringly, Let them live without a single minute.

"Okay, it's useless for this beast to fly and scream when we get here. The people behind want to catch us, ahem, it's already impossible."

The young master panted slightly, and after saying a few words, he couldn't help coughing twice, his mouth was sweet, and he knew that he had coughed up blood just now, and the internal injury was about to be uncontrollable.

In front of their feet, there is a cliff. If a stone falls, it will take dozens of seconds to fly before it lands. It is the surface of the water, no less than falling on a hard rock, it is sure to smash people to pieces.

Only in this way can the pursuers behind him be blocked.

But they were going to rely on the zipline that already existed on the island to get out of trouble.

On a huge rock protruding from the cliff, there stood a thick wooden stake, which was deeply nailed into the rock. A small hillside.

It is the dense ziplines on the island that have made it easier for many island residents to travel between the mountains over the past century.

"You guys go first, I'll be the last one!"

"Master, how can this be done!?"

"Yes, young master, if something happens to you, everything will be over!"

The young master was firm, pushing them one by one to take out the zipline hooks they carried with them, and fly down the cliff on the zipline.

When all seven people left the cliff, the young master turned his head and saw those chasing soldiers rushing out of the dense forest. Seeing that he was the only one left on the cliff, he shouted and accelerated his speed, waving his weapons Come forward.