Three Great Hidden Vessels

Quick! Quick! Quick!

Ning Xiaochuan circulated his blood to its peak as he made his desperate escape by zipping through the jungle. The blood from his back had completely soaked his shirt through and was now dripping to the ground.

Xiao Li gave chase quickly, and soon the distance between him and Ning Xiaochuan began decreasing. A hundred feet, ninety feet, eighty feet…

If he were to send Sword Qi flying towards Ning Xiaochuan now, it would definitely be able to strike the protective Mystical Fortification that Ning Xiaochuan was encased in.

Once Xiao Li managed to reduce the distance to thirty feet, his Sword Qi would definitely be able to break through Ning Xiaochuan's protective Mystical Fortification.

"Hua la la!"

Ning Xiaochuan could hear the sounds of a river. It came from a large, roaring river that flowed past the hillside up ahead. The sight of this river gave Ning Xiaochuan hope, pulling him from his despair.