It had just rained heavily, and the woods were very damp, no matter where it was, as long as you touched it, it was water in your hand!

The Phaseless King stood on a tree trunk, reached out and touched it, and then suddenly put his hands to his mouth and grunted into the depths of the woods.

Monk An listened curiously, this cry is a bit like the sound of a pigeon, it doesn't sound very loud, but it can be transmitted far away, King Wuxiang closed his mouth for a long time, and the forest can faintly hear the aftersound.

Could it be that King Wuxiang still has helpers in the woods? Monk An knew that this was the way of communication between them, just like the whistle of the Xuan army, which had a specific meaning for several long and short periods. But after listening to it for a long time, I didn't hear a response, and the Wuxiang King and the others didn't care, and continued to move forward.

The four of them walked through the forest with the lightness of their bodies, and soon arrived at the place where they had predicted that there were people just now, but they couldn't see a single figure at all!

Huai Liang shrugged his nose and whispered, "There is a wounded person nearby, it's a ninja, the injury is very serious, and the smell of blood is very big!" As he spoke, he stretched his neck and climbed under the tree, and the others also followed down the tree, pulled out the saber they were carrying, and walked forward cautiously.

When he went out, Chao Weiren once asked King Wuxiang to choose his own weapons, and the most domineering weapons of King Wuxiang were his hands, so he didn't choose them at all, but chose two thorns for his two apprentices.

Jingwei and Huailiang are at the front, King Wuxiang walks in the middle with a hand on his back, and Monk An is originally here to learn, so walking at the end is also a task for the queen of the palace.

The four of them walked about a hundred and ten steps, and Jingwei and Huailiang suddenly stopped next to a big tree, looking around vigilantly.

In order to cover their figures, the four of them did not turn on the searchlight above their heads, but just searched in the forest with their eyesight, and the position where they were standing now was the place where the smell of blood in Huailiang's nose was the strongest, and Jingwei also heard a faint voice, which was the sound of people deliberately suppressing their breathing!

But where are the people?

Monk An looked at the dark scenery around him, and his heart was a little nervous. Not to mention those ninjas, even if it is the three hundred mysterious soldiers brought by the ghost eye, there will be a lot of movement between actions, how can they be as silent as now?

Monk An gently followed behind King Wuxiang, walked to the big tree where Jingwei was standing just now, reached out and helped the trunk, and wanted to pour out the water poured into his shoes, but suddenly found that his right hand was very sticky!

The tree can be wet, but how can it be sticky? Monk An subconsciously turned on the searchlight on his head, looked at his hands, and found that his hands were full of blood! And the big tree beside him was also bleeding!

How could the tree be bleeding? Monk An was surprised, and a branch in front of him suddenly moved, like lightning, and stabbed him in the throat!

Monk An's eyes widened, he had no time to dodge, he saw the branches stabbing at him, he had to close his eyes and wait for death! But he never figured it out, it was obviously a tree trunk, how could it bleed? Obviously it was a branch, how could it move?

"Poof!" two thorns were inserted into the tree in front of him at the same time, and under his neck, there was a pair of big white and tender hands, stretching out two slender fingers, tightly clamping the branch that had been holding his throat!

It wasn't a branch at all, but a sword camouflaged like a branch! The tip of the sword was only 0.01 centimeters away from Monk An's Adam's apple, and Monk An had even felt the cold air on the tip of the sword, causing a layer of goosebumps on his skin!

Fortunately, this big white and tender hand caught this sword in a thousand shots, the skin on the hand can be so delicate, and the two fingers are so flexible and powerful, of course, it must be the King of Phases!

There is also a hand, tightly grasping the branch, this is Monk An's own right hand! At the critical moment of life, the right hand exerted much faster speed than usual, and tightly grasped the sword body!

Jingwei and Huailiang, who rushed over from the side, each stabbed a knife in the trunk of the tree and quickly turned around, as if they had expected it in advance, and at the same time faced two black shadows that emerged from the darkness!

Monk An escaped death, his back was soaked with cold sweat, and he heard the King of Wuxiang next to him whispering: "Don't have light, don't make too much noise, otherwise you will be the target!" said and lowered his head and looked at his right hand.

Monk An nodded, and was afraid that King Wuxiang would not be able to see it, so he quickly responded in a low voice: "Yes!" He also looked at his right hand, although he couldn't see it clearly, he could also feel that he had been scratched by the sword and was bleeding.

Seeing King Wuxiang staring at his right hand, knowing that he was caring, he was moved in his heart and said, "It's okay, it's just a scratch of the skin!"

The King of Phases snorted and turned to leave. Monk An was bored, scratched his bald head in a sneer, and followed!

"Poof!" Jingwei pierced the black shadow in front of him with a knife, and then the handle of the knife rotated, and it was quickly pulled out, and the black shadow fell to the ground with a bang.

Jingwei's body didn't stop, turned around and slashed at the black shadow in front of Huai Liang! The black shadow was already struggling to deal with Huai Liang alone, seeing that the other party had strong reinforcements, his body was short, and the whole person drilled into the soil!

Huai Liang snorted coldly, leaned down, his nose was close to the ground, and ran forward quickly with both hands and feet!

Monk An looked at his shadow like a dog, and felt a little funny, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud.

In front of him, Huai Liang was about to crash into a big tree, Monk An wanted to scream in shock, but Huai Liang threw the Xuan knife and stabbed it fiercely next to a big root under the big tree!

"Zi!" a stream of blood arrows flew out of the ground like a fountain!

Huailiang strode over, grabbed the handle of the knife with one hand, thrust it into the ground with the other, and shouted: "Get up!" A person broke through the ground, like a dead dog, and lay on the ground with a "bang", motionless, with a thorn on his head, which ran through the entire head from the top of his head!

"Huh!" Xuan's thorn was pulled out, and Huailiang and Jingwei stood side by side again, vigilantly continuing to move forward.

Monk An looked at their skillful cooperation, as well as this kind of forward method similar to the inverted triangle formation, and always felt that something was wrong, as if something was missing!

The woods were quiet again, and the four of them walked very slowly among the trees. Jingwei stopped again, listened sideways for a while, then turned to face the Phaseless King, and pointed to it with his right hand.

King Wuxiang nodded to him, Jingwei inserted the thorn back into the scabbard at his waist, and then held the tree with both hands again, and slowly climbed up the tree.

The people below continued to walk forward, and just walked out less than ten steps, they heard a tight "click" sound from above, which was the sound of the human body crushing the branches when it fell, and then "bang!", a black shadow fell from the sky, fell heavily to the ground, and did not move!

King Wuxiang and Huailiang didn't seem to see it, their eyes were still looking ahead, and their footsteps didn't stop. Monk An was worried about the safety of Jingwei, and when he walked in front of the black shadow, he stretched out his hand and touched it, the clothes made of pure cotton, this is obviously not the suit on everyone, I can't help but feel a little embarrassed, or the people themselves trust enough, and they don't need to look at it to know that the dead must be the enemy!

"Wow!" A puddle of muddy water suddenly splashed up from the front and splashed on the three of them! Huai Liang snorted angrily, his body blocked in front of the Wuxiang King, and the Xuan Thorn in his hand swung sharply in front of him!

It's a pity that the Xuan Thorn is not a Qi knife, and it doesn't have such a wide knife surface, so it can't seal the invasion of muddy water at all, and it is drenched!

Fortunately, King Wuxiang himself dodged back a few meters to avoid the dirty water, but there was an angry look on his face!

Monk An was originally a farmer, and he was not afraid of these dirty waters, so he took a step forward and stood beside Huailiang, but there was no figure in the dark woods in front of him, as if the guy would never come up again after sweeping up a puddle of sewage!

What is this? Is a child playing house? Running away after a successful sneak attack with mud? Monk An was at the back just now, and he was not splashed with sewage, so he was quite disdainful of such a sneak attack!

But Huai Liang next to him snorted, and there was a faint trace of pain in his voice! Monk An was startled, turned his head and asked him, "Hey, buddy, what's wrong with you?"

Huai Liang scolded in a low voice: "Shut up! Don't talk, don't touch... Me, be careful... Warn... Alert!"

Monk An heard him say that he couldn't even say anything in the end, his voice trembled as if he was enduring great pain, and he couldn't care about anything, so he directly turned on the searchlight on his head and shone it on Huailiang's body, and exclaimed: "I'm wiping!

I saw that on Huailiang's exposed skin, there were countless white maggot-like things densely adsorbed, each as thick as a match, three or four centimeters long!

These things belong to the close relatives of leeches, but they are more ferocious than leeches! Because they have no concept of hunger and satiety, they can suck blood without limits, and their bodies swell to dozens or even hundreds of times their original size!

There were so many blood leeches on Huai Liang's body, which was enough to drain the blood from his whole body! No wonder he was in such pain!

The King of Phases shouted angrily: "Don't turn on the lights!

Monk An was furious and scolded: "I'm going to go to the special place! Everyone is dying and they are still afraid of a sneak attack? Whoever wants to come, come here, Lao Tzu is not afraid! Such a sneaky beating can simply suffocate people to death! You protect the Fa, I will save people! What kind of battle are you fighting when you shrink your head and brains!"

King Wuxiang was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Monk An to dare to contradict him like this, and he didn't refute it for a while!

Huailiang was upset for his master, and yelled at Monk An: "Shut up! Xu Ding collided with the division... Master!"

Monk An ripped off his coat, touched his clothes up and down, and then pulled out the thorn and poked the clothes "poof", and then swiped down, accompanied by the tearing sound of "stabbing lala", he also said angrily: "He is your master, not my master! We bad boys will never let go of our brother's life and death in order to kill a few more enemies!"

Huailiang opened his mouth to speak, but Monk An stuffed a strip of cloth into his mouth and said, "Bite it!" Huailiang subconsciously bit the strip of cloth, thinking that something was wrong, just wanted to spit it out, Monk An took out a lighter, lit the strip of cloth in his hand with a "poof", lifted it and put it on his face!

A puff of black smoke rose from the "Ziz", and the smell of rancid smell filled the air. Huai Liang's painful eyes opened, he bit the cloth tightly, and chewed it heavily! His fists were also clenched tightly, and the green tendons on his arms were raised, and he actually shook down a few blood leeches that had not yet been bitten!

At this moment, a flying arrow flew silently from behind Monk An, hitting him in the back of the heart! But Monk An didn't notice it, just carried a ball of burning cloth in each hand, and flicked it back and forth on Huailiang's face door and arms!