Chang Feng had countless questions in his heart.

The blood sacrifice of the beast clan is to drip the blood of the living on the sleeping beast, and the blood sacrifice ritual can only exchange one life for one life at a time. This time is different. They had captured ninety-nine humans and were performing some kind of fire ritual. No orc had ever performed such a ritual.

Moreover, so many rats appeared at the same time, but they still did not detect the surge of the rat power field.

All the secrets are tied to Zuo Kun.

Chang Feng believed that this operation of the rat clan had dispatched almost all the rat men who had broken free from the seal, no less than fifty, and this would be a difficult battle for the Yuecheng branch.

Zuo Kun left all his men and ran in the direction of the back mountain, and Chang Feng issued an order to all the members: "Try to capture them alive." Then he chased after the back mountain.

He knew that he should catch him, but when he remembered the scene of Lin Xiang lying in the sea of fire, he preferred to kill him. He couldn't let him escape anymore.

They ran one after the other, their feet weightless, the wind torn apart and sticking to their faces. Finally, Chang Feng caught up with Zuo Kun in the forest, and he threw himself at him, punching and kicking out, all in one go.

Zuo Kun raised his head and showed his sharp teeth, and met Chang Feng's fist, Chang Feng's fist eye was pierced, and he caught a glimpse of a deep blood hole in the tiger's mouth out of the corner of his eye.

Zuo Kun pointed to his left eye socket and grinned, "It's time for us to settle down." ”

Chang Feng clenched his fists, his knuckles were strong, and the wound had healed in the blink of an eye. When he attacked him again, he avoided his fangs, his fist landed on his arm, shoulder, chest, and when he punched the left kun in the chin, his other hand unexpectedly pinched his teeth, and his fingers snapped the front teeth he was relying on to attack.

Zuo Kun covered his mouth and fell to his knees, blood dripping from his fingers mixed with saliva.

Chang Feng threw away the broken tooth in his hand: "How did you evade our surveillance, and what is the purpose of the fire sacrifice?"

Zuo Kun looked up at him and squeezed out a hideous smile: "How to avoid monitoring, aren't you better than me?"

Chang Feng threw a punch in his face.

Zuo Kun said, "Kill me, do it." ”

Chang Feng gritted his teeth and said: "I don't need to kill you, I will take you back and smash your brain, just like you did to Liang Yuqian, and then kill you." I can get all the information as well. ”

He raised his fist again, only to hear the sound of the wind breaking at his side.

in the top right.

He shook off Zuo Kun and swept away the flying hidden weapon with his palm, but was surprised to see that only two leaves had been knocked to the ground. The most ordinary leaves are stuck in the dirt like blades.

He looked up at the enemy.

A woman. Masked, dressed in black, with a sturdy figure. She stood on a branch and looked at him condescendingly. She leaped lightly and landed between him and Zuo Kun, her body light and silent.

He frowned and attacked first. She dodged nimbly. He's fast, she's faster than him.

Her punches or slaps on him were powerful and swift, but none of them landed on the vital point. He realized that she didn't want to hurt him.

When Chang Feng was entangled with the woman, Zuo Kun fled in the wilderness.

The woman slapped Chang Feng on the shoulder, jumped back more than ten meters, climbed a tree with both hands, and jumped with her feet, and the person had reached the top of the tree.

Chang Feng chased after her, kicked his legs, and also went up the tree, but when he jumped between the branches, the woman was already on another tree.

She glanced back at him, and behind the black mask, there was a complicated expression. Immediately, her figure disappeared in an instant like a phantom in the woods.

Zuo Kun is her target.

He fell into the half-man-high weeds and crawled forward.

He couldn't see her, he couldn't hear her footsteps, but he smelled danger. He kept running, and when he got to the side of the road, he jumped into a pickup truck, and drove until late afternoon, into the barren mountain, but still did not get rid of her.

The daylight is fading, and she is like a shadow.

He crouched in the grass, not daring to move, and looked around cautiously.

A branch flew from nowhere, and it was driven through the back of his left hand, nailing him straight to the ground.

He howled, "What do you want?"

She landed in front of him like a ghost.

Without speaking, she lifted another branch and aimed it at his right hand, nailing his right hand into the dirt as well.

Ignoring his wailing, she approached him and pulled out a dagger, the blade reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, the warm yellow light falling on the rat-shaped tattoo on his back.

He struggled and said, "I see. I know who you are. You can't get it. You can't win. ”

The dagger fell, and the blood soaked the ground beneath Zuo Kun, and his cry echoed through the silent mountains.

One in hand, and eight more.