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It rained, and it fell.

The clouds seemed to have been torn open by someone, and in the blink of an eye, it was pouring rain.

Luo Xiangwu looked up at the young man standing on a high place, and the uneasiness that had just been relieved in his heart surged up again.

The boy did not want to give him any time to react, his toes touched the ground, and his body jumped off the mound like a wild goose. Luo Xiangwu couldn't figure out his reality and reality, so he had to wait for him.

"Formation!" he roared.

The Cangyu guards beside him responded to the call, and soon put down the shovel in their hands, and a Shenji crossbow was taken out of their waists, and the fierce feather arrows were wound, and there was no need for Luo Xiangwu's command, and the sharp arrows with fiery red wings cut through the dense rain curtain and went straight to the young man who jumped down from the mound.

Boom! Boom!

A series of rapid muffled thuds exploded above their heads, and the rain particles were torn apart and burned with great force, turning into layers of mist, and rising towards the sky before they could hit the ground. The dense mist blocked Luo Xiangwu's vision, and he couldn't see clearly where the young man who should have arrived like a tiger and wolf after the fog was at this moment.

There was a dead silence in the pit, and everyone stared at the rising mist.

It took some time for the fog to dissipate, and although it wasn't too long, it made Luo Xiangwu feel tormented.

But the rain became heavier and heavier, but in a few breaths, a layer of water piled up under their feet that covered their ankles.

The fog gradually cleared, and the scene behind the fog became clear.

But there was nothing Luo Xiangwu was looking for, only a few fierce arrows were stuck in the mound, and the surrounding soil was scattered like an explosion, and it was obvious that the roaring feather arrows did not hurt Wei Lai.

But where did Wei Lai go? This question surged into Luo Xiangwu's heart, and he was also puzzled by the soldiers of Cangyu Guard around him.

They watched nervously and cautiously in the dissipating mist, trying to find Wei Lai's hiding place, after all, a big living person should not disappear in this short moment.

They looked carefully, and Luo Xiangwu even stepped forward to find out.

Bang!

But at that moment, a muffled sound rose behind them. The people looked alarmed, but they saw the body of a soldier suddenly plunged into the water.

"Wang Da!" The soldiers who knew the man around him suddenly let out an exclamation, and squatted down to help the man up, but the limbs of the body hung down weakly, as if they had lost their vitality. The soldier holding Wang Da's corpse straightened his body, and saw a small but long blood mark on the neck of the corpse, which was obviously the "culprit" who took Wang Da's life.

"Boss, this ......" Liang Guan's face turned a little pale, these things happened so weirdly that they didn't even find out where the enemy was, and the other party silently took the life of a companion.

Luo Xiangwu's face was also not good-looking, he opened his mouth and was about to say something, but before he could say anything, a muffled snort sounded behind them, and everyone hurriedly turned around, only to see another companion and Wang Da fall to the ground in the same way.

Everyone's hearts were cold, and they all drew the swords at their waists, and looked around nervously.

Luo Xiangwu didn't have the heart to check the injuries of the other deceased, he also pulled out the long knife on his waist, and shouted: "Don't panic, it's just a trick like a trick, I have checked that guy, only the Wuyang Realm is a heavy cultivator, he can't use this method a few times!"

These soldiers have followed Luo Xiangwu for many years, so they are naturally very convinced of him, and the panic in the hearts of the soldiers who heard him say this eased slightly. Seeing this, Luo Xiangwu secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but on the surface, he still said with an unmoving expression: "Form a ring formation." ”

Cang Yuwei is a well-trained army after all, if it were for some people in the rivers and lakes to encounter such a strange situation, I am afraid that they would have scattered and fled long ago, and these soldiers were forbidden after hearing Luo Xiangwu's order, but after a few breaths, they formed a circle, holding their respective swords, and stared nervously at the front. Sixteen people watched each other, Luo Xiangwu thought that unless that Wei Lai was really a mountain spirit ghost. Otherwise, he has great ability, and there will be no chance of sneak attack.

The rain was still falling, and the water in the pit was gradually covering the knees. Everyone looked around nervously, and did not have time to pay attention to the discomfort of being soaked in muddy water.

Perhaps Wei Lai, who was in the shadows, also realized that there was no longer a chance to make a move, and after a full breath, he did not attack again.

But it is not a good law to continue like this.

Luo Xiangwu, who was extremely calm on the surface, was secretly anxious, he couldn't find any trace of Wei Lai at all, and this group of soldiers under him, although they were well-trained, but after a long period of mental tension, they would inevitably slack off, if Wei Lai made another move at that time, the development of the situation would probably be beyond his control.

To this end, he looked not far away, where there was a relatively gentle slope that led to the ground.

"Stay in formation and move forward. Luo Xiangwu's mind was decisive, and there was no hesitation in such thoughts, and he spoke loudly at the moment.

In his heart, how did those two armorers die, Luo Xiangwu also had no clue in his heart, and he was also a little hairy. Since Wei Lai didn't dare to make another move, he could also accept the result of leading everyone to flee from here and then make plans. After all, the inheritance of the temple is tempting, but you have to have a life to get it.

