Chapter Forty-Eight: The Lost Forest Bandit 3

"The real bandits are coming!"

In the mountains and forests, a large group of birds were startled, and the footsteps of running and leaping came from far and near, and Qian Wuxian scanned the surroundings intently, and the panic in his eyes was obvious.

There was a cold sweat in the palms of Qian Wuxi's hands, and there were more than 100 thieves coming, and it seemed that today was more than lucky.

Ling Li quickly tried to use his skills, glanced at Qian Wuxian gratefully, and then gathered his subordinates and whispered in a low voice, it should be to discuss the formation.

There is a dense forest on the left, a cliff on the right, and there have been bandits outflanking before and after the mountain road.

Night Little Fish quickly got into the carriage, and after a busy period of work in the carriage, stuffed all the food in the cart into his backpack.

"Are you going to stand on the edge of the cliff and make stuffing? The bandits have scattered to form a huge net and want to outflank us, so we will now go into the dense forest and destroy them one by one before the bandits gather. ”

Ye Xiaoyu swept from the carriage to the front of Ling Li, gesturing and whispering about the plan.

Ling Li's eyes lit up, although he wanted to burn her to ashes just now, now he had to admit that her method was feasible.

"Let's go!"

The night fish pulled up a thousand traceless and flew into the dense forest together, and Uncle Hai had already arrived in front of them. Ho, Uncle Hai turned out to be a master!

"Haha, I haven't seen anyone in a hurry to die!"

A dozen or so uniformly dressed bandits soon met them head-on, a short fat man who looked like a small leader, holding two large scimitars and laughing wildly.

Ye Xiaoyu didn't say a word, he jumped up with the moon-chasing sword in his hand and flew away, swept away with his sword, the short fat man's laughter was not finished, a sword sealed his throat, and the person was gone.

Night Xiaoyu killed, and the others showed their swords one after another, and in ten seconds, this small group of bandits were all killed in seconds.

"The two armies are fighting, whoever talks nonsense will die first! Let's go, let's kill to the left first!"

The corners of Ling Li's lips hooked slightly, not minding that she had taken over her leadership, Ye Xiaoyu was like a general who had been tempered on the battlefield at this moment, and she was decisive.

"Fish, wonderful!"

The monkey had just stabbed a bewildered bandit to death, and looked at the night fish leaping forward, his eyes full of appreciation.

Qian Wuxian and Uncle Hai glanced at each other, and they both followed the night fish forward.

When the bandits outflanked the center of the carriage, the left wing bandits had been wiped out by the Night Fish and moved to the right flank.

"They actually went into the labyrinth, and they really killed themselves!"

A middle-aged man in white with a fan raised his eyes to look at the endless dense forest, his indifferent eyes were full of disdain.

"Mr. Zhu, what should we do now?"

A thin, short man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks glanced at the cliff, his brow furrowed and leaned over to ask their military advisor.

"If you enter the maze forest, then work hard Liu Wu, you collect the corpses for them and throw them into the Ten Thousand Bones Cliff. ”

Mr. Zhu's white clothes fluttered and disappeared in an instant.

Liu Wu lifted the curtain of the carriage to search, and after finding nothing, he kicked the carriage off the cliff in anger, and the moment the car tilted, the powder was sprinkled with the wind, and the thieves on the mountain road did not take two steps, oh ho!

Besides, Ye Xiaoyu and his party killed to the right wing, and the thieves may rarely see their prey take the initiative to drill into the forest, and they recognize that they are picking up money and throwing people, and they never thought that it would be dangerous.

Many of the bandits have not yet come to their senses and have lost their lives.

"It's really unbelievable that such a weak chicken thief is still terrifying? ”

Easily wiped out hundreds of thieves, and all of them were unharmed, Ye Xiaoyu looked at the corpses lying all over the ground, touched the increasingly cold and shiny Moon Sword, and doubted the IQ of these ancients.