Lurking behind the reeds, his heart sinks like weak water.

The two of them thought carefully about how to find a breakthrough.

"I want to arrest a Nine Plague Martial Artist to find out the situation. Yan Wuyi said slowly, staring closely at the group of four people in front of him.

"It's really possible. ”

When Murong Xing heard Yan Wuyi's proposal, he couldn't help but nod cautiously.

He has always been known in the Sword Pavilion for his infernal leg posture and changeable appearance, if he can find a lone warrior, he will naturally have a way to blend in and find an opportunity.

Then his eyes were like arrows, and his sharp eyes were looking for opportunities.

After all, this is the territory of the Nine Calamity Emperor's Terrace, and there are a hundred powerful warriors.

If it is an ordinary martial artist in the realm of the heavenly vein and the earth's vein, he can still go out to fight, but now if he is exposed, the nine calamity martial artists on the bank of the river will definitely surround him, and they will be closely combined, I am afraid that the consumption will kill two people.

"Phew!"

When the two of them quietly observed their surroundings, a thick voice with a rather complaining meaning came from not far away.

Looking around, it was the closest patrol to the two of them.

I saw the man slap his rough face fiercely, and scolding and stepping in the direction where the two of them were.

The distance is no more than three feet.

Yan Wuyi took the short dagger from Murong Xing's hand, quietly moved his body, and crawled forward.

Seeing that Yan Wuyi moved first, Murong Xing smiled helplessly, and raised his heart to his strength.

If exposed, it can also respond quickly.

"I don't know what the third brother thinks, tell us to inspect this barren and dirty place, Lao Tzu hasn't closed his eyes for a day. "The warrior has big shoulders and a round waist, and his face is dark.

I saw him rubbing his eyes a little tiredly, and the filthy words kept coming out of his mouth.

"Lao Han, don't go far, if the third brother finds out that we are not together, Lao Tzu will have to beat you up. Not far away, the young warrior with a disgusted face looked around and was unharmed, so he warned and scolded the black-faced man.

"Pee!"

The big man replied unhappily and took a few steps ahead.

Yan Wuyi was already ready to go, and the cold dagger in the water overflowed with wisps of cold light under the penetration of qi.

The young warrior not far away smiled bitterly, turned his back in disgust, and patrolled to the side.

At this moment, the other two Nine Tribulation Martial Artists also took care of their own things, and they didn't care about the big Han.

The moon is bright and clear, and the river is sparkling.

The big man was about to untie his crotch and take out the baby and drain the river happily, but Yan Wuyi had already leaped out.

The vulture-style snow treading without a trace suddenly made it, and the thin body flew away like a streamer, and when the big man had no time to take care of his body, he flew out directly from the side, fast to the extreme.

"Bang!"

The sound of falling to the ground quietly diffused with the waves of the river, but fortunately it did not attract the attention of the surrounding warriors.

No matter how stupid the black-faced man was, he could still feel a chill around his neck, as if the blade used by death to harvest life was against his throat, and he didn't dare to move in the slightest.

Yan Wuyi's figure was too fast, as if it was perfectly integrated with the night, and in an instant, he covered the big man's mouth and robbed him into the dark reeds.

Murong Xing on the side only felt a light and shadow rush away, and when he came back to his senses again, he realized that Yan Wuyi had arrested the Nine Tribulation Martial Artists of this leyline realm.

"Woo woo woo ......"

This eight-foot man in a brown robe and armor was terrified in his heart, and there was a dark cover, and it was even more difficult to see the other party's face, and it was inevitable that he would die and beg for mercy in grief.

But Yan Wuyi covered his mouth with one hand, and it was difficult to speak.

He looked very helpless with a cowering look.

He didn't dare to look closely, the bloodthirsty chill close to his throat made him shiver involuntarily.

The only thought in my head was to beg for mercy.

Hopefully, this god will rob him into the darkness without knowing it, and the god of killing will let him go.