To the south of the village, Fanyin and his party were resting. Everyone should take a five-minute nap to regain their strength. After many years of training, the soldiers of the Ministry of Military Affairs have long learned to "sleep quickly" and fall asleep as soon as they close their eyes. Sanskrit drank ice water.

Suddenly, the Ling mirror in front of her flashed, and Fanyin looked over. Seeing her staring tightly, the three spirit swords opened their bows and shot out. The soldiers flickered, and the Sanskrit sound had disappeared in place.

The boy saw hundreds of dark thorns shooting at him, and the darkness was even bright and dazzling in the night.

A chill swept across the side of the boy's face from behind, shaving off a strand of his eye-covering hair. With a bang, a light crossed in front of the boy, and the light grew bigger and bigger, blocking everything in front of him.

"Bang bang bang. Hundreds of black thorns pierced the air in the air in front of the boy's face, and then fell. The black thorn was so close that it pierced the boy's nose and eyes. He was already feeling pain. The rattle ahead came to an abrupt halt.

Hodi, the scream of a night that tore through the silence of the night exploded at the northernmost end of the village. I saw a cold light coming from behind the boy, and a long hole was drawn in the silver-white ground sprinkled by the moonlight, from the village street at the south end of the village to the north of the village, dividing the village into two.

With a pop, blood was all over the ground, and it also stopped splashing in front of the boy's face, like a piece of transparent glass, blocking the space between the boy and the front of him. The stained blood made the boy sick to his stomach. The howling stopped again.

The boy clutched his bloodied hands to his chest and looked desperately at the other side, trying to see what had killed his pig and was going to kill himself. One had been split in half, and the remaining two trance figures gradually appeared in his field of vision, walking crookedly.

"Dead man!" the boy blurted out. He couldn't help but move backwards as he sat on the ground, but he couldn't exert much strength on his legs, but he was still rubbing desperately.

Two strange figures walked towards the boy and grinned, "This kid, why is he so powerful." As soon as the words fell, there was a "poof" sound, and another person was slammed to the ground by a slender silver spirit arrow that shot extremely quickly from a distance, and stopped advancing.

The boy shuddered as he looked at the man standing on the ground. Suddenly, the only man left across from him lunged at the boy in a frenzy, his teeth and claws, and the defensive shield in front of him was broken. Thin sharp fingers pinched the boy's neck. The boy waved his hand desperately.

Suddenly, the boy felt that he was being lifted backwards, and his body was already so frightened that he was unable to stand on his feet, and could only be dragged by others. The person who captured him was none other than Fanyin, who wanted to pull him and put him behind him. But now in this situation, Fanyin can't let go, so she can only half-drag and half-drag, protecting the boy behind her.

The attack of the man on the other side did not stop, and Fanyin swung his sword and slashed, cutting off one of the opponent's arms. The other party looked at his severed arm, looked at it for a week, and didn't seem to feel pain. Fanyin frowned, put away his weapon, raised his hand to exert force, and a trapping technique instantly covered the other party, making him unable to move again.

Fanyin looked at it, ignored it for the time being, and looked back at the boy behind her, her hand still grasping his wrist. Sanyin saw the boy's face, frowned, and the wound on the boy's face was bleeding endlessly, gushing outward, and the whole skin and flesh were turned over. Fanyin reached over and gently brushed the boy's face, and a piercing coldness instantly covered the boy's fair face, the wound was calmed by a piece of frost, and the skin and flesh were recovered.

"Bear with me. Sanskrit said. As she brushed the boy's face, the same chill spread from the boy's skin to Fanyin's hands.

"Oops!" the boy exhaled in pain.

"Boss, what's wrong!" With a gust of wind, Chilu had already come to the side of Sanskrit.

It turned out that Fanyin saw the strange state of the village from Ling Jing just now, and rushed over. But fearing that the army would disturb the villagers, she immediately told Chilu and Zhongli to stay where they were. But Chilu was not at ease, so he followed. Sanskrit pointed to the two corpses behind him and a trapped person. One had been torn apart by her, and the other was nailed to the ground.

Chilu went over to check, and the night was dark and the wind was high, and he lit up the fire letter, and the surroundings were illuminated. "The people of the Fourth Division!" Chilu said in surprise.

"It's a ghost. Sanskrit said.

"What!" Chiru shouted, another voice mixed in beside him. The boy covered his face and shouted.

"It doesn't matter your face, I'll have the corpse come and give you the medicine in a moment. Sanskrit said.

"Who are you?" muttered the boy.

"I am the fifth Sanskrit. The northern border has been fully issued a curfew notice two days ago, why did you come out alone so late?"

"Fifth, what? You don't care if I want to come out or not. The boy said impatiently.

"How can you talk about this kid! My boss saved your life, why don't you hurry up and thank you!" Chilu came up and gave the boy a tap on the back of the head.

"Oops, who let her save it!, a little girl!" the boy said stiffly. At this time, he stood up straight, much taller than Sanskrit, fifteen or sixteen. The cotton coat that was draped outside had long since fallen off, and only a single coat was left on his body. In this northern border of more than 30 degrees below zero, if people come out like this, they will get frostbite in a moment.

Before the boy finished speaking, Fanyin reached out and pinched his chin, shaking it from side to side, "The injury heals quickly." "It's very spiritual.

"What are you doing!" the boy hurriedly stroked away Sanskrit's hand.

Fanyin ignored him and turned to the two corpses, who were indeed dressed in the clothes of the officials of the Fourth Division. She walked over to the man she had been trapped again. The man hung a stump arm and waved it wildly within the barrier created by the Trap Technique. Sanskrit looked fixedly.

"It's the three of them. ”

"Who?" said Chiru.

"The three young soldiers who had an accident before the Fourth Division. Sanskrit saw through their broken figures. The three soldiers were already emaciated to bones, and they were indistinguishable from each other.

Chilu looked at the man and then at the wound on the boy's face, although the injury had been controlled, he could still clearly distinguish that it was not an ordinary wound but a fracture left by the spirit after the ghost's wound, which was extremely difficult to heal and the blood flowed endlessly.

"And the wound on this kid's face?"

"Left by the spirit. Sanskrit said.

"Didn't the bodies of the three of them be in the Fourth Division a few days ago, why did they appear here again?" Chilu also came to Fanyin's side, looking at the people in the barrier.

"I don't know. "After that, Fanyin swung his sword and slashed, and the enchantment was broken. I saw the soldiers trapped in the barrier rushing towards Fanyin.

"There's a big living man missing!" the man said loudly, attacking Fanyin. The originally severed wrist gathered a dark spiritual power at this time, as if it had grown on top of his severed arm.

Fanyin strode forward, facing head-on, and grabbed the black thorn with her bare hand, and with a little force, the black thorn instantly disappeared under her palm. Immediately after a few grapplers, Sanskrit pinched the man's arm to his shoulder. With a click, the man's shoulders had been lifted by Sanskrit, and his entire arm was dangling at his side.

With a dodge, she circled behind the man and grabbed his throat with her hand. Just now, the man was about to spit black thorns out of his throat. Sanskrit squeezed hard, and the man couldn't move anymore.

"Hey, be careful!" the boy couldn't help but say loudly on the other side, worried for Fanyin.