King Fu really couldn't understand in his heart, just such a sword heart, how could an adult attach so much importance to it, and actually sent Qiu Yikill to join forces with him. Fu Poison King felt that this was completely redundant, and it was enough to have him alone.

Hearing Fu Poison King's words, the others didn't dare to ask more. Although they were outnumbered this time, they were beaten too hard before, and when they thought of Jian Xinliu's methods, their hearts were full of shadows, if they could be poisoned first, they would be able to take revenge and blood hatred without blood, of course, they couldn't ask for it.

No one noticed that a ghostly figure crept into the crowd.

There were a large number of people who came this time, and not everyone knew each other, and this person's face was too ordinary, so no one noticed his strange appearance. Even Fu Poison King and Qiu Yi Kill paid full attention to the movements in the camp and did not notice his infiltration.

The man took a random corner and lay down lazily, his eyes squinted, as if in contemplation, as if he were staring at the night sky. Only the people around him felt a little strange, and at this moment, when he was completely still, it seemed to merge with the rocks around him and the grass under him, and if he didn't pay attention, he would even have the illusion that he didn't exist in this world at all. However, at the moment, others did not pay much attention. Now is a critical moment, and no one is distracted to pay more attention to other things.

"Do it!" As soon as half an hour arrived, a cold light appeared in Fu Poisonlight's eyes, and he ordered.

"Rush!"

"Kill!" The powerful gangs had already held their breath and rushed out of the cage with a roar like a beast out of the cage.

A faint morning light spilled on the ground, and the thick fog began to slowly dissipate.

In the camp, it was still quiet.

It is worthy of the Fu Poison King, this poison is really powerful, they rushed over with such shouting and killing, the people in the camp actually did not react, and the uneasiness in everyone's hearts dissipated with the mist: it seems that this time they can easily take revenge.

Wu Tianlang and several other leaders of the power gathered their eyes and looked for Zhang Yuhong's figure in the camp where the fog had not completely dispersed. There were at least a hundred scenes of torturing Zhang Yuhong in his heart, and several people had happy smiles on their blue noses and swollen faces.

A red sun rises from the sky, sprinkling ten thousand golden rays.

The faint fog finally dissipated completely, and in the direction they were heading, dozens of figures appeared in front of their eyes, incomparably clear.

Ling Chuxi smiled, calm and calm, as if he was greeting guests from afar.

Lan Xinyu held the golden silk whip in his hand, with excitement and anticipation on his face, that look reminded Ling Chuxi of the fatal encounter between a wolf and a sheep.

Gong Xi Crazy Knife, along with his subordinates who were half-open, stood behind Ling Chuxi with their war knives, almost writing cruelty and violence on their faces.

The most shameless, ruthless, and shameless little white face that once brought them the most painful memories in history, the eldest young master of the Zhang family still holds the guqin in his arms, and still smiles very innocently, but seeing such a "I am kind" smile, everyone's hearts twitched violently.

However, these people together bring them less shock than one person.