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Under the mottled shadows of the trees, more than a dozen corpses were buried in the pit.

Bai Cheng'an's face under the hood was covered by a red ghost mask, revealing a terrifying cold light. Under the mysterious and long night clothes, a bloody breath flowed out from the hole in his left shoulder, drop by drop, flowing down the blade to the tip of the knife.

"Altar Master, there's one less person here," the man in black said respectfully.

"Who?" Bai Chengan raised his eyebrows and said indifferently.

"Young Master Li Yan."

"That bastard, here's me." The voice of the white ghost floated from behind him.

As soon as the words fell, the person behind the white ghost threw a bloody head at it.

Bai Cheng'an's slender fingers silently clenched the hilt of the knife, and the wind swept the broken hair on his forehead, making him see clearly the dozen or so strong enemies that appeared in front of him.

The white ghost and a dozen black-clothed men under the white ghost came on horseback.

Sharp weapons, neighing horses' hooves.

Bai Cheng'an's subordinates instantly dodged to protect Bai Cheng'an's left and right, competing with the white ghost's men and horses. Everyone's hearts were raised, this was the most brutal battle of the White Clothed Sect!

The White Ghost is the Holy Sect Master of the White Cloth Sect, and his status is second only to the Sect Master.

However, this person in the White Cloth Sect also has a nickname Black Sect Master. The Black Sect Master's duty is to be specifically responsible for killing some of the killers of the White Cloth Sect.

As for the standard of criticism, it is naturally up to the black sect leader to say it.

The reason why the White Cloth Sect has such a number one person is also to screen the killers of the White Cloth Sect, only the more elite killers, the more powerful the White Clothes Sect will be. Of course, except for the sect leader and the people appointed by the sect leader, and the protector who cannot be killed, everyone else is within the rules of the black sect master's game.

"What are you afraid of?" The white ghost laughed twice.

The white ghost's skin is very white, white and weird, and some blue. It should be the sequelae left by taking some drugs all year round. On the outside, the white ghost obviously doesn't care much, with long hair and a shawl, and no mask to cover his face, giving people a sense of evil and demonic smelting.

"Black Sect Master, we've just finished our mission!" Bai Chengan said loudly. Every inch of his skin was tense, and every second he picked up a knife and rushed forward to compete with the other party regardless of his life.

"Oh, after the mission? What's the matter with me?" The white ghost tilted his head and sneered.

Bai Cheng was silent.

The gesture behind his back is a secret signal to prepare everyone for a decisive battle.

The killer of the White Cloth Sect who has had a head-on conflict with the white ghost for so many years has never survived.

In the forest, no one paid attention, and the white ghost was not bored, he lowered his eyes, and looked at the slender five fingers with pity, the nails were long and sharp, like the weapons that the beast was most proud of. The white ghost stuck out his tongue and licked the blood stained on his fingertips, his eyes full of fascination.

"If the Black Sect Master doesn't have any orders, then I'll retreat first." The wound on Bai Cheng'an's left shoulder was faintly painful, reminding him all the time that the team of killers he led had fought until now last night, and the battle against was also a famous and strong enemy in the rivers and lakes.

Now that most of his energy is consumed, how can he fight against the strong killers led by the white ghost?

In this case, it is only possible to lose. Chances to win are pitifully few.

Bai Chengan thought about countless possibilities in his heart, and he had already thought about the worst-case scenario no less than three times in his mind. This sense of crisis reminds him to evacuate as soon as possible!

When everyone heard the altar owner's offer to leave, their hearts suddenly hung in a roar, for fear that the next second would be a battle of life and death. Each killer is like an explosive that explodes at any moment, waiting and restraining fear.

"Stand down? Where are you going to retreat?" The white ghost grinned, and said coldly, word by word: "I came to find you, but I just wanted to clean you up!"

As soon as the words fell, the white ghost's subordinates jumped up with bows and arrows, carrying knives to besiege and strangle the killers around Bai Cheng'an.

The smell of blood permeated the surroundings.

Bai Cheng'an blocked a killer with a knife, and said coldly: "White ghost, haven't you always wanted to find this flavor medicine?"

A low and indifferent voice came into his ears, and the white ghost, who had been lazy on the horse, raised his eyes with interest, and waved his hand, causing all his subordinates to stop and retreat.

Six more killers went to Bai Chengan's side, and only the pitiful five killers were left to retreat and protect Bai Chengan's side.

The atmosphere was dull and terrible.

"Do you know what happens to me?" The white ghost stared at Bai Cheng'an and said word by word with a sneer.

"How dare you. Isn't that what you want?"

Bai Chengan hooked his lips and smiled, raised his hand and threw the herb in the direction of the white ghost. Taking advantage of the gap just now, he had already sprinkled a medicinal powder on the herb, and when he threw it there, the smoke produced by the medicinal powder immediately dispersed and obscured everyone's sight.

At that moment, Bai Chengan quickly grabbed all the hidden weapons and threw them in the direction of the white ghost and the others. Seeing the situation, his subordinates also threw all the hidden weapons they were carrying in the direction of the white ghost and the others.

The smoke was attacked with hidden weapons, and everyone on the side of the hundred ghosts was busy protecting themselves for a moment and ignored Bai Cheng'an.

"Withdraw!"

Bai Cheng'an gave the order, and everyone rushed into the depths of the forest like lightning.

After the smoke cleared, the killers under the white ghost all looked at each other.

The white ghost's subordinates are all experienced in a hundred battles, and the dense rain of hidden weapons just now failed to hurt any of them.

"Black Sect Master, do you want to keep chasing?" A daring killer spoke up.

The white ghost chuckled sullenly, "If you slip away, you slip away." You hand me the medicine on the ground and I'll take a look. ”

Hearing the sound, the killer who was close to him picked up the herb and sent it to the Black Sect Master.

The white ghost took the dried herb and looked at it carefully for a while before wrapping the herb in a cloth and hiding it in his arms, "His kid has honored me with this, let him live longer, let's go!"

When all his subordinates heard this, they hurriedly jumped on their horses and chased after the white ghost.

"Altar Master, how could the Black Sect Master know that we are on a mission here?" Bayin, a killer who had been with Bai Cheng'an for a long time, muttered.

Bai Chengan frowned.

All the tasks of the White-clothed Sect are ordered by the sect leader himself, and the black sect leader who has the duty of killing has never known anything about these tasks, and the black sect leader only relies on chasing and killing.

Bayin was silent for a long time, and another younger boy on the side, Yang Brown, cried out loud, this was the first time he had followed the altar master out on a mission. How lucky he was to kill so many people in one night, and finally be lucky enough to escape from the Black Sect Master.

"What are you crying about, shut up quickly, it's not a shame!" Bayin said in disgust.

Yang Brown took off his mask, revealing a childish face, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with an old scar at the corner of his eye. It was the scar left by the children in the White Clothes Sect when they were locked up in training and fighting each other.

"It's good to survive!" Yang Brown choked.

Bayin snorted and scolded: "If you want to live, cry less!" If you survive, you will know how to cry, and there will be a bird to live for!"

Hearing this, Yang Brown raised his hand and wiped his tears and snot casually, "Oh, don't cry." ”

"Altar Master." Yang Brown blinked, and said with palpitations: "Will they kill next time?"

Bai Chengan was silent for a long time, and said lightly: "Yes."