The crooked moon hung quietly in the night at some point, exuding a light like frost, reflecting a touch of miserable green in the bamboo forest. The rustle of leaves in a few places fell on my ears, and at the same time, the sound of horses trampling dirt faintly sounded on the originally uninhabited path.

Following the prestige, several horses dragged a carriage slowly towards the withering moonlight. The carriage was also strange to say, and there was no groom in front of the horse. The lanterns on both sides were swaying in the wind, as if the eyes of a giant beast were watching the prey everywhere. What's even more strange is that there is no light in the car, and there is not even a driver, and the whole car looks extremely weird.

Suddenly, the strange carriage stopped for a moment, as if it had been ordered by some order.

The bamboo branches, which had been rustled by the wind, also stopped ringing. Suddenly, a sound of breaking wind sounded from all sides at the same time, and more than a dozen bamboos as big as bowls were broken with a click, and they all smashed into the carriage, and a sound like thunder sounded, and the carriage was smashed to pieces, and the two horses were also frightened, and after struggling to break free from the reins, they fled in both directions. In a few moments, the sound of horses' hooves disappeared into the night.

After a period of dead silence, more than a dozen black-clothed men rose and fell to the ground with blades in their hands, all of them holding weapons that were generally bright and shining, and they exuded a cold aura under the moonlight.

They moved quickly, forming a large circle around the already smashed carriage. As if there was something else in the smashed carriage that frightened them, the swords, guns, swords, and halberds pointed ahead in a defensive stance, and the pace of progress became slower and slower, for fear that someone in the pile of broken wood would rise up and kill them all.

On closer inspection, there was not a single person in the broken wood, not even a trace of blood. There was no blood, which proved that the person was still alive, and a chill suddenly ran over their hearts, and the person who made them tremble was not in the carriage, and he disappeared in vain.

In their eyes, nothing could be more terrible than the disappearance of the person they were ready to kill, especially the person they were going to kill today, because they couldn't kill him with martial arts alone. So this trap was set to intercept and kill secretly, but now that even the trap has been discovered, is that person really as terrible as rumored?

When everyone was wondering why the people inside had disappeared for no apparent reason, a flute suddenly sounded, and the flute seemed very desolate in the dark night, as if the original itself had instantly fallen into an ice cellar in the warm sun. It made all the people in black shudder.

Looking for prestige, a white-clothed figure stood quietly on a thin bamboo branch, as if his whole person was a piece of paper, without the slightest weight hazy under the full moon, revealing the brilliance of the moon. From time to time, a gust of wind blew, causing the bamboo leaves to rattle, and a thin branch under the feet of the man in white also swayed with the wind, but his figure was as steady as a rock.

"Who are you?" asked a man in black with a knife and a sharp question.

Without waiting for the man to answer, the man in black only felt that his body was suddenly numb, and his chest ached, and when he looked down, there were already a few bamboo branches inserted into his chest!

The man in black fell to the ground with round eyes, those eyes that seemed to be fearful or incredulous. But none of this mattered anymore, after all, he had been transformed into a cold corpse.

"Isn't that what you're going to kill?" said the man in white.

Obviously, this group of people was ambushed to intercept and kill themselves, and when they met, they asked who they were. Could it be that today's masters in the sect are so dull?

"You traitor!" one of the men in black jumped up with his sword, and the chilling sword light was directed at the white-clothed man. The figure of the man in white did not move, and the jade flute in his hand was slightly slashed, and suddenly it was magnificent, turning into dozens of afterimages to cover the attacker. The man in black was dazzled for a moment, his hands were slightly slackened, and his chest had already been hit hard.

With a scream, the man in black flew out like a kite with a broken string and fell to the ground. After squirting a mouthful of blood, he tilted his head and lost his breath.

"Let's kill this traitor and sacrifice our flesh and blood to the Blood God!" The remaining black-clothed killers seemed to be enraged when they saw the tragic death of their first two companions. They all jumped up with blades in their hands, for a while, the people in white were shrouded in cold light in all directions, under such a grim situation, the man in white was not in a hurry, his arm was slowly raised, and the jade flute in his hand was horizontally to his lips, a song was raised with the wind, and the blade of the black-clothed killer who was less than half a foot away from the man in white suddenly shook violently, only to hear a few crisp sounds, the cold light scattered, and the blades in the hands of those black-clothed people were broken by the force of the violent force.

The group of men in black retreated to the ground, and when they were shocked, the treacherous flute sounded again, and they all found that their feet were numb and they did not obey the call. In a moment, as if in an endless nightmare, they used their mutilated blades to slash at their companions. There was no scream, no wailing, less than half a pillar of incense, and a strong smell of blood permeated the entire bamboo forest. Bai Yi jumped on the bamboo branch, sighed, and then, turned around and jumped towards the moonlight, never looking at the Shura field behind him again, as if all this behind him had nothing to do with him, and quietly disappeared into the light of the waning moon.