Ye Mushen only felt that his hand was light, and immediately threw away the water bag.

Vigilantly holding the reins, he spun around in place, watching and listening to all directions, but he couldn't catch anyone's breath.

It's really evil.

Ye Mushen relied on his own kung fu, and his courage also increased, so he let out a low shout, trying to force the man to show up with a radical method.

The breeze came slowly, and there was still no half a figure around.

Suddenly, several extremely short bamboo swords flew behind him.

When Ye Mushen found out, those bamboo swords were only a few inches away from him.

He survived in danger, avoided embarrassment, and a cut in his shoulder.

scolded in a low voice, and before he had time to see the Xuanxuan in the direction of the bamboo sword shot out, a large rain of bamboo leaves covered him from top to bottom.

This rain of bamboo leaves is even more angry than the rain of petals of flowers, and it is far more than cutting his clothes or flesh, as if he will not stop until he is crushed to pieces.

The rain of bamboo leaves became more and more fierce, and a few of them even cut Yingxiao.

Ye Mushen listened to the hissing sound of Yingxiao, and his heart tightened suddenly.

He wanted to leave the place as soon as possible on Yingxiao, but he only took half a step forward, and several bamboo swords flew from behind him.

In desperation, Ye Mushen had to blow a whistle to tell it not to wait for itself stupidly.

Ying Xiao didn't run far, and he had several colors on him.

On the face, on the arms, on the back, on the legs...... Gradually, he couldn't resist it.

He subconsciously thought of Hua Yao, and fear and chagrin churned in his chest.

This bamboo leaf rain really wants his life, unlike those petal rain who simply want to sharpen him.

Having lost the protection of his master, he was so incompetent......

As he was hesitating, a silver light suddenly split through the dark green that surrounded Ye Mushen.

Although the silver whip made it beautiful, Ye Mu Shen could feel it, and the internal strength of the whip was very weak.

With such a weak internal force, it stands to reason that it is impossible to split those fierce bamboo leaf rains.

Ye Mushen didn't think about the reason, because the next moment, he heard a terrible wail-

"Ahh My eyes ......"

Ye Mushen turned around and saw the man kneeling on the ground.

A silver whip two fingers wide and thinner than a copper coin snaked and collapsed on the ground, like a silver snake waiting for an opportunity.

Ye Muzan was almost frightened and took two steps back.

And the man who was surrounded by the silver whip was richly dressed and slender, and his hands tried to cover his eyes, but he could not.

Because on his two eyelids are two slender, translucent bamboo leaves.

Several streaks of blood slid down his eyelids, drawing his very handsome face in a horrible way.

His cries were particularly disturbing.

Ye Mushen frowned slightly, and looked around twice.

Still didn't find anything.

Everything happened so fast; Ye Mu Shen didn't even see where the flower came from.

After thinking for a moment, he asked in a deep voice, "Are you okay?" ”

Hua Wrong cried even more uncomfortable, "My eyes ...... Eyes ......"

Obviously, he's not good at all.

Ye Mushen asked again, "Are you blind?" ”

Hua Cuo suddenly lay on the ground, groping in a panic among the bamboo leaves all over the ground.

It took him a moment before he touched his silver whip.

He whipped hard in the direction of Ye Mushen.

But he couldn't see, and his ability to hear and distinguish positions seemed to be very inferior, and that whip was not lethal to Ye Mushen.

Ye Mushen snorted lightly, "I'm really blind." ”

Hua Cuo seemed to be stimulated by some great stimulus, and angrily whipped the bamboo leaves around him and smashed them one after another.

There was another rain of bamboo leaves in the air, accompanied by a strong bamboo fragrance.