Under the sun, the canopy of the trees was dense, and the forest was a little cold, and the flame spirit Ji walked towards the mountain hut, a little lost.

Having lost her home, evading pursuit, and being mixed with the remnants of Baiyue, the only purpose of living was to rescue her master, and Flame Lingji's life was very monotonous.

Until she met Zhao Shuang, with this little fat man, Flame Lingji felt a peace that she had never felt before.

This point is that Baiyue's former prince Tianze has never given it.

Tianze's strength makes Flame Spirit Ji have a sense of security, but the relationship between them is that of a superior and a superior.

The relationship between master and servant.

can treat Zhao Shuang, but Flame Spirit Ji can face it with an equal relationship.

Flame Spirit Ji even had a hint of the extravagant hope that maybe she could become friends with this little fat man.

But it turns out that extravagant hopes are extravagant hopes after all.

Back in front of the familiar room, Flame Spirit Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

It may be a big trouble to be with this little fat man again, I can't stay here anymore, so let's prepare to transfer!

Flame Spirit Ji was about to send a signal to alert the Hundred Poison King and the others who were nearby.

It's just that the sudden sense of danger made Flame Spirit Ji vigilant.

Boom.

A sharp arrow sprang out of the forest and galloped towards it.

Flame Spirit Ji turned her head slightly, and the sharp arrow pierced through her raised hair. She touched the strands of her hair that had fallen out, and she was shocked.

What a fast arrow!

Fortunately, she dodged, otherwise this dark arrow would have taken her life.

In a hurry, a large number of Korean troops surrounded from all around, led by a young man with a hard bow.

Han Qiancheng!

Flame Spirit Ji's complexion changed suddenly, and the sense of loss just now disappeared in an instant, and all that was left was vigilance in the face of the enemy.

A charming smile appeared on her face, and Flame Spirit Ji stroked her hair.

"You really don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade!"

"Where is Zhao Shuang?"

Facing Flame Spirit Ji's smile, Han Qiancheng didn't have an extra expression on his face.

"Then you're going to ask himself!"

Flame Spirit Ji pulled out the hairpin inserted in her hair, and with a slight stroke, flames burned in the air.

That night, Han Qiancheng saw the situation of these Baiyue's fear killers fighting Bai Yifei.

When Flame Spirit Ji pulled out the Fire Spirit Hairpin, he was vigilant in his heart, so he took a dozen steps back and distanced himself from it.

Then, he fired several arrows in succession, stopping the Flame Spirit Ji who wanted to capture him.

A large number of Han troops rushed up with weapons and surrounded Flame Spirit Ji, while Han Qiancheng hid aside, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Seeing that she couldn't take down the leader of the Han army in one go, Flame Spirit Ji didn't have the momentum just now.

"What a cunning man!"

The fire spirit hairpin turned in his hand, and the flame spirit Ji took a few steps forward, and where she passed, a wall of fire was set off.

"Now that your whereabouts have been exposed, there's no point in hiding it any longer. So, let's make a big one! ”

The flames were like a storm, and the moment they burned, they engulfed the nearby houses and trees.

In this sea of flames, the figure of the Flame Spirit Ji disappeared.

A huge smoke lit up, and in the mountain village, the exorcist and the unequaled ghost who were building the wall noticed something strange and glanced at each other.

"Let's go!"

Li Zheng and the villagers sensed the smoke in the distance and rushed out, not knowing what was going on.

Seeing that the exorcist and the unequaled ghost were leaving, Sato shouted loudly.

"Where are you going, don't you want your wages?"

It's okay if Li Zheng doesn't shout, this shout, the Wushuang ghost looked at him viciously, and he was scared.

"Don't make any extraneous branches, something must have happened to Flame Spirit Ji's side."

The peerless ghost nodded, but he felt unrelieved of his hatred, turned around and kicked the already built wall again.

Then, without looking back, he followed the exorcist back to the mountain stronghold.

Before the flames had dissipated, most of the South Korean soldiers had already fallen.

But the eyes that stared at him all the time and the cold arrows that were shot from time to time made Flame Lingji feel very annoying.

The other party is very good at concealment, which may be the quality of a good archer, but it is not good news for his enemies.

Flame Lingji wanted to find it out, but when most of the soldiers of the Korean army fell. The pressure on the rest of the people to put on Flame Spirit Ji was even greater.

Flame Spirit Ji squinted at the person who was still standing in the flames.

The feeling that these people gave to Flame Lingji was completely different from the Korean soldiers just now.

Their sword skills are completely different from those used by the soldiers of the South Korean army, and the calmness and sharpness are not something that ordinary soldiers can have, not to mention that everyone has dozens of lives in their hands before they can be practiced.

"They are all dead soldiers, and they were brought here to deal with you."

Han Qiancheng's voice came from the left, but the arrows in the forest were shooting from behind Flame Spirit Ji.

In just a few breaths, Han Qiancheng changed three positions, in order to give people the illusion that his opponent would make a wrong judgment. The swordsman beside her was also cooperating with Han Qiancheng's attack.

The arrow lightly grazed her arm, a trace of blood, and Flame Spirit Ji raised her eyebrows, realizing that her current situation had become a little dangerous.

These people in front of them are indeed strong opponents.

The more urgent the wind became, the hotter the flames became, and a chubby figure appeared in front of Flame Lingji.

This speed is something she has never seen from Zhao Shuang.

Zhao Shuang stopped in front of Flame Spirit Ji, and for a while, the killing intent emanating from this forest suddenly disappeared.

Han Qiancheng walked out of the woods, and the dead soldiers also retreated.

"On the orders of Wang Sun Hanyu, come to rescue General Zhao!"

Zhao Shuang took a step, and in the middle of this step, the forest was suddenly shrouded in a powerful murderous aura.

The color of the sky and the earth changed, and everyone was under heavy pressure, and what they felt in their eyes seemed to be only black and white.

The dead man present instinctively pulled out his knife, and Han Qiancheng felt the huge pressure and clenched the hard bow in his hand.

A sword was swung, and only a scream was heard in everyone's ears.

Then, a dead man fell to the ground, his sleeve slipping off, revealing a blood-red spider tattoo on his arm.

The murderous aura disappeared suddenly, and everything in front of him returned to its original appearance.

From beginning to end, the only thing that remained unchanged was the smile on Zhao Shuang's face.

"Tell Han Yu that there are some things that he can't participate in as a little Korean king."

Han Qiancheng had no doubt that just with the sword qi just now, if Zhao Shuang in front of him wanted them to not be able to go back, it was only a thought.

"Also, the next time you collect the dead, remember to check the origins."

"I will relay the general's words to Wang Sun in the next meeting."

Zhao Shuang's appearance made Han Qiancheng completely dispel the idea of capturing Flame Lingji and the others, and left with the people in a gloomy manner.

The exorcist and the unequaled ghost rushed over, and when they saw the chaos in front of them, they were silent.

"Little Korean Wangsun, your tone is really big!"

Flame Spirit Ji looked at the little fat man in front of her and blurted out.

Zhao Shuang saved her, but Flame Lingji rubbed the fire even more.

"This little Korean king's grandson's subordinate almost killed me just now."

Zhao Shuang turned around, and there was an unfamiliar expression on his face that Flame Lingji and the others had never seen before.

Serious!

"All nations are united, this is a war that has swept the world. What do you want to do, let's avoid this war first! Otherwise, there is a high probability that it will be swallowed up by the aftermath of this war. ”

As soon as Zhao Shuang's words fell, more than a dozen black-clothed people gathered from all sides and knelt down in front of him.

"General!"

Zhao Shuang, under their escort, slowly disappeared from the sight of Flame Spirit Ji and the others.