The moment he hugged the trunk of the tree, more than a dozen spears pounced on him in four directions, from the top, from the front, from the left, and from the right. The urgency of the momentum and the strength of the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info are not human beings.

Feng Jiutian jumped straight forward and pounced on the big tree trunk in front of him. He knew that the spear stabbed directly in front of him was the most threatening and the most impressive. So, instead of retreating sharply, he met the spear that was the most threatening in front of him.

Both intuition and experience tell him that the most dangerous lies may be the safest. Although there is no momentum of spear stabbing behind him, if he retreats at this time, the crisis he encounters may be far more difficult to deal with than now.

The strong crossbow in Feng Jiutian's hand fired five times at the big spear that came from the front, and the sound of "dingdingding" shook Feng Jiutian's ears. The five arrows all shot at the side of the tip of the big spear, deflecting the momentum of the big spear and slashing through Feng Jiutian's shoulder, and the tip of the big spear cut and shattered the clothes on his shoulder. The arrows of the strong crossbow can shoot the prey so close to the fly, while the five arrows only shoot the big spear slightly off. One can imagine how powerful this big spear is.

Feng Jiutianren was in the air, had already loaded his crossbow arrows, hugged a small tree, and shot an arrow to the ground before his body fell. Seeing that there was no change on the ground, he jumped from the tree.

In the thrilling moment just now, his back was already soaked with cold sweat. A breeze blew in the woods, and my back was as cold as ice. This breeze almost extinguished the flames on the torches three feet in front of them, and went straight to the northwest corner.

Feng Jiutian's heart moved, and he secretly thought, "The 'open space' fed back by the 'sentinel' should be not far ahead. ”

The double ring of the dome took turns to lead the shield forward, and Feng Jiutian relied on the torch on the shield and shot more than a dozen of them. The rest of the Hejiao were probably intimidated by the sharp arrows of the strong crossbow, and they all hid far behind the trees, flashing their fire-like eyes, looking at Feng Jiutian who was walking forward. In their fiery red eyes, there flashed a strange light, like laughter, like sadness, like crying, like anger and grinning, which made people shudder.

Feng Jiutian found that the distance between the trees began to gradually widen and become sparse. After walking more than a dozen feet, an empty flat land appeared in front of me. In the middle of that open space, a large coffin was strangely placed in the center.

Feng Jiutian did not immediately walk out of the woods and towards the open field, but stood in the sparse trees and stared at the big coffin. He knew, and now, all the foreign objects in the forest knew of his coming. He wasn't here to hide, but he was going to make sure how to approach the strange and murderous coffin.

In the clearing in the woods, the coffin was actually standing. Such an abnormal coffin was something Feng Jiutian had never seen before. Since joining the Plague Breaker Guard, he, Hua Can, and Shen Er Fat have killed more than a dozen large and small plague kings, entered hundreds of tombs, and seen all kinds of strange coffins, but he has never seen a coffin so weirdly placed.

Feng Jiutian secretly thought: There must be something strange about such a strange placement of the coffin.

The torches in the shield were about to burn out, and the light had begun to fade slowly. The moonlight in the sky, as if the torches began to dim, were obscured by the light clouds floating in the sky.

In the middle of an empty wasteland, a coffin was erected high, pulling out a long shadow and casting it on the knee-high barren grass. From the side, the coffin is about two feet and a half high. Sixth, about one zhang wide and about one hundred or three or four zhang long, standing straight there.

There was silence all around, and the occasional chirping of insects made the silence even more desolate. From a distance, I couldn't see what kind of material the coffin was made of, and around the bottom of the coffin, overgrown with wild grass and thorns, with a breeze blowing in the forest, it was illuminated by the dark moon in the sky, showing a strange out-of-place.

Those vultures, who had just hovered above the forest, looking for carrion corpses, were now mostly standing on the trees, looking at Feng Jiutian from a distance, as if they had already regarded Feng Jiutian as their gluttonous feast.

Several vultures, pacing back and forth on the edge of the coffin, with their long necks, carrying, a big, sharp beak, brought a sense of slaughter to the originally strange forest.

Obviously, the smell of corpses emitted by those joints just now had aroused the appetite of these vultures. They were still reluctant to leave after the stench of corpses no longer emitted from the joints, presumably, in their noses that could smell death, and death was slowly approaching here. They already have a premonition that a massacre is about to take place here.

The fog in the woods, at some point, began to rise again, as if it were coming from under the trees. It seems to have spread from all sides of the coffin.

Feng Jiutian's footsteps stepped forward.

The torches in the shield have been extinguished.

Suddenly the moon turned pale. The faint mist that rose from the forest, in the white moonlight, showed a dead purple.

Suddenly, the vultures in the trees began to circle. On the strange coffin that was erected, hovering, circling, circling in the air, but did not dare to fall!!

"Fluttering." With the sound of wings flapping, several vultures on the ground, pacing near the huge long shadow, also flew up.

The smell of rotting corpses began to spread through the clearing in the woods, causing the vultures to hover over the coffin, refusing to leave.

"These vultures are really not interesting, they just saw me as food, and now, they abandon me and, it seems, my attractiveness is far less than that of a coffin." Feng Jiutian muttered.

Suddenly, a powerful evil aura emanated from the coffin. That evil qi seemed to be peeking into Feng Jiutian's heart, as long as Feng Jiutian showed a little cowardice, that evil qi would instantly invade his body.

Feng Jiutian's back was already soaked, and he felt a powerful murderous aura that had enveloped his whole body. He knew that after this murderous aura, there would be a rainstorm of murderous opportunities.

Suddenly, in the forest opposite the clearing, a white light flashed, and a light shot out of the forest and rushed towards Feng Jiutian.

A powerful force emerged from the opposite woods.

Feng Jiutian's palms were already pinched with cold sweat. Suddenly, he walked away in the face of the white light. As he leaped out of the edge of the forest, nine arrows in his hand were fired at the standing coffin.

"Ding Ding Ding 。。。。。。" The sound of nine iron clashes reverberated through the forest. In this crisp sound, a spear with a sharp light shot from the opposite forest reached Feng Jiutian's chest.

Feng Jiutian was still standing still.

That big spear, the shining tip of the spear, was already less than a foot away from Feng Jiutian's chest.

Feng Jiutian's body turned over and ran along the route of the big spear, the big spear followed his back, and in the blink of an eye, he could pass through his chest and nail it to the tree opposite.

Feng Jiutian had just run a few steps, and the tip of the spear had already pierced the clothes on his back, and the cold spear tip and the cold hairs on his back stood up instantly.

Suddenly, in front of the tip of the spear that came from the barrage, the target was lost. Feng Jiutian's body was short, and the tip of the spear grazed the top of his head. As soon as the hind handle of the big spear passed, Feng Jiutian's hand caught the end of the hind handle of the big spear, and his footsteps actually kept up with the speed of the big spear shooting forward.

Feng Jiutian hooked his wrist, then flicked forward, and the direction in which the big spear shot forward suddenly changed subtly.

The big spear, drawing a semicircle in the air, turned around and shot straight at the iron coffin. The speed is more fierce and urgent than when it first came out of the woods.