The soldiers kept their formation and moved slowly towards the ground, they walked slowly and carefully, and even in the process of retreating, everyone still kept their eyes on the direction they were responsible for.

"Isn't Lord Luo looking for the temple? Why are you leaving?" But just as they had just taken a few steps, a voice suddenly sounded. The voice was low and cold, like the murmur of ghosts in the silent mountains and forests, coming from all directions.

The sound of that voice disrupted everyone's formation, this is indeed a very strange thing, it was clearly Wei Lai's voice, but they couldn't find any trace of Wei Lai. The sound that sounded from all directions gave people a strange illusion, as if Wei Lai was far away in the sky, and it seemed to be close to their ...... Behind.

Luo Xiangwu saw that the crowd was looking around, and secretly said that it was not good, so he hurriedly said loudly: "Don't be confused by his tricks, keep the formation, and each is optimistic about their own ......."

Knock!

Before Luo Xiangwu's words were finished, two more muffled sounds rose, and the bodies of the two soldiers fell to the ground with a bang.

A mood called fear began to rise among the soldiers.

They had obviously done their best, but they still couldn't find any trace of Wei Lai. The boy was like a ghost, harvesting the lives of their companions, and the next to die was probably themselves.

Luo Xiangwu's face was hard to see, and his hand holding the knife began to tremble, not because of fear, but because of anger.

He didn't understand why a boy with a clear talent in the Wuyang Realm played him and his well-equipped and well-trained people, he wanted to find Wei Lai to fight with him to the death, but obviously, for now, Wei Lai didn't seem to intend to give him this opportunity.

He looked gloomily at the group of soldiers standing in the stagnant water with pale faces, their clothes were soaked in the rain, this army, which was known as the most elite army of the Great Yan Dynasty, was embarrassed at the moment.

I don't know what the Jiang God is thinking, the sun is shining for so many days, but it is raining heavily today......

Luo Xiangwu secretly scolded, but at this moment, his face changed, as if he had thought of something.

"Withdraw!" he exclaimed.

The soldiers were stunned for a moment, but when they came back to their senses, they began to run quickly towards the ground without the slightest doubt. And Luo Xiangwu didn't hesitate at all, he also urged the spiritual power of his Spirit Platform Realm, and quickly ran to the ground.

The formation was scattered, Luo Xiangwu knew that this would definitely give Wei Lai more opportunities to take advantage of, but he had no choice, he knew very well that in such a situation, even if he forced those soldiers to maintain the formation, as long as Wei Lai concocted the same method once or twice, the soldiers who witnessed the death of their companions again were likely to become frightened birds, and the situation would become more and more difficult to manage. It is better to evacuate quickly together, and perhaps reduce some casualties, but no longer ...... These soldiers could also use their lives to buy enough time for their escape.

Knock! Knock! Knock!!

......

With Luo Xiangwu's order, the crowd began to run recklessly, and the muffled sounds behind them also came and went at that time.

Everyone knew that every muffled sound meant that a companion had been reduced to a cold corpse, but they didn't dare to turn back—no one would want to be the one who died if they could live.

Liang Guan is naturally the most devout supporter of this principle. Even if his right arm was tied with a white cloth and the tip of his nose was stuffed with a cotton ball, he still ran at a surprisingly fast speed, second only to Luo Xiangwu, who was rushing to the front and riding a peerless ride.

After a series of muffled noises behind him, there was a sudden silence, Liang Guan's heart was full of ghosts, he knew very well what this meant, everyone died at the hands of that strange young man, and the next one would soon be his turn.

He held back his strength to run, but the water under his feet that had overflowed his waist made it difficult for him to walk, he looked at Luo Xiangwu, who had run to the ground in front of him, and shouted: "Adults save me!

This was originally a choice to go to the doctor in a hurry, and even Liang Guan himself did not have much hope for it.

But at the moment when his voice fell, Luo Xiangwu, who was on the ground in front of him, suddenly stopped his steps and turned around.

Liang Guan's heart was overjoyed, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he stretched out his hand towards Luo Xiangwu, and shouted loudly again: "My lord, my lord, help me!"

But the strange thing is that Luo Xiangwu, who clearly stopped, just stood in place, looking at him motionlessly, without escaping or rescuing, and even his gaze at himself was extremely cold.

Liang Guan shuddered, but it was not because of Luo Xiangwu's strange gaze, but something colder than that gaze suddenly appeared on his neck, and the thing crossed his neck, just lightly, like a cold wind in winter, fleeting.

Then Liang Guan felt that the strength of his body was withdrawn by something at that moment, and his body became extremely heavy, and the steps he wanted to take were like being filled with lead water, like a thousand pounds.

A sense of sleepiness struck, and his eyelids began to close uncontrollably, and his body poured towards the muddy water.

Vaguely, he saw the stagnant water in front of him gushing, a column of water rising, turning into a figure in the continuous churning, the figure held a black dagger, stepped out of the waterlogged pit, and walked towards Luo Xiangwu standing on the ground. He couldn't see his appearance clearly, only glimpses of the golden light flickering on the wet back, like an angry ...... Dragon